#...what fuckin games do i tag for this asshole

[fake-fire-emblem-takes]

Is it just me or was anyone super happy to see the cutscene where Nyna kicked Camus/Zeke/Kevin/wtf name he has in the dick and then she and Tatiana made out over his dead body (yes she kicked him so hard he died)

rip to that guy he would've loved transitioning

[jam-packed]

been very into borderlands lately

how do i make this abt motogp..........

[batsandbirdbrains]

Silly little sort of crack idea for the Justice League who still don’t know who Batman is behind the mask. Like they know nothing about him. A lot of them think he’s a Creature of some sort. They certainly don’t know anything about Dick/Robin, either. But he keeps leaving meetings early or abruptly or just straight up not showing up because, “I have more important obligations.”

So they spy on him. It’s the obvious solution. Because what if he’s really a villain of some sort? Gotham is crazy, they wouldn’t put it past someone from Gotham to pretend to be a hero for some crazy, convoluted plan.

And what they find shocks all of them. Because maybe they snuck a bug on Batman, and it only picks up audio. Batman had just left a meeting early. Again. With no real explanation as to why.

First, they hear mostly static. The sound of since rustling as he moves. Then actual bat noises start echoing, and Barry is convinced that Batman just turned into a bunch of bats.

But then they hear a a tiny little voice shouting, “B! We’re gonna be late!” followed by the sound of something colliding with Batman.

And then Batman chuckles. It scares the crap out of all of them. They didn’t think Batman could have emotions outside of anger and annoyance.

“I know, chum, I’m sorry.”

“You said your dumb meetings were only supposed to be two hours!”

“They are,” Batman huffs. “Flash likes to chitchat.”

Barry scoffs. What’s wrong with chit chatting!

“We’re gonna be late!” the child’s voice whines. “I don’t wanna get in trouble!”

“Alright, alright,” Batman laughs. “We’re leaving now, let’s go. Do you have all your gear together?”

“It’s already in the car!” the child huffs. “Let’s go!”

The noise that follows is muffled, and they can tell that Batman has changed out of his gear and they’re now in a car, driving in the road. The radio is playing, and it’s causing some static in the feed.

“And you promise you won’t yell this time?” the boy’s voice whines.

“So long as they don’t make any shit calls this time,” Batman scoffs.

“Language, sir,” another voice says, and they hear the child giggling.

Hal asks the others if Batman has a henchman. They all shush him so they can keep listening.

The noise that follows soon after is full of other people talking, shouting, and loudspeaker announcements. Everything is muffled together, it’s hard to make out what exactly is being said. But one thing becomes very clear.

Batman is coaching a little league game.

And he’s getting very heated about it.

“YOU CALL THAT A STRIKE?”

“HE WAS SAFE! THAT WASN’T AN OUT! NO, NO, THIS INNING IS NOT OVER.”

“OH COME ON, HE TAGGED HIM! THAT KID’S OUT!”

“GET YOUR FUCKIN’ EYES CHECKED, BLUE!”

They hear Batman get ejected. From a little league game. They hear grumbling to himself as he watches from the car in the parking lot.

Then they hear the same little boy whining and complaining when the door opens again an hour later and he slumps into the car.

“You promised you wouldn’t yell!”

“I wouldn’t have had to yell if the umpires opened their damn eyes!”

“Language like that is what got you thrown out of the game, sir. Again.”

“It’s only happened twice!”

“It’s only the fifth game of the season!” the little boy whines. “And you promised me ice cream if we won.”

“Did you win?”

“Duh,” the boy scoffs. “9 to 3!”

“Attaboy,” Batman says, and he sounds so proud.

They stop listening then, because one thing has become very clear. Batman is a dad. And he’s constantly leaving meetings early because of obligations to his kid. And suddenly they all feel like assholes.

A couple months later, they’re all introduced to a little boy called Robin. And they can’t figure out how Batman’s son is so cute and sweet. But they absolutely can tell he’s Batman’s, because he’s also scary as shit.

[outtathisworld-imagines]

Tattletale

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Pairing: John Walker x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut! +18 MDNI! Oral (fem! and M!rec), intercourse, swearing, unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap! Fluff, angst, some injury mentions. Not proofread 🥲

A.N: Am I a John Walker Stan now? Yes. 🫡

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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“Get your fuckin’ ass out of my way!”

“Then stop staring at it and move your own fucking feet!”

The middle of a shootout was not the place to be arguing with John Walker. However, you both often argued regardless of the place and time.

In the kitchen at 6am in the morning, waking everyone up.

Outside in the middle of the night.

Mid-afternoon durning lunch.

The only time you both managed to shut each other up was every and anytime in either of your bedrooms.

Another shot was aimed your way and John instinctively hid you behind his shield, sending you a pointed glare as if saving your life was an inconvenience. You grunted, barging past him to advance forward.

“Uh, you’re welcome, asshole!” He snapped at you.

“Oh my hero…” you drawled out before pinning his back against the wall out of harms way and shooting at the person about to kill him. “You’re welcome, asshole.” You snapped back. He pulled you back, double checking he was out of the rest of team’s sight before pressing a forceful kiss to your lips. You pulled back and shoved his shoulder “You’re so desperate.”

He smirked “Can you blame me?” He pulled you against him again, not even his armoured material could hide his feelings towards you. You groaned in both disgust and lust before stepping back and rolling your eyes. “What?!” John asked bemused “Is it a crime to be turned on?”

“It is right now.” You gritted, turning a corner and shooting again, pressing your comms to warn the others. “Two moving north!” You tried to walk forward but a finger laced through your back belt loop dragged you back. “Walker!” You quietly hissed, turning around and gripping onto his hard-on, making him whimper and bite down on his lip. He almost begged you to squeeze harder. “Later.” You promised, a devilish smirk ghosting over your face as you leaned in and swiped the very top of your tongue over his tight lips.

Then becoming deadly serious and going back to the mission at hand.

John mouthed a harsh ‘Fuck’ in both annoyance and excitement before following you.

You had a funny old thing going with John. Spending most of the time screaming at him…or for him.

Fighting with him over something stupid and then fighting to stay curled around his body when he encouraged you both to get up and out of bed.

Simultaneously loathing and loving each other at the same time.

He once joked one night after an almost deadly game of ‘strip UNO’- you straddled around his waist him naked with a knife to his neck- between the both of you that you weren’t ‘enemies to lovers’ you were ‘enemies and lovers’. You laughed so much you dropped the knife and kissed him.

“Yelena!” You shouted, noticing her running low on ammo, and tossed her a gun she sent you a thankful nod in return. You found John by your side again, he was almost glued to you.

“You gonna thank me properly later too?” He said and you raised a brow between gunfire. “For saving your life?” You let out an amused snort at his words, Yelena shooting you both a confused glance. “Yelena, Y/N’s gonna be-“

“Kicking his ass, Lena! That’s what I’m gonna do.” You cut him off with a grunt and used your hip to push him away out of the line of danger, shooting someone about to come at him.

The shooting settled, bodies around you and the rest of the team who convened in the one spot, everyone catching their breaths. “So? What’s everyone’s count?” Alexei asked. After the first few missions everyone tried to put a spin on the fact your hands were responsible for deaths- even if the people you killed were the worst the earth had to offer. Whoever got the highest got to pick the night movie they would watch at the weekend.

“Four,” Ava said with a sigh.

“Five,” Yelena and Alexei both chimed

“Eight,” Bucky interjected.

John smirked “Eleven for me.”

They then turned to you, your eyes were on John and just before you opened your mouth your gun raised up and you quickly shot the last remaining assailant that was behind him.

“It was twelve,” you playfully blew away the smoke from the top of your gun “Thirteen.”

“Fuck Y/N!” John helped with his hands over his ears thanks to the ringing in them from the sudden fire. “I thought you were gonna kill me!”

You laughed “If I was gonna do that, I would have already.”

John’s look of fear turned into annoyance, into a deadpanned expression over his features. Everyone started to walk back to the jet, you, John and Bucky trailing slightly behind. He harshly grabbed your ass and you turned to him with your jaw dropped in shock he would be so risky around your teammates.

Of course you had kept this little bubble of whatever you both were between yourselves, the team oblivious but not without their suspicions.

Bucky slowed his pace and cleared his throat, catching both your and John’s attention. “Please tell me you didn’t just touch her ass? Because the thought of reporting any,” he looked John up and down “Harassment…to Val, would be a real pain in my own.” His voice was quiet, ensuring the team didn’t hear. Your eyes widened and John’s features dropped ever so slightly. “Jesus, you two aren’t as discreet as you think.”

You scratched the back of your neck with a tight smile “He didn’t.” You said in a monotone voice. “And if he did, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Hmm…” Bucky mused with pursed lips. “Fine. Just know this- blink twice if you need help Y/N.” He said while looking at John and you suppressed a giggle while John sent him a glare. “Don’t worry guys. It’s safe with me.”

You all sat in the jet, you were across from John, your eyes transfixed on his thighs he had parted when he noticed you staring.

“So Y/N,” Ava broke you from your thoughts. “What’s your movie of choice?”

You smirked “Something really cheesy, something like High School Musical.” You said and John loudly groaned, causing you to laugh. “He’s just scared because Walker cries at High School Musical.” You said without even thinking and the whole team started giggling.

“Yeah well Y/N only watches it because she had a wet dream about Zac Efron once and still has a crush on him.”

You loudly gasped, you told him that in complete confidence after sharing tales from your cringeworthy teenage years one night wrapped up beside him. He laughed just as much then as he was proudly smiling now.

“You’re a fucking tattletale!” You snapped back. “He watches the Golden Girls and listens to old Justin Bieber songs!” You pointed at him. “His favourite is ‘Baby’.”

“You say I’m the fucking tattletale?!” His voice got louder. “Y/N was the one that ate your pudding two nights ago, Alexei!”

“You WHAT?!”

“Walker was the one that shrunk your top Yelena not Bob!” You retaliated.

“The fuck, Walker?” Yelena snapped.

“Y/N was the one that spilled soda on your vibranium arm Bucky.”

“Low blow!” You were almost standing on your seat now and would have been if it wasn’t for the seatbelt.

“You wanna speak of low blows?!” John asked with wide eyes. “How about the time you ‘accidentally’ binned the chocolate cake we were all going to have as a treat because you ‘thought it was out of date’ when in actual fact you ate the whole thing!” His fingers emphasising his commas.

“I absolutely loathe you, you piece of shit! I gave you a bit of that cake to shut you up! You gave me your word!”

“You guys! Enough!” Bucky yelled. “Sweet merciful fuck, argue when we get home. In your own rooms.” He warned and the rest of the brief trip was in silence after the outbursts.

—•—

When you arrived back at the watchtower the team all went thier separate ways while you strode back to your room, John was having to try and keep up but play at cool at the same time.

“Good acting,” he said to you under your breath.

“Oh I wasn’t acting, I really do loathe you. Plus I’m pissed at you too. Double win.” You said as you approached your room door.

John blew a raspberry, closing your room door with his hand just as you opened it, trapping you between him and the doorframe. “So what if I pissed you off? We’re just gonna have make-up sex anyway.” He lowly spoke.

“That’s wrong to think like that,” you folded your arms, trying to be as unfazed as possible.

“If make-up sex is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right.” John leaned closer, his breath fanning over your face.

“Good,” you replied in a voice just as quiet. “Because you’re never right.” You deadpanned and his arm fell just as quickly as his jaw did.

You had the chance to flee into your room, John yelled from the other side of the door. “You still need to thank me too!”

“I saved you more,” you shouted back “You’re the one that should be thanking me!”

“Fuck,” John hissed under his breath and looked down. His body betraying him at the thought of thanking you with his head between your thighs. All that pent up adrenaline from the fighting, from your touch, it hit him all at once and he rushed to his room.

You stood for a moment, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as a thrill rushed through you at the thought of thanking him with his cock in your mouth and his hand gripping your hair.

“Ah shit,” you hissed with a grin and rushed out your room to John’s, temptation was far too great. Regardless if you were a little pissed at John, even hate-fucking him was blissful.

You knocked on his door with your knuckles, the kind he’d know, you were the only person in the world that knocked on his door in morse code. “That was fast,” he said from the other side. “It’s open!”

You quickly slipped into his room and smirked at just how truly desperate he looked. How desperate he looked for you.

“God,” you chortled at the sight of him on the bed already, his pants and boxers thrown to one side of the room and him wearing nothing but a top whist stroking his cock. “You look like fucking Winnie the Pooh,” you joked and liked the door behind you.

John didn’t stop, he continued touching himself as you stripped off in front of him. “I’m too horny to give a shit what you say.” He sat up a little, his hand still keeping a steady pace. Once you were rid of your clothes, your own hand took over and his head fell back, moaning feeling your fingers wrapped around his hard cock. “Missed this. Missed you.” He lifted his head and cupped your cheek, watching you get him off. “Even if you are a tattletale,” he let out a loud groan as you tightly squeezed his cock “FUCK!”

“You’re the one spilling secrets,” your head went closer to the tip of his cock and your tongue lapped up the drips of pre-cum from him. “And just plain spilling.” You teased.

John wickedly laughed “You’re asking for trouble.”

“Well how worse can the trouble get? I already got you.” You smirked and sunk your mouth down his entire length, slowly and with complete purpose.

He let out a drone from deep within his chest feeling your warm mouth around him. He quickly removed his top before you could crack another joke and looked down as your eyes looked up to find his. “That mouth was made for me,” he moaned out, his hand finding your hair as he did what he had hoped to do and gripped onto it.

You groaned against him, pleasure pooling in the pit of John’s stomach, you looked up to him through your lashes, batting your eyes and driving him insane. You pulled back a little, letting your tongue slowly drag up his cock as you spoke to him. “Looks like you’re gonna cum already and I haven’t even been thanked yet…” you teased.

John let out a gruff laugh “Well what are you waiting for?” He asked “Sit on my face. We can thank each other at the same time,” he winked. You smiled, pressed a kiss to the top of his cock before rearranging yourself, your thighs now either side of his head and your pussy practically dripping onto his lips already. John looked at it as if they were the gates of heaven and he bad the key to let him in. You eagerly sat down on his face while your own mouth went back to his cock.

The soft vibrations from moaning against each other spread through your bodies like wild fire. John gripped your shaking thighs as his tongue danced between your folds. “Fuck,” you murmured pulling back a little. “Fuck, John!”

“God, you’re soaking me baby,” he said kissing the inside of your thighs. “Shit I wish you could sit on my face all day, every day tastes so fucking good.” John’s hand slapped your ass and you yelped in delight. Before pulling away from his mouth, causing him to sadly groan.

You shuffled forward and then sunk your pussy down on his cock, both of you not moving for a moment, just enjoying the feel of each other. John let out a low hiss under his breath, you knew he loved reverse cowgirl. “Don’t say I didn’t thank you,” you widely smiled, knowing that he couldn’t see and give him any sort of ego-enhancing gratification.

His hands found your hips and he started to move you just as you slowly started to rock against him. “Shit, I should be thanking you. You know how much I love this,” he started harshly thrusting and you had to lean forward to steady yourself on his knees. He gripped your ass, squeezing tightly as his head fell back and his eyes closed.

Then suddenly something washed over him, it wasn’t his lust lewdly screaming at him.

It was something else.

“Oh, fuck!” Your moans made him open his eyes again “Yes John!” You cried.

“I got- gotta see your face,” he said so under his breath you barely heard him. He gripped on your hips and pulled you from him with, the air leaving his lungs as you left his body, almost in pain at the sensation. He placed you down on the bed and got on top, slipping his cock back inside your pussy that perfectly swallowed him whole. Your eyes were confused as the rest of you contorted with pleasure. John leaned down and kissed your lips, his face still slick with the remains of you. “I ha-had to see your face. Wanna see your face when you cum for me.” He said between kisses.

You moaned, his rough demeanour melting in front of you. “J-john…FUCK! Why?”

His heart had a twinge he hadn’t felt before when you asked him why. You had every right to. It wasn’t often you both got to enjoy the experience with you either pulling his favourite position or him typically fucking you from behind. You knew he loved looking at your ass, you did it for him. He knew that.

Not that he deserved it.

But he felt the shift, it was slow at first. Now it was consuming him.

“I can’t tell you right now,” it came out too quick, too breathless, too incoherent.

The feeling that what he had with you was blossoming. He knew it wasn’t just wasn’t sex anymore- it was soft, almost loving. It was a feeling that he suspected that you never really were enemies.

His orgasm hit him like an electric shock as he came inside you, as he had done so many times before, just never watching each other. You watched him go through his high, his expression sending butterflies though your chest. You gripped onto his forearms as you came moments later after witnessing the sight, John intently watching every perfect expression of sheer pleasure on your face almost made him cum again.

He lay down on you with a gentle thud, his lips kissing your shoulder and up your neck before moving to your lips. He pulled back and watched as you caught your breath, his thumb and forefinger tracing over your cheek. “You wanna tell me now?”

Your voice was soft but it broke through the room like glass shattering. You felt John stiffen. Since his divorce and since being with you, his emotions became far too complex for him to understand most of the time.

But he understood what he had for you.

Your eyes searched for his, his mouth opening and then closing. Then a notification came ringing though, an expected mission. John moved from you too quickly, the sudden loss of him making you wince. “Sorry,” he murmured “We gotta go.” He said grabbing his clothes and leaving you naked and full of him on the bed.

You slowly sat up as he frantically rushed around. “What were you gonna tell me?” You asked again. He stopped mid-dressing and looked at you. A beautiful glowing form in his bed, beautifully fucked, his beautiful girl.

His heart was screaming at him to just tell you, his head being a little more reserved and rational.

“We can talk later Y/N-“

“JOHN!” You yelled, stopping him in his tracks. “Tell me,” you asked “Please…” and softly begged.

You wanted him to say those words you could practically envision on the top of his tongue. You needed him to say them.

The frantic knocking at the door made you both jump. “We gotta go, Walker!” It was Alexei. You frustratingly sighed, standing up and snatching your clothes, slamming the bathroom door behind you. John deeply groaned and placed his head in his hand, mentally kicking himself.

“We’ll get you in the Jet!” He called out.

A moment of silence passed. “We?” Alexei’s voice laced with confusion.

Johns eyes went wide “Shit.”

—•—

Everyone was crowded around Alexei in the jet as he gossiped. “Walker had someone in his room…and look who hasn’t joined us…” he wiggled his brows and the team looked around noticing the severe lack of both John and you. “It’s got to be-“

“We good to go?” John stepped abroad and everyone froze, suddenly feeling caught in conversation.

“Yeah,” Yelena nodded “Just waiting for Y/N.” She sent him a knowing smirk. “You know where she is?”

“She’s here.” You snapped and threw yourself down on a seat. “Let’s go.” You strapped yourself in forcefully, your eyes looking at your feet. The team’s own darting between you and John, feeling a heavy tension between you both.

After a quick debrief and an even quicker drop off in the middle of a shootout, everyone scattered. John desperately tried to get closer to you.

“Look I’m sorry,”

“Save your bullshit, Walker,” you hissed pulling the trigger and trying not to let the tears fall. “I don’t know why you can’t just tell me!”

He grunted, punching an enemy in the face before pushing you against the wall “You think it’s fucking easy?!” He asked, his face full of fear.

“I don’t want you to be scared to tell me. It’s me.” You tried to break free but John kept you held there. “I’ve been there for you, through thick and thin, you don’t have to be scared with me.” Your hearts frantically thumping in your chests “John.” You half scalded, half cooed. The way you said his name made him feel like he was home.

Your eyes looked behind his shoulder, noticing someone coming towards you both. You pushed him out the way, he fell to the ground and watched as you pointed and shot.

But the person you shot was just as fast as you.

He fell to the floor, you crashed back against the wall. “Shit, shit, shit, Y/N!” John rushed to his feet as you slowly fell, your hand pressed against the gape in your side that definitely shouldn’t be there. Blood oozed through your fingers, pain searing throughout your body. John pressed his comms with trembling fingers “Guys! Y/N’s been hit!” He screamed “I need backup!“ He pressed his hand against your own and you screamed in pain “Shit- I need you to be okay,” he blubbered. “Please.”

You looked down and pressed your lips together as tears rolled down your cheeks. “This is more painful than you think,” you tried to joke as your lashes began to flutter, your eyelids becoming suddenly heavier than you remembered them ever being. Your hand became limp under his own and John’s eyes widened as your head drooped.

“No, no, no, stay awake for me,” he pleaded “You gotta keep your eyes open for me Y/N. Don’t do this!” He placed his fingers under your chin. Your eyes opened momentarily “Yes, please let me see those beautiful eyes again.” He quietly asked. He was scared before, but now he was terrified. “GUYS!” John screamed at the top of his lungs. “Please, Y/N,” he cried and held your wound tighter. “Please, there’s so much I haven’t said.”

The team rushed to his side “We need to get her outta here before she bleeds out.” Yelena took over from John. “I’ve got her.”

Bucky looked at John, squeezing his shoulder sympathetically “She’s tough, she’s gonna be okay.”

John sniffled. “She needs to.” He told his fellow super solider. “She can’t-“

“She won’t.” Bucky cut him and his dreadful train of thought off. “Let’s go!”

—•—

John hadn’t moved from your bedside, his hands tentatively cupped around yours.

He sighed “I’m a stupid idiot,” he murmured, mainly to himself but he had hope that you would be hearing him between the steady beeps of the vital sign monitor and in your sleeping state. The medical team had patched you up well but you hadn’t opened your eyes since they shut almost eight hours ago. John was there just as long. “Yanno, I don’t know why you put up with me- I can’t even put up with me.” He monologued. “You’re far more patient than I deserve, far more beautiful too. Not to mention good.” He sighed “Far too good for me...” He smirked and let his lips meet the back of your hand.

Bucky softly knocked the door before entering and John quickly leaned back. He smiled shaking his head. “You don’t have to pretend, at least not around me, Walker. I’ve known for months.” He crossed his arms, the corner of John’s mouth twitched upwards because of course Bucky knew. “They said she’s gonna be okay. Lots of rest though, someone will probably have to take care of her for a while.”

“I’ll do it.” He quickly said “I’ll take care of her.”

“We’re all happy to help out.” Bucky added. “But I think Y/N will want it to be you too.” John’s eyes left your face momentarily to look at Bucky, a small smile gracing his face. “You mean a lot to her.” The two of you looked down to you, John squeezed your hand a little tighter. “I’ll leave you two be.” He turned and left the room closing the door behind him.

“You’re gonna make me watch so much crap on TV, huh, and love every second of it.” John leaned down and lay half his body and his head down on the bed beside you. His hand caressed your cheek “I should have told you sooner. I realise now I might not have had the chance to tell you at all and I can’t not tell you.” He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I love you.” He exhaled. “I hate that I didn’t tell you sooner. I hate that I was such a nervous wreck to tell you, mainly because I didn’t think you’d feel the same. But I love you. I love the nights we spend together, I love how you’ll wear my t-shirt to sleep in, I love how you know all the words to all the High School Musical songs,” he laughed, his eyes squeezing shut even more. “I love when we argue, and fight, it makes me feel alive, I love that you’re as passionate as me. I love everything about you. I just love you.”

A tear streamed down his cheek.

“Took you long enough, I only had to almost die.”

Johns eyes snapped open “Y/N?” He whispered and sat up before peppering your face with kisses.

“You look as shitty as I feel.” You half joked and John let out a watery chuckle.

He turned more serious. “Did you hear…” he trailed off.

“Every word.” You smiled and cupped his cheek. “You’re right, you should have told me sooner.” You said quietly. “Should have told me the second you pushed my back into that mattress and made love to me. I had my suspicions before, but I knew in that moment then we had changed gear in our…relationship.” You raised your head and he bashfully smiled before he leaned down, capturing your lips with his. “I love you too.” You finally said, getting it off your chest and feeling an overwhelming sense of relief.

You shuffled over in the bed with a grimace in your face, a bolt of pain in your side. You patted the spot next to you and he practically flew in beside you. “Also I think the whole team knows.” John added.

“You told them?!” You yelped and then groaned. “See? You are the tattletale!” You jabbed his side while laughing.

“I didn’t mean to say it, it was an accident, Alexei has a big mouth.” John kissed you and the jabbing from your finger subsided.

“You owe me big time.” You told him, almost warningly.

“Well you did take a bullet for me so…”

“That’s how much I love you…more.” You slowly added and John raised a brow.

“I think you’ll find I love you more.” John added.

You raised a brow “So this is how it’s gonna be…”

John winked and kissed you again “You bring the knife, I’ll bring the UNO. Whoever wins loves the other more.”

“Well whoever does win,” you gently kissed him this time with a smile. “I won’t kiss and tell.”

[diorgirl444]

tanned shoes and pink shoelaces

warnings: bad writing (my first time writing in a hot minute! ),very short, um he’s kinda mean i guess but like its dallas winston so like obvs he’s gonna be an asshole, fem! reader, based of a clip from a matt dillon movie i saw on here once (if i find it, i’ll tag it here),this is basically just me trying to finish up an old drabble and get back into writing for dallas! <3

“told you not to wear those damn shoes didn’t i?”

he chides you as he watches you sit down, weakly holding your legs out as you kick the offending objects off. it’s a childish display of anger, designed to get his attention. you would do anything to get that.

“never fuckin’ listen do yah kid? too disobedient, always doing what you want. spoilt brat that’s what you are” is the last thing he grumbles he holds his hand out and leans on the wall where you’ve perched yourself, eggshell yellow dress fanning out around you. you ignore his words and just continue sighing impatiently, deliberately not meeting his gaze.

he bends down slowly, one thing about dallas is that he never hurries. he does things at the pace he wants to do to them regardless of anything else. then he begins to unlace his big black boots. after their both off and he stands there, dark eyes blinking lazily at you through his unfairly long lashes. “doe eyes” you called them once to him when the pair of you were snuggled in bed and he’d wrestled you down to the floor, forcing you to “take it back!” and that “don’t say that sappy girl shit about him” whilst you, through breathless giggles promised that you did. privately you still stand by it.

now you huff softly under your breath, tiredly swinging your legs though it’s more for show then anything else - it’s a game the two of you play. one where dallas acts like caring you is a burden and you act like you don’t want anything from him. this is a lie - dallas treats you like an angel who he’s lucky to breathe around and you search for his affection like it’s a drug you’ve become addicted to.

then with a tenderness that you’re sure no one who knows him could ever imagine he kneels below where you sit on the wall and gently grasps your ankle, slipping the dark leather of the boot onto your foot. his eyes are dark and focused as he loops the laces round one another as tightly as possible knowing the shoe could realistically fall off if he doesn’t it. patting your knee softly, some strange subconscious gesture before he repeats the action and puts the shoe on your other foot.

taking you by the waist he helps you jump off the wall and your heart lurches with the action, any faux anger forgotten as you press a grateful kiss to his wrist - only part of him within reach because of his height. he scoffs but snatches your hand in one calloused palm and in the other holds your shoes over his shoulder. he looks strangely biblical standing there barefooted, sun setting on his dark curls and the scar on his lip dancing as he scowls down at you.

“let’s get you home” he says and you don’t tell him that being beside him right there feels like you might already be home. he doesn’t need the ego boost...

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pairing: tommy miller x waitress!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 2.9k

summary: what if joel didn’t answer tommy’s call from jail? and what if the waitress he’d been defending that night bailed him out instead?

author’s note: a brief tommy interlude inspired by a line from taylor swift’s song “slut!”. i hope you enjoy and if you do, please consider reblogging or commenting! 🩵

tags/warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), no outbreak au, no use of y/n, reader gets harassed by a drunk bar patron and physically grabbed, bar fights, mentions of alcohol, friends to lovers, tommy smoking cigarettes, i gave tommy an insane amount of game and for what reason, thigh riding, semi-public sex, car sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, pet names, creampie. if i’ve missed any, please let me know!

“You’ve reached Joel Miller. Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now…”

“Son of a bitch,” Tommy hisses. The voicemail tone beeps and he continues with, “Joel, answer your goddamn phone. I’m at county. And no, it ain’t my fault. Just…get here when you can, I guess.”

He hangs up the receiver, head low. The officer watching him clears his throat.

“C’mon, Miller. Back to the tank,” he says. Tommy sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’, Chuck.”

Tommy drags his feet across the dingy linoleum. His jaw aches from a sloppy right hook that managed to hit its mark and his eyes burn thanks to the unforgiving drunk tank fluorescent lights. There are two other people in the cell with him this evening — a man who reeks of vodka slumped in the corner in a wrinkled suit and another man who is staring solemnly at a spot on the floor as he tries not to topple over. 

Tommy takes a seat on the long concrete bench and stretches his legs out, crossing them at the ankles and folding his hands over his stomach. He might as well get comfortable, there’s no telling when his brother might check his voicemails. As he sits his thoughts drift to what even landed him here in the first place.

Tommy watches you as you approach the bar, a frown tugging at the corners of your lips. You tap the service machine, entering an order with more force than strictly necessary.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks. You glance at him.

“Yeah, just some group of assholes over by the darts table that think cleavage is an invitation,” you reply. “It’s an invitation for tips. Not hands.”

“You need me to step in?” He offers. You wave a hand at him but your frown turns into a bright smile.

“No, no, I can handle it. Thank you, though, Tommy.” You slide another bottle of beer across the bar. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, darlin’,” he says with a wink. “You let me know if you need savin’.”

“Always such a gentleman.” 

The bell to the kitchen window rings and you leave to pick up the order. Tommy watches the sway of your hips in your low rise jeans that hug your ass just right, wondering what it would be like to peel them off and get his hands on the soft skin underneath. 

He’s watching the fight on the TV above the bar when he hears a glass shatter behind him. He turns toward the sound, thinking that maybe someone had gotten too rowdy and knocked their glass off the table, but instead he sees you struggling against the hold of a man who’s pulled you onto his lap.

“Let go!” You shout, kicking your legs.

“Come on, sweetheart,” the brute says, arms wrapped around your waist. “Just one lil kiss is all I’m askin’ for!”

Tommy is out of his seat with red in his vision, hands curled into fists that are begging for a target. Other patrons watch with interest, and he’s not sure if he’s angrier at the man putting his hands on you or the crowded room of people not bothering to help.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of her,” he barks, the same tone he developed after years of service in the Army. 

The man releases you, the sudden loss of support causing you to slide to the ground with a shout of surprise. Tommy moves to help you up but the asshole stands, blocking him and shoving his shoulders.

“This don’t involve you, pretty boy,” the man snarls. Behind him, you’ve managed to get up and you hurry away from the scene. “Mind your fuckin’ business.”

“It became my fuckin’ business as soon as she said no and you didn’t listen,” Tommy says, straightening his shoulders. The man laughs and looks back at his friends.

“This fuckin’ guy,” he slurs. “Defendin’ some whore waitress.”

Throw the first punch, Tommy thinks. Come on, asshole.

The man focuses his attention back on Tommy, stepping close enough that they’re toe-to-toe now. He’s maybe an inch taller and he tilts his chin to stretch that inch as far as it will go and he’s breathing through his nose like a bull about to be released from its holding.

“Get out of my fuckin’ face,” Tommy says. The man laughs, the stench of beer pouring from him. A fist cracks across Tommy’s jaw and he stumbles backwards from the force of it.

Showtime, he thinks.

“Miller!” An officer calls out, yanking Tommy from his thoughts. He looks up and the officer jerks his head towards the door. “You made bond. Come get your stuff.”

Tommy stands, relief flooding him. Joel must have finally check his voicemail. At least he won’t have to spend the whole night in here. 

“‘Bout time you showed up,” he says as he enters the lobby while he tries to thread his belt through his jeans at the same time. 

“Sorry, had to finish my shift,” you reply. His head snaps up in surprise, task forgotten as you wave your fingers at him.

“What’re you doin’ here?” He asks. 

“You said your brother was busy tonight, so I was worried you might not have someone to bail you out,” you tell him with a shrug. “Besides, you’re in here because of me. It’s the least I could do.”

Tommy laughs. “Ain’t your fault, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, by the way. Guess I did need saving, after all.”

“You could’a handled him fine. I just sped up the process.”

He’s staring at you now, gaze caught with yours as you give him a soft smile. Tommy spots the time on the clock hanging on the wall above your head.

2:32 a.m.

“You wanna get breakfast?” 

The diner Tommy directs you to boasts a neon sign that advertises twenty-four hour breakfast. The booths have cracked red vinyl and the menus are faded from use but you can read it well enough to order French toast while he orders chocolate chip pancakes with a side of hash browns. He builds pyramids out of the coffee creamer cups while you talk and talk and talk. You laugh as he drowns his food in syrup and you steal a bite of them despite giving him a hard time about it. 

Afterwards, as you walk together to your car, your palms are a little clammy and your heart pounds the slightest bit faster. You’ve had the biggest crush on Tommy since the first time he slid onto a bar stool at your shitty bar and ordered a Miller Lite (“It’s funny ‘cause it’s my last name!”). He’s always polite, never leaves a mess, and makes you laugh even when you’re having a tough night. 

"You alright? You got quiet," Tommy says. You swallow nervously.

"Yeah, I'm totally fine," you reply. He looks like he doesn't want to believe you but he doesn't press for more.

"You mind if I have a smoke before we go?"

"That's fine."

He digs a crumpled box of Camels from his back pocket, sliding a cigarette out and bringing it to his lips. He pats his thighs and then his chest in search of his lighter, finding it in the pocket of his button up shirt. Metal Zippo lighter finally in hand, he flicks it open and brings it closer to his face, flickering flame casting an orange glow over his features.

He breathes in as the cigarette catches the flame and closes the lighter with a quick snap, exhaling the smoke with the cigarette still held between his lips. Lighter tucked away, he inhales again and pinches the filter of the cigarette between two fingers to pull it away and exhale the smoke into the air.

“You gotta quit lookin’ at me like that,” he says. “You keep watchin’ my mouth and it makes me want to do somethin’ real stupid.”

You lean against your car and he steps close. He smells like a mix of smoke and syrup and sweat, three things that shouldn’t have your pulse pounding and yet combined with the way Tommy’s dark eyes focus on you and the dimple in his cheek as he smirks, you don’t stand a chance.

“More stupid than getting in a bar fight?” You finally ask.

“That wasn’t stupid. Got me here with you, didn’t it?” He inhales another lungful of smoke and tips his head back to exhale. “You gonna let me kiss you?”

You smile at him, lifting your hands to smooth your palms over his chest. His cheeks turn a faint shade of pink that trails down his neck, disappearing beneath the white tank top he wore beneath an unbuttoned pink shirt. 

“That’s your big stupid idea? Just kissing me?” 

Another drag from his cigarette, another smirk, a hand on your hip as he shuffles closer. “Mm, to start.” He brings his lips close to your ear, warm breath tickling your skin as he murmurs, “You didn’t answer the question.”

“What question?”

“You—“ a kiss beneath your ear “—gonna—“ another to your jaw “—let me—“ a third to your cheekbone “—kiss you?”

“Yeah, Tommy. You can kiss me,” you whisper. He wastes no time, greedy lips pressed to yours as soon as he gets the green light. His tongue explores your mouth and tangles with yours, leaving behind the taste of pancakes and smoke. 

A thigh presses between your legs, a new pressure and friction that you explore with a tentative roll of your hips. That hand on your waist urges your movements — forward and back at a slow and steady pace. He pulls back from your kiss and brings the cigarette to his lips.

“So goddamn pretty,” he whispers, smoke spilling from his mouth and disappearing into the night air. “Pretty as a fuckin’ picture.”

He flicks the butt of his cigarette to the ground and then he’s on you with renewed purpose, kissing you deeply with a broad palm to your cheek, tilting your face to the best angle to devour you. When he’s gotten his fill of your mouth, his hungry lips slide across your jaw and down your neck, teeth digging in roughly against your pounding pulse and making you gasp.

“Hush, sugar,” he says, a reprimand with little heat as he smiles against your skin. That hand on your waist has found the fly of your jeans, deft fingers working the button open and the zipper down. “You want a little more attention?”

“Mhm,” you reply, nodding your head quickly. He slips his hand beneath the elastic of your panties, quickly swirling over your needy clit. He lets out a deep groan, one that has you clenching on nothing and desperate for more.

“God, you’re fuckin’ soaked,” he says. He presses two thick fingers to your tight entrance. “You can take it, right?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before pressing them inside, the tight pressure making you rise up on your toes in surprise. He’s got a limited range of movement thanks to your jeans but he still manages a sloppy grind of his palm to your clit and curl of his fingers that has you squirming as your release builds inside of you.

“You want more, baby?” Tommy asks, dark eyes a little wild and desperate. “You feel so good in my fingers, I just know you’d take my cock so fuckin’ good.”

“Tommy,” you pant, your hands clutching at his shoulders. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He yanks his hand from your jeans and before you can complain, he’s opening the back passenger door and urging you into the back seat of your sedan.

“Pants off,” he demands as you shuffle across the seats. He sits beside you and starts to unbuckle his belt. “If you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be on my cock.”

His words have you scrambling to remove your boots and pants, graceless movements in the cramped space. Your elbow connects with his ribs and he hisses as you giggle, wiggling your pants and underwear off. It’s dark in the car, dim light from the parking lot filtering in the windows enough for you to catch the smile on Tommy’s face.

“C’mere,” he drawls, patting his thighs. He’s freed his cock from his jeans and you admire the thick length of him for a brief moment before obeying, straddling his lap. You drag your wet pussy over him, twin groans filling the still air of the car as you do. His hands flex against your thighs and his head tips back against the seat. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”

It’s not the most comfortable encounter you’ve ever had, with your neck bent so that you don’t hit your head and your skin already slick with sweat from the cramped space and the Texas heat but, heaven help you, the look on Tommy’s face makes it worth it. You reach between your bodies and wrap your hand around him, holding him still as you position him at your entrance. 

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss as you lower yourself, your eager cunt adjusting to him with only the slightest pinch of pain that quickly transforms into a delicious fullness. “Oh my god,” you whimper.

“You can just call me Tommy,” he teases, but his voice is just as wrecked as yours. You rise up slightly on your knees and drop down sharply, a satisfied smile on your face when his laughter morphs into a choked curse and his hands grip your hips tightly.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt and lift it up only enough to expose your bra, the cups of which he roughly pulls down until he’s able to get his hands on your breasts, groping you roughly. You moan as his lips wrap around one pert nipple, tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh and light dragging his teeth across it.

The windows grow foggy and your skin starts to get slick with sweat the longer you work yourself over his cock. It’s messy and dirty and uncomfortable, your thighs burn and your neck aches, but Tommy’s making it his goal to get his lips on any skin he can reach, whispered praises between each bite and kiss that has your head growing fuzzy and your core getting tight.

“Feel so good, darlin’,” he groans. “Goddamn, I need you to cum, baby. You were so close before, weren’t ya? I can get you there again, right?”

You nod, mouth open in a silent moan. He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, slipping it experimentally over your teeth until it presses against your tongue. You suck on the digit, reveling in the way his eyes roll back and he groans, hips flexing to meet yours and making you cry out.

“‘M so close, Tommy,” you whisper when he withdraws his thumb from your mouth. 

“Yeah, I can feel it, sweetheart,” he growls. When you lift up he holds your hips steady, suspended above his lap. He pounds into you from below, rough slaps of his hips that make you press a hand to the ceiling of the car to steady yourself against the onslaught of sensation. “Come on, baby, come on,” he says through gritted teeth.

It’s the dark look in his eye and the flex of his jaw, the shimmer of sweat on his light tan skin and the feel of his fingers digging bruises into your hips, the lewd noises and the desperate moans against each others mouths that all combine to shove you over an edge you’d been balancing on since, if you’re being honest, he rushed over to help you back at the bar. You bite into his lip as your orgasm crashes over you, his sloppy thrusts and the heat blooming inside of you telling you he reached his peak as well.

You slump forward, panting heavily against Tommy’s neck. His head tips back against the seat, chest heaving with his own labored breaths. His fingers draw patterns against your sweaty back.

“I feel gross,” you groan. Tommy laughs.

“Sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself, don’t ya?” He teases. 

“I just meant I’m all sticky.”

“Mm, don’t worry. You can take a shower at my place.”

You pull back to look him in the eye. He’s sporting a satisfied grin as you raise your eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? You taking me home, Miller?”

“Sure am.” His confident look falters the slightest bit. “I mean, if you want.”

You kiss him, slow and sweet. 

“Yeah. I want that.”

The loud ringing of a phone breaks through Tommy’s slumber. He reaches out a hand from beneath the sheets and blindly finds the offensive device amongst the clutter on his nightstand.

“What,” he groans when he’s managed to flip it open.

“Tommy! What the hell, man,” Joel snaps. “I just got your voicemail. Left my phone upstairs and fell asleep on the couch. Are you alright?”

“What?” Tommy asks again. Joel sighs.

“You called from county and said you’d gotten arrested. I called ‘em this morning and they said you got bailed out. One of your friends come by or somethin’?”

Tommy glances over to you, where your bare shoulder peeks out from the sheets, the fabric draped across your curves. He smiles.

“Yeah, a real good friend. Guardian angel, even,” he says. 

Another sigh from Joel, this time one of relief. “Well, good. Quit gettin’ into trouble after ten, I can’t stay up that late anymore.”

“Sure,” Tommy agrees. You turn over, sleepy eyes blinking up at him. “I gotta go.”

He hangs up without waiting for a goodbye. You scooch closer and lay your head on his chest.

“A guardian angel, huh?” You ask. He kisses the top of your head.

“Yep. Saved my ass from the wrong place at the right time.”

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The Only Place That I Call Home - No Love Love Bonus Chapter

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Author's Note: The real tragedy in No Love Lost is The Boys having to watch Her and Ben pretend they're capable of being normal about each other. Title from Heartlines by Florence and the Machine.

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary/Warnings: It's team game night, and everyone is sick of you and Ben's shit. Takes place in Chapter 24. Usual warnings.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, tooth-rotting fluff, pre-established relationship, smut (blowjob, some fingering, p in v sex)

“We’re not playing codenames,” MM snapped. “The ban is fucking permanent, so drop it.”

“It’s a stupid ban,” She muttered, glaring at Ben’s hand as she turned it over between her fingers. It was hard to focus when She touched him like that. So natural and thoughtless, like he’s only an extension of her. He might be. She was perfect, and Ben would gladly just be a fucking extension of her. There wouldn’t be another goddamn idiot pussy he’d rather just be a weapon or tool of. “You’re just a sore loser-“

“We ain’t sore losers, Love,” Butcher snapped. “We’re just bloody sick of you always winning. Because you fuckin cheat.”

Ben almost snorted at the look of indigence on Her beautiful face. It was adorable, how She looked so genuinely offended by the very idea that she’d ever cheat, when they both knew that she cheated at almost every goddamn game they played with the team. Codenames is just the only one everyone else has caught.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She stuck her chin up at Butcher, and it would be regal if she wasn’t full of such fucking bullshit. “I’ve never cheated in my life, Butcher, and I’m wounded you’d think that low of me.“

“I’ve thought a lot fuckin lower,” Butcher drawled Her name, and she scowled. “And you are cheatin. Because that cunt,” Butcher nodded to Ben. “Always helps you.”

Her hand folded fully over Ben’s as she held Butcher’s glare. “Last time we were on different teams-“

“And that motherfucker sabotaged everyone for you,” MM grunted. “No fucking codenames.”

Her sharp eyes turned to Ben. Are you going to fucking defend our honor.

You don’t have honor, Sunshine. He grinned, kissing the top of Her head. And we do cheat. All the fucking time.

I don’t make you cheat-

My loyalty is to you. He shrugged. Not whatever pussies I get put on a stupid fucking team with. And you never complain-

Because I like winning, Benjamin, and-

You don’t have any fucking honor.

Fuck you.

At the dinner table? In front of everyone? He raised his eyebrows, smirking down at her pretty, flushed face. That’s fucking disgusting-

I hate you.

No you don’t. Ben smirks, pulling her closer to his side. You love me.

I do, She sighed, whacking his arm before dropping her head on his shoulder. You’re such a fucking asshole, but I do.

“You twats want to clue us into your secret bloody brain sexting-“

“No.” She shot Butcher a glare, and he was smart enough to just wink back. “If it’s not codenames, what are we doing.”

“We could do Monopoly-“ 

Annie shook her head, cutting Hughie off. “Butcher always wins Monopoly, and he’s always a smug ass about it after.”

“It ain’t my fault I got killer business instinct-“

“I think you’re just a heartless dick,” Annie shrugged. “Only psychos are good at Monopoly-“

“You’re just real fuckin salty, Starlight, cause you hate admittin I’m good at somethin-“

“Oh, shut up-“

“What about Clue?” Frenchie cut off Annie this time, flinching slightly at her glare. “My apologies Annie, but I would like to begin with a game before it becomes midnight-“

“No Clue,” MM grumbled. “Those two cheat with that one as well.”

Ben decided not to punch MM, because they did in fact cheat at Clue, and Her annoyed pout made him want to pick her up and suck on her lips until she moaned, and they did end up fucking at the dinner table.

Ryan raised his hand slightly. “Could we, um, could we do Uno? I like Uno.”

The table fell silent, nobody willing to point out that She and Ben would almost certainly be cheating at Uno when Ryan looked so fucking hopeful, and Her glare made it pretty damn obvious she’d kill anyone who shot the idea down.

“I can do Uno,” Hughie mumbled, and when everyone gave small nods of agreement he rose up, going to retrieve the game from wherever the fuck they kept it.

Ben felt a tug on his arm, and looked down to find Her very pointedly not looking at him, attention focused on Frenchie, explaining Uno to Kimiko.

What.

Are we cheating.

He coughed, failing to cover his laugh as Annie gave him an odd look. No fucking honor, darling-

Shut up. I had a fun idea, but if you’re going to be a dick-

Ben tangled Her fingers between his, muttering Her name between their heads. If you want to cheat and win, I don’t give a fuck about it-

I want to win. She glanced up at him. But I can win at multiple things.

Ben frowned. What the fuck are you talking about.

No cheating, a smile played on her pretty lips, and Ben wanted to trace them with his hands and mouth and cock. She was so fucking beautiful, it was an issue to his attention as she continued. Because we’re competing against each other.

Why the damn hell would we do that.

Because whoever wins gets to be in charge of sex tonight.

Christ, he fucking loved Her. You sure you want that, Sunshine? Ben leaned down, bumping his nose with Hers, smirking as her heart jumped slightly. Because I’ll fucking kick your ass, my love. And you won’t get off easy, he nipped at her lower lip, and her mouth fell open. When I win.

If you win.

He chuckled. Brat.

Cunt. You in, or are you too much of a fucking pussy-

Ben tangled his hand in Her hair, pulling her up into a deep kiss. I’m in. Get ready to fucking lose.

Take your own advice, Pretty Boy. She pulled back with a wide smile, and Ben had never seen anything better. I’m going to make you regret being born.

That wasn’t fucking possible. Ben didn’t think he’d ever regret a thing again, when whatever he’d done before had gotten him here. Feeling all Her love for him in every corner of the world, with her perfect, sharp, bright eyes on his and her body fitting like a missing half against his.

She was real fucking serious about winning—she’d stood up, moving to sit beside Ryan across the table so Ben couldn’t see her cards—and it was going to make it so much more satisfying when Ben emerged victorious. He was already lining out what he wanted to do—maybe some edging, make her moan and beg and squirm under him as he teased her—but he was adaptable. If they got home and he realized she was already fucking dripping through her underwear, he’d probably just fuck Her. But he had to win first.

They’d had to combine two Uno decks—nine people was apparently too much for one fucking pussy deck to handle—and it took Ben about fifteen seconds after Frenchie dealt to realize that he couldn’t fucking remember how to play Uno. And when he looked up at the casual, sharp amusement on Her face, he realized She’d fucking expected that.

You cheated.

We’re not cheating, Benjamin. We agreed on that-

I didn’t fucking say we, I said you.

I don’t know what you’re implying. She glanced up from her cards with almost fucking sparkling eyes, and Ben felt like someone had dropped a building on him. Actually, he’d had a building dropped on him. This was a whole lot fucking better, because it was made of all her love and adoration and perfect, clever brain and smart fucking mouth. Are you getting worried, Pretty Boy? Want to call it off?

Never in a million goddamn years. Want to hear how I’m going to fuck you when I win?

She hummed, looking back to her cards. I think that’s foul play.

This whole thing is foul fucking play. Distracting Her with dirty talk was also the only fucking chance Ben had to win, but she didn’t need to know that. I’m going to finger you first, darling. See if we can get three fingers at the start this time, if I make you wet enough. Her heartbeat picked up, her eyes becoming slightly glazed, and Ben pushed on. You might already be fucking wet enough, you’re always so fucking wet for me, but I’d like to get you so wet you fucking squirt all over me. Make you fucking scream-

Ben. She shot him a half-hearted glare. Shut it. Stop cheating.

You started it.

She wrinkled Her perfect nose at him. Fuck you.

I will. With three fingers, then my tongue, then my cock, until you’re a beautiful, wrecked mess-

A crumpled up napkin hit him in the face, and when Ben glowered at Her, she just shrugged. I told you to shut it.

Ben didn’t shut it. By the time the game was halfway done, he’d gotten hit in the face with five more napkins, a plastic spoon, and a cup that still had some fucking water in it. But he was still fucking losing. By a lot. Half the damn deck was in his hand, She was down to two cards, and there was no actual warning in Her glares or distress trading between their bodies, so Ben kept telling her every single filthy thought that crossed his mind.

And he still fucking lost. Kimiko—despite only learning the game twenty minutes ago—won first, but everyone groaned to keep going for second place. When Ryan won soon after that, it became about third. Ben was hardly able to hold his cards in his hands—everyone had a fucking vendetta against him, and he’d been hit with so many plus two cards it had to be some sort of targeted fucking play they’d all agreed on behind his back—and the game was between Her and MM.

She won, with an overdramatic slam of a green five on the pile, and a wide grin around the table. And when Her eyes met Ben’s, already blown out and thirsty, he felt his dick twitch in his pants.

“If you losers will excuse me,” She stood up, still holding Ben’s gaze. “I’ve had to shit for the last fifteen minutes.”

MM’s face twisted in disgust. “You could’ve just fucking left, you don’t need to tell us-“

“Sorry,” She shrugged, clearly not fucking meaning it. “If you wanted not to hear about my bowel movements, you shouldn’t have shot yourself in the foot by changing it to green.” 

As She turned away from the table, walking off to the dining hall bathrooms, her voice rang in Ben’s head. Give it five minutes, then follow me.

He gave it three. They were now going for fourth, nobody seemed to think he was a serious contender for the title, and Ryan eagerly volunteered to play for him, so with a grumbled thanks and half-run to the bathroom, Ben followed Her.

She was waiting for him, arms crossed as She leaned against the wall. “That was not five minutes-“

Ben locked the door behind him, and slammed his mouth onto Hers with a groan, swallowing every single moan and pulling her half off the ground as he touched Her fucking everywhere.

“Ben-“

“So fucking smart,” he muttered, dropping his head to her neck and sucking on that one spot that made her like putty in his hands. “You’re such a fucking brat, Sunshine-“

“And I won,” Her voice was breathless, but still smug. “So I’m in charge, Benjamin-“

He chuckled Her name against her skin, moving one hand under her shirt, palming at her breast. “We both know this ends with me fucking you, darling, so just damn say how you want it-“

She pushed him off—her hands heated enough to grab Ben’s attention, but not to burn him—and dropped to her knees, smirking up at him as she ran a hand up his thigh. “I’m in charge. And I want to suck your dick. Can I please-“

Ben had never moved fucking faster. Belt off, pants down, freeing his cock to press against Her pretty, parted, slightly swollen lips. Even if she hadn’t won that stupid bet, he’d never fucking turn Her down for this. Not when she was smiling up at him under her lashes, playing with his balls as she swirled her tongue over the head of him, teeth scraping as she squeezed him and he bucked forward slightly.

He growled Her name, fighting every single instinct in his body to just pick her up and fuck Her. Push himself into her perfect pussy, make her breathing as heavy and ragged as his was. Cover himself in the wetness he could see dripping onto the bathroom floor, her pants having been tossed off to the side so she could fucking finger herself. “If you don’t move-“

She leaned back, giving him a fake pout that made his cock jump in her hands. “No.”

“Christ, woman-“

She started to stroke him, gentle and almost fucking painful with how goddamn slow it was, and he groaned.

“I won, Ben. And I want you to fuck my face,” He hissed through his teeth as She licked the underside of his cock. “But if you’re going to be an ass-“

“You won,” he grunted, gripping the sink with one hand and tilting her head back with the other. “You fucking won, and I’ll fuck your face any goddamn day-“

She nodded, grinning. “When I tell you, pull out.”

“What-“

“Trust me.”

He nodded slowly, and when Her mouth fell open, Ben pushed himself down her throat, almost fucking moaning at how good she felt. Fucking sinful, Her tongue swirling around him, Her pretty eyes fluttering as he bumped the back of Her throat. He was pretty sure that he could find release just like this. Watching Her below him, her cheeks hollowed out and one of Her hands playing with herself as she held his gaze. She was fucking threat to Ben’s health, with how goddamn perfect she was. With a little drool escaping her lips as Ben’s cock rested between them, a hand steadying herself against his thigh, grinding onto the fucking floor-

That’s what got Ben to move. She was squirming against her own touch, and he could fucking smell how wet she was, hear her whimpers around his dick when his hips rutted slightly, and he wasn’t allowed to take care of Her until after this. So he tangled his hand in Her hair, tugging her almost fully of of him before slamming her back down, bucking his hips before repeating it over and over until She was moaning, pretty eyes rolling back in her head and her lips perfectly fucking puffed.

He was close. She’d started to suck on him when he hit the back of her throat, and lick the tip of his cock when he pulled back, and Ben could feel the coil in his gut growing tight and hot, and fuck She was so perfect and beautiful and he felt goddamn high-

He hissed Her name as her nose bumped his lower stomach, her high and desperate whine making him rut up into her. “Christ, you’re so fucking good. Gonna fucking paint your perfect fucking body in me, darling, fucking love you, look so fucking beautiful with your pretty fucking mouth stuffed with my cock-“

Her nails began to sink into Ben’s skin, Her hips rolling against her own touch. Ben had never been fucking jealous of someone actively sucking him off, but god fucking dammit it should be him touching Her. She should be squirming under Ben’s touch, not having to fucking drip all over the bathroom floor. Everything was fading into a daze of Her, bright and soft and so fucking full of love it made Ben a little insane, and he was so fucking close to cumming right in her fucking vice of a mouth-

Out. Her voice was breathless in Ben’s head, and his hand loosened on her head before he’d even fully registered the words.

“What-“

She surged upwards, grabbing Ben’s face and pulling it down to hers, and he let every fucking instinct of Her, Her, Her take over. Spinning them around, slamming her into the wall as one hand dropped down, pinching and flick at her clit until she became putty in his arms, running one finger between the lips of her pussy, teasing at her opening but never pushing in-

“Ben-“ She gasped as he dropped his mouth to her neck, biting that one spot as he pressed his thumb around her clit, rubbing slow circles everywhere around it. “Fuck-“

“So fucking good, Sunshine-“

Ben’s words were cut off with a strangled groan as her hand wrapped back around his cock, pumping him so fast he was pretty goddamn sure it might make him pass out.

“Inside,” She whispered, lips brushing against Ben’s ear as his arms tightened around her. “Want you to cum inside-“

Ben dropped one hand to Her thighs, pushing them open without a further fucking question and ramming himself into her with a half shout of pleasure. He felt himself bottom out, rolling his hips just enough to angle himself against that deep part of her that always made her scream, and when She came—her moans and shouts of his name in his ear, her pussy contracting around him, and her hands scratching at his back—Ben cracked the wall as he slammed up into Her, relief crashing through him.

“So fucking tight, darling.” He growled against her skin, and she whimpered. “Good girl, taking me so fucking well. Fucking love you-“

Someone slammed their fist against the door, and they both froze.

“We can all hear you horny cunts humpin like bloody rabbits! Keep it in your fuckin pants!” Butcher shouted through the walls, hitting the door one last time.

“Either we cheat or we fuck,” Ben drawled back, letting Her bury her beautiful, flushed face in his chest. “So let us cheat, or buy some goddamn earplugs.”

“You could just not fuck,” MM yelled, sounding a little further away. “Not fucking is an option-“

Ben rolled his eyes, and turned his attention back where it belonged. With Her.

“If we run,” he muttered, forcing himself to pull out of Her and ignore the way he was already half-hard again from the sight of his cum, dribbling down her thighs. “We can get you back to the apartment, and keep fucking without any goddamn interruptions.”

“I, um,” She leaned against him as they dressed, and Ben realized there was a slight wobble to her knees. He’d fucking done that. “I don’t want to run-“

He scooped her up into his arms with a smirk and a kiss to her brow. “Hold on.”

“Wait,” She looped her arms over his neck, playing with his hair as she studied his face. “I’m still in charge. When we get home.”

Ben snorted, hauling her further up his chest to mutter against Her lips. “Tonight you’re in charge, Sunshine. But next time, I’m fucking winning, and you’re going to cum so many times you can’t walk for a goddamn week.”

She swallowed, mouth parting, and Ben pushed his tongue between her lips, sucking on the lower one in a silent promise.

“And if I win again-“

“You won’t.” Ben pulled back, giving her a wink. “Because we’re going to do a team game, and I’m going to take Ryan. And you’ll lose for him on fucking purpose.”

She scowled. “Cunt.”

“Brat.” Ben grinned at Her, and her pretty lips—still fucking swollen from his cock—pulled into a smile as pure, raw fucking joy painted Her feature. “Let’s get you home.”

End Note: I feel like the Boys would have the most foul Jackbox night. Things would be said that should've never been said in the first place, and will never be said again. She and Ben would make a voting block. MM would quit when his smart joke lost to Frenchie writing "massive balls" for the seventh time in quiplash. Someone would break the TV.

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Yakuza!Satoru Gojo, Yakuza!Hakari Tags - Depictions of violence

Satoru finds Hakari and figures out what the hell happened.

Satoru wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for just yet, but he knew if anyone knew anything, then it would be Hakari.

He was brawn enough to take ten men on his own bare fisted and laugh about, clearing off to the his underground gambling den for a quick game of poker before drinking himself into a stupor.

Gambling with money never did anything for Satoru, he didn't get the kick out of it like Hakari did.

"So, you heard about last night, huh?"

Hakari slouched against the brick wall down the concealed alleyway tucked in from the main Street, "I heard from Kirara who heard from Utahime. Thanks for fillin' me in boss."

Satoru smiled with half his face, amused at his forwardness. Not many people talked to Satoru the way Hakari did, a good reason why he stood a high chance to inherit the Gojo family.

"Tell me what happened yesterday and explain how someone managed to give you the slip."

Hakari scoffed and lazily scratched his nose before adjusting his shirt cuffs, "I didn't get there the same time I always do. I missed whoever was brave enough to pull that shit off, it weren't a case that I fucked up, I was just somewhere else."

Now, Hakari usually arrived at the club half hour before he needed to. Satoru knew this, it was common knowledge because the man usually drank at the club bar before anything else.

So whoever it was, must have been watching the club for a while.

"Where were you?"

He looked unbothered out into the small gap to the street, "I was winnin' big, it took a lil longer than usual."

Of course he was gambling. From his clean complexion, Satoru guessed he had been underground playing with chips rather than with fists in in the pits, "how much?"

"Eh?"

"How much did you win? Must have been big if you weren't at the club when you should'a been."

"Don't give me shit, Gojo. I'm always at that fuckin' club doin' everythin' right. I just got the fever rush and bet it all- it paid off."

Satoru sighed and kept his lid on it, "how much?"

"One good hand and I was a mil up- walked into that den with five hundred yen and half a bottle'a scotch. Then I got that tingle I get'n my ass when I'm in the groove. So I bet it all. And now I'm two mil richer."

Satoru threw a punch at the asshole and clipped his jaw, "you weren't at the club for a lousy two mil, what are you, twelve?"

"The fuck? It weren't my shift yet, what's got yer dick fucked?"

"My dick? What's got my dick fucked is Sukuna breathin' down my goddamn neck because you should'a been at the club. Then this wouldn't have happened, you got it yet? That stupid book Suguru's always goin' on about is missing. It's gone. And if we don't get that back, we're all fucked."

That book not only had clients names and contacts in it, but the names of all Yakuza associated with the chain of clubs and everything that went into it. If the police got their hands on it, they'd hand jail time out like cheap sweets.

Satoru flexed his knuckles and watched Hakari get up and stagger against the wall for support, "so you wanna kick my ass? We both know I'll mark that pretty face of yours."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty? Will complimenting me get that fucking book back?"

"Show me who it was and I'll find 'em. But if you wanna fight, I'm pretty riled up, Boss."

Satoru could fight right now. His answer was pretty clear, swinging away at Hakari's face without much warning. Hakari blocked just in time and dodged, taking jabs in the process with the biggest grin on his face.

Through Hakari's eyes, Satoru assumed he looked just the same, teeth gritted in amusement as he got Hakari in a headlock, pulling him towards him to knee the man in the gut. He blocked it and rushed Satoru against the wall, he moved out of the way and Hakari ran straight into the brick.

Satoru huffed a little and hunched over, righting himself to speak, "every time. You try that every time and it never works. Might work on idiots though."

Hakari cursed and rubbed his head, "you fuckin' asshole."

"Have you met me? I won't deny it." In the midst of the exchange, Satoru heard his pager go off a third time, he rummaged in his pocket, "fucking christ- who the fuck wants me now?"

Suguru.

His friend was summoning him to a call box.

Satoru waved his hand about the place, noting the fallen trash can and crushed cardboard box, "clean this mess up and go speak with Ijichi, he'll get you the information you need from Nanami. And stop gambling in that place, you'll rot your brain."

So he learned nothing from Hakari. He hoped that Suguru had better luck because he couldn't deal with Sukuna's bitching again for a second day in a row.

It was way too much hassle.

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In The Shadow of the Valley Pt. 2 (Squire!Thaddeus x Knight!Reader)

Pairing: Thaddeus x Knight!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings/Tags: Future graphic violence, injury and blood, branding, stitching, no use of Y/N, placeholder knight name for the reader, mostly gender-neutral but reader is called “sir” at some points, the reader is called “my lord” a lot too, reader is also a bit of an asshole but dw they soften up

Summary: You’re a knight sworn to the Brotherhood of Steel, and you’ve just lost your asshole squire to a yao guai. Maybe it’s for the better, as you prefer to work alone anyway. Unfortunately, the Brotherhood thinks otherwise and quickly sends you a replacement. Turns out that the replacement is someone you never wished to meet again, but thankfully, he didn’t know it was you! Not yet, at least.

TDLR; What if Thaddeus was assigned to be your squire instead of Maximus’?

((A/N)) I’m back!!! I’m having a lot of fun writing this, so this might turn out longer than I initially intended lol. Also I hope that I’m not too inconsistent with lore/game mechanics, I just started playing Fallout 4 last week and I haven’t gotten very far yet ToT. Anyway, enjoy!!

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Maybe you wouldn’t kill him. Not before something else did, at least.

You were still on the path of your mission, trying to gain a bit more ground before night fell. However, a pack of sleeping junkyard dogs currently stood between you and a viable camping spot underneath a rocky outcrop, and you were not in the mood to fend them off of both you and Thaddeus. You were both crouched down behind some nearly-dead bushes, trying to figure out how to get around them without waking them up.

God, this would’ve been so much easier without having to worry about the well-being of a squire. You’d rather not be two for two for dead squires in one day.

“What do we do?” Thaddeus whispered noisily, causing some of the dogs’ ears to twitch. You whipped your head around in a manner that meant ‘shut up’, but the pneumatics of your armour made more noise than you intended. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a few of the dogs quickly lift their heads, on high alert. You and Thaddeus stared at each other, frozen in place in hopes that the dogs just… wouldn’t see you behind the bare bushes.

That unfortunately did not happen, and the feral growling of the hounds spotting you quickly spurred you into action. You pushed Thaddeus further into the brush and stepped out into the clearing, drawing your gun and beginning to take shots at the pack of dogs. A couple dropped, but the rest were eager to get a bite in on you.

“My lord, w-wait!” Thaddeus yelped, stumbling back due to the weight of his pack and falling onto his ass. He struggled to get back up, to help you as a good squire should, but he was having trouble getting the strap of his bag off from where he lay on the ground. Good, that’s what you intended.

“Fuckin’ mutts,” you grumbled, hastily blocking a lunging dog and throwing it to the floor. That didn’t deter it in the slightest, recovering before it lunged for you again. It got a good grip on a protruding piece of your armour, and you spun around trying to hit it off. “Fuck! Motherfucker, get off!”

Thaddeus became more panicked as he heard you shouting, finally slipping out of the strap and aiming his gun at the dog latched onto you. “I’ve got you, my lord!” He yelled, before blindly firing off a shot in hopes he’d hit the dog. The bullet missed, ricocheting off of your armour and startling Thaddeus further as it whizzed by his head.

“Thaddeus!” You yelled in warning, trying to prevent him from getting in harm's way. You weren��t known for things going your way, though.

One of the dogs had split off from you when Thaddeus fired his gun, now set on getting a chunk out of the unprotected human. You saw the prowling animal before Thaddeus did, but in trying to get rid of the one on you, you were too slow to react in time.

Thaddeus screamed as the dog lunged for him, quickly turning his head away and firing blindly again in the direction of his attacker. Every shot missed, and the dog caught hold of Thaddeus’ arm, trying to drag him to the ground.

“Fuck! Knight Mire! Help me!” Thaddeus screamed in alarm, wincing as the dog’s teeth tore through his jacket sleeve and into the flesh of his arm. He cursed loudly again, trying to play tug of war with a feral dog and his arm.

You promptly threw the dog on you to the ground when you heard Thaddeus’ screams, landing a solid stomp on it before rushing to your squire. With the dog preoccupied and trying to maul him, it was easy to get close and restrain it. When it refused to let go of him, you hesitated only slightly before resorting to putting your hands on its head, pressing them together and effectively crushing the dog’s skull. Its body went limp, and Thaddeus was able to rip his arm out of its loosened jaws with a whimper.

You didn’t have any time to check in on him before another dog jumped on your back, trying to rip at the back of your neck.

“Son of a bitch!” You shouted, trying to reach back and grab the dog, but your armour limited your mobility and you were unable to reach it. Thaddeus floundered where he stood, gripping his bleeding arm while trying to decide if he should help you or not.

“Uhm, m-my lord! Would y-you like me to-“

“Don’t fucking move!” You shouted at him, finally getting a shot in on the dog as you blasted it with your arm jet. It yowled, toppling off of you and attempting to limp away from the major burns you’d just given it. You shot it before it had the chance to escape, god forbid if it came back to bite you in the ass. There were only a few left now, and with some well-aimed shots from your gun, they fell quickly too.

You and Thaddeus stood still for a moment, still processing what had just happened while trying to catch your breaths. You carefully holstered your weapon while you stared at the bodies lying around, taking a breath before turning around to assess Thaddeus.

With your helmet facing towards him, he jumped, almost trying to hide his torn arm behind him. “A-ah! Am-amazing job, my lord! You-you really showed those m-mutts!” He exclaimed, a strained smile strewn across his face. You huffed, brushing past him to carry the pack instead. “O-oh you don’t h-have to do that-“

“Come on,” you beckoned, cutting him off and moving toward the outcrop you fought for with the pack slung over your shoulder. God, this thing was heavy. Thaddeus hesitated before following behind, his forced smile dropping as an anxious frown replaced it.

You threw the pack down against a nearby rock, assessing the small area. There were a few stray rocks scattered in a shape that looked like a circle, so you figured you’d get a small fire going in the middle of them once you’d dealt with Thaddeus. Speaking of Thaddeus, when you turned back around to rummage through the pack, he was already digging through it.

“You good?” You questioned, your scrambled voice causing the man to jump again. He whipped around, still trying to hide his arm behind him with a feigned smile.

“Yep! Never been better! Don’t you worry about me,” he rambled, beads of sweat welling up on his temple while he gripped a roll of bandages in his hand. You sighed, crossing your arms.

“Let me see it,” you ordered, making Thaddeus frown in panic.

“N-no!”

You raised your brow, which he couldn’t see, but he still sputtered at your silence from his sudden outburst.

“I-I mean- I’m fine, my lord, really. I-it’s nothing I can’t handle!” He reassured you, getting more nervous by the minute. You were not taking that for an answer. You carefully but firmly placed your hands on his shoulders, turning him sharply so you could get a look at his arm. Thaddeus whimpered in embarrassment, casting his eyes away from you while you inspected the wound.

It didn’t look good, that’s for sure. The dog had gotten a good grip on his arm, and the bite marks were deep. He was at least lucky enough that the dog didn’t thrash, as his flesh didn’t look too torn. It was still bleeding pretty bad, and you were sure it would be infected come the morning if it wasn’t properly looked after.

If you remembered anything from your time at the airbase, you knew Thaddeus was absolutely horrible at first aid. He’d stick a shitty expired stimpack in it and call it a day, which wouldn’t stave away any infection if he left it uncovered. But if you wanted to make sure it healed correctly, you’d need to get out of your power armour and help him. You hesitated but quickly thought of a way to keep your face hidden as you stepped back from Thaddeus.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He questioned you as you backed up against the outcrop wall, giving yourself just enough room to be able to get out from behind it. You hit the release of your armour once you were in position, scrambling to remove your arms so that you could fish a handkerchief out of your breast pocket before Thaddeus got too curious.

Tying it quickly around the lower half of your face, you stepped down and out from behind the armour, walking back over to Thaddeus.

“Give me that,” you muttered, hoping he wouldn’t recognize your eyes or voice while you held your hand out for the roll of bandage.

He just… stared at you for a good couple of seconds, his brain lagging to process that you’d just gotten out of your power armour to tend to him. After a little while, you started to worry that your cover had been blown until he seemed to come back to life, stuttering like a fool.

“I-I- My lord! R-really, it’s-it’s alright, I-“

You snatched the roll from his hands as he stammered, effectively shutting him up as you pushed him down to sit on the rock behind him.

“Take your jacket off,” you commanded, tucking the roll under your arm while you went to retrieve a stimpack from the pack that was next to Thaddeus. He was practically shaking at this odd behaviour from you, not understanding why you were doing this, but he complied anyway. He shrugged the jacket off quickly, along with the red button-up shirt underneath, leaving him in a white tank top.

You turned back to Thaddeus with a water bottle, rag, and stimpack in hand, positioning yourself in front of him to look at his arm. He looked up at you with that pathetic face you knew all too well: the one he’d pull when he would get yelled at by whoever he pissed off at the airbase. Though, you weren’t quite sure why he was making it now. It had been a miracle, but so far, you hadn’t degraded him too much.

“This is gonna sting a bit,” you admitted while unscrewing the cap of the water bottle. Thaddeus seemed surprised again, uneasily grasping at his pant legs.

“You-you’re gonna use clean water for a measly little bite? I’ve lived through worse,” he laughed nervously, unable to hide the twitches of pain that occasionally crossed his face.

You raised a brow, pausing. ”Would you rather die of infection? Because you and I both know the cheap ass stimpacks they give us aren’t very good at sterilizing wounds.”

Thaddeus visibly faltered at your words, not expecting such an argument from you. You were right, of course—he could remember plenty of times when an aspirant would get extremely sick from an improperly treated wound, and in the worst cases, they would die—but it didn't make him feel any better about wasting supplies on him.

“B-but why should we waste the water? I-I’m… just a squire, it’s my fault I was bit anyway. I got in the way,” he mumbled, his eyes downcast and his posture hunched like he was trying to make himself disappear. You sighed, carefully grabbing his arm to inspect one last time.

“Well, it’s a good thing I get to decide what we waste supplies on,” you quipped, unable to stop yourself from smiling a little. It seemed to have reached your eyes, though, since Thaddeus looked up and gave you a small, but grateful smile back.

“I just… didn't expect a knight to care so much,” he disclosed, wringing his hands out. That made you stop for a moment.

You hadn’t realized how much you softened up in the past few hours since you were so hell-bent on hating him when he was first dropped off. Well, it was understandable that you’d wanted to hate him. He was a bully, as far as you remembered. But this man in front of you? You hardly recognized this obedient and meek facade he put on, but his ramblings and blind loyalty were still the same.

That was it, you realized: he was familiar. You didn't get much of that in the wasteland, save for some worn-down landmarks, so you’d covet it where you could. Even if you had once hated each other, it was better than nothing. Besides, maybe having an acquaintance out here wouldn’t be too bad. You would never admit it, but you kind of missed having someone to look after, even if he was supposed to be looking after you. You never did like accepting help, though, even when you so readily handed it out.

“I care about protecting people, even if the Brotherhood has more or less lost sight of that with their tech bullshit,” you offered, beginning to pour some water on the wound to wash away the partially dried blood. Thaddeus winced at the feeling, but he perked up at your comment.

“The Brotherhood does protect people, though. I mean, if we let everyone run around all willy-nilly with post-war technology all the time, there’d be no one left to protect after they all kill each other,” Thaddeus interjected nonchalantly, causing your expression to harden slightly.

He was wrong. With what you’ve seen at the airbase and out here in the field, the Brotherhood had completely lost its way. You had seen how your fellow knights gave no regard for anyone other than themselves, looting and killing where they deemed fit, pushing people around for their own benefit. You were unsure of what they had been like before your time, but now? It felt like you were part of a band of technologically scavenging warmongers.

You were one of the few who hadn’t bought into it, and Thaddeus was one of the many who did.

You bit your tongue while you focused on Thaddeus’ arm because God forbid you said something out of line and he reported it back to the officers. They’d have your head on a stick before dawn. You simply nodded, your brows furrowed as you inspected his now clean wound. The bleeding had slowed, but not stopped, and you could now see just how deep the dog had gotten.

“I’m gonna have to stitch some of this up,” you concluded, not missing the way Thaddeus started shaking as you switched out the bottle of water for the stimpack you’d retrieved earlier.

“Wh-what? Stitches? N-no. No, no, no, just the stimpack will be fine,” he squeaked, attempting to reel his arm back in. You held him in a firm grip, though, readying the stimpack in your other hand.

You gave him a frustrated glare. “It’ll heal faster if we stitch it.”

He shrunk back under your gaze, wanting to protest, but he knew that was a losing battle with you. You took his silence as compliance, and while he was looking away, you quickly jabbed his arm with the stimpack. He yelped, nearly jumping to his feet, but you expected that reaction and held him down.

“What the hell, man!” He squawked, his voice cracking from the pitch it was at. “Give a man a warning, Jesus!”

“I find it’s worse if you know it’s coming,” you shrugged, discarding the empty stimpack and digging in the pack again for some needle and thread. You could’ve sworn you heard Thaddeus whimper in fear while you were practically shoulder-deep in the big ass bag he brought with him. For someone who you thought would’ve seen much worse, he was very squeamish.

That proved stitching his wound to be difficult.

The process was arduous with Thaddeus twitching and shrieking every time you made a new stitch, and he needed quite a few of them. You were just about ready to take back everything you’d previously thought about, one complaint away from hitting him over the head and leaving him here.

“There, you big baby. We’re done,” you grumbled, cutting the extra thread with your pocket knife and quickly bandaging up his arm. He loudly sighed in relief, slumping over with exhaustion.

“Oh, thank God,” he whined, sounding like he was on the verge of tears, “that was horrible.” He snatched his arm back when you were finally done, running his fingers along the starchy fabric as if it would stop the stinging sensation below it

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, putting all of the supplies you had used back in the pack, and marched off to start a fire. Thaddeus watched you go, chewing on the inside of his cheek before rising to his feet to follow you.

The fire wasn’t hard to start up on your own—you’d done so hundreds of times before—but Thaddeus’ eyes burning into the back of your head had you on edge. A simple glare up at him had him scrambling, averting his gaze as he turned his body around altogether. It wasn’t long before you had a fire going, and had cooked some of the rations packed in Thaddeus’ bag.

The two of you sat down on opposite rocks with food in hand, the fire between you and illuminating your faces. Thaddeus fiddled with his utensil as silence fell over the two of you, seeming to mull something over in his mind before piping up: “Um… so… how long have you been working with the Brotherhood?”

You debated indulging in his questions as you carefully maneuvered a spoonful of corn under your makeshift mask and into your mouth. “Since I was a kid.” You relented, your voice quiet but firm. “Some knights picked me up off the side of the road when I was twelve or so,”

Thaddeus perked up at the new information. “Oh? I’ve-I’ve been with them for a long time, too, but I… don’t ever recall hearing about you. You… were stationed at the airbase, right?”

You paused, intently staring down at your rations. Should you tell him? The last thing you wanted was to spook him off, and you were not in the mood to warm up to another squire. Your gaze flickered back up to Thaddeus, who was staring at you with a tentative expression of fear that he’d yet again pushed his questions too far.

“I was. Maybe we just never crossed paths. I tended to keep to myself.” You shrugged, shovelling another spoonful of corn into your mouth. “I also didn't stick around for very long. I was maybe… sixteen when the Elder Cleric sent me off-base to train for knighthood.”

That part was mostly true, aside from the fact that you’d just blatantly lied about the two of you not knowing each other. Apparently, the Elder Cleric had seen “promise” in you after your altercation with Thaddeus, keeping a close eye on you until he decided you were cut out to be a knight a couple of years later.

“What? How come you didn’t get a ceremony? Or-or a send-off?” Thaddeus questioned, and now you were kicking yourself for saying anything.

“I did get a ceremony, it just wasn't public,” you grumbled, trying so hard to keep him off of your trail.

Thaddeus furrowed his brows. ”That’s weird.”

“You’re weird,” you fired back nonchalantly.

Thaddeus scrunched up his nose at your response before huffing out a laugh, shaking his head as he prodded at his food. “That makes two of us, then.”

It was your turn to snicker, the sound abrupt and quiet as you tried to hold it back the best you could. Thaddeus still heard it, though, and the giant grin on his face was enough to tell you that.

“I-I’m not weird.” You fumbled to recover, but you knew you weren’t wiping that smug smile off of Thaddeus’ face anytime soon.

“Suure,” Thaddeus hummed, finally taking his first bite of food, “That’s why you insisted on patching up my arm even though you could’ve just stuck a stimpak into it and called it a day.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Oh, God forbid I take care of someone’s wounds. I didn’t know that giving medical aid was illegal now,” you joked, pulling another giddy laugh from Thaddeus.

You settled into a comfortable silence this time, and that soft smile lingered on your face as you stared down at your rations. This felt… nice. It had been so long since the last time you opened up like this with anyone. The back-and-forth banter was something you missed about being friendly with people, especially when everyone you’d met since taking up the knight mantle either ran in terror or tried to attack you.

As if on cue, Thaddeus jolted as he remembered something. “Oh! You should brand me!” He exclaimed excitedly, causing you to immediately lose any peace you had just gained as you frowned behind your handkerchief.

“Oh, fuck no. Do you even know how bad it hurts?” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose at the suggestion. Your last squire had insisted on being branded, too. When you had finally relented and gone through with it, he screamed like a little girl and wouldn’t stop complaining about how much it hurt for at least three days afterwards.

Thaddeus put on his best pouty face at your denial. “Come on, it's tradition! To show my devotion to you!” He whined, and an odd feeling holed up in your chest from him saying he was devoted to you. “And I-I’m not officially your squire until you brand me!” Well, at least it was a better reason than your previous squire’s: he had just wanted to show it off to his friends the next time he was on base.

You pushed that worming feeling in your chest aside and glared at Thaddeus, but he didn’t shrink back this time. In fact, it almost encouraged him as he leaned forward with his hands linked together in a pleading gesture. “Please?”

You sighed heavily, unable to say no to his big blue puppy-dog eyes. You set your rations down and dragged your hands down your face before begrudgingly rising to your feet and trudging back over to your power armour. Thaddeus whooped obnoxiously behind you, putting a slight smile back on your face as you stepped into your armour. It whirred back to life as the back hatch closed, and you tested out the arms before walking back over to the fire.

Thaddeus watched intently as you stuck the tip of your hand guard into the hot flames, the metal ‘M’ and the area surrounding it heating up and turning a dangerous red. Once you started to feel the heat through your gauntlet, you pulled your hand back and turned to Thaddeus, who had immediately swivelled around so that you had access to his back.

Your hand wavered as you tried to recall the words of the declaration used for branding. You got it, mostly, and recited the words plainly: ”Thaddeus, it is your most sacred duty to protect the Brotherhood. After which, it is your most sacred duty to protect… me, Knight Mire.” You paused briefly while speaking, feeling like you were forgetting another sacred duty. After a moment of thinking, you still couldn’t recall what it could’ve been. Ah, forget it. If you couldn’t remember it, it was probably dumb anyway. You continued: “Do you accept?”

“Oh, yeah. You bet I do,” Thaddeus chuckled, showing no sign of discomfort or fear. You shrugged at this; maybe it would go better than you thought.

“Okay, hold still,” you concluded before pressing the back of your hot gauntlet to Thaddeus’ back. You jolted when he suddenly let out the most high-pitched scream you think you’d ever heard from him, but you made sure to keep your gauntlet still to prevent fucking up the brand. Shouts and groans spilled from Thaddeus’ lips as his skin continued to sizzle, but he miraculously kept still with deep breaths between each pained noise. You were almost worried he’d pass out from whatever pain he was feeling to have him react this strongly.

“Hold on, hold on, it’s almost done,” you quickly reassured, your stomach starting to flip at the sight and sound of this whole process. Branding was never something you particularly liked to witness. After another second or two, you pulled back your hand, causing Thaddeus to loudly sigh in relief as he fell forward onto his knees. He continued to heave and groan, shakily crawling over to one of the rocks and sitting up against it, careful not to aggravate his fresh brand. He laughed a bit, and when you could finally catch a glimpse of his face, he had the biggest grin stretched across it, which surprised you. It seemed like he… enjoyed it.

Thaddeus reached a hand back to hover over the brand, but he quickly reeled it back when he felt heat still radiating off of it. “Woo, still pretty hot,” he noted, his hand falling back into his lap. He glanced back over to you, his smile never faltering. “Thank you, Knight Mire.”

You were a bit perplexed at Thaddeus’ joyous mood, freezing you in place as you tried to process the fact that he was talking to you. Any squire you had branded previously—in a ceremony or otherwise—would either be still reeling in pain, giving you a death stare, or complaining about how much it hurt. “Um, you’re… welcome? I guess?” You answered hesitantly, stepping back to exit your armour again.

“Man, we need a duo name now!” Thaddeus exclaimed, and before you could protest the dumbest idea you’d heard in months, he had already started thinking aloud. “Thaddeus and Mire, the- umm,” Thaddeus put a shaky finger to his lips, attempting to conjure up a name for the two of you. You promptly rolled your eyes, sitting down and running the idea over in your head before you blurted out:

“Trademark. We’re trademarked.”

Thaddeus paused, looking at you with a puzzled expression before it clicked. “Oh my god, you’re right! TM! We’re the trademark boys, yeah!” He shouted happily, throwing his fists up in the air with a gleeful expression.

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you at his exclamation. It sounded much more ridiculous coming from him, especially with how excited he was about it.

“What, so we’re like… The Trademark Boys with a TM on top of it? The Trademark Boys trademarked?” You jested, deciding to entertain the incredibly ridiculous thought.

Thaddeus pointed a finger at you, glad that you were catching on. “Exactly!”

“That’s… that's so stupid,” you sighed with a small laugh, shaking your head and pinching the bridge of your nose again.

“No, it’s genius,” Thaddeus corrected with a smirk, shrugging his red button-up shirt back on while making sure it didn't drag against his brand.

You rolled your eyes at him, returning to your half finished rations in a more joyful mood than you think you'd ever been in.

“Whatever you say, Thaddeus.”

[illegalvampire]

ILLEGALVAMPIRE / VAMPYRL0SER MASTERPOST

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Q - What fandoms do you write for? A - I write for the Detroit: Become Human fandom primarily. If another piece of media captivates me, who knows! I might write for that.

Q - When do you update fics? A - Smaller fics (like one-shots, mini-fics, short stories, etc.) I tend to drop all at once, whereas longer ones will typically receive updates whenever I can add them. I don't really have a solid upload schedule rn. I will update this post every time I post/update a fic. (Last edit: 02/23/25)

Q - How frequently do you write new fics? A - Whenever I have a new idea that I want to expand on! Normally, if I start a long fic, I try to finish it before I start another long fic. But I might drop a one-shot here or there, who knows!

Q - What should I do if I like a fic of yours? A - PLEASE let me know! I adore seeing people's comments, kudos, tags on a reblog, etc. <3

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"bleeding heart"

✦ Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

✦ Rating: M

✦ Category: M/M

✦ Relationship: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed (Reed900)

✦ Words: 7925, ~39 min read

✦ Parts: 1/1 (COMPLETE!)

✦ Published: February 23, 2025

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✦ Tags:

Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Blood and Injury, graphic descriptions of wounds, Medical Inaccuracies, look I'm just a reed900 enjoyer not a med student, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Making Out, Upgraded Connor | RK900 is Called Nines, Gay Disaster Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Bad at Feelings, Gavin Reed Being Less of an Asshole, Gavin "toxic masculinity" Reed, Gavin Reed Needs a Hug, something something treating wounds as a metaphor for emotional intimacy, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, brief use of firearm, Possessive Upgraded Connor | RK900, Kind Of, no beta we die like connor rk800

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✦ Summary:

"There is nothing noble about suffering in silence, Gavin," Nines says suddenly.

The comment catches Gavin off guard - he hesitates a moment before he replies. “What?”

“You are in pain, yet you refuse to vocalize it. Why?”

Gavin laughs - that false, defensive laugh he uses to get someone off of his ass. “I’m not a fuckin’ pussy, Nines."

or

After finding Gavin severely injured in an alley, Nines sees to it that his wounds are properly treated. Gavin makes that very difficult.

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"Breaking the Ice"

✦ Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

✦ Rating: T

✦ Category: M/M

✦ Relationship: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed (Reed900)

✦ Words: 5891, ~29 min read

✦ Parts: 1/1 (COMPLETE!)

✦ Published: February 14, 2025

✦ Event: DBH Kisscam - Valentine's Day 2025

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✦ Tags:

Gay Disaster Upgraded Connor | RK900, no seriously he is sooo so gay you don't understand, Upgraded Connor | RK900 is Called Nines, Gavin Reed Being Less of an Asshole, Hockey, look I don't know shit about hockey I'm fighting for my life out here, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Public Display of Affection, Getting Together

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✦ Summary:

Gavin Reed loves hockey. Nines does not love hockey... but he loves Gavin Reed. So, when Gavin invites him to watch a hockey game with him, who would he be to refuse?

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"There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays"

✦ Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

✦ Rating: T

✦ Category: M/M

✦ Relationship: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed (Reed900)

✦ Words: 15,171, ~1 hr 15 min read

✦ Parts: 3/? (ONGOING - PAUSED UNTIL NEXT XMAS)

✦ Last Updated: Dec 27, 2024

✦ Event: Christmas 2024

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✦ Tags:

Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Half-Siblings, Upgraded Connor | RK900 is Called Nines, Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Family Reunions, Family Drama, Established Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Mental Health Issues, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Smoking, Self-Worth Issues, Gavin Reed Needs a Hug, Sixty is a bitch, connor is a good brother, Nines is trying his best, Elijah Kamski is the okayest guy ever, Gavin Reed Being Less of an Asshole, POV Alternating, POV Third Person, this fic has been living rent free in my head for days, Chapters are Christmas Songs, Christmas, Christmas Music, this fic is my christmas gift to myself, No Beta We Die Like Connor

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✦ Summary:

Nines has never really celebrated Christmas before. Sure, he was activated in November 2038, he’s seen a Christmas pass, but he’s never celebrated the holiday. With the conflict between his brothers, he doesn’t know if there will be very much in the way of Christmas this year.

Gavin’s family holds an annual Christmas reunion in Minnesota. With his mother’s health declining, the family doesn’t know how many more Christmases she has. This year’s holiday is especially important. Every member of Gavin’s family will be there - hell, even Elijah found the time to come home.

When Gavin invites Nines to come with him to Minnesota, Nines is eager to go, desperate to make a good impression, and hopefully help to mend Gavin’s decaying reputation. He needs to prove a point, not just to Gavin’s family, but to himself, that he deserves this. That he deserves a domestic life, to enjoy a holiday just like everyone else.

Gavin needs to prove to his family that he deserves to be here just as much as everyone else - that he’s not a disgrace to the family. He needs to prove that he can change, that he has changed, and that he’s not the hotheaded, alcoholic asshole that he was years ago.

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"Happy Birthday, Gavin Reed!"

✦ Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

✦ Rating: T

✦ Category: M/M

✦ Relationship: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed (Reed900)

✦ Words: 6,527, ~32 min read

✦ Parts: 3/3 (COMPLETE!)

✦ Published: Oct. 7, 2024 (Wattpad), Nov. 28, 2024 (Ao3)

✦ Event: Gavin Reed’s Birthday 2024 (Oct. 7, 2024)

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✦ Tags:

Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), does this count as fluff? i'm counting it, Fluff, Surprise Party, Birthday Party, brief mention of firearm, Insecurity, Self-Esteem Issues, POV Alternating, POV Third Person, RK brothers being dorks, Hank and Gavin are Gen Z and it shows, gavin needs to stop being a little bitch and accept affection!!!

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✦ Summary:

Detective Gavin Reed hasn't celebrated a birthday since his 21st, which he spent getting piss-drunk at some random bar - an activity he doesn't need a special occasion for anymore. Honestly, he doesn't give a shit about the day anymore. It's just the day that marks him getting one year older, one year closer to death. No big deal.

Nines, an RK900 model android and Gavin's partner, is deeply fascinated by human traditions. When he learns that Gavin doesn't like to celebrate his birthday, Nines takes it upon himself to change that. He's going to throw Gavin the best goddamn surprise party the world has ever seen.

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[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober day 3: Eddie/Billy

& hate sex (or maybe just like irritated sex with banter, I tried)

read on ao3

MDNI - rated E - cws under the cut

“I hate that asshole. Look at him with his dumb hair and- and his goddamn collarbones.”

Jeff turned and mouthed collarbones? to Gareth who just barely suppressed his snickering. 

“I can’t wait until this fuckin’ shitty tour is over. I can’t stand looking at him.”

cw: anal sex and fingering, biting

Corroded Coffin and Billy Hargrove’s band Celestial Insanity were opening for a relatively well known local rock band on their tour. It had been a really big break for Corroded Coffin and they’d accepted the gig immediately before realizing their rival band had also been tagged. 

Night after night they’d had to perform then trade places with Billy and his bandmates. No one was more aggravated about this than Eddie. 

“If he throws his damn sticks in the air again I swear I’m going to shove them so far down his throat-“

“You realize none of these things you’re saying are very insulting or um, threatening, right? It mostly sounds like you wanna fu-“ Eddie shoved past Gareth and walked to his van. 

Ranting to himself and pounding his fists against the steering wheel to the beat of his loud music, at first he didn’t hear the knocking on his window. He let out a very manly squeal and jumped before turning to see none other than Billy fucking Hargrove next to his van. Rolling his eyes, he rolled the window down. 

“What?”

“You’re giving me a ride back to the motel.”

He sputtered. “Why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because my band left me and your band left you… seems like we got set up.”

Eddie slammed his head against his steering wheel a few times. “God.” Thunk. “Fucking.” Thunk. “Dammit.” He looked back over at Billy. “Get in. And don’t say anything. God I hate them.”

For his part, Billy didn’t say anything as they drove through the deserted town. It was past three o’clock in the morning and the only thing happening around here had been the concert that was now over. When Eddie pulled into the parking lot, he looked around and Billy copied him. 

“Where did they go then?” None of the band’s vehicles were there. “What the fuck is happening?” He turned to look at Billy. “Do you have a room key?”

“Nope.” Billy grunted, then sighed, leaning his seat back and making himself comfortable. He looked about ten seconds away from putting his feet up on his dash.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He fought hard against the impulse to open the door and physically throw him out of his van. 

“Well I guess we have to wait it out, huh? Whatever game your boys have cooked up.”

“My? Oh no. Oh shit. I’m going to fucking kill him.” He scrubbed his hands across his face. “C’mon, I have a fucking room key. I’m not letting you corrupt Lucille any more than you already have.”

“You named your van Lucille?” Billy chuckled. 

“Shut up! Just shut up and we’re going to go to sleep and deal with my asshole friends in the morning.” He lead him to their room and even held the door very politely open for him. Then made faces and stuck his tongue out at him behind his back. No one ever said he was mature. 

“Rock paper scissors for the bed or what?” Billy asked. 

He sighed. He was so tired. It was his fucking bed. Why did he have to do this?

“I don’t care, man, take the bed. I could sleep on a bed of nails right now.”

“We can just share. We’re not babies.”

They both shrugged and shedded layers and shoes until they found themselves under the covers. Together. 

“Man get on your side,” Billy shoved his shoulder. 

“Don’t fuckin’ shove me, dick!” He shoved him back. 

They continued shoving each other until suddenly Billy was hovering above him, staring down at him. He repositioned his hips and their hard lengths were shoved together. Eddie reached up to hook a hand around his neck and pull him down, meeting him in a rough kiss. It was more teeth and tongue than lips, but it felt right. Throwing all of his frustrations into it, until Billy pushed his hips down into his and they both groaned and stared at each other. 

“Do you have-“

“My backpack,” he threw his arm towards the dresser. 

Billy smirked at him as he got up. “Naughty.”

“Fuck you.” He spat. 

“Nah, fuck you, Munson,” holding up the bottle of lube. It shouldn’t have made his dick twitch but this thing he’d been harboring for his rival had never made logical sense. 

“Just get the fuck over here already.”

Eddie clenched his teeth as he received a cursory at best preparation, but he savored the burn. The burn kept him centered and fueled the hatred in his chest. At least Billy kept his mouth shut as he scissored his fingers around. He pulled out and they made eye contact as he slid a condom on and lubed his cock. Billy’s eyes didn’t leave him as he pushed his thighs back and apart. They were dark and brooding and Eddie finally had to break the connection to look away. 

He leaned forward to grab onto the headboard as he pressed forward gently.

“Let’s go, Hargrove, like you fuckin’ mean it.” He hissed. He couldn’t handle Billy being gentle with him. Everything in him was crying out for a brutal pace. 

Billy scowled and snapped his hips. “Bite me, asshole,” he snapped. 

“Come here and I will.”

He met him in a ferocious kiss, Eddie sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down hard. Eddie cried out as he was fucked into the headboard, having to throw an arm above him to push back against the onslaught. 

He snaked his other hand up into Billy’s hair to hold his face to his. He didn’t need to hear anything that came from his mouth. Or any comments about the little noises he was currently fucking out of him. He was already closer to coming than he’d care to admit. 

Billy wrenched his mouth away and Eddie shot up to sink his teeth into one of his infuriating collarbones. He relished the yelp that he received as he worried his teeth into it.

Suddenly he cried out with his own embarrassing noise as Billy sunk his teeth into his shoulder. Turnabout was fair play or whatever. 

The pain gave him another sensation to focus on and he smirked against his skin as he used the burst of aggression to flip them over. 

“Oh fuck,” Billy groaned as he sunk back down onto his cock. 

He grabbed his own leaking dick as he fucked himself down hard. Sex had never felt like this before. Irritation had never been a buildup to getting off before. 

“Shit. I’m gunna- oh fuck-“ he groaned as he tugged roughly at his dick. Billy grabbed his hips and thrust up  sharply, making Eddie see stars as his prostate was hit again and again.

Billy sunk his nails into him and clenched his eyes shut. He tried not to gasp as he felt his dick pulse inside of him. They refused to look at each other as they rode out their orgasms but Eddie had to look down as he slid himself off his lap and collapsed beside him.

“There’s a joke here about you being a pain in my ass. Give me a second and I’ll have it,” he panted. 

“Good to know you’re just as insufferable after you’ve been fucked sideways, Munson.” 

He huffed a laugh, taking sick satisfaction in Billy’s labored breathing. “Shut up.”

This was an anon request… if you wanted to request things 👀

@lighthousebeams

[aggravateddurian]

Last sentence [or four... or more than four] game

@theviridianbunny tagged me in this writing tag game- like Bunny, I have absolutely no idea what the rules are. So, I'm going to do what they did and post a chapter from my rewrite of Brother's Shadow, in fact, I'm just gonna post half the prologue, featuring Val, Vince and everyone's favourite bouncer, Rita!

This is part of the rewrite of Brother's Shadow I've been alluding to over the past week, but never got the chance to post because I've had the week from hell with no real time to rest or do anything thanks to work.

EXCERPT BELOW:

Val rested her shoulder against the wall, crossing her arms. Rita rested the end of her bat on her shoulder and side-eyed the merc, “Admirin’ the view, dollface?” “Y’know me, Rita. I’m an art connoisseur,” replied Val. Rita smirked, “Flirt.” The bouncer’s agent began to buzz, “What’s up?” “Rita, Saka dickhead being handsy with one of the girls. Need a choom to ‘remind’ him of the expectations,” replied the Mox on the other end. Rita shook her head, before turning to Val, “Hey, make yourself useful and educate our corpo friend why you keep your hands to yourself?” Val shrugged, “Got nothin’ else on, may as well.” Rita turned back to her agent, “Help’s on her way.” Val cracked her titanium-reinforced knuckles as she headed into the bar. A perturbed Mox was waiting for her inside, “Where is he?” She pointed to the man in the Arasaka suit sitting in the corner, his back to both Val and the Mox. He drank alone, as nobody sat with him. She narrowed her eyes, “Eyes on. Might wanna hold the door open for ‘im. Don’t think he’ll be walkin out on his own.” She stormed over to the corpo and placed a hand forcefully on his shoulder, “Hey, asshole.” The man turned around, “Who you callin’ an a…” he paused mid-sentence as his eyes locked with the merc’s. “Valerie?” Val rolled her eyes, “Vincent. What a fuckin’ surprise. Heard you’ve been feelin’ up the girls servin’ you drinks. The fuck did Rita tell you on the way in!?” Vincent, clearly inebriated, began to chuckle, “You’re with the fuckin’ Mox? Told you your future was as a doll or gangoon, see you chose both!” Val nonchalantly compressed his shoulder. He grimaced as her hydraulic-actuated hand began to crush bone and muscle alike, “See you’re still a cunt, and drunk,” she retorted, “Gonna do you a favour. Not gonna beat your ass like you deserve. But if me or the girls see you in here again, touchin’ the girls or bein’ otherwise a pain in the ass, I’ll rip your own dick off and beat you with it. ¿Entiendes?”

I'm gonna tag [no expectatiion attached]: @medtech-mara, @cinnamon-mey, @genocidalfetus (just tagging some people I've interacted with during my trying time/hell week). Thanks everyone!

[maddsmallow]

hi im gonna complain about people seeing hank and connor as father and son under the break so if you see them like that maybe dont read. like you do you but if this is gonna upset you then. dont fuckin read it lmao

if tumblr puts this in the fucking tags even tho i didnt tag it 1) im sorry, and 2) im gonna be fucking pissed im just trying to vent on my own got dang blog

cropped out the person who made these tags because i dont even know them and also im not a fucking asshole thats gonna put someone on blast like that but. this is the EXACT problem i have with hank and connor as father/son. i dont even mind connor seeing hank as a mentor or something like that (even tho i personally disagree with using the term "father figure"), but it's the "connor is like a new chance for hank to be a dad" that fucking gets me. do you not see all the different CANON reasons why that works completely against hank's character, and takes away connor's say in the whole situation?? hank IS a dad. he's a dad to a dead boy. basically his whole fuckin personality is him mourning over the loss of cole because he loves him SO much. you think he's gonna cling to the first mentee he's had since cole's death and immediately have him replace his dead fucking child? that's like, making hank give into some kind of fucked up delusion. that's mentol illness luv. imagine misunderstanding a character THAT badly.

and that isnt even getting into the whole "you're taking away all of connor's agency as a fully grown adult man" thing. he's not a child. he's an android that was activated only a few months ago, sure, but he was literally created to be like 27-33 or something. he deals with guns. he looks at pole dancers at the eden club. he works with murder scenes. you literally ARE taking away all of his agency as an adult man by seeing him as some little puppyboy that needs a dad to take care of him.

i mean of course you can take these characters and do whatever you want with them outside of canon, they're basically just barbie dolls lmao. but to claim that it's CANON that hank would think of connor as his own literal son, that he thinks that before the game's even over?? absolutely fucking not. those jokes of hank being like "who's my son?" and connor answering "me:)" and hank's relationship bar goes up, it's cute i guess but if that happened in the game? if that was a real choice in the game? hank would've shot connor without a second fucking thought. hell no hank would've thought connor was anything CLOSE to what cole was to him. hank straight up would've murdered the real connor and not even been upset about it when sixty told him so. david cage can eat my entire ass for agreeing that they're father and son, he just said that because he's a homophobic piece of shit, and that's literally the ONLY thing ever to point at them having that sort of relationship.

and i'm not gonna sit here and be like "but anyways here's all the reasons hank and connor are TOTALLY in love" because i dont actually think that's canon either. i'm just playing with them like barbie dolls lmao. my problem is people taking subtext that doesnt fucking exist of them being "like father and son" and claiming it's the be all end all of their whole relationship. their view of them as father and son is the ONLY way to see them. which is just not fucking true. there's NOTHING in canon to support them as being anything but close friends or enemies. that's it. and then they come onto these posts about hankcon, which obviously have NOTHING to do with them since they dont ship it, and tell the OP who ships them "fuck you." like?? you could have just scrolled. you could have just kept fucking scrolling. you fool. you moron. what happened to ship and let ship. just fucking move on, jesus christ. stop taking the time and effort out of your day to go out of your way to 1) make yourself upset by seeing this content and not just blacklisting it and blocking the posters, and 2) making someone else upset that you took the time to be a shithead on something that obviously wasn't even meant for you but made THEM happy. just stop !!! log off!! touch grass!! and this goes for hankcon shippers who do the same!! what the fuck is wrong with you!! we're all just here to vibe and love on these dork ass characters!!!!! fuck !!!!!!!!!!!

also it's super cringe when bryan dechart is playing the game and you're all screaming "wow best father son duo everrrrr" in the chat as if that also doesnt make bryan uncomfortable because he's gotta be super fucking careful about how he fuckin speaks about his character to everyone and not piss off all the rabid father-sonners by insinuating they're only friends. just. shut the fuck up. hankcon shippers who try to shove it in other people's faces also need to shut the fuck up. jesus fucking christ

IN OTHER WORDS. old man yells at cloud is basically me rn

^actual pic of me

anyways here's a cookie 🍪

[someonesweet007]

so you can think of all the stories about me and call me a bitch to my sister

Because she likes it and the gymnastics pussy will always be right up your alley

Asshole

Not you fish. Man that a war with me, thinking some sort of love game he watch pon.

"You liked it while I was in it", Mr. Putin, listen boss, every cancer child wants to play babies and work and love. Believe they are going to make it.

Then they become adults and realize the cancer is literally placed there,

By another human being,

And at this time if feels like that human being was you.

You and Maggie just tag team fi set it up and save pussy for later. Boss mi nah play your game. Fck your game.

I see why they let me keep being hurt.

Get off on same thing. Good sex with their wife when they get home, unless they are caught defending or protecting me.

Fuck you buddy.

Bump on China and watch what we do to you.

Bump on it. Empress princess nah bother with you. Fuckin bumbahole

[mari-positas]

the truth l a safe haven drabble

Jackson! Joel Miller x Female Reader

series masterlist

summary: Tommy and Joel have a talk about you at the Tipsy Bison; Joel finally tells his brother the truth about what really happened with the Fireflies in Salt Lake City.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. spoiler ish for the beginning scene in tlou part II; slight deviation from the canon game plot to fit the series. reader is not in this scene, she is only mentioned. minor descriptions of canon violence, concerned Joel, kind of angsty.

word count: 2.2k

The next evening, Joel finds himself at The Tipsy Bison after dinnertime—he’d needed a drink, and a fucking stiff one at that.

Ellie had holed herself up in her bedroom for most of the day, and she’d refused to come out and eat. Joel had left a plate for her outside of her bedroom door, but he knew just how goddamn stubborn she could be when she was feeling upset. He knew that when he went back home, her food would still be sitting outside of her door, cold and untouched. 

Sarah often used to do the same thing to him whenever she’d had a bad day at school or was just in one of those moods. 

Between Ellie’s behavior and what had happened at the party the night before, Joel’s mind is all over the fucking place—he’s worried about Ellie, but now he’s worried about you too. 

He hadn’t seen you all day, not even in passing. 

For a while, Joel had contemplated going into the stables to seek you out after patrol duty, but he’d decided against it, knowing good and well that Tommy would probably be keeping tabs on him over the next few days to make sure he was steering clear of you.

“Here you go, Miller.” Seth places a glass in front of him, the bourbon on the rocks he’d ordered. “I made it a double. That look on your face tells me you could use it.”

“Thanks,” Joel mumbles, accepting it without protest. He notices Esther behind the counter, on the opposite end of the bar. For a minute, he’d worried that she would be the one to serve him, but thankfully, Seth had beat her to it. Not wanting the woman to get any ideas about coming over to talk to him, Joel grabs his drink and leaves the counter, making his way over towards a small, round wooden table nestled over in the furthest corner of the bar, away from other patrons. He sits down, his broad back facing the entire room—his way of telling people that he’s not seeking any kind of company tonight.

But one person hadn’t gotten the hint.

“Mind if I join you?” Tommy’s voice comes from behind him.

Joel shrugs his shoulders, but says nothing.

He walks around, dropping into the chair across from him. He offers a joking smile as he drawls, “Ain’t you at least gonna offer to go and get your sweet little baby brother a drink?” 

Joel glowers at him, completely unamused. What he wanted to do more than anything was give his sweet little baby brother a good knock upside the fucking head.

Tommy’s jeering smile fades and he sighs. “Look, Joel. I wanted to talk to you ‘bout last night—”

Joel cuts him off, his voice curt. “Relax. I ain’t even seen her since yesterday, alright?” He doesn’t even bother masking his bitterness. “Got your message ‘bout her real loud and fuckin’ clear, Tommy.”

“I’m just tryin’ to look out for you,” he states with a small shake of his head. “I don’t want you makin’ some stupid mistake that could get you in trouble, or worse, thrown out of this place.” He lets out another sigh and leans back into his chair. “But I’m sorry for bein’ such a dick ‘bout it, okay?”

Mulling over the apology, Joel gripps his glass tightly in his hand, and after a minute, he finally brings his dark eyes to meet those of his younger brother. He lifts his glass up to his lips, taking a long sip of liquor before asking, “What all do you know ‘bout her and Luke?”

Tommy glares at him. “Really? I just fuckin’ apologized to you, asshole. Don’t make me fuckin’ take it back.”

“Just tell me what you know.”

“Joel why the hell do you—”

“Tommy, just fuckin’ tell me,” he all but demands through gritted teeth. “What exactly do you know ‘bout her and Luke?”

Tommy’s expression suddenly shifts from annoyed to confused. Against his better judgment, he starts to explain everything to Joel. “We brought Luke and his two nieces to Jackson a few years ago, and she and her father came along not all too long after that. Her and her old man were both in pretty bad shape when they first got here, but she was worse off. We honestly didn’t think she was gonna make it—but Luke, he took care of her, nursed her back to good health.” He reaches up, raking one of his hands through his jet black curls as he shrugs his shoulders. “Guess sparks flew or somethin’ because within a couple months, those two were a serious item—a few weeks later, they were exchangin’ vows and rings at the altar of the commune’s old church with Maria as their witness.”

“They ever have any problems?”

He hesitates. “Well, when her dad got sick, it put a strain on their marriage for a while. She just had a lot of shit to deal with, y’know? Her dad wanted her to take his place as the community’s vet and it was a lot of pressure—havin’ to learn all she had to learn in so little time. All the while, the poor man’s fuckin’ dyin’ right before her very eyes. Can’t imagine what that kinda stress would do to a relationship.” He shrugs once again, crossing his arms over his chest. “It was real rough, but after her father died two summers ago, things changed for the better in a weird way. Luke stepped up. He was there for her and he supported her through it all, y’know? Her father’s death brought them closer together.”

Joel chooses his next words as carefully as possible, although there’s really no subtle way to ask his next question. “He ever mistreat her?”

Tommy’s eyes widen and he whips his head around, as if making sure that nobody was around to overhear the nature of the conversation. “Joel, why in the fuck are you askin’ me this?” he hisses through clenched teeth. Suddenly, a worried look flashes over his gaze and he asks, “Where is this even comin’ from? She say somethin’ to you last night?”

“No, she didn’t,” he admits. “But there’s just somethin’ ‘bout Luke that doesn’t sit right with me, Tommy. Somethin’ ‘bout those two, it just ain’t right. I can feel it.”

“What do you mean?”

Joel hesitates once more. “Somethin’ ‘bout the way she just changed around him. It was like someone flipped a fuckin’ light switch. One minute she’s smilin’ and she’s enjoyin’ herself—but as soon as Luke came around, her smile was gone, Tommy. She didn’t look all too happy to see him when he showed up. She looked real uncomfortable.”

His brother peers at him. He doesn’t seem angry or upset. If anything, Joel could detect something a little closer to empathy in his expression. “Did you ever stop and think for a second that maybe, just maybe, it’s your jealousy talkin’ and makin’ you see what you wanna see?”

Joel stares at him, unsure of how to respond.

Of course he was jealous of Luke, because he had you and Joel didn’t—but he wasn’t stupid, and he sure as hell wasn’t fucking blind.

He knows what he saw.

“If there was a problem with Luke, she would tell me,” Tommy assures him with confidence. “She’s close to me and she’s even closer to Maria. I know for a damn fact that if he wasn’t treatin’ her right, she would come to us right away. She would tell us if somethin’ bad was goin’ on at home. But as far as I know, those two are fine. They’re happy.” He pauses briefly, searching for words of comfort for his brother. “I’m real sorry, Joel. I can tell you really like her and I don’t blame you. She’s a beautiful woman. She’s also as sweet as can be, so kind even after all the shit she’s been through—people like her are rare in a world like this one. Any man can fall in love with someone like her real easy if he ain’t careful.”

Tommy expects Joel to deny any kind of feelings towards you—part of him hopes he will. Much to his surprise, and his dread, he doesn’t. Leave it to Joel to develop some kind of affection for the one person, the one goddamn person he couldn’t fucking have. Hell, Esther, along with several other of the single and available women in the town had their sights on Joel. He could have his pick of the litter—and he fucking had eyes for you. The one woman who was already taken. 

“She’s off limits, big brother.” Tommy’s voice is firm. “She’s happily married to Luke. I’m sorry.”

“If you say so,” Joel mutters, taking another long sip of his bourbon. He doesn’t believe that you’re fine, not for a single fucking second. You weren’t fine, and you sure as hell weren’t fucking happy.

“Hey, I saw Ellie at the party last night. She looked like she was havin’ a real good time,” Tommy offers a change of subject. He smiles at him. “Seems like she even made herself a new friend, too. You must be pretty happy ‘bout that.”

Joel snorts into his glass. “That was short lived.”

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“She’s been actin’ strange today,” Joel confesses, feeling a dull ache in his chest. “Ellie’s been locked in her room all goddamn day and refuses to come out and talk to me. Her survivor’s guilt is too much for her sometimes, Tommy. As much as I try to be there for her, I don’t always know what the hell to do or even say when it rears its ugly fuckin’ head.” He quickly swallows the emotional lump rising in his throat. “She was so happy last night. She was enjoyin’ that party like any normal kid her age would. But as soon as we made it back home, I just knew she was feelin’ so bad about havin’ fun. I could tell her guilt was eatin’ her up alive. S’almost like Ellie feels like she doesn’t deserve it.”

“It ain’t her fault they gave up on a cure, Joel.”

“That’s the thing. They didn’t.” Joel whispers, so softly that the younger Miller almost hadn’t heard it. His throat bobs harshly. If he crosses this line, there’s no going back. “There’s somethin’ that I gotta tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know what happened,” Joel starts to say, a nervous edge to his tone. “I was s’pposed to take her to the Fireflies and then walk away.” He stops, looking down into the rich amber hues of his bourbon as he muses, “You go halfway across the country with someone—”

He trails off, shaking his head.

Tommy waits in silence for him to continue.

“Ellie needed her immunity to mean somethin’. It was her purpose, at least that’s how she felt.” Joel shrugs, fingers lightly tapping the sides of his glass. “Maybe I was startin’ to buy into that whole cure business. Maybe I just wanted to do right by her. I don’t know. Then we finally made it and we found the Fireflies. And because of Ellie, they were actually gonna make a cure.”

“Wait, what?” Tommy hisses in disbelief.

Meekly, he nods.

“The only catch was that it would kill her.”

“Jesus Christ, Joel,” Tommