#the ups guy laughed his fucking ass off because I ran outside the second I saw his truck

[seraphicalsuccubus]

I am your new Lich King now motherfuckers !!!!!

[byechristopher]

Quiet.

– MATT STURNIOLO SMUT.

Author's note: Y'ALL. Shout-out to my Matt girls. This is my first Matt fic ever. I love everything about this fic – I love when women get ready when their crush MIGHT be there, I fucking love petnames and I feel like Matt definitely uses a lot too, I love movie nights and Matt would definitely finger his girl under the covers, I love dom but gentle Matt. I love it. Bye. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: long and filthy smut. Minors dni! Semi-public?, fingering, petnames, dom!Matt. Didn't proofread!

"So, can you swing by?" I hear my friend's voice through the phone.

"Absolutely. Heading to the market in a bit, grabbing some beers, and I'll be at your place by 9PM. Sound good?" I reply, rummaging through every drawer to find my wallet.

"Perfect, babes. See you there!" she says. After exchanging greetings, I hang up, sliding my phone into the back pocket of my pants.

Considering Matthew freaking Sturniolo will be there, I'm already dressed with makeup on, not wanting to waste a single second; I aim to be there ASAP.

Not that I'm trying to impress Matt (yes I am), but there's been a thing between us (I refuse to call it a "situationship") since we all started hanging out. I've been part of that friend group for nearly two years now, and from the moment I joined, Matt started being quite flirty. And ever since then, we just casually flirt, make-out, have sex.. very casual.

Now, after a few weeks of not seeing each other (though we talk on the phone almost daily), I want to be my best self. I've done my skincare, enjoyed a three-hour-long bath, styled my hair in loose curls, put on comfy clothes – the whole shebang. If I've done this for nothing, I'll scream. Internally.

None of this matters now, because I am outside my friend's apartment, clutching the paper bag of beers in one hand and my scarf in the other one. I knock on the door, patiently waiting but instead of my friend, of course it's Matt who opens it, dressed in his signature black hoodie, black jeans, his usual chain dangling around his neck and his usual rings decorating his fingers. He looks.. delicious.

"Didn't expect me to open the door." it's more of a statement than a question, so I smile and nod.

"Not really, no." I chuckle, not moving an inch.

"You told me you'd be here by 9. So I'm here." he says with that captivating voice, taking a step closer, slowly pulling the door handle without closing it.

Cupping my cheek, he moves in, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb, gently 1smudging my lipgloss before leaning in for a kiss. I release my scarf to grab his free hand, tugging on his fingertips as I reciprocate the kiss.

"You look pretty." he whispers against my lips and I smile.

Before entering, I pause him, rubbing his lips with my thumb to remove my lipgloss from them. Chuckling at his knowing stare, I say, "come on, let's go!" gently pushing him inside.

God help me, he smells amazing.

After greeting everyone and putting the beers inside the fridge, I take off my scarf and my coat, heading to the kitchen again so I can help with the snacks and the beers.

"Guys, I'm sorry in advance but you're probably going to freeze your ass off. Something's wrong with the heating so I'll just give y'all a ton of blankets." our friend apologises but we all brush it off.

"Bitch, we used to hang out in dark alleys in WINTER when we were younger, literally shut up. We can take it." another friend says, rolling her eyes and I laugh. We are all living the same lives, it seems.

After deciding which movie we will watch, with the snacks and the drinks on the table and the blankets ready to provide us with warmth, we were finally ready. I did have my eye on Matt so of course, when he patted the spot next to him on the small settee while looking at me with a smile, I almost ran to make sure I secure my place next to him.

The movie has started already, Matt is sitting next to me and we have two blankets covering us – his hand is on my thigh and my thigh is over his leg. His thumb is rubbing my leg through my pants and it's much more distracting than I could ever imagine. I do make sure to curl up against his side and he smiles, making sure the blankets are covering me properly.

Not even fifteen minutes have passed and I already feel the need to pee; that goddamn wine. I excuse myself and practically run to the bathroom, only to come back a few minutes later to see Matt almost laying on that settee. All the lights are closed but I know he can kind of see my reflection because of the big TV screen, so he can see the question marks all over my face – where the hell am I gonna seat?

He smiles and he pushes the blankets to the side, sitting up a bit and spreading his legs so I can sit in between them.

Well, fuck.

Sitting down in between his legs, I grab his thighs to support myself and make sure my whole back is pressed against him, leaning back to practically lay on his chest. I pull the blankets over us and he pecks the top of my head, almost as if it was a reward.

Seeing where all of this is going, I thank whoever is up there because our friends are quite far from us, all fully facing the TV. Matt quickly wraps his arms around my waist, resting them on my belly and I can feel how cold his hands are even through my shirt. Minutes go by and I can feel Matt playing with my shirt, his cold fingertips already touching my bare skin, raising goosebumps on it. He drags his short fingernails up and down my sides, making me smile because he knows I like that.

His hands slowly drag themselves up, pulling my shirt over my chest, my breasts now free, "love when you're not wearing a bra." he whispers in my ear and I chuckle.

My hands are on his knees and his hands are on my breasts, cupping them and caressing them, pressing small kiss on my neck, "you smell amazing.." he whispers, "do you think you can be quiet for me, pretty?" he pecks the tip of my ear.

"Yes, Matt.." I whisper back, getting comfortable on his chest, still pretending to watch that movie.

His hands are massaging my breasts, rubbing and pinching my nipples with his long fingers, tugging on them every now and then – it is hard to keep quiet but I've done this many times, I'm sure I can handle it.

Sitting with bent knees now, he hums, pressing another rewarding kiss on the top of my head, "keep playing with your tits for me, hm? I'm gonna take care of you." he whispers and I want to moan just by the words he says.

I nod and cup my breasts instead, massaging them gently as I feel his hands moving down to my thighs – he massages them and spreads my legs open gently, placing his legs on my feet to keep my legs in place. I feel his fingertips hooking around the waistband of my pants and panties, gently pulling them down as I slowly raise my hips to make it easier for him.

"You have to be very quiet now, okay?" he says and I immediately nod, desperately needing him to touch me there, "tease your nipples. I want to see you struggling." he chuckles, keeping me close to him.

I gently hit his leg and he can't help but laugh – I keep teasing my nipples, just like he ordered, keeping my eyes to the television even though I can feel his fingers dangerously close to where I need him the most. Finally, one of his fingers gently touch my clit, rubbing in circle motions as his breath fans over my ear together with the softest moans. I can feel him dragging his finger down, only to chuckle at how wet it is down there – I almost whine.

"God, I wanna taste you. You're so wet." he whispers and circles my entrance, collecting my juices and focusing back on my clit.

"Matty.. please.." I whisper back, my hands now leaving my sensitive breasts, grabbing his thighs instead.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he says and gently slaps my pussy, making me gasp softly.

I couldn't speak – all I can think about is his fingers inside of me. But I feel like if I open my mouth now, I won't be able to keep my moans in. I buck my hips, needing to feel more pressure on my clit but he's having none of it. He pushes my hips down and flicks my clit in the softest way possible, which makes me want to cry.

"You know how it goes. Use your words." he uses two other fingers to spread my pussy, making it easier for him to rub my clit with his middle finger.

"Please.. Matty.. I need.. your fingers inside of me.." I beg between shaky breaths, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"See?" he kisses the side of my head, "there's my good girl." he says and just by that, I almost lose it. But then he finally pushes a finger inside of me and I have to cover my mouth with the blankets.

His middle finger pushes in and out of my wetness and I squeeze my eyes shut, really trying not to let out the moans that have been threatening to come out this whole time. His other arm is wrapped around me, keeping me in place as he rubs my clit and fingers me at the same time with his other hand.

"I'm going to add another finger, baby. I need you to keep that pretty mouth closed, yeah?" he warns – the hand that was gripping my waist is now keeping my mouth closed, I nod anyway.

He slowly takes his finger out and instead, he rubs my entrance with two fingers. He gently pushes and I wince softly in his hand, "you can take it, baby, shhh." he whispers and I really need to fucking moan now. He finally pushes both of his fingers inside of me and I want to cry from how good it feels. My nails dig into his thighs and luckily (for him), he's wearing jeans otherwise it would definitely leave a mark.

He starts moving them in and out, slowly, still covering my mouth under the blankets with his other hand as his lips move to my neck. He starts sucking on the skin, licking it and biting it as he pushes his fingers inside till he's knuckles-deep.

"I wish I could kiss you right now – the way you would moan into my mouth trying to kiss back, turns me on." he takes my earlobe in between his lips, gently sucking on it.

His fingers start moving at a much faster pace and I'm sure that if the TV wasn't this loud, everyone would hear the noises my pussy makes from how wet he made me. He curls his fingers inside of me and I close my eyes, really struggling to keep my mouth closed now, "pretty girl. Do you think you can take a third finger?"

I wrap my fingers around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from my mouth, letting him know I have my moans a little bit under control now (not even close), "please, Matt.. I need it.." I whisper, my voice is trembling. Still, I grab his free hand and pull it closer to me, taking a finger into my mouth and I can feel his bulge against my back.

"Darling, don't do that.." he warns, "or I'll have to fuck you in front of everyone." he whispers and bites my neck.

Finally, he's pushing a third finger inside and I really need to cry. He's finger-fucking me at a fast pace, he's being rough but gentle at the same time, it's overwhelming, "touch yourself, baby. And don't stop."

I quickly move my free hand, rubbing my own clit gently as he fucks me with force – I am so close and he knows it, I can feel myself clenching around his fingers.

"Matty.. Matt.. fuck, I'm – please.." I am almost completely under the covers because I can try to keep my moans in, but my expression definitely cannot be hidden.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby? Come on. Come on my fingers." he's so gentle when he speaks but his fingers are merciless, and that contrast is what drives me over the edge.

"That's it, baby.. that's it." he whispers and I finally cum, trembling a little but I try not to make it so obvious.

He takes his fingers out slowly, caressing my legs in order for me to calm down before he brings them close to his mouth, licking them clean, "when this movie is over, you're leaving with me. I'm eating you out in my car."

He drives me crazy.

[penelope-potter]

Your Part Of The Deal~

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor X Fem! Owl Hybrid! Reader

Summary: You and Alastor made out a deal in a tricky situation. Now you have to keep your part of the deal...

Continuation from the first story; 'Small Box'

Warnings: No one

Here's Part 1

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The morning 'sun' of hell shined through the curtains of your room. Reddish, orange light fell on the floor and on the side of your bed enough for you to open your eyes and to yawn.

You needed a few seconds to put the pieces back together because something felt strange about this day. It was the second you brushed your fingers over your lips as it hit you. You almost jumped out of the bed instantly as your mind brought you back to the very moment of yesterday where you and Alastor were trapped into Charlie's old closet. The deal. The kiss.

Fuck. The kiss...

You brushed your finger over your lips again and your heart started to beat as fast as it could this early.

You sat back on the edge of your bed as your memories of yesterday came back. The group found you two inside the old thing. Charlie agitated you two were trapped in it, Angel laughing his ass off, Husk giving you a kind of terrifying look. Nifty only caring about the mess you two brought with you and Vaggie ready to rip Alastor's body up every second. You instantly excused yourself and told her to fix it tomorrow before you almost tripped over your feet to run away from this situation. Freaking idiot!

You cursed yourself as you stood up and closed your eyes again. How stupid it was to actually make a deal with him, even if you never wanted to. He said he didn't owned your soul but why was this green light present, which was always present when he was about to take someone's soul?

The thoughts swirled in your head so long that only the light knocking of someone outside of your door could bring you back.

"(Y/N)? Is everything alright? Can I come in?"

Charlie.

You exhaled.

"Yes."

You fell back on your sheets as you could hear her coming in.

"Uhm well...h-how did you sleep? You seemed so...turned upside down yesterday-"

"I made a mistake."

You got up, looking at her. She blinked in surprise but smiled carefully.

"But why? Is it because of the closet? Well because-"

"No it's not about that..."

You started, and ran your fingers through your hair.

"I- I made a deal with Alastor...as we were- as we were stuck in the closet. It was a bad idea really. He said he didn't own my soul but I think he still do somehow...I- I trusted him but I don't know if I can really trust him after all."

You said breathlessly.

"What do I do now?"

Charlie looked at you with wide eyes and worry. She placed herself next to you and layed a hand on your shoulder.

"Well, I made a deal with him too and he said I still own mine, so I think there are other ways to make a deal with someone and to give them something other than your soul."

Her calming voice calmed you down a bit, but your heart still pondered inside your chest. There wasn't really something you could to about it, could you?

"Okay...okay thank you- Charlie."

You said smiling with all the force you could bring up now. She scanned your face with worry, obviously not believing you a single word.

"(Y/N), I think you are not okay with all of this..."

She started.

"You can tell me what's wrong you know. I love you guys- all of you, including you. We are friends and you helped me a lot too with my problems..."

She said, sheepingly looking to the side before turning to you again.

You inhaled first before telling her about your deal with Alastor. Charlie as she was- already with a high pitched voice and her fists up in the air.

"Aww how cute! I always knew there was something with you two!"

"Shhh not so loud!"

You shushed her and looked around as if you could sense it that way if someone is hearing too.

"Okay, I will not talk to anybody about this, promised!"

Her grin absolutely wide, she holds up her left hand and the other over her chest.

You laughed a bit.

"Alright, and could you maybe hold the others back in their place? I don't even want to take one step outside because everyone will tease me about this. Not to speak of Alastor."

Your face grew red.

"Shit, how should I act now? I messed this all up before what the fuck should I do now?"

Charlie laughed a bit.

"Well you can start by keeping your promise. You know- touch him and stuff."

She barely couldn't hide her smile and as you told her to stop she just screamed in your ear that she couldn't help herself.

You took an incredible long time to change and an even longer time to actually go through your door.

You ignored the laugh of Angel as he came out of his room himself and you also ignored the look everyone else gave you. You were just glad to not spot Alastor around and you already sighed in relief as you found him in the kitchen. The air smelled like coffee and toast and you froze in place. It came you in mind that you never really thought about how to start a conversation with him. You only thought about how to act around him. He sang along a tune from his cane, which leaned

against the kitchen counter. His sleeved were rolled up, exposing his arms till his elbows.

Shit, do something before the others come in!

You slapped yourself as you slowly made your way to the deer demon, whose ears peaked up by the sound of your footsteps. The second his head turned to you, you instantly forgot everything you made up five minutes ago.

"Good morning dearest!"

He happily sung, his smile impossible wide this time.

"Good morning... Al."

You said and hoped he accepted the nickname as well. His eyes glimmered as he bend down to you.

"Still flustered hmm? Well, I didn't changed my mind- it is still a delighting view~"

You pressed your lips together as you could hear the footsteps of Husk and Angel and the chatting which grew louder with each step.

If you didn't do something now, you won't do it for the rest of the day- you thought to yourself as you smiled and tried to appear calm as you brought all your courage you ever had in your soul together and placed your hand on his shoulder blade. He flinched by the sudden feeling of your touch and you also jumped a little but hide it as you leaned in too.

"Old tease. Tell me how to make myself useful and how to handle the torture the rest of us will give us in five seconds, rather than making fun of me will you?"

You hand slides back and forth for about one second before you pulled back. The shiver in your whole body was strangely a good feeling. He only stared at you, in completely shook. Shook that you actually keep your part of the deal. It was what he wanted, and the sudden burst of emotion flooding through his stomach felt strange. Unfamiliar. But not bad. Not bad like the touches he received before and which made him disliking them so much. No, from you it was different. It was different yesterday as you lied on him and he could hold your warm body against his. It was different now, the frame of your face so close to his and your fingers seemingly tried to burn through the fabric right to his cold skin.

He even felt a bit frustrated that it ended so quickly, but he set the rules himself. He'll just have to wait a few days, because now he's sure that you'll keep your promise.

"You are right darling...how about you pass me the salt would you?"

He answered to your question he almost forgot, and caught himself shaking as he reached for the salt you gave him. What was this now? The sudden burst of your confidence in combination with such a mundane touch almost brought him to his knees, when you lied on him yesterday for longer than just two seconds.

Oh in which game he got himself into?

Each day you grew more confident.

Yes you even looked forward to each morning and your little ritual. The others simply lost interest in teasing you all and each time and just continued to stare at you two acting almost like a couple each day.

"What's wrong with them?"

Angel asked and sipped his coffee, his eyes never leaving you two. Today was day 8 so one day more than a week. You had to come up with a new place to touch him without it turning out weird, because you already took every spot of his back, his shoulders and his arms. Even his hands you brushed yesterday which brought Alastor to almost choke on his coffee. His hands were slender, felt defined and his sharp claws brought shivers down your spine by just thinking of how they felt on your back earlier.

"I don't know, but I'm too sober for this shit."

Husk answered and bites in his toast.

Today you scanned over him a while because you searched for a spot to not make him feel weird so he just raised an eyebrow.

"Hm, what's the matter dear? Lost track?"

He asked, you laughed.

"No, just trying to find a spot..."

You said in a concentrated way and he chuckled.

"Go ahead dear. Surprise me."

You titled your head, because there was a spot you wanted to touch since day one you came into the hotel.

"Everything is fine with me. No matter what you do, I'll have to keep my part of the deal~"

He sung and you grinned to yourself as you nodded.

"Alright."

You watched him placing some eggs on the plate, and raising your hand to his head. You were excited as him as you gentle stroke his undercut, the short hair a bit itchy. He stiffed up and you flinched back a little, only for him to raise his finger and looking at you.

"Oh what was that? You know the rules, the time has to increase..."

In his eyes were something that was very much different from his usual look. It was filled with some kind of attachment, desire. You got lost in his eyes and just started to caress the back of his head, up to his longer hair and grew even this brave to touch his ears slightly. They shudder by your touch and his whole head flinched a bit as he turned his whole body in your direction.

You slowly stopped your movement and stared at him. Suddenly the worry of him already owning your soul grew more present than ever before.

"Is- is everything alright-"

He bend down at you, your heart racing in your chest, as you looked slightly sideways to the other pair sitting there and staring holes into your bodies.

You flinched as he suddenly took your wrist which was still hovering above his hair and a sudden swirl of black magic gulped you two.

You appeared into his radio tower as you opened your eyes again.

You looked around confused as you turned your head but he already pulling you closer to him so that your bodies crashed together.

Your eyes grew wide as you stared at him.

"Did- Did I do anything wrong? You said you were okay with-"

"Would- would you please be quiet for a moment...?"

His eyes couldn't decide where to look at so he just let go of you suddenly.

You watched him as he paced up and down the room, his expression almost painful.

"Alastor?"

You asked and worry flooded your gaze.

"I- I think I've made a mistake dear..."

You looked confused as he turned his gaze to you, his eyebrows itched together and his smile more forced than anything else.

"Why?"

"Because-"

He let out breathless.

"Because I'm feeling things I should not feel. I don't know how to process this attachment."

He run his fingers through his hair, in a possessive way rubbing a spot up and down as he continued walking forth and back.

"It's okay we can stop if it's making you feel uncomfortable-"

"No you don't understand, d-dearest..."

He calmed his already raising voice and his breathing grew more and more desperate.

"I grew fond of this, but- but this can't happen..."

He grew silent as he stopped his rubbing and looked at the tufts of hair in his hand.

"Alastor what are you doing!"

You said outraged as you walked to him, taking his hand into yours.

"Stop it! Please will you?"

You begged, looking at him with such a worry in your eyes it’s making him sick.

"It calms me."

He didn't knew why he told you that. It was a thing he kept to himself. You gently shook your head.

"Well it's a bad habit. Tell me what's going on inside of you and we can try to fix that."

You said, holding his hand with your both, looking at him pleading.

"I can't-"

"Yes you can, tell me how you feel."

The calming in your voice soothed him enough to do as you said.

"I want your touch. Every time it happens- it's not enough..."

He breathed out.

"I...I want you (Y/N). More than I've ever wanted something in my life. You are so kind to everyone. Even to me..."

He laughed awkwardly as he looked down at your hands.

"Even to me... you try to fix me when there is nothing left to fix-"

"Don't say that."

You stepped closer to him, the heat growing inside of him.

"You are important to me. And we can make this work. Whatever...this is between us."

You said, smiling slightly.

"We can take baby steps if you like. When it's the thing you want too..."

Overwhelmed by your kindness his legs started shaking, so he lost balance. You catched him, as he hugged you deeply. You blinked and hugged him back, slowly sliding to the ground for you two to sit.

"You are afraid of me. This can't work."

You heard him mutter into your neck.

"No Al. I never was afraid of you. I simply didn't know how to interact with you because I didn't wanted to to something wrong..."

He breathed out and you could feel him still shaking, his hands grabbing you like his life would depend on it.

"You could never accept the monster I am. I did terrible things I'm not even able to tell you-"

"Well isn't it the reason why we are here?"

You said, rubbing circles on his back.

"This place is all about second chances. If you can life with them it's alright. If not, I'll be with you even when all of hell itself is already redeemed. I will still be by your side. I would go everywhere with you but we don't have to take this so big right now. Let's concentrate on this thing between us first alright? Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway. Will you?"

He let go of you a bit to look at you, a single tear flooding his view. You wiped it off and gently stroke over his features.

"It's okay. You are okay. We'll be okay."

He looked at you as if he would try to figure out if you saying the truth.

"Do you want to try it?"

You asked.

"Yes. Sweetest."

You chuckled.

"There you are."

You smiled, wiping a strand of his torn up hair in place.

"You showed me the real you. Thank you for trusting me."

You leaned your forehead against his.

"We can make this work. We make a deal remember?"

You stroke his neck in hopes to calm him with that. You were shocked but touched. He showed you the real side of him. He must be honest with you.

"I want to try it."

The static of his voice completely gone. You smiled.

"Great."

You smiled, as he looked at your lips.

"Well...since I've touched you the whole time and you did nothing I...guess now it's your turn."

You said grinning, he confused.

"This wasn't our deal..."

"Oh come on now, you are the big scary radio demon. You can bend your own rules."

You winked at him and his casual expression came back.

"I guess you are right...you teased me every day I think I have to repay you for that..."

You smiled and bend forward.

"Go ahead."

The second you spoke it out, he grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. His hands exploring every inch of your body while you did the same. He moaned into the kiss and you smiled as you caress the spot where he pulled his hair out to soothe the pain it must bring with it.

You both pulled back panting.

"Thank you dearest."

"Don't."

You said, smiling.

"You started this so I have to thank you."

You pushed him slightly backwards so he dropped on the floor, as you placed yourself on top of him.

"We will figure this out together."

You said, entangle your hands together.

"Yes..."

He answered.

"Of course we will.~"

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There you are! I got so motivated I wrote this down in one :))

Also tagging this sweeto who requested a part 2 <3

@docvar3n

[callsign-datura]

going shopping w/ 141?

pairing: 141 x fem!reader Ghost. We love him, but he's kinda scary. Definitely holds your bags for you, and keeps a knife on him wherever you guys go if he can't carry a pistol. Walks behind you. Scary dog privileges. Wears the mask and an all-black outfit, and it doesn't matter where you're going, he will be walking right behind you and following you everywhere. Whenever you have to go to the bathroom, he'll give you his knife or just slip it into your pocket real discreetly. You were looking through some trinkets in one of the stores you went to. It was a mall, so there were a lot of stores and a lot of people. You knew he got nervous sometimes, and this happened to be one of those times. You realized because he kept scooting closer to you until your side was literally pressed up against him. "You okay?" You asked, your gaze meeting his brown eyes as he stared at you when you were going through the trinkets. He blinked a few times, bringing himself back to Earth and he gave you a stiff nod. He turned his head away and you kept looking at him for a few seconds, and you found that his gaze was trained on the front of a Hot Topic across from the store you were in. You snorted a little when you realized where he was looking, and you took his hand and led him out of the little store and towards the Hot Topic. "You wanna go here?" He asks, his voice flat and neutral but you could see the little sparkles in his eyes. You didn't really want to, I mean-- you had bought enough stuff for yourself... but you nodded and smiled at him anyway. Safe to say he ended up getting a few things there and you'd both gotten matching bracelets. Yours had a little ghost charm on it and his bracelet had a skeleton charm on it.

Going shopping with Price is a treat. This man has a notably short temper, and he'll be lingering around you the entire time and grunting the entire time about how it's so busy and he hates people. True dad right here, but he will ALWAYS pay for things for you, even if he teases you for them. You had gotten yourself a pretty dress in your favorite color, and when you came out of the changing room to show him, he practically melted but tried his best to keep it together since you were in public. "Christ, love, you're gonna give me a heart attack." You laughed all innocently as if you had not given this man heart palpitations from how pretty you looked. You walked back into the changing room and he took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing quietly as he glanced around the other people outside of the changing room area. You came back out in a goofy ass looking parakeet costume, and, well, it was a test. He stared at you in bewilderment for a few seconds, snorting and covering it up with a cough as he covered his mouth and looked away before looking back at you. "Well, it's certainly something..." He began, his gaze trailing over you as you paraded the parakeet costume in front of him, pacing back and forth and smiling triumphantly as if you liked it so much. "You gonna... You gonna make me buy that thing?" He said, tentatively, being careful to not hurt your feelings. "Well, maybe. Why? Do you not like it or something?" "No, no, love, I like it. It's just a bit..." He paused, gnawing at his bottom lip. "Eccentric." "Eccentric?" You feigned being hurt, and before he could say anything you scoffed and walked back into the changing room. "Jesus Christ, I didn't mean it like that--" and he was a bit startled when you came back out in the clothes you wore to the store, parakeet costume long discarded hanging up on the inside of the changing room and your bags on one arm. "...So, you're not gonna buy the parakeet costume?" "No, I'm not gonna buy the parakeet costume... I was fucking with you." "...oh, okay. Good..."

Soap is almost as excited about the store visit as you are! He's looking at everything you're looking at, listening closely as you describe certain things to him or complimenting you whenever you come out in something-- anything. Now, that whole thing with Price? Soap is an even better actor if you were to pull that on him. He's giggling, but he says it's because you look so good he just can't handle it. But otherwise he's very engaged, and very attentive to your emotions and more than likely able to tell when you're getting overwhelmed at the amount of people. Will offer to half the price with you. You were looking at some items in a store. You came upon a little keychain with the characters from your favorite franchise on it, and you gasped so audibly you heard Soap's neck crack when he whipped his head to look at you. He jogged over to you and looked down at what you were looking at. "...What's that?" He asked. You looked at him and went wide-eyed. You explained to him how that was your favorite franchise ever, and you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled as he looked at you and listened to you talk about your favorite franchise and your favorite characters. "Really? That's so cool." "Yeah, I'm surprised I found anything with these characters on them. Normally you can't find anything with them on it." "Let's get it." "It's like... 10 dollars..." "I'll pay half. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If ya don't get it now, I doubt we'll see it again!"

Gaz is a sweetheart when you're out with him. Is pretty engaged in conversation with you, but he doesn't really retort all that much. He's very attentive to your emotions like Soap is, but really just thinks you're pretty damn adorable when you rant about your special interests. He's smiling the entire time, making mental notes about the things you tell him so he can actually have a proper conversation with you about these things later on. Loves getting matching things, most likely buys you jewelry. You were in a jewelry store, as suggested by Gaz. He passed it and took one look at it, and dragged you inside. Your eyes bulged out of your head when you saw all the inflated prices, but Gaz didn't even bat an eye. "Look at this... isn't it so pretty?" He's showing you a necklace; it has your favorite crystal as a pendant. "That's your favorite gem, right?" He says, giving you an inquiring look as you stare at it with sparkling eyes. "Yeah, that's my favorite... it's so pretty. How much is it? Probably like 200 dollars." He checks the price tag and grimaces. "...Well, you're not exactly spot on. Upwards of that... but let's get it. It'll look so pretty with that sapphire cocktail dress you got when I take you out for dinner." He says, looking around to find a staff member to take the necklace out of the case. You look alarmed when he just brushes the price off. "Well, if it's expensive--" "Shh, don't worry your pretty lil' head about that. I'll worry about the price, yeah?" You couldn't help but nod along... especially when he gives you that charming smile.

[weebsinstash]

In case it wasn't obvious by my complete LACK of screaming, I actually wound up hanging out with family and walking away from the TV before fully completing Hazbin's fourth episode, AKA The One I Know Is Gonna Drive Me Wild 😩❤️ so speaking of poison, time to get drunk again and finish that last episode!

I really gotta say though, as someone who has been chatting with a few other people... laughing howling barking at the amount of people straight up, "yeah Valentino is sexy but now that we know more about him, VOX THOUGH" like the amount of autistic girl pussy this man could pull is WILD

in episode two during the scene introducing VoxTech they make it VERY clear that Vox also straight up has fucking hypnosis powers??? It's when his left eye gets all... woobly? And then when Vox was calming down Val, that same effect was used TWICE, so, lowkey implying Vox tries to "lull" Valentino into a calmer state

"What are you doing, Val"

"You're not going over there."

Also the delivery on that line was hot 😩 imagine Vox saying something to you like "don't leave the studio :)" and he can tell you're not gonna listen to him or you're only half listening and he just repeats himself like THIS, the register of his voice lowers firmly, "You're NOT leaving the studio" and suddenly your head feels kinda fuzzy as he starts telling you all the different reasons it's too crazy outside for you to leave his sight... yeah... guess he's right... better... trust him...

Vox is composed, calculating, cunning, he's the SALESMAN, the sweet-talker, the schemer. Val's yelling and screaming that you ran off and aren't answering his calls and being manic, throwing things, tearing people apart, and meanwhile here's Vox, "calm down Valentino I can just activate the tracker I put on the phone I gave them :)"

remember in the past where I talked about Val getting Reader their first phone down in Hell. I can still see that because Val is fawning over you so much he gives you a phone so he can contact you whenever he wants, like LMAO imagine Val calling texting calling texting and everyone's watching him go fucking crazy "WHY AREN'T THEY RESPONDING fucking BITCH" and here's Angel "Boss they dont even have a phone???? Whose number are you even calling????", BUT I also see Vox doing this because he's the actual one who can do some shit like "oh yeah here's just a little something I threw together, it's the new VPhone 27, it's whatever" and later you find out he gave you the equivalent of like a $3000 iPhone and it has like special features on it that he very clearly put on there just for you but you have no frame of reference so you don't even realize how nice your phone is until someone else comments on it

Also. Valentino snatching Reader's phone and chucking it and completely shattering it and it sends you into a rage, "THAT WAS A GIFT FROM VOX YOU TEMPERAMENTAL PRICK!" and Vox returns from the bathroom or some shit to you yelling and screaming at each other, "You're lucky I don't put something in that smart mouth of yours to teach you some respect you ungrateful whore!!" "well YOU'RE LUCKY I don't sit on your face until you fucking suffocate and die a second time!!" and Vox feels himself getting kinda. Hot watching you two go back and forth, "I should fuckin tie you up until you're begging for me to stop whipping that fat ass of yours RAW!" "Cocky stuck up men like you always cry and whimper the loudest when they get restrained and FUCKED UP THE ASS"

Vox just in shock as you're able to TEAR INTO THIS MAN and walk away completely unscathed, all you guys really do is scream at each other and then 20 minutes later after you've walked away, always YOU to disengage or else he'll just keep going, Val's texting you shortly thereafter, "heeeeeeey baaaaabe, come back 🥺 I miss you ❤️" and then the second you fall for it and come back, "took you long enough, fucking brat" and you're getting pulled into his lap to forcibly cuddle him and be made to brush his chest fur while he makes calls for drug deals and shit

[anisespice]

“ headshot ” || tokyo rev. 

synopsis: how the bonten execs. would react to a gun being pointed at you/your head. 

pairing: bonten x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, gun violence, reader cries in some, mentions of bodily harm (only on the antags), and i think that’s it

notes: thought of this while on a car ride, staring at trees…not sure what that says about me, but here she is lol i’m a little iffy on mikey’s since i think his was the shortest, but i liked keeping some of these open-ended. hope you enjoy!

manjiro ッ 

Wouldn’t react much on the outside, but on the inside that man could probably melt a building with his rage alone. It occurred during a small gathering amongst investors, corrupt and all. You had been by his side throughout the whole night until you left to go to the bathroom…that was several minutes ago. He’s already a paranoid man, so the moment the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, he gave Sanzu a pointed look—Find her.  

However, that wouldn’t be necessary. 

Before the cotton candy-haired gangster even had time to get excited about the potential hunt, some bootlicker came barreling through the crowd with you in a headlock, and a gun pressed into your temple. Both of you looked disheveled, no doubt your doing from putting up a good fight, he proudly noted. The fucker probably ambushed you in the bathroom, taking his opportunity when you left Mikey’s side—Pussy-ass bitch. He didn’t know if the guy was bold or just plain stupid standing smack-dab in the lion’s den, threatening the only life Mikey found precious. 

“Nobody moves! Or I’ll blow her goddamn brains out!”  

Didn’t matter, though. He’d surely pay with his. 

sanzu ッ

Over a game of poker, some guy whose luck just wasn’t on his side decided he deserved retribution—And you were unfortunately the one to pay it forward. You were perched on Sanzu’s lap, sitting prettily as you laughed at the silly men crying after taking a heavy loss from your man. For him, it was like nails on a chalkboard hearing you mock the table alongside that crackhead, his inferiority complex spewing venomous thoughts in his head that you needed to be taken down a couple notches. 

A death wish. That dumbass had a death wish. 

He abruptly stood, knocked the table over and aimed his sorry excuse of a gun right at you, rendering everyone else speechless. Sanzu barely reacted but felt you startle, cooing softly in your ear as he lovingly tapped you on the thigh in reassurance. You relaxed instantly, eyeing down the barrel of the gun with mirth as the guy began to shake. Blame it on the alcohol, blame it on the heat of the moment, or even the bottomless debt he just put himself in, but one thing was for certain—He fucked up big time, no rush. 

You couldn’t see it, but Sanzu had murderous intent hidden behind his calm exterior. And everyone at that table knew it as they scattered from the scene. Probably wasn't the smartest choice to bet his luck against yours, though. For someone who was already absolute dogshit at poker, Sanzu figured he’d be doing this guy a favor anyways. 

“How ballsy of you. Guess I’d better cut ‘em off.”

ran ッ

Not gonna lie, whoever decided to test his gangsta like that would surely need to evaporate IMMEDIATELY after because there’s absolutely no SHOT of them, they mama, they second cousin, or even that one neighbor who used to live by them, surviving this man’s wrath.

Especially if they tried it in his own home.

The poor guy didn’t even get to make his demands, Ran was on him so quick he damn near broke the laws of physics. You’d never seen a grown man beg for mercy to the point of literally pissing himself before, but it definitely lightened your mood. You even pointed and laughed, despite the tears still falling down your face from the unpleasant experience. Ran merely grinned adoringly at you as he twisted the assailant’s arm in three different ways.

“There’s my favorite smile ♡. I’ll make sure this fucker suffers for almost taking it away from me, angel.”

rindou ッ

It’s always the younger siblings that are the more unhinged. He already don’t play that bullshit when it comes to you, your safety becoming one of his main priorities the moment you agreed to be with him. Anyone who dared to compromise that would fuck around and find out.

And eventually, someone did.

To be fair, the guy who pulled the gun on you didn’t know any better. As far as he was concerned, he was doing his job in making sure unauthorized civilians in the building were to be eradicated immediately. Especially those who claim to know anyone from Bonten without some sort of proof.

Because your relationship was hush-hush to most, if not all staff, it was no wonder homie didn’t believe you. But, it didn’t matter. As soon as Rindou found out the commotion going on in the lobby had to do with you, and some dumbass subordinate holding a gun to your head???

That walking mullet made that guy’s trigger finger into a necklace and forced him to wear it as a reminder.

kakucho ッ

A wild card, truly. He can’t afford to be anything but mr. calm and collected, especially in hostile situations. On one hand, he knows that getting worked up will do neither of you any good. And on the other hand…

When he got the video of you being held for ransom by some backstreet lowlife, gun pressed to your temple as you’re forced to read out their petty demands, Kakucho wanted to set the whole city on fire. His entire being vibrated, teeth clenched so hard you’d need a crowbar to unhinge it. Even Mikey eyed him sideways for a moment before reassuring him that you would be found, and that those amateurs would be handled. Kakucho growled lowly, dual-colored eyes piercing through the souls of every subordinate in the room.

“If she doesn’t make it out of this alive, none of you will.”

© 2022-2023 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

[hockeybabe]

New Guy || M. Knies

Gif not mine

Pairings: Matthew Knies x Marner!reader

Summary: being Marner’s little sister had its perks but when a new guy joins the team and is cocky as ever definitely doesn’t sit well with you.

Warnings: cocky Knies, pure fluff, steamy make out session, little bit of arguing, one bed trope.

Word count: 838

Note: there’s something about Knies and I just have to write about him.

When the Leafs announced that a new guy would join the team right at the brink of the playoffs, it really pissed you off. The boys work so hard for how far they’ve gotten, and now a new guy is joining and going to mess up the connection. Or at least you thought it would.

"Can I help you?" You asked Matthew, who was standing outside your hotel room. The Leafs were competing against Tampa Bay for game six. The series was 3-2, with the Leafs leading by one. "I don’t know, roomie, can you?" He responds in a cocky tone.

"Well, that sucks for you, ‘cause there's only one bed, and it’s mine." You tilt your head with a smile. "Listen, little Marner, I don’t care if there's one bed we can share, but can you let me in? I don’t think your brother will want to hear us." He says, smirking. You move to the side, letting him in.

"You’re sleeping on the floor." You say flopping in the bed. "Nah, this bed is pretty comfortable. Especially with you in your skimpy pyjamas." He mumbles after jumping on the bed and burying his face in the sheets. "Perv." You sneered, pushing him off the bed. "What the fuck!" He shouts, getting up, looking angry.

"It's my bed." You say, bluntly, crossing your arms. "Yeah, and we have to share." He says back. "Why don’t you go sleep in someone else’s room?" You shout back, getting off the bed and going face-to-face with him. "Because I was put here." He shouts back.

"Oh my god, you’re such an ass. All you care about is yourself." You groan, letting your head fall back. "You don’t know shit." He snarls, looking down at you, anger radiating off his body. "Oh, really, so you’re not a self-centred idiotic jackass who only cares about himself and winning?" You retorted, tilting your head to the side. 

You didn’t know how it got to this point, but you two always knew how to get to each other, even if you didn’t know how it started. There was something different about this fight. It was like all emotions were running out of the two mouths. "Says the girl who lives off of her brothers money." He insults. 

"Oh fuck you. I work hard for what I do." You say quietly. "I mean, you've got it easy!" You start yelling again. "I got nothing easily! I worked fucking hard for my place! You just don’t like me!" He shouted back. "I never fuc—" Matthew grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours. 

It took you a couple seconds to register what was happening, but you allowed it, kissing him back. You were the one to pull away first, looking into his eyes as your breaths collided. Matt reconnected with your lips, picking you up and taking a seat on the bed with you on top. 

You perched your body up, making you slightly taller than Matt, putting your hands on the back of his head and playing with the ends of his hair. Matt grunts at the feeling of his hair being pulled. "Kinky," he said, pulling away, smirking. "Shut up." You mumbled, pulling him into a deep kiss.

You two continued to fool around, laughing, losing clothes, and, of course, kissing. There was an unspoken rule between you two that it wouldn’t go any further than making out and kissing. So there you two were lying down under the sheets while you laid on his chest, tracing patterns on his toned body.

"You know I never hated you." You said quietly as Matthew ran his fingers through your hair. "It didn’t seem like it." He grumbled. You lifted your head, giving him a look. "Really, so me kissing you wasn’t good enough." You said, smiling slightly.

"Nah, I think I need you to kiss me again." He said it in a cocky tone, winking at you. You squint your eyes at him, lying back on his chest. "You know Mitch is going to kill you." You said. "Just me?" He laughed. "You think he’ll kill his sister?" You retorted, smiling into his chest.

"How bout we wait till that day?" He prayed, trailing his finger up and down your arm. "Tomorrow we’ll talk more about us." You remind him by closing your tired eyes. "I guess the one bed worked after all." He said, shutting the lamp off before pulling you closer to his body.

The bed and the fighting brought you guys closer, but you weren’t doing anything to fight him on that. You were too tired.

[fairlyang]

Angel 🏹

ghostface!kate wants you all to herself

w/c: 3.6K

pairing: ghostface!kate x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. mention of knife, blood, murder. kissing, titty sucking, knife play, teasing, eating out, strap usage (r!receiving)

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You were at a Halloween party playing beer pong with a few of your girl friends vs some random guys you never met before. But your friend Alivia apparently knew one of them and trusted him enough to not introduce her to assholes.

They were alright, but after your team surprisingly made all the balls go to their cups, they were drinking a lot more.

You quickly noticed the change in their demeanor from before, how they would make random noises to catch you off guard to now a couple drinks in and using flirting as a distraction.

How subtle.

"What can I do to you angel that'll send me straight to heaven?" He joked making you snort at the slight cleverness at his joke given you were wearing a white dress, angel wings, and a halo headband.

But you made your ball go into the middle cup and the guy in front of you groaned. You laughed and moved to the side as it was your friend Jazmin's turn.

She fell for the bait and ended up missing, making the guy give her a wink. Didn't take too long after that for her to excuse herself as they both ran off somewhere in the big fraternity house.

Horny girl.

The game continued and you didn't question Jazmin's whereabouts, and there lied your first mistake.

You had been getting phone calls from some guy pretending to be ghostface. It was getting on your nerves and you kept blocking their number but they always found a way to continue calling.

They ended up being silent for a whole week so you thought you were in the clear and they just gave up.

But boy they did not.

Right as you started playing beer pong someone came in wearing a ghostface mask and the rest of the costume. You didn't question it, ghostface is just popular this year because of that new movie that came out earlier this year.

What you didn't notice is the way that ghostface ran off after Jazmin and that frat boy soon as they left. How that ghostface followed them the whole way until they made it to a bedroom in a secluded corner of the second floor.

And you never would've guessed that that ghostface would warm your friends in any way but Jazmin's lifeless body on the bed would say otherwise.

That frat boy stood no chance, especially when that ghostface just so happen to hear the way he was looking at you, speaking about you when it wasn't his turn yet. The way he mumbled to his friends about how he'd "hit that" by the end of the night.

If anyone was going fuck you it'd be your ghostface that's just been secretly protecting you all night.

Like that first guy that smacked your ass as soon as you got your first drink? Your ghostface took care of it after you slapped him and walked off with your friends. They didn't want you to feel unsafe.

So they dragged him to an empty bathroom and sliced his throat before throwing him in the bathtub. They cleaned up their knife with the guy's shirt before slipping it back in their robe pocket and checking where you went off to.

You ended up being at the dance floor grinding on some frat guy which only angered your ghostface. As if they were just gonna be on standby and just watch.

Absolutely not.

So they did what they had to do. They went outside found that specific dude's car and keyed it. And slashed two of the four tires. Then tapped on the glass to sound the alarm.

Now any normal person wouldn't give a shit about a car alarm or even hear it from the loud ass music. Hell a normal person wouldn't go check it out while having a hot girl grinding against them.

Well this man wasn't normal and as if he and the car were somehow connected he ran off outside without saying a word to you.

Well as soon as the door of the house was closed ghostface struck and stuck their knife into his stomach. Digger in deep before pulling it out as he choked up on words. Ghostface then pushed him into the bushes and went back inside, sliding their knife once again into their pocket.

Then they had to go on a wild goose chase on trying to find you only to have found you playing beer pong.

So that was that and now your ghostface was trying to find you yet again after killing Jazmin and that frat guy. This time you were in the kitchen taking shots by yourself, just chilling.

Meanwhile your ghostface was admiring you from afar and sighing under their mask just staring at how gorgeous you are. Always so pretty.

And tonight you were going to be their good little angel.

They walked up behind you and pulled out their little voice changer from their robe. They brought it up to their covered mouth and spoke behind your ear, "think I was done with you Y/n?"

You jumped and then quickly turned around to see a ghostface. They were a bit taller than you and a bit muscular but you tried your hardest to ignore that part.

"Did you think I forgot about you?" They coo and your eyes widen, slightly getting scared.

"Aw don't worry, I would never hurt a hair on my pretty angel." They say into the voice changer, taking a step forward now corner you on the kitchen island.

They quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the kitchen and led you to a bedroom on the first floor. You tried to run away but their grip on you was too hard and you were afraid they'd go back on their word if you did get away.

So you reluctantly followed and walked into the room as ghostface locked it before turning to face you. "What do you want with me?" You asked and walked back until your legs hit the bed.

"I just want you." They say but this time without the voice changer.

They brought a hand up and grabbed the top of the mask then pulled it off in one go to reveal, "Kate Bishop?!?" You gasp and she fixes her hair before smiling at you.

"Hi Y/n! Long time no see huh?" She jokes and you just look at her shocked.

You were left speechless as you looked back at the girl you knew from high school. She was a sporty girl that was always so intelligent. But also nerdy and awkward.

And also happened to be the first girl you ever had a crush on, technically have feelings for. But that was besides the point.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask and she walks forward making you sit on the bed forgetting there was no more space for you to move to.

"I always had a little crush on you. Then everyone went their own ways for college but I never stopped thinking of you." She says softly and stops when she's right in front of you.

"And I only recently found out from a little birdie that you had a crush on me too..." she says and bends down, eye level to you.

Your eyes widen and you stay silent, is one suppose to admit to that now? After so many years?

You looked down at your lap and she tuts, brings a hand up to your chin and lifts it up making you look at her. "Did you?" She asks and you stare into her blue eyes, the same ones who use to bring butterflies to your skin whenever you made eye contact in high school.

You nod slowly and she smiles, "this couldn't be any more perfect."

You chuckle and shrug, "well it's been a while.. guess I kinda got over that once we graduated y'know."

"Guess I'm gonna have to somehow make those feelings come back." She says and places a hand on to your thigh softly.

"You look so pretty tonight." She coos and leans in, her nose lightly brushing against yours.

"You don't look too bad Katie." You murmur and stare down at her plump lips.

She groans at the nickname, always having hated it but when it came from you, it lit something inside her and she needed to hear more of it.

She closes the gap between you two and her lips were quickly on yours. You were almost going to push her away and yell at her to just be normal, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

So you kissed her back and wrapped your arms behind her neck as she smiled into the kiss, not thinking the reveal would go this way but glad that it did.

She then got up from her squatting and grabbed your waist, making you scoot back so you could lay on the bed. You moved back then to the side so you could lay against the pillows. She climbed on top of you and slid her tongue inside your mouth, needing to explore every crevice while her hands explored your body.

First squeezing your waist then coming up to trace along your collarbone which only gave her an idea but she decided to wait.

She pulled away from your mouth then kissed along your jaw before going lower, kissing down your neck then going back up to nibble on your ear. You felt your heartbeat race and you could only pray she couldn't hear or feel it.

Kate was too worried about her own heartbeat, and also wanting, needing more of you but didn't want to push her luck not knowing you were thinking of the same.

Her lips kissed their way down do your neck as one of her hands went down to squeeze your thighs, loving how soft your skin felt.

She then sucked on your neck making you moan and with just that little moan Kate could feel arousal already pool between her legs.

She pulled away then kissed your love bite before she brought her hand up to your inner thigh, you only squeezed them together out of nerves even though you felt your body crave more of her touch.

"Katie-" you breathe out and she hums as she toys with the top of your dress, teasing you.

"I need you." You mumble and she groans, feeling her eyes roll back.

It's all she's been thinking about and now she actually get to live it?

Without another word she pulls the straps of your dress down revealing your bare tits to her. She gasps in shock, admiring the perfect shape and pretty nipples before latching her mouth on to your left nipple.

You moaned and grabbed her head as she sucked on it then pulled away to suck on the other while squeezing both breasts together. "You're so beautiful." She mumbles as she switches off between sucking each nipple.

You moaned out and played with her hair as she worshipped your tits like there's no tomorrow. "Katie- fuck-" you moan and buck your hips up against her, making you feel something, something sharp.

You furrow your brows and she looks up at you, pulling away before realizing why you had that reaction.

The knife.

"Is that-"

"Yes! But I meant it, I'd never hurt you." She says and reaches her hand down to grab the knife.

She places it on the bedside table next to you and you raise an eyebrow, "what were you doing-"

"Don't worry your pretty head about it. Let me just take care of you." She murmurs and goes back to sucking on your nipples.

But that got you thinking, not about murder because you also weren't normal. But instead about how it'd feel against your skin. Especially by the hands of Kate.

And almost like she could read your mind (but really just by your facial expression and the way you bit your lip as you turned your head to look at it) she pulled away from your tits and reached for it.

You looked at it in awe and looked at her nervously, almost shyly. "Do you want me to use this on you love?" She asks and you blush.

You nod and she chuckles, "I need to hear you say it angel."

"Y-yeah- yes please." You say and she smiles.

She then brings the knife up to your neck, very lightly tracing the spine of the knife against your skin slowly. "How's that feel pretty girl?" She whispers and you moan, answering her question quite quickly.

Kate moans and pulled the knife away as she went down to latch onto your tits again. She sucked on your left nipple and very carefully grazed the tip along your right nipple. You stay still and calm your breathing, not expecting to actually have liked this so much but that wet spot in your panties begged to differ.

"And you didn't even wear a bra. Not much of an angels now are you then?" She teases making you giggle.

"Looked better without it don't you think?" You ask fluttering your lashes at her as she pulled the knife away and came up to kiss you.

She pecked your nips before bringing the knife up to your jaw, "you're such a tease." She groans and leans over to place the knife back before going down your body.

You bit your lip and watched as she goes down, getting between your legs, her hands spread you wide open for her. She moaned at the wet spot on your panties and pulled your dress up a bit. "Such a dirty girl too." She coos making you whimper.

"Oh you like that don't you?" She teases and you were about to squeeze your thighs together before she pulls them apart.

"Don't do that princess, spread them wide for me." She instructs and you couldn't help but listen.

You spread them as she leans in and leaves a kiss on your clothed clit before kissing down your entire slit making you whine. She only chuckled before moving your panties to the side and immediately diving in leaving you breathless and a whimpering mess for her.

She started by lapping her tongue on your folds, desperately needing to taste you. You were even sweeter than she imagined in her wet dreams. She moaned against your pussy as she came up to suck on your clit while looking up at you. "Fuck — Oh god Katie-" you moaned, hands coming down to play with her hair and also get it out of her face.

She continued making out with your pussy, scared it'll go away if she didn't treat you how you were deserved to be treated.

She wrapped her arms around your thighs and brought her face even closer to your sopping pussy. So wet and just for her. That thought alone was enough to kill her. She had never been so turned on in her life and she was finally able to have you.

After the night long protecting she had to do of course.

"So sweet." She murmured against you, not getting enough of you.

You moaned and gathered her hair into a ponytail as she licked your clit with the tip of her tongue all the while keeping eye contact with you. You looked so gorgeous and your moans were music to her ears, she was already thinking of how staying there for hours.

But she brought a surprise just for you and desperately needed you to see. So she pulled away and got up, scooting to sit next to you which made you realize maybe she wanted your mouth on her so you moved down between her legs without a second thought.

She pulled her robe up and you unbutton, then pulled the zipper down before taking them off. She lifted her hips up and you pulled them down her body when a purple strap on dildo rises up making you gasp.

You stared at it mouth agape and wide eyes, not at all expecting to find that but definitely not complaining. You bit your lip and looked up at Kate, who had a nervous look on her face.

You pulled the rest of her pants down until you could throw them on to the floor then brought your attention to her strap. It was long and thick, veiny and a dark purple.

Your mouth was salivating and you couldn't believe she wanted to fuck you. It brought a warm feeling down to your stomach and maybe she did make those feelings come back.

You looked up at Kate whose cheeks were now rosy and she avoided your gaze. She realized maybe this was more forward then she originally thought it would be.

But as you grabbed her cock and spat on it, Kate realized you didn't think that. She was relieved but that quickly was overshadowed by how hot her body started to feel.

You grabbed the shaft and stroked it slowly before spitting on it again. You then took it in your mouth, slowly taking it making Kate's breathing become heavier. "So pretty- you're so pretty." She murmurs and bucks her hips up so you can take more.

You gag on it but just go all the way, feeling it go down your throat before pulling away and letting all the drool drip down on it. You look up at her and she was panting hard, making you smile. "Put it back in. Please. Please put my cock back in your mouth." She pleads and you nod, putting it back in.

You bob your head back and forth, all while making direct eye contact with her, seeing she wanted to see you take it so bad. Kate's lip was quivering and she didn't expect to love this view so much but you just looked so good down there. The arousal between her legs swirling in her boxers every time you take her cock all the way.

She moans and brings her hands down to your head, pulling you down to take it all as she thrusts her hips up. You close your eyes and let her continue as she pleases, taking every inch down your throat.

She then stops and lets it slip out of your mouth before she reaches down and grabs your shoulders. "Come here." She murmurs and you quickly climb on top of her.

But she flips you over and positions herself on top of you, grabbing your legs and spreading them wide open. She grabs her cock and positions the tip in to your entrance, then letting it rub against your folds soaking it in your juices. She then slaps it on your clit making you whine.

"So wet for me huh?" She murmurs and you feverishly nod.

"Need my cock angel?" She asks, pulling your dress up and quickly taking your panties off.

She then stuffs them in her robe pocket before looking down at you, awaiting an answer. "Yes- god yes-" you whine making her grin.

"You're so fucking perfect." She murmurs before position it to your entrance again.

"Katie please- I need you to fuck me- please I need you so badly." you plead and she gives you a pout before slamming it all into you.

You cried out and she stopped, letting you get use to the thickness of it before she finally starting moving, slowly to begin with. "So tight pretty girl." She murmurs making you whimper.

Kate rolls her eyes back and lifts her robe up so she can see you take her. She watches as your pussy grips her cock and it just slides in so easily. "You're so perfect." She moans and starts moving faster.

You moan and bring your arms up, snaking then behind her neck as she comes down to peck your lips as she thrusts her hips into yours. You moaned against her mouth and she slides her tongue inside, needing everything you give her.

The sounds of your combined moans, and your wetness filled the room, you couldn't even hear the music from the rest of the house anymore. Too focused on the pleasure Kate was giving you and how good it felt.

Not to mention how hot she looked fucking you, sweat beads forming on her forehead as she grabbed onto your legs and pulled away from your mouth. "Look at how you're taking me in angel. You just love this cock don't you?" She murmurs and you nod, letting out whimpers as she rutted into you harder.

"F-feels so good Katie-" you moaned making her groan and grip on to your legs.

"You're so perfect baby." She moans, relentlessly pounding into you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

You let out bundles of moans and whimpers as you felt your climax rushing into your body. "Katie I'm- fuck — so c-close-" you stutter, your eyes fluttering and legs slightly shaking.

"Cum for me pretty girl, I wanna feel you." She grunts and leans in to kiss you again.

You kiss back and wrap your legs around her waist, she instantly pounds into you deeper and it feels so much better, hitting your g spot perfectly. "You're so perfect Y/n." she murmurs against your lips and your orgasm hit your body like a tidal wave.

You let out cries and mewls while Kate slowed down, gently kissing you as your body shook. You were barely able to kiss back so Kate pulled away, leaning her forehead against yours. "You did so good for me angel." She murmurs and you give her a small smile.

"Maybe next time you leave the mask on." You joke making her laugh as she slowly pulls out of you.

She lays down next to you and wraps her arms around you to which you melt into. "So do you think those feelings are back yet?" She asks quietly and you shrug.

"Maybe I need another round..." you murmur making her smirk.

[rimaiahwrites]

Our secret

Dom!Erik x subblack!reader, dom x sub, smut!, swear words, age difference, big brothers best friend, fluffy kinda, dd/lg themes but it’s never addressed as dd/lg

Erik Clinched his glass of cold lemonade with his Left hand, almost feeling like it could break in anytime. He bite his lip and gritted his teeth together as he watched his best friends little sister hang upside down on the white porch swing with a book in her hand. Her legs hung over the head of the swing and her white Church shoes clicked together as she read softly to herself. Her Rosy red swollen lip moved gracefully as she eyes scanned over the book page.

She was reading a book he has seen her read a thousands times. She called it a classic that she could never get tried of, Erik only laughed at her and said she was eventually going to get tried of it.

Her legs rubbed together making her light yellow dress slip down her legs and slightly exposed her pink panties. A animalistic growl vibrated through his chest but he quickly covered it up with a cough and moved away from the window when he heard his friend Approaching the kitchen.

"My mom called and told me to go to the store and get some eggs and milk. You can stay if you want it'll only take like 30 minutes." Erik nodded and sat down on the couch that was wrapped in A plastic cover.

"Alright I'll just play this game until you get back," he smirked leaning back with the Game controller in his lap. "Yeah get all the practice you can get because when I get back imma kick your ass!" Dwayne laugh his way out of the house and began his walk to the store. Erik jumped up and looked out the window and saw that he was out of sight.

He walked back to the kitchen and saw that she was still in the same position that she was in when he left. He made his way outside and sat right beside her on the swinging seat. She looked up from her book and smiled at him. "Hi." She spoke softly. She pushed her legs up flip over the chair and her dress flipped over her head. "That's not very ladylike little one," he said and pulled her dress down for her, her cheeks grow hot but she acted like she didn't care by shrugging and say- "I'm not a lady I'm a 18 year old. I'll wait to be ladylike when I get old." She Sassed sitting on the swing next to him. "Is that so" He raised eyebrow while biting his lip. She nodded. "Plus it's just you Erik..." he chuckled a little. "What does that mean?" He asked as he watched her Fiddle with his fingers.

"You have been my brother's best friend since you guys were 12 so your like a big brother to me and I know you haven't tell on me," she smiled bopping him on the nose with her finger. He bite it and she gasped. "That's not very nice E, you got your nasty spit on me" she said pouting as she wiped his saliva on her dress not even really caring much about it. Nether of them did.

"Ok and?" He put his finger in his mouth and stuck it in her ear without a second thought. She smacked his hand away and pushed his arm from around her shoulder. "Why would you do that? That was disgusting," he tried to hold in his laughter but he failed and end up bent over from laughing so hard. When he sat up and lend against him and slide her whole tongue across his face. His smile drop and If looks could kill she'd be a dead girl right now.

"Alright bet, come her-" he lunged for her but she squealed and hopped off the swing and run into the house before he could grab, he chased her all the way up stairs and she screamed the whole way up until she got to her room, Erik stopped in his tracks when he didn't see her anywhere in there. he began to look around the room because he was 100% sure that she ran in here. "______! Where you at little girl..." He whispered looking under her bed but she wasn't under there. He looked behind the door, in the bathroom, in the tube, in the toilet , behind the curtains but she was no where to be found.

"What the fuck I know she ran in here-" He Paused when he hear her giggling come from the closet, He turn on his heals and walked towards it, he swung the door open was met with nothing but the cute little Fluffy dresses she loves to wear. "_____ I won't hurt you I just wanna play" he said in a fake creepy voice. She put both of her hands over her mouth as excitement tangled through her body feeling like she was still getting Chased. He dug deeper in the closet pushing her dresses apart and he found a little white door that blended in with the walls, he honestly wouldn't even have found it if it wasn't for her giggles and the door knob sticking out of the wall. He was shocked when he opened it to find a whole decorated bedroom with a tv, DVD player a whole mini fridge with snacks on top of it and a giggling y/n sitting there.

"What the hell-" he said walking all the way In the room. she smiled at him brightly before standing up and shouting- "you found me!"

"I did find you.What's my prize?" She bite her lip innocently and shrugged batting her eyelashes at him. "The prize is you get the honor to be the only person to step foot in here besides me, not even my mom or dad know about this place." He sat next to her and pulled her on his lap and she sat with hesitation or a question asked. "Eh That's cool and all but I would much weather it if I get to lick you back," she huffed. "Mm no, I got the last lick so let's just leave it at that. I won." She sassed closing her eyes sticking her tongue out at him teasingly. He hesitated a little bit before He flick his tongue against her and she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "EW WH-" then he licked her hand then her arm then her lips all together. "I won." He chuckled at her experience.

Leaning back on the blankets and pillows all over the floor. It was her cute makeshift bed. He grabbed her from underneath her arm and sat him on her lap so she was straddling him. She dress bunched up slightly and she laid it back down. She rested her dainty hands on his stomach and smiled up at him. His breath quicken and she noticed.  "Yeah, yeah whatever." She said rolling her eyes and moving her head side to side and her two ponytails bobbed a little. It caught his attention and he flick one with his middle finger.

"I like your little bunny tails." She was confused. "They look more like big bunny tails then a ponytail , pony hair is straight and long. You're is big and puffy." He Explained was she busted into a fit of giggles and laughter. She calmed down and nodded her head agreeing with him. They did look more like a bunny tail then a pony.

"I never thought of that. You're right." She smiled at him, he adore her smile with everything in him. He adore her just in general and it was getting harder and harder to hide the fact. He felt wrong for feeling this way towards her because of the age difference and the fact that it was his best friend's little sister, he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it.

"You are so fuckin' cute little one." He spoke softly licking his lips slowly. "Thank you..." She said back but he wasn't even listening because he was to focused on her plump lips moving softly as she spoke. The position they were in only made his Dirty thoughts and behavior worst. His hands slide up her thighs in reaction to the dress rising up her legs. He grip her tightly and she whimpered softly In Surprise. Her muscles began to relax in his hands as he Massage her chocolate Colored thighs. "You look so cute in this little dress you know that?-" her breathing seem to quicken to at this point and she didn't know why. He was just Simply touching her. She thought.

She squirmed in his lap and he damn near moaned. Her covered flower was laying right against him and it was driving him crazy knowing that the only thing that was keeping them apart from each other was her thin little pink panties and his dark black ripped jeans.

He wanted so badly to be buried in her cave, deep and swollen. Her pink lips gripping his member as he stroked her deeper then she could ever imagine he could go.

He felt his precum stain his boxers and he cursed himself for having such dirty thoughts about the little 18 year old sitting on him.

She brought his hands up higher on his chest, and lifted up a little so his bulge was laying right Against her aching pussy.

Erik noticed her discomfort and asked what was wrong. "I-I feel....funny?" She said more as a question then statement. His Curiosity peaked up. "What do you feel like? Is it a bad funny or is it a good funny?" He said as he ran his thumb over her jaw line and bottom lip which was red from her biting, picking, and licking it. She thought for a second and sat back on him. Excitement and tingles shot up to her clit. It shocked her and made her legs wobble a little bit. "I don't know if I like this feeling." She purred like a kitten and leaned into his hand like a cat would do to it's owner. "You want me to make it go away?" He cooed. She nodded her head desperately as the feeling only got stronger the more he spoke to her in such a low tone it seem.

"It feels funny right here?" He lifted her little light yellow dress and pointed to her covered flower. "Y-yes" She whined beginning to get frustrated with the whole situation. "If you want me to help you, you know I gotta take your panties off and touch you right?" He asked wanting to be sure she was 100% ok with this. "I know. Please hurry." She confirm and gripped his shirt tightly. He smiled feeling like he just won the lottery.

He brought her Down to lay flat on his chest while her ass was pointed up into the air. He kissed her plump lips with passion and pent up lust for the paste year of wanting to touch and kiss her. She gasped out of surprise. He was her first kiss and he couldn't be happier about that. His lips moving slow with hunger in his motions. She was in shock but nonetheless kept moving her tongue against his slick one. He broke the kiss and flipped her over so he was on top, he grabbed her hard nipples in his fingers and pinched Them roughly, she gasped and Arched. "Erik please, your making it worse are you sure you know what you're doing?" She asked innocently. Erik chuckled and pressed his thumb onto her clit making her Chest rise up against his.

"Yeah I think I know what I'm doing lil mama." Her breath came out short and quick while The warm heat of his breath tickled her jawline. He licked the crease of her neck and jaw sending chills down her back.

His arm wrapped around her Waist and down her ass. He slide his big hands down to her soaked pussy.

It was wet and warm.

His shaky hands pulled her panties to the side and revealed her chocolate colored clit and her pink and creamy insides that glistened from her arousal.

Erik let out a weak breath before dragging his pointer finger down her clit and slit. Y/n let out whimper/squeal that made Erik's dick jump.

Erik studded her face the more he moved his fingers up and down her clit. Her face was relaxed and in bliss. She was in heaven.

"You hear that princess?" He asked as he speed up his hand movements making a wet and sticky sound fill the room. "That pretty pussy so wet baby." He spoken deeply. Her mouth dropped open letting out a stream of moans and whimpers. "Oh E! feel so good." She dragged out gripping the front of his shirt, while trying to hide her face in his chest.

"Why you hiding from me princess? Huh? Lemme see that pretty face." Erik whispered in her ear. She cried out his name trying to sit her upper body up without ruining her arch.

"Whatcha hiding for babygirl? You don't want me to see how good I'm making that pussy feel?" She shook her head. Her brown cheeks were so red from embarrassing that it shocked Erik. He's never seen a black person blush this hard before.

He smirked kissing her on the cheek then her lips. They were red and swollen from all the kissing but it turned him on even more.

"Erik..." she said frantically, popping her head up from his neck. He hide his smile from her by biting his lip. "E, wait I feel like imma pee on myself!" She panicked trying to lift up from his chest, but he held her there.

"You about to cum babygirl stay still." She was still squirming around from how intense it felt. There was a knot in of her stomach and a sensation in the core of her vagina that felt incredibly too good. It was to much for her.

The feeling was getting stronger and stronger and she couldn't help the moans and gibberish words that left her mouth.

Erik's hand stayed on her clit and just before she could cum his finger stopped. He wanted nothing more then to edge her and make her cry.

Her tense body relaxed and her big brown eyes popped open and she looked Furious.

"Erik why did you stop?" She whined smacking him on the chest. "Tell me what you want princess, beg for me to give it to you." He said grabbing her chin and pulling her face to his.

"Tell me princess." She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth to speak. "Uh uh open yo eyes and tell me like a big girl." He said in a hushed tone.

"Umm I-.... Erik" she pouted kicking her foot, too embarrassed to actually tell him herself. "Please Erik? I can't-"

"Yes you can, Tell me you want to rub on ya pussy." She bite her lips as tears began to blurry her vision. "I'm too embarrassed..." Erik chuckled before he started to glide his fingers up and down her pussy really slowly. Y/n pushed her hips more against his hands so she could feel more of him.

"Please? I'll do anything you say....please just rub my pussy Erik please?" She finally blared out hiding her face back into his neck. Erik smile proud of her, and in no time his fingers were back on her clit and going to speed of lighting.

"Aww there you go princess, that all you had to say." He praised her. Kissing the side of her face as he watched her whole body slump over and eyes rolled to the back of her head.

The knot in her core before so tight that she couldn't even speak. He moved his fingers faster and the sound of slashing water filled the room. Her juices leaked all over his black jeans and the bottom of her dress.

Her body became Tease making her fingers locked them onto his plaid button up shirt and the plan black one he had underneath in a tight hold.

Erik watched as her mouth hung open and eye rolled as she mumbled "Erik, Erik oh my god yesss" over and over until her orgasm slowly faded away.

She laid there for a minute before finally sitting up in his lap. Her body was still slightly jerking from experiencing her very first orgasm.

Her eyes were hazy and low like she was high as she looked at Erik biting his lip. "You good baby?" She nodded her head before laying back on his chest.

"I have never done this before." She whispered looking up into his eyes. He looked back down at her. "I know, you like it?" He asked even though he already knew that answer. She shook her head fast making her bunny tails bounce.

Erik laughed before picking her up from his lap and sitting her on the pillows that were on the side of them.

"Where are you going?" She pouted up at him as he got up and walked to the door.

"I gotta get back down stairs before your brother get back princess." She sat up on her legs because poking her lips out for him to kiss. Erik laughter filled the room before he walked back over to her and kissed her deeply. Tongue swirling around her wet mouth.

He pulled Away after getting her a few more pecks, before leaving her Secret room and out of her room.

Just as Erik made it back down the stairs, y/b/n opened and slammed the door before throwing the grocery bag on the kitchen table.

"Alright you ready for me to kick yo ass in 2k?"

"You smell that?" Erik asked as he looked around the room. Y/b/n looked around confused sniffing the air. "It kinda smell like pus-" "Nah nigga it smell like CAP." Y/b/n fired back, plopping on the couch smirkingly.

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The end.

(Y'all If the time line is off between this one and part two it's because I wrote this when I was 16 and I feel like now that I'm 19 the reader probably shouldn't be 16 fucking on a legal boy lmao)

[ladykailitha]

The Subtleties of Steve Harrington Part 2

This is one is bit longer than the rest because there wasn’t a clear spot to break it up without splitting up one of the parts.

Part 1

*

One Month Before

The Corroded Coffin boys were on a mission. And that was to tell the Buckley girl to call off her dog. Because they sure as hell weren’t going to let Steve Harrington break Eddie Munson’s heart.

They walked into Family Video on a day they knew Steve would be off. How did they know he wouldn’t be there? Because it’s all Eddie was talking about all that week, that him and Steve were going up to Indy to Eddie’s favorite gaming store and get him a new fig to replace the one that been warped to hell in Eddie’s bag because he forgot about it.

“Welcome to Family Video!” Robin greeted cheerily.

“Buckley,” Jeff said, “we’d like a word.”

Her face turned calculating. “You know, all three of you ganging up on a girl at her work place where she can’t escape is preeeeetttty pervy behavior, yes?”

They all looked at each other in shock. They hadn’t thought what it would look like to her. To any outsider really. They whispered for a few moments before Jeff and Gareth turned to leave.

She watched them go with a raised eyebrow. “So how did you get picked as representative of the Corroded Coffin boys?” she asked him.

Brian shrugged. “Gareth is too hot headed and Jeff stammers when he gets nervous.”

“And I make him nervous?” Robin asked with a smile.

“You did just scare the two of them off, so...yeah?”

She grinned. “So what can I do for you Corroded Coffin boys today?”

Brian sighed. “Look, Steve is great guy and all. Saved Eddie’s ass when everyone thought he was dead. And we’re grateful. We are it’s just...” He ran his fingers over his face. “We don’t want Eddie to get hurt. He’s fallen for straight boys before and it’s hurt him bad.”

Robin’s eyes got wider and wider the more Brian went on until they were practically bulging out of her head. “Okay, okay. Slow down. Are you saying that you want me to tell Steve to what exactly? Stop seeing Eddie all together? Not be alone with Eddie? Not be friendly with Eddie? Because that’s pretty fucked up.”

Brian huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “It’s not like that. He’s flirting with Eddie. We’ve all seen the Harrington charm in action. And Steve’s turned it up to eleven around Eddie. Like take today. Would you go to Indy which is a two hour drive to go to a store for one item that cost two bucks max? The gas alone is gonna cost more than that.”

Robin licked her lips. “For Steve absolutely. But you’re right, that’s not a normal friendship thing. It’s best friend or boyfriend move.”

Brian nodded. “You have to see why we’re concerned. Steve is going to make Eddie fall in love with him and then get his heart broken when the next Nancy Wheeler walks by.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay. I know you are going to go running to the other two the second you walk out of this store. But if anyone else finds out and this includes Eddie I will hunt all three of you for sport. Do you understand?”

Brian gulped but nodded.

“Steve isn’t straight.”

He frowned. “He isn’t?”

She shook her head. “It’s a bit of a shock to the system, no lie. But Steve likes both.”

Brian cocked his head to the side. “So he’s actively flirting with Eddie? As in to try and woo him and shit?”

“Yup!” Robin said popping the P.

“Does Eddie know Steve isn’t straight?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I know I said not to tell him, but Steve is actively flirting with him, so he should.”

Brian shook his head. “I mean we wouldn’t have guessed Steve wasn’t straight, so...”

“So, does the former super super senior know that the boy who’s flirting with him isn’t straight?” Robin asked.

He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that.”

“I don’t know,” she groused. “Hell, you guys know him better than I do.”

Brian nodded. “I think he suspects but doesn’t want to be wrong.”

Robin nodded. “That’s fair.”

Brian shifted from side to side. “Thanks. I guess I should get back to the guys.”

She nodded.

Brian stepped outside and Gareth and Jeff were on him in a hot second.

“You get her to call him off?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nothing to call off.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff growled. “Of course there is. Straight boy hitting on gay boy needs to back the fuck off.”

“Bisexual boy is making moves on gay boy he has genuine feelings for,” Brian explained.

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other in confusion.

“Steve’s not straight?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nope.”

Jeff frowned. “I mean, we all know New Steve isn’t the kind to deliberately hurt anyone. Old Steve might have. But not New Steve. Why were we so sure Steve was out to hurt Eddie?”

Gareth shifted uncomfortably. “Because we assumed Eddie was the only gay guy in Hawkins.”

The trio fell silent. They knew that there must be other gay people in Hawkins. The town wasn’t that small.

“What do we tell Eddie?” Jeff asked.

“Nothing,” Brian said firmly. Before it was from threat of violence from Buckley, but now. He absolutely agreed with her.

“Nothing?” Gareth asked. “Doesn’t Eddie deserve to know?”

“From Steve?” Brian asked. “Oh absolutely. From us? Absolutely fucking not.”

Gareth and Jeff grumbled but reluctantly agreed.

Two weeks ago

Dustin was the hardest to convince. Which was annoying. And if Steve was being honest, hurt. A lot.

“For the last time, Dusty,” Steve said, digging his palms into his eyes, “I’m not going to date Robin. She is best friend and I am not her type.”

“Well what is her type?” Dustin asked. “You think she would go for Eddie then? Oh, maybe Argyle.”

Robin came bouncing into the room and skidded to a stop when she saw the looks on both Steve and Dustin’s faces.

“What’s up?” she asked slowly.

“Please explain to this butthead that I am not your type,” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Hey, man,” Dustin said. “I just want you to be happy.”

Robin grinned. “You know, for such a genius you do have a bit of blind spot regarding matchmaking.”

Dustin frowned. “No I don’t.”

Robin laughed. “Yeah you do. You aren’t taking into consideration the fact that not everyone likes the opposite gender.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I know about gay people. I just don’t know any.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance.

“I only like girls,” Robin said, smugly.

Dustin looked back and forth between them. “Is that what you meant by not being her type?”

“Yup!” Steve said. “She likes boobies. Personally, I like boobies and dicks. Though not on the same person.” He paused for a second. “No. I take that back. That does sound hot.”

Dustin scoffed. “I’m willing to believe she’s a lesbian.” He pointed at Robin “But there is no way in hell that you like dudes. You’re the ladies man. The original.”

Steve laughed. “I think Harrison Ford or Tom Cruise might disagree with you there.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. How many girls have you dated?”

Steve tried counting but the number kept changing. “I guess it depends on what you consider to be dating. Two or more dates? Probably in the range of six or seven. If you include just one offs where either her or I didn’t pursue the relationship past the first date it would be closer to eleven or twelve.” He wasn’t going to bring up one night stands. He didn’t want to break the kid.

Dustin nodded as if he had been proven right. “And how many dates have you gone on with dudes?”

Steve boggled. “You do realize that dating one’s gender is frowned on and there is an epidemic going on where it’s hitting almost exclusively gay men? It was hard to find gay boys before that shit and now the pool has shrunk by a lot.”

Dustin just shrugged. “All I’m hearing is that you’ve never dated a man. So how do you know you like them?”

Steve put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes skyward. This kid.

“Just because I haven’t dated a boy doesn’t mean I haven’t kissed them, Dustin.”

Both Robin and Dustin turned to him in shock.

“You have?” Robin asked.

“Yes,” Steve hissed. “And no, I’m not telling you who. I don’t kiss and tell.”

Dustin bit his lip. “You really like dudes?”

Steve threw his arms in the air. “Yes!”

Dustin rubbed his hands together. “That just opens up the possibilities for dates!”

Steve just groaned.

*

One Week Before

Steve was doing his least favorite favorite chore. He hated taking the brats to Hellfire because they were little shits. Because he loved it because it meant that he got to see Eddie.

Dustin was sitting behind the driver’s seat kicking Steve in the back. “You know Eddie’s gay, right?”

Steve sighed and glared at him through the rearview mirror. “We don’t out other people without their permission, dude. Not ever.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying...”

“I know exactly what you’re saying,” Steve growled, “and I’m saying we don’t out people until they’re ready to come out.” He fought really hard not to look at the boy in the front passenger seat, to avoid doing what he just told Dustin not to do.

“I’m gay...” Will whispered.

Steve sighed. Looks like they were going to be a little late to D&D today. He pulled into a parking lot and parked.

“Thanks for saying something,” Steve said softly. “But you didn’t have to.”

“I’ve known for awhile,” Mike said softly.

Lucas nodded. “I might have not have known for sure, but yeah. That makes sense.”

Dustin frowned. “How the hell did I miss that?”

Steve turned around in the seat. “Because you’ve got a blind spot where anyone outside of the norm is concerned. Which let’s be honest, isn’t a good look for a scientist.”

Dustin pouted.

Lucas frowned. “Who else did you miss?”

Steve turned to Will with a grin. “Go ahead, tell them.”  

“Steve,” Will said softly.

Lucas and Mike started shouting protestations and Steve just waited them out.

“How did you know, Will?” Steve asked after they had calmed down enough to be heard over.

Will blushed. “I saw the way you acted around Jonathan and I suspected. But then I saw how you acted around Eddie and I knew.”

“It’s a problem I have to be sure,” Steve said. “Crushing on both sides of a couple. Not...as a...not like that.”

“Not as a threesome?” Lucas clarified.

Steve nodded, deeply embarrassed. “But separately. So yeah. I had a crush on Tommy H and Carol. Nancy and Jonathan. But I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of all that. I don’t have crushes on any of them anymore.”

Mike folded his arms and pouted but Lucas looked thought for a minute.

“Yeah, I think that makes sense,” he said. “I can see it.”

Steve smiled at him and mouthed ‘thank you’. “All right, now that we’ve survived both of those bombshells, let’s get you to your nerd game.”

The kids had almost gotten to the door when Dustin stopped. He said something to the others before he came dashing back to the car.

“Will said Eddie!” he cried gleefully. “You have a crush on Eddie!”

Steve rolled down the window and hissed, “Shut up or he’ll hear you!”

Dustin jumped up and down. “It would be sooo cool if both of my dads start dating each other.”

Steve shook his head. “We’re just good friends, don’t meddle with that. If I think I’ve got a chance, you know I’ll go for it. But until then you stay out of it.”

Dustin nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

Part 3 Part 4

Tag List: @awkwardgravity1 @maya-custodios-dionach @spectrum-spectre

[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F.) (Part 7)

Summary: Yn gets a little too drunk at Nicole’s party, but someone is there to help her with the after effects of it.

A/N: Already chapter 7? We aren’t half way yet, but the chapters go by so fast, please enjoy!!

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I stumbled around Nicole’s house, eyes blurry and stinging. I’m not a lightweight, used to be but not anymore. But this is the most i’ve ever drunken. And i’ve gotten drunk before, trust me.

Everyone was hanging with their own people, and I was trying to find mine. My people. Gigi, Nicole, Shayla, belly, Taylor even.

But I couldn’t find them.

In the distance I saw a tall figure with another figure that was navy, their shirt probably. I knew it was him so I ran fast to him. He was with someone else.

“Conrad.” I say.

He turns to face me and I can still see him but not too clearly.

“Yn, what the fuck?” The other guy is suddenly gone and Conrad’s hands are on my face.

“Why are your eyes bloodshot red?” He says and I can hear a trace of worry in his voice. Worry.

“Con..” I begin to say but the words trail off.

“How much did you drink?” He says, this time firm and I don’t hear the worry in his voice. It’s gone.

I slur, “One.. twelve, I don’t know it’s..”

Conrad shakes his head, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” And then he takes my wrist and then we’re heading towards the exit.

“Stop!” I try to yank my hand out of his grip but he doesn’t let me. He’s too strong. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you home.” He says, and we’re moving towards the exit again.

Outside was Jeremiah, this other guy, and Cam. They were playing beer pong.

“Hell yeah!” I hear Jeremiah scream and then he looks towards us. “Hey, is yn okay?”

“She’s leaving.” Conrad says and then I shake my head. He doesn’t get to tell me what to do? Now he suddenly cares after all this time? I take everything back, I fucking hate him.

“No, i’m not.” I say but Im too weak to move away from him. Jeremiah just nods at Conrad which only makes me angry, and then we’re moving towards the car.

“Conrad, let go of me.” I say, tugging at him.

“Get in the car.” He had built this wall against me, like he couldn’t get too close to me. In my drunken state, it kinda hurt.

“Okay.” I stepped into the car and sulked. Sulked for the hundredth time this night. Conrad then got in the drivers seat.

“Please don’t be mad, Con.”

“I’m not mad, yn.”

Then, I did something i’m not proud of. I’m so embarrassed of it.

I started whaling. Crying my eyes out. You could hear it and I was sobbing. He definitely was going to walk out of the car. Leave. I couldn’t stop, once the tears started it was over.

To my surprise, I pair of hands stroked my face, wiping my tears away. “What’s wrong?”

Oh boy, that’s a lot.

“Everything.” I say. Quietly. “Everything is wrong.”

He didn’t say anything else, and Instead he took his hands off me and he started the engine up. I decided not to say anything either. And to stop crying.

After the worst car ride possible, we got back to the summer house and I think Susannah and Laurel were asleep because the lights were off.

Conrad gets out the car and then goes to my side, and opens my door. I was about to get out but he stops me. Then, he picks me up bridal style and I can’t help the flutter that’s in my heart. I nuzzled my head in his shoulder for comfort.

Conrad took me to my room and I could hear his heart beating, fast. He shut the door quick and then put me down on the bed.

Quickly, he started to roam around my closet to find some clothes, and he pulled out shorts and a shirt. A shirt that he had to stop and stare at for a few seconds.

He turned back to me, “Is this—”

“Yours.” I whisper.

—

June Last Summer, 15 (Almost 16)

Me and Conrad were currently on the couch, laughing our asses off. It was 1am and everyone was sleeping except us. Conrad showed me his moms secret vodka stash and we got a little carried away.

In my drunken state, I had my arms wrapped around his stomach and was laying on his lap.

“Connnnn.” I say through slurs. Conrad was way more sober than I was, but he was definitely buzzed. I was a lightweight.

He started to stroke my face which felt really nice. “This was a bad idea on my part.” He says through a laugh.

I shake my head and then unwrap myself from him, pretending to be angry. “Hey! I can handle it.”

He rolled his eyes playfully before pulling me closer to him, “Why’d you stop?”

I looked at him confused, “What?”

“Stop hugging me.”

Suddenly the air felt thick. Me and Conrad had had a beach moment almost 3 weeks ago, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. The feeling that had always been there. Sometimes I literally felt like we were a couple.

I shrug, “Your not very cuddly.” I lie. He was like a teddy bear.

He pretends to be offended and gasp a little but, “I let you know i’m very cuddly.” Conrad then picks me up and sets me down on his lap, shoving me into his shoulder. I tried to laugh but a part of me couldn’t breathe at all.

“Conrad! Stop!” I say but laughs keep coming out of my mouth. Eventually I give in and my arms are around his stomach again. Everything went quiet for a second, and the whole world stopped. It was just us.

Conrad played with my hair so gently it made me shiver. Then, I swear he was going to kiss me. He was so close, but he didn’t.

Instead he said, “Yn, we should go to the boardwalk soon.”

—

“You still have this?” Conrad stood there and he looked shocked. He ran a finger through his hair before sitting next to me on the bed.

“Well, now you can have it back.” I say, holding onto my banging head.

He shook his head and threw the shirt at me, “Nah, you can have it. I think it’s cute that you kept it.”

“Don’t do that.” I say. I suddenly felt a rush of anger. Everything, everything was coming back to me and I couldn’t forget it.

“What? I’m just being fucking nice. I didn’t have to take you home.”

I roll my eyes, “I can’t believe you.”

“Can’t believe what?”

“That you—” I paused. It wasn’t worth it. He would never care about you. Not again.

“Just leave me alone. Your good at that.”

I go to turn around but Conrad grabs my wrists, “No, no don’t do that yn. Don’t act like I fucking left you.”

Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes but I held them back, I couldn’t let him see that I cared. It was all too painful.

Of course, they started to spill. And then I was sobbing once again. This was so embarrassing.

I laid back on the bed and hid my head from embarrassment, “Just go away Conrad, please.” To my surprise, he didn’t say anything. But he didn’t get up either. He just looked at me. That look could kill me and break me and make me love him all over again.

“Conrad, go.”

“No.”

He was so frustrating. Intoxicating, too.

“Why? Why can’t you get the fuck out of my head?!” I then stood up on the bed and looked him deep in the eyes, something I have avoided doing all summer. He stayed silent.

“God, i’ve tried so hard to stay the fuck away from you, and I thought it would be easier because you’ve been such a fucking asshole, but I can’t.” I rant.

“yn—”

“No. No! it’s not fair? Why did you have to leave me? Why couldn’t things stay the same? John divorced Laurel, things have been weird with Belly and you know Frankie. I cant keep anyone in my fucking life.”

Before I knew it I was in Conrad’s arms and I was hugging his waist, sobbing.

“Fuck. Yn. I’m sorry.” He mumbled against my hair and strokes the side of my face.

“No i’m sorry. I ruined it Conrad. I ruined us.”

—

My head was banging as the sun poured through my window. As I opened my eyes, the harsh reality of life set in. I got so drunk Conrad had to take me home meaning I missed out on celebrating Belly’s birthday, which is just another reason for her to hate me. On top of that, instead of going to bed like a normal person I sobbed into Conrad’s arms and basically told him I missed him.

I grabbed my phone and was shocked when I saw the tjme. 8:45. I was supposed to be at the Marina in 15.

I jumped out of bed and put on athletic shorts with a tank top. I grabbed a hair clip and threw it up into a messy bun.

Once I went downstairs, I saw Jeremiah and Steven getting ready to leave and Belly was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Bells?”

Jeremiah shrugs, “She went to drop off Taylor.”

Great. Didn’t even get to say bye.

Without saying anything else I rushed out the house and began to make my way to the Marina.

Once I got there, I looked for the man Susannah had described to me. Brown hair, tall. It wasn’t the best description but I tried my best. I saw a man who I believed was him and went up to him smiling.

“Hi, are you Dean?”

The man smiles, “Yes, I am. I believe your yn?”

“Yeah, sorry i’m late.” Before I can say anything else he shakes his head, “That’s alright. Come with me.”

We walked down the Marina and he described the job I would have. Basically just working at the front but also some boating outside. I didn’t bother to tell him I’m scared of boating.

“Oh, and this is Sarah. You guys will be working together a lot.”

Sarah smiles at me, “Hey! Nice to meet you.”

Dean sighs and looks at the clock, “I have a meeting but Sarah could you show yn around a little?” Sarah nods and Dean gives us one last smile before leaving.

Sarah turns to face me, “Wanna smoke and tell each other our life stories?”

Damn. I like this girl.

So here I was at 9:30 in the morning smoking pot and laughing my ass off. I don’t smoke pot a lot. We were sitting at the deck with our legs hanging out.

“So your Aunt and Uncle adopted you?”

I nod, “Yeah, my parents died when I was 5.”

“How?”

“Car crash.” I say while taking another hit.

“I’m sorry, that sucks.” She says and I send her a smile. She had good intentions. She was nice.

“And you live with the fishers?” She says through a small smile.

“Yeah.”

She nods and for a moment there was silence until she spoke again, “Which one you hooking up with?”

“Ew! None. God, they’re like my family or something.”

Yeah. Or something.

Sarah just smirks, “Mhm, sure. I’ll have to get to know you more for that answer.”

“yn?”

That’s when I turned around and saw the one and only Conrad fisher. My dumbass forgot he teaches Cleveland how to boat here.

Sarah looked at me and smirked, “I’ll leave you to it!”

I go to protest but she stumbles away in her drunken state. Conrad then sits down next to me with his feet dangling as well.

“Are you high?”

I shrug, “Sarah—” i go to point to her but realize she’s gone. “She had one, and we just started smoking and talking about our life problems.”

“yn—”

I knew he wanted to talk about the night before. But I couldn’t let him. I had gotten so vulnerable with him, it was just too painful.

“You know, i’m sorry for being so annoying about the pot and shit, because I totally understand now. This is good.”

It’s disgusting.

He takes the blunt from my hands and tosses it into the water.

“What the hell Conrad! That wasn’t even mine!”

“Your pot friend probably has more.” He deadpans.

I groan and go to get up, but Conrad grabs my waist.

“What are you doing, Conrad?”

“We need to talk yn, about last night, about—” I shake my head and he stops talking. I hated this. Mostly because he doesn’t even care.

“Nothing happened last night.” I lie through my teeth and he can tell. Then, his hands are on my face and he’s cupping me.

“I’m concerned, about you.”

Fuck. It’s that look again.

“Don’t be.” I try and pull away but his grip only gets tighter. I wanna give in so bad. Give in to all these feelings that I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.

For a second, I swore we were gonna kiss. Then I thought about Belly, and everything else in between. I pushed him off me.

“Just stay away from me, it’s easier that way.”

I didn’t even look at his face because I know I would feel guilty. All I ever feel is guilty.

—

A/N: THE DRAMA IS COMING!! Just a couple more chapters and then we might or might not find out what happened between them

tag list: @kkrenae @callsignwidow @drikawinchester @johannelis2302nely

[littlemochabunni]

I’m Sooo Sorry for Your Loss. ~ pt.1

Toji x fem reader (black coded) ft. Toji’s wife?!?!?!

summary: Toji ain't shit and his past comes back to bite him in the ass.

a/n: This was inspired by a anon I got awhile ago so this is because youuuu sweetheart 💋🫶🏽🫶🏽 Definitely not proofread apologies.

part two

wc: 580

You’ve been dating Toji Fushigruo for almost 2 years now. You’ve gone through every hot and cold shoulder he’s given you, loved every moment of him spoiling his “hard-earned” money on you, you moved in together, and you’ve met his kids! Been the shoulder he needed when he cried to you about the deaths of his ex-wives explaing why he didn’t want to get married a third time. Y’know just been the well-rounded understanding girlfriend any man would deeply appreciate. 

Yet the woman standing at your door telling you a very different story. “I- I'm sorry.... You said you’re Toji’s wh-what???” She steps inside your apartment- her apartment actually, “I’m his wife. The second wife to be exact.” Stunned, you stand there trying to process this information, so she closes the door for you and walks to the kitchen to pour you guys a drink. “Is he here?”  

Dragging your feet to the kitchen to follow the very not dead wife Toji told you about and swallow the glass of wine she poured for you immediately before speaking. “W-we have a date at this rest- what the hell happened between you guys?? He told me you died?!?” She scoffs dryly and pours you another drink, “It’s more like he left me stranded in Vegas with no phone, no money, and no passport to get home.” You stare at her wide-eyed by his, very true to character, actions and stammer completely bewildered by what she went through with him. “Yeah, and he did all that because I got lucky at a few tables, he assumed that the dealers and I were fucking.” 

“That man is so fucking petty and sick for that! What the hell??? A-are you okay??” She finishes her wine and chuckles as she pours another glass for herself, “Oh yeah, I’m great, that bastard ran off after I told him that I wanted a divorce and that I felt bad for the next poor woman he cons into a relationship... Oh right...” Fuuuck you’re that poor woman..... And man did he conned you good. “I’m gonna call him, tell him I’m pregnant or some bullshit.” She snickers softly with no objections to your plan on getting him home quickly, so you pull your phone out and call him. Preparing yourself to put on your next best act to faking an orgasm (lets be real you ain’t never fake an orgasm with this man I-) as the phone rings on speaker. “What’s up baby.”  

“Mmm I miss you T... was just thinkin’ that we could skip dinner and get straight to dessert y’know...” You both can practically hear the smirk form on his chapped scarred lips “Oh really? Well, ‘m on my way home then baby.... Keep her nice n wet f’me.” Rolling your eyes to the deep depths of your soul knowing all his thinkin’ is done with that worm of his. “Of course daddy, anything for you~” He chuckles smugly before hanging up the phone, you and his wife start laughing and groaning at this grown ass man fuckboy little boy antics. “I’m gonna start packing my shit cause-” she shakes her head while she still recovers from her laugher, “No no we’re packing his shit and putting it outside where it belongs.” Finishing your second drink, you nod in agreement. “You’re right, I think I hear the streets calling for him.” 

a/n: I could be persuaded into finishing part 2 if you ask me nicely 🤭 just sayin’ some little bondage, face riding, whimpering Toji, and wax maybe possibly involved. Who knows?

[thebiggerbear]

WIP Wednesday - Multiple - 2/7/24

So I've got a few things in the works and I was having a hard time deciding which one to go with for today so I put a few here. I took out any specific spoilers.

I hope they're all okay. I hope to get these all up fully very soon!

Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

1) Beau Arlen x Female!Reader (Short Series)

You shouldn’t have been surprised at the name popping up on your cell phone but considering it was near the end of a business Thursday, it did. You had just been about to close up shop and head out yourself.

You swiped green and immediately put the phone to your ear. “Beau Arlen. As I live and breathe.” You purposely deepened the twang in your voice.

“Y/N Y/L/N. I see you’ve finally assimilated, and after I left, too.”

“Yep. I’ve got a cowgirl hat and I’ve been making appearances on the rodeo circuit,” you teased.

“As long as it’s only appearances and you’re not doing any actual bull riding.”

You smirked.  “Well, when you say bull riding…”

“Y/N,” he warned, making you laugh and relax back into your chair, lifting your feet onto your desk, making one of your colleagues discreetly frown over at you. You ignored the tightass they’d assigned to your unit a month earlier.

“Oh relax, Sheriff. Eight seconds is a little too fast, even for me.”

“I was under the impression eight seconds was the amount of time you gave a guy before kicking him out the door the next morning.” You could hear the teasing in his tone.

“That depends on how the night went but usually less.”

Your smile grew when you heard him chuckling in your ear. “Goddamn.”

2) John Winchester x Female!Reader (Prompt Response)

You were running your ass off as two vampires chased you through a field in broad daylight. You were soaked through from the rain coming down in buckets, making the grass slippery and if you came across a patch of mud, you were screwed. You ignored the booms of thunder overhead and pumped your arms to try to make it to the treeline where your car sat, waiting. If you somehow survived this, you were going to kill Troy. “It’s a small nest, Y/N, three vampires if you’re lucky. You’ll be in and out,” he’d said. Well, Troy was full of shit. There had been at least twelve vampires in the abandoned building and it was a damn miracle you had survived this far. 

You’d been able to take out at least four though your machete got stuck in the fourth vampire’s neck and you’d had no choice but to abandon it and run since by that point, the nest was awake and very aware of your intrusion. You had a backup machete strapped to your back and that was what helped you get outside but it had been knocked out of your hands during a melee with the two vampires who were chasing you. It would have meant your immediate death had you dived for it or tried to retrieve it in any way. So that got left behind, too. 

“Fuck,” you hissed, glancing behind you and seeing how much the vamps were gaining behind you. Troy better pray they killed you because he was going to wish they had if you made it. 

You reached the tree line and ran in the direction of your car, ignoring the growls behind you. If you could just get to the car, you could dive inside, start it up, and run their asses over, not to mention turn on lights you had custom built into the car for situations such as these. The light wouldn’t actually hurt them but they’d be enough of a deterrent so you could get your ass out of there.

However, your plan was foiled when one of the vamps dove for you and knocked you down to the ground. You grunted as you tried to get back up but it was too late; the vamp quickly turned you around, showed you his teeth, and ducked down to bite you. As he lowered, the last thought you had was that you were going to haunt Troy for this, possibly go all poltergeist on his ass, the stupid son of a bitch.

Before you could think anything else, the vampire’s head suddenly went missing and a bloody stump was in its place. The body went slack and you quickly pushed it off of you. What the hell? You glanced up and saw a man standing above you in a dark coat holding a bloody machete. His hood was up so you couldn’t make out his face but that didn’t matter because suddenly the second vampire was upon you both. It saw its dead companion and immediately rushed you. You quickly crawled backwards on your hands, not able to do much to defend yourself without some sort of weapon, when the man stepped forward in front of you to meet it head on. It wasn’t long before he got the better of the vampire and it went the same way its buddy had. You heard the soft thud of the head hitting the ground and you let out a breath of relief. You didn’t know who this stranger was but you were grateful. Though he only bought you a little more time; guaranteed, the rest of the nest was going to be after you once it got dark. While you had prepped yourself to go into the nest, you knew there was no way that one of them hadn’t caught your scent. And if they did, you were still screwed.

3) Dean Winchester x Bella Swan (One Shot)

He takes a breath and then proceeds over to where she’s sitting. He shakes his head when he notices a drink in front of her. “I’d offer to buy you a drink but it seems like you’ve already got one.”

She turns to look at him. “Then I’ll buy you one,” she says. She signals to the bartender and orders a double of the whiskey Dean prefers to drink on nights like these. 

He takes a seat and turns towards her. When his drink arrives, she holds her glass out expectantly and he clinks his to hers before taking a hearty sip. He feels the familiar burn as it travels down his throat, settling in the pit of his stomach. 

“How did your case go?” She asks.

“Wrapped it up about two hours ago so pretty damn good.” He places his glass back down on the counter before glancing over at her. “What are you doing in this neck of the woods?”

A mischievous gleam appears in her eyes at his choice of words. "Just passing through."

4) Jason Teague x Female!Reader (Prompt Response)

You stood sentry near the end of the staircase at The Talon, staring up at the closed door to Lana Lang’s apartment. From your corner of the room, you just watched Jason and Lana running upstairs with big goofy smiles on their faces and then Lana teasing him with an almost kiss. It made you want to gag. 

You fully expected that he would be up there for a while based on that puke-inducing display and you figured a latte wouldn’t hurt while you waited. But before you could turn away, Jason had emerged from the door, his face severe and troubled. You crossed your arms and waited. He caught sight of you mid-way down the stairs and his expression darkened considerably more.

He stopped two steps above you. “What do you want?” He snapped.

You arched a brow up at him. “What every girl wants. A romantic moment like you just had a few minutes ago right here in front of everyone.” You gestured to the crowd behind you that couldn’t care less what you were talking about. A smirk formed on your face when you turned back to him.

His jaw clenched. “So you’re still spying on me?”

“More like selective reconnaissance but hey, tomato, toh-mato.”

Jason snorted and glanced around the room quickly before moving down a step and fixing you with a glare. “I’ve got this handled. So you can run back to your masters like the little bitch you are and let them know that your selective reconnaissance is no longer needed.” His green eyes were darker than normal; he meant business. Too bad so did you.

You held a hand to your heart and gave him a mock look of hurt. “Ouch. That hurt. And to think, I used to let you take my clothes off and take full advantage of me anytime Mommy frustrated you.” 

The look he gave you should have immediately put you six feet under. The one you gave him back should have made his head immediately explode.

5) Dean Winchester x Female!Reader (Prompt Response)

You glanced over at Dean in the passenger seat, noticing his jaw was clenched. 

“What’s the matter, Dean?”

He kept his eyes on the road. “Nothing,” he muttered.

You checked in the backseat, noting Sam was watching you. He shrugged and you gave him a reassuring smile followed by a wink before you slid on the seat towards Dean. “It’s obviously not nothing,” you murmured. You leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing,” he repeated. “I’m just…tired, I guess. Long drive.”

You rested your chin on his shoulder. “You want me to drive? I don’t mind.”

He smiled over at you. “No, sweetheart. I’ve got it. Thanks, though.” He quickly pecked your lips and turned back to the road.

“I know.” You bent forward to grab his box of cassette tapes from under your seat. You immediately felt a hand on the small of your back. 

“Sweetheart, you make me nervous when you do that. Can you please sit up and put your seatbelt back on?”

You could hear the worry in Dean’s voice. “I will in a second, promise. Almost got it.” You almost had it fully out when Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist and began to pull you back towards him. The movement actually ended up helping you and you sat up, grinning. “Got it,” you crowed. You sat back against him, his arm still pinning you there. “Now, what do you want to listen to?” You began sorting through the tapes.

“I’m good with whatever you choose,” he murmured. 

You smiled up at him and kissed him before picking a tape and sticking it into the tape deck. When the sounds of Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” filled the car, Dean chuckled in your ear. “Hell yeah. That’s my girl.”

You smirked and pressed another kiss to his jaw line, noting that he seemed a little more relaxed than earlier. You were happy to see it. You knew this would do the trick. You may or may not have given a lap dance to Dean to this song in the past. 

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, he leaned in and whispered to you, “Can I get a repeat performance later tonight, d’ya think?”

You whispered back to him, “If you’re a good boy for the rest of the day, I don’t see why not.”

He shook his head, chuckling, and quickly kissed you again before turning back to the road. You felt his hand discreetly move to your thigh and squeeze, and then he pulled away. “I hate for you to go anywhere but, sweetheart, please put your seatbelt back on. I’m holding you to that promise you made later and I can’t do that if you get hurt.”

You tapped a finger to your chin once you were back in your seat, buckled in. “Did I make a promise? I don’t think I did.”

Dean smirked over at you. “Yeah, you did. It was implied.”

6) Jon Snow x Female!Reader (Prompt Response)

You made a swift right turn, nodding at two harried guards as you did. They were busy trying to direct the sudden traffic of servants for Northern lords that they had no time to notice you which suited you just fine. As the men’s frustrated words faded behind you, you smiled a little to yourself, noting that this hallway was thankfully not as crowded as the rest seemed to be. You were glad that you had taken a different route to the kitchens than the direct one from the Great Hall. You hadn’t needed to push your way through the large crowd in the room and you would actually reach your destination unscathed.

That is, if someone hadn’t suddenly grabbed you, slipped a hand over your mouth to prevent your scream from being heard, and yanked you into a hidden alcove. You prepared yourself to fight whoever it was until you came face to face with a familiar pair of brown eyes, a scar trailing down a cheek from underneath the left one — a scar you had traced gently more than once with your fingers. You let out a breath of relief against the skin of his calloused hand and relaxed slightly until you remembered that you were angry with him.

“It’s only me,” Jon whispered reassuringly as he released you. “I didn't mean to frighten you, my lady. I only wanted a moment to speak with you alone.” He carefully lifted his hand to your cheek, stroking your skin softly, his eyes intent on your face, giving you a hint of a tentative smile.

“Apologies, my lord, but you must have mistaken me for the dragon queen,” you snapped, keeping your expression as cold as ice. You could see that wounded him but you had also been wounded. Like Sansa, you hadn’t failed to see the familiarity between Jon and the Targaryen woman when they arrived and you had heard the rumors of a tryst happening on their sea voyage here. At the time, you had just considered them rumors but after seeing how the dragon queen looked at Jon, you knew them to be true. You felt pain in your heart and a constricting of your throat, refusing to gaze upon the couple unless required. “Shall I send word to her councilors to ensure that she makes her way down this hall to be accosted by you and dragged into this alcove so you may have a moment alone to speak with her without the eyes of the North upon you?” 

Jon heaved a sigh, his smile now gone, and he lowered his hand. “Not you, too.”

7) Dean Winchester x Angel!Reader (One Shot/Reader Request)

“Well, I didn’t think you had it in you.” 

“I’m your huckleberry.”

As Doc Holliday lifted his head to reveal his identity, you frowned. “I don’t understand that phrase, Dean.” It was always something that had puzzled you. Granted, you hadn’t spent much time down here during the Wild West era, but you had never heard anyone going around uttering this phrase, especially in this context. Perhaps it was a pop culture thing of the times.

Dean paused the movie and turned to look at you. “What?”

“‘I’m your huckleberry.’ What does a small fruit have to do with the coming gun battle?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sam turn his head away from you both, trying to smother a smile. Dean appeared unsure of how to answer you.

“Well, I think it just means something like ‘I’m your guy.’”

“Then why doesn’t he say that?”

“Say what?”

“I’m your guy? Instead of saying ‘I’m your huckleberry’ then why doesn’t he say what he means?”

Dean exchanged a look with Sam before turning back to you. “I don’t really know, Y/N/N. Perhaps the line wouldn’t have been as legendary in pop culture.” You noticed Sam rolling his eyes and then you saw a salacious smirk start to spread across Dean’s face. “You know, if you’re having trouble understanding the movie, why don’t you come over here and sit with me? I’ll answer any questions you have.” Sam was frowning at his brother now.

You glanced at the recliner Dean was in. “The seat you're in appears to be designed to only hold one occupant at a time.”

Sam snickered and Dean shot him a glare before glancing back at you. “I know that, Y/N/N. Just like this,” He gestured towards his lap. “Is only made for one person at a time. Well, mostly. But it’s open so how about it?” He patted the space invitingly, giving you that smirk once more. 

“Dean,” Sam warned.

“Shut up, Sammy. So, Y/N/N, you gonna come sit with me or what?”

Your brows furrowed, still unsure of how you both would fit in that chair comfortably, but Dean seemed determined for you to join him. You got to your feet and slowly made your way over. You weren’t exactly sure how a change in seating arrangements would shed more light on the odd phrases chosen for the characters to say in this film but it was something Dean seemed to think would help.

8) Dean Winchester x Female!Reader (Prompt Response - sequel to the "Sleep" prompt)

You finished filling the dishwasher and were just about to start it up when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs behind you. You turned and gave Sam a smile. “Did he go down easy?”

Sam gave you a small smile in return though it looked more like a tight grimace. “Yeah. One reading of Goodnight Moon and he was out like a light. Playing at the park today must have really tired him out.”

“I’m sure. Thanks for doing that.”

He gave you an awkward nod and took a seat at the kitchen table, opening up his laptop. 

You bit at your lip, not really wanting to bring this up but you also knew you couldn’t take much more of this tension between you. “Listen, Sam, about last night…”

“We don’t have to talk about it. It’s fine,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand, giving you that tight smile again before looking at the screen.

You watched as he began scanning the news for any new cases, something he did weekly just to keep on the ball. If he found anything, he never actually took the cases himself. Instead, he called Jody or Donna, sometimes Claire, to let them know what he’d found and that maybe they could check out.

You both had retired from hunting right before your son was born, having both agreed that your child deserved a life free of monsters and worrying about whether Mommy or Daddy would come home that night. But it was still in both of you, in your very blood, and Sam figured he could still fight the good fight from your kitchen a few nights a month. You really wanted him to drop it altogether, something he promised he would when your son got a little older, but you also understood that it was important to him. So you tried to back off, cut him some slack, and just hoped that one day the lore books he’d taken could return to the Bunker. Before your son was old enough to start combing through texts of demon rituals.

You pressed your lips together and rested back against the counter. “I think we do need to talk about it.”

9) Soldier Boy x Female!Reader (Prompt Response - sort of sequel to "Sleep" prompt) - @deans-spinster-witch this is a tiny piece of what I was telling you about ;)

Ben quietly slipped into the bathroom, undressed, and snuck into the shower behind you. You were rubbing suds-covered hands all over the front of your body. 

While you cleaned the front, Ben’s eyes roamed over the back. He was already predictably hard, just seeing you naked. You had the perfect ass and even though you still had some baby weight that you were trying to lose, in his eyes, you were fucking gorgeous. You had mournfully admitted a couple of weeks ago that your stomach was soft and you were embarrassed by the visible stretch marks and your wider hips, not to mention the few pounds sticking around. Your breasts were bigger (something he didn’t see as a problem), and you were feeling a bit insecure about your new shape. He loved the new you, which he made sure to tell you over and over as he fucked you that night. You were the mother of his kid, you’d given birth to her, nourished her from your body, and you could give him even more. It endlessly fascinated him that his seed took root in you and a healthy child grew from it, one that was half you and half him. He’d literally fucked a baby into you and every time he saw you like this, he wanted to do it again (though you’d told him your body needed at least a year or two to recuperate). You looked so fucking gorgeous carrying his kid and now, you were even more beautiful if that was possible. It was a beauty he saw when you breastfed his daughter, when you smiled down at her, talked to her, and rocked her to sleep. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t want you, on your back (or your hands and knees, he wasn’t picky), taking load after load of his until he knocked you up once more. 

So he had been dumbfounded and almost incredulous when you nervously admitted all of this to him, implying that maybe he didn’t find you attractive anymore and maybe he’d prefer a flat-stomached, tighter, younger, free-to-bang-all-day woman instead. That or some old lady he wanted to get his groove on with. He’d fucked that notion right out of your head, both of them.

But now as he stepped toward you, not only was he incredibly turned on by you and how beautiful he still thought you were, but he also realized right then, just like he had many times before this moment, you were the only one he wanted. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your wet shoulder.

You let out a small gasp in surprise. “Where is she?”

“They've got her.” 

“Well, I’m not doing anything with you in this shower so you might as well get out,” you snapped and attempted to wriggle out of his embrace. When you couldn’t, you huffed out an aggravated breath and went back to rubbing soap over your skin. 

He nosed your wet hair out of the way to get closer to your ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never should’ve said that shit.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you muttered, gliding soap down your arms.

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10) Anael x Female!Reader (One Shot)

You slipped your mask off and tossed it into the backseat. You then held the wheel with your knees as you struggled to get the voice modulator off and sent it the same way of the mask. Ana watched all of this impatiently. 

“I still don’t understand why you had to use a Halloween mask of all things,” she sniffed. “And changing your voice was a bit of a stretch, wouldn’t you say?”

You rolled your eyes as you slipped on a baseball cap, sunglasses, and then took control of the wheel again. “I told you, they couldn’t know it was me. Besides, I committed the unholy trinity of Dean Winchester.”

She shot you a look of disbelief. “The unholy what?”

You made a quick left turn to head straight out of town. The more distance you put between you and the Winchesters, the better. “I shot Sam, I threatened the angel, and I left Dean tied up,” you listed. “The unholy trinity. The three reasons Dean will never stop looking for us, especially now that he knows what you look like. Which is exactly why I told you that you should switch vessels if you can, especially if you plan to stay in the States, still doing your faith services.”

Ana scoffed. “Absolutely not. This is my vessel and I got it fair and square. I healed her husband and she gave herself over to me. Not to mention, I have a brand as Sister Jo. I can’t just change that up on the fly. It wouldn’t be good for business.”

You heaved a sigh. “Ana, we’ve talked about this. The Winchesters aren’t going to let this go and based on what you told me about their angel, it doesn’t sound like he will either.”

“I have a dedicated customer base!” 

“That you won’t be able to continue having if you’re dead.” You gave her a meaningful look and she huffed slightly, turning to stare back out over the road.

A/N: I have other stuff I'm also working on, but I figured 10 previews was enough for this post lol. Hope you guys will like them when they're fully posted!

[gerard-ways-gremlin]

✮anything, anything for you.✮

bill x fem!reader

✮•°☆A suggested song for the fic from me☆°•✮

H/l - hair length, H/C - hair color)

You, Tom, and Bill were in school. except Bill wasn't there. It had been a bit and you and the twins were supposed to be skipping your 6th period, bill had to go to the bathroom at the beginning of you guys skipping, it's already been half of the period and he hasn't come out. you were starting to get worried, and so was Tom. He just knew something was wrong.

Suddenly Bill came back, but he was walking slow.. wait, was he limping? He looked tired and like he just got beaten up. you and Tom instantly ran over to him to help

As soon as you were able to, you patted him almost everywhere for any more injuries. He winced a few times at certain spots.

After you were done checking, you hugged him, but not for long as you were already tying up your H/l H/C hair

"Who." You asked Bill

"What..?" He asked, his voice sounding like he had been crying

"Who did it." You asked, finishing tying up your hair

"I don't know... it was a guy with uh... mid length blonde hair, and green eyes, I think.." he said, sounding kind of confused

"Got it, I'll be right back, Tom make sure he's okay. And don't follow me." You said sternly, Tom nodded, and you started walking off to the boys' bathroom

Once you were there, you saw the guy with a matching description leaning on the wall outside of the bathroom he was much bigger than you thought, but you weren't scared and walked right up to him

"What do you want, little girl?" The guy said

"What did you do to bill?"

"Who?" He asked

"Bill, Bill kaulitz, he has black hair with streaks in it." You said sounding annoyed

"Oh that little fag? I beat him up. Why? What are you gonna do about it?" He said with a shit eating grin on his face

You got real mad real fast but held together for just a second.

"I'm going to fight you." You said, trying to sound calm

"Huh, you a tiny little girl, you're going to fight me?"

"Yes. I am."

He laughed. "Just try it."

Before he could say anything, you punched him in the stomach

He groaned, doubling over, then looked up

"what the fuck" He exclaimed angerly, his voice

"You said 'try it', i tried it. guess it worked." You said, a smirk on your face

"You little bitch-" He exclaimed, then started running toward you, about to try and knock you down

You move at just the right time for him to run past you and hit the wall behind you.

He got up and ran back before you could even react. You fell over because of him but flipped him to where you were on top of him, then started punching him over and over again.

Once you felt like you've done enough, you got up and started to walk away.

You eventually walked back to Bill, and you ran to hug him

Of course, he hugged back.

now, instead of you checking if he was okay, he was checking on you.

You didn't have a cut or bruise in sight, and you just hugged him again after

"Y/N, are you okay? Why did you go after him?" Bill asked, sounding kind of concerned

"I wanted to hurt him for hurting you" you said softly, but confidently.

"Oh mein gott Y/N, you didn't have to do that! Are you okay? Why would you even do that for me?!"

"Bill, I need you to understand this, I will do anything, anything for you." You said then hugged him again.

"Simp." You heard tom say, a smirk on his face, his tone teasing

"Oh shut up." you mumbled, still hugging Bill

✮hey guys!! I hoped you liked this cheesy ass fic, i really didn't want to use the F-slur, but i wanted the guy to be a dick, and most tokio hotel haters call him that so dont think i ment it! Have a good day/night/evening/afternoon/morning!! Bye hoped you enjoyed it!!✮

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

Summary: When a deal goes south, Tess does the one thing she hates more than anything else—accepts someone’s help.

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: Another chapter that doesn’t actually have Joel, language, canon-typical violence with guns, explosives, and blood, trading of pills, mentions of stitches, implied tess/joel 

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November 2012

It was hard to be optimistic as a smuggler; in fact, Tess would go as far as to say it was nearly impossible. Ninety percent of her job was anticipating problems and preparing for the worst case scenario. What if the deal went south? What if the payment was short? What if the goods were a bust? What if the customer was a rat? 

When you trained yourself to look for the worst in people, it was hard to hope for the best. 

Tess leaned against the brick wall of the alley and checked her watch. She’d give the guy two more minutes, and then she was out of here. Plenty of people were willing to pay for pills, people who were eager enough to show up early so they didn’t waste her time. The only reason she was settling for this meet was because she needed the ration cards sooner rather than later. Tess was wearing three button-down shirts—two of hers and one of Joel’s—but the cold front in Boston was still kicking her ass. 

She was about to call it a day when a shadow eclipsed the entrance of the alley. The man wasn’t a soldier, but he was burly enough to be one. Tess noted the red flag and then tucked it away. He’d probably built the muscle by hauling bodies and construction materials. Judging by the way he flinched at the sound of his own boots scuffing the pavement, he wasn’t the type to start an altercation…probably. 

“I should have left,” she told him coldly as he approached. 

“I know, I know,” the man mumbled. “Sorry. Here—” 

He reached into his pocket, making Tess tense up. He didn’t look like he would start anything, but you could never be sure, especially with first-timers. It was always risky meeting with new customers, but Tess was willing to bet this guy hadn’t bought from anyone else before either. 

“Here,” he repeated, handing over a stack of papers. “Is this enough?” 

Tess reached for them automatically; it didn’t click how few there were until she’d closed her hands around them. She blinked at him, too shocked even to be incredulous. 

“You’re joking, right?” 

Evidently, he was not joking. He looked at her quizzically, and Tess was suddenly so furious that she had to laugh. 

“Buddy, I wouldn’t let you lick the fucking bag for this much.” 

“But—” 

“Let me tell you how this goes,” she cut him off, pointing between them. “This? Isn’t a buy. It’s a consultation. You tell me what, I tell you how much, then you get me that much—and it’s a hell of a lot more than this.” 

“Fine,” the man replied irritably, “how much?” 

“Eighty.” 

“Eigh—eighty?” The man blustered, looking up and down the alley. “You’re out of your damn mind!” 

“You are if you think you’re paying any less. They’re pills, not bottlecaps.” 

“No, no, no—Maria—Maria said it was like twenty.” 

“Well Maria’s a fucking liar. Eighty or I walk.” 

The man shook his head furiously, but didn’t outright deny her. He ran a filthy thumb over his lower lip and sighed. “I need them now. It’s gonna take ages to save up that much.” 

“Well then, I guess you better learn the value of time.” Tess plucked five rations from the stack and held it up for him to see. “This is for wasting mine.” 

She shoved the rest of the cards into his chest and stormed down the alley. Her hand hovered just outside her pocket as she listened to the man scrambling after her. 

“Hey, you can’t do that! This is—we had an agreement!” 

“No. We were making an agreement. I’m saying no.” 

“You don’t understand! I need those pills! I fucking—”

Tess whirled around and, in a fraction of a second, had her knife pressed to his throat. The man’s breath stuttered as he froze, and Tess trying to ignore the sick thrill she felt in her stomach. 

“I don’t give a shit what you need,” she hissed, taking a step closer to him. “Everybody needs something. You need pills. I need a jacket. I need the last twenty minutes of my life back that I spent waiting for your ungrateful ass to—” 

BANG. 

Tess dropped to the ground at the sound of the first gunshot. Her companion swore loudly and ducked, trying and failing to make himself as small as possible. It took a few seconds for them to realize they weren’t targets; the gunfire was out on the main street, yells and screams getting louder as FEDRA or the Fireflies or whoever the fuck it was continued their attack. Tess relaxed, but stayed down. She still had time to get out before things got too nasty. If she back out the other end of the alley, cut through the old hair salon— 

The explosion cut off her train of thought. It nearly cut off her arm too. Tess bit back a scream as a chunk of brick collided with her shoulder and knocked her flat on her back. Between her skull slamming against the pavement and the pile of debris raining down on her, she wasn’t conscious of anything but pain. She was certainly warmer now, but that had less to do with the weather and more to do with the blood that was slowly saturating her three shirts. 

Air rushed into her chest when the bricks disappeared. Tess tried to blink the world into focus, peeking around the black dots that were clouding her vision. She was pleasantly surprised when she realized her would-be customer was trying to clear the wreckage—less so when he started patting her down. 

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Tess wheezed. “I didn’t bring the pills, you stupid fuck.” 

The man faltered, but checked the rest of her pockets just to be sure. Tess expected him to drop her and make a run for it, but he surprised her again by pulling her arm over his shoulder and hauling her to her feet. Her instincts kicked in as she tried to fight back. 

“Hey—don’t! Don’t fucking touch me you goddamn—” 

“Relax,” he snapped at her. “We all need something. I need pills, and you need a damn doctor.” 

A bolt of fear shot through Tess’s stomach. 

“I—I’m not going to medical,” she said through gritted teeth, as if she had any choice in the matter. “A FEDRA doctor’s just gonna think—” 

“Yeah, I’m not stupid. I’m not getting thrown in lockup for being a fuckin’ Firefly. We’re not going to a clinic.” 

That didn’t leave a lot of options, but Tess was already too weak to argue. She’d lost enough blood that her head was spinning, their escape from the skirmish a total blur. She tried to keep track of the different streets and turns they took, but in this part of the city, everything looked the same: dirty, faded, and broken. 

She and her companion were both panting by the time they reached their destination. He hauled Tess into a shitty apartment building, up three flights of stairs and, since his hands were occupied, kicked one of the doors by way of knocking. 

“Hey!” a voice shouted from inside. “Jesus, I’m coming. Don’t—oh, shit…” 

Tess couldn’t find the strength to lift her head, but judging by the woman’s tone, she could tell she was in rough shape. 

“I’m sorry,” the man apologized breathlessly. “There was an attack and—” 

“Get in, get in, go—” 

The woman ushered them inside and slammed the door behind them. Tess was dropped gracelessly on a couch and promptly keeled over onto her side, fighting to stay conscious. She could hear the man explaining the situation, the woman scrambling around for supplies, but most of the conversation was lost on her. Without the dusty air and sound of gunfire, Tess could only focus on her shoulder, a searing hot pain radiating down her arm until she felt like she was going numb. 

A hand pulled on the fabric of her shirt, making Tess recoil and lash out again. She landed a kick on the man’s side, but the woman holding her down barely flinched. 

“I know,” she said in a steady voice, “but I’ve gotta stop the bleeding. This is gonna hurt.” 

Tess had a fleeting thought to snap that she was already hurt, but a rag was stuffed into her mouth before she could manage it. She gagged on her protest and, a moment later, bit down a scream as the woman pressed down on her shoulder. 

On second thought, fuck being conscious. 

Under normal circumstances, Tess wouldn’t be foolish enough to pass out in a strange place in front of strangers, especially when she was already so vulnerable—but she was far from normal circumstances. She faded in and out as her layers of flannel were stripped away, as her wound was stitched closed, as alcohol stung across her skin and bandages wound around her limbs. By the time she blinked herself into full consciousness again, it was dark outside. 

“Motherfucker…” 

Tess tried to sit up, but a sharp pain down her arm rendered her flat. She flopped back on the cushions and banged her head on the arm of the couch, only causing her a second groan. 

“Sorry, I didn’t have anything for the pain.” 

This time, Tess was able to get a better look at her host. She was sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room, one watchful eye on Tess and the other on the book in her lap. Her hair was cropped short to keep it out of her face, which made her look young—younger than she probably was, if Tess had to guess. All her panic from earlier had faded, leaving her cool and collected; Tess had to hope that was a good sign for her chances. 

“No pain meds?” Tess scoffed feebly. “What kinda doctor are you?” 

“The kind that’s actually a seamstress.” 

The woman closed her book and got up from her chair, crossing the room with a glass of water. She had to help Tess tip her head to take a sip; Tess wished it made her feel less pathetic. She wanted to get up and push through it, but her arm was secured in a sling, which didn’t give her a lot of leverage. Her eyes were working overtime to compensate, scanning the environment for threats and escape routes. 

“Where’s your friend?” Tess asked when she noticed the absence in the room. 

“I told Adam to go home. He was just getting in the way, and he wouldn’t shut up about his damn pills.” 

“Son of a bitch…” 

“Yeah,” the woman said with a wry smile. “I’d avoid him here out, if I were you. He’s probably gonna expect a discount.” She offered Tess her hand. Tess’s instincts told her not to take it, but the sling binding her arm said otherwise; reluctantly, she accepted the help. The woman eased Tess up into a sitting position and, once she was sure she’d remain upright, retreated into the kitchen. She returned a minute later with two chipped mugs, one of which she left on the table for Tess. It took a moment to identify the swirling, amber liquid, but Tess decided it must’ve been broth rather than tea. The smell was enough to make her stomach growl, but she restrained herself, choosing to narrow her eyes at her host instead. 

“What about you?” Tess asked in suspicion. 

“What about me?” the woman echoed, returning to her book. 

“What are you gonna expect from me?” 

The woman’s eyes flicked up to meet Tess’s gaze. She considered her for a moment, then returned to her reading. “Discretion, if you don’t mind. I help out where I can, but I’m not looking to become the neighborhood physician.” 

“Discretion. That’s it?” 

“Yup.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“Okay.” 

“Look, just cut the crap, would you? You helped me, thanks, I appreciate it, but your buddy was pretty much frisking my dead body for pills a couple hours ago, so I’m not buying the Good Samaritan act. I don’t like debt, so just tell me what you want and let’s get it over with.” 

Tess huffed, trying to hide the way her tirade had winded her. The other woman sat there and continued to watch her, eyebrows raised ever so slightly. She almost seemed amused when she asked, “Are you done?” 

Tess felt her face go red. She was livid, embarrassed, exhausted—all things the woman ignored as she placed her book aside and folded her hands. 

“First off, Adam’s not my friend,” she began calmly. “He’s a customer to me the same way he’s a customer to you. Second, you didn’t ask for my help any more than you asked to get blown up, and it doesn’t seem like you’re asking for anything now. You’re not asking me, so I’m not asking you. As soon as you feel up to it, you can walk out that door and move on with your life. I’d suggest visiting a real clinic in a day or two for some antibiotics, but that’s up to you.” 

The woman held up her hands in surrender, got up from her chair, and left Tess to think on that. 

It was hard to decide which was more infuriating: the woman’s insinuation that Tess was overreacting, or the fact that Tess almost agreed with her. She’d spent the morning getting ripped off, shot at, and blown up, and somehow she felt bad for snapping. How fucked up was that? 

Tess allowed herself a few minutes to drink her soup, doing a self-inventory in her head. She hadn’t brought much to the meet, so there wasn’t a lot to lose: her stack of ration cards, her flashlight, her watch, the handkerchief in her back pocket. Currently, she was sitting in her undershirt, but all three of her button-downs were folded neatly on the coffee table. All of them were shredded and stained, but someone had gone through the trouble of patching the holes; maybe the doctor really was a seamstress. 

The only thing missing was Tess’s knife. It was probably laying in the demolished alley or tucked away in “Adam’s” pocket, but there wasn’t anything she could do about that. There wasn’t much to do about the pain, either, but the woman had managed to stop the bleeding, and the sling was tight enough that Tess hadn’t jostled her stitches; she’d still need to get her hands on some real medical supplies. That would be a simple trade with FEDRA, though. There were still some sleeping pills from their last deal, or she could send Joel out for— 

Fuck, Joel. 

She’d been gone for hours—hours longer than she should’ve been. Joel had probably interrogated half the QZ by now; hopefully some of them still had their limbs. 

Tess listened closely to make sure the woman was on the other side of the apartment, then grabbed her flashlight. Unscrewing the end, she slid out two batteries and a small baggie of painkillers. A dummy flashlight wasn’t the best place to hide them, but at least that idiot Adam hadn’t found them. 

She threw back two pills with some water, then started to collect her things. It was a short process made even shorter by the sling. Tess looked from her bound arm to her folded shirts to the apartment window, where cold rain pattered against the glass. She just couldn’t catch a fucking break. If she’d been cold before… 

“Here.” As if on cue, the woman reentered the living room, this time carrying a large blanket. “I don’t have a jacket, but this should—” 

“No,” Tess said at once. “I don’t need—” 

“Stitches don’t help if you catch your death out there. If you feel that bad about it, bring it back.” 

Her tone wasn’t commanding—not in the way Tess usually barked orders at Joel or bullied customers. It was simply matter of fact. Despite Tess’s reservations, she couldn’t find room to argue. So when the woman held the blanket out to her again, she took it and wrapped it around her shoulders. 

 “Fine.” Tess tossed the bag of pills, which the woman caught with the tips of her fingers. “For your next sewing project.” 

The woman opened her mouth to argue, but Tess had her own way of controlling people. One fierce look ended the conversation before it started. 

 “Okay,” the woman gave in, tucking the pills away. “Well…thanks.” 

“Yeah. You too.” 

It was as close as Tess could get to gratitude. She didn’t like being on the lesser end of the power dynamic and, no matter how neutral the situation seemed now, Tess was acutely aware that the other woman held all the cards. 

She tried not to think about that as she burrowed into the thick blanket on her walk home. She tried not to think about that when Joel accosted her at the door, insistently checking her stitches to assure himself she’d be alright. She tried not to think about it as she laid in bed that night and stared at the ceiling. Even then, there was a nagging thought in the back of her mind, like a pebble in her shoe that wouldn’t let her rest easy. 

Whoever that woman was, Tess owed her.

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It was just Radio Bam

Brandon Dicamillo x reader

A/n: oh man I’m rubbing my hands together like a loser I love this idea sooo much I’m head over heels in love with him…. Also a little angst. Also ft. Johnny

Hearing the honk outside your apartment was weird at first, but then when you looked outside and seen the car Johnny had driven for his small stay at West Chester that was really one of his friend’s car’s that he let him borrow. You ran outside and slid into the passenger seat, and soon as you got in he crossed his arms and gave you a stare, which met you were seriously in trouble. 

“Don’t tell me it’s true…. Please tell me you didn’t…” he put his head in his hands just shaking his head, obviously tired of your shenanigans. 

“I’m not sure I know what you’re referring to,” you told him crossing your legs and not looking his way. 

“Don’t bullshit me. You really confessed your love to him on radio bam. Come on I thought you were better than that.”

“What can I say. I know it was a bad idea. He hasn’t talked to me in three days… three days, man. That’s a big deal with dico, that dude really has nothing going on. He just plays video games all day, I’m worried he’s ignoring me,” you sighed, clearly worried about where you stood with him.

Knox’s whole attitude changed, he just wrapped you in a hug, rubbing your back, “we’ll get him back. promise. As your best friend I owe you that much.”

You raised an eyebrow “and who said you were my best friend dumbass, nice try,” you pushed him, not seriously and definitely not hard. 

You two were just laughing in the car together, not believing Knoxville actually had it in him to assume he was your best friend, not that he was wrong about that but you weren’t going to tell him that. You hardly seen him because he was always busy, you were going to make this time count, even if it was trying to get the guy you had a crush on to forgive you for the little stunt you pulled.

Both of you were at Bam’s house, you grumbling because you had to be near that asshat again and Knox was saying hi to April and the rest of the guys, he was in a better mood than you were. But he also didn’t deeply hate bam and want to fight him every second he was around him. You were hoping dico was going to show up, because you were all a close group of friends and always around each other, not missing it for the world. But he wasn’t there and he didn’t show up. 

You just left, sneaking out by using going to the bathroom as an excuse. You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t believe you could be this stupid, but here you are, in the pouring rain and with no umbrella or jacket of any kind. 

“Hey stranger,” in front of you was the person you had been waiting to see for days, Brandon Dicamillo, and he had a fucking umbrella. 

You didn’t think you ran faster in your entire life, not because you were getting wet, which you hated anyways, rain sucked, but no it was because of the handsome man in front of you. Who was chuckling loudly at you running, he always said you looked ridiculous doing it. You instantly fell into his warm and dry arms like clockwork. You could instantly smell the scent of cherries on him, that was just dico, he smelled sweet and inviting and good.

“I’m really sorry for saying I liked you on a radio station… it wasn’t the best choice and I know I should of told you. Maybe you’re right, maybe I am ridiculous,” you explained, waving your hands around and clutching him tighter, hoping he wouldn’t leave again.

“Wow never did I think I’d ever hear you admit you’re ridiculous… first time for everything,” was all he said as his lips pressed up against yours, still laughing his ass off at you while you were still kinda soaking wet, and he was a little wet also because the rain rubbed off on him when he held you close.

As the rain continued to pour, you got into Dico’s red truck, where it was warm and he turned on the heat. He explained he was shocked you just admitted all that shit about him on the fucking radio without telling him first. He needed time to think about what had occurred and he said he didn’t mean to ignore you. He held your hand as he stopped the car, smiling softly, and the sound of Beethoven floated into your ears as he kissed you passionately.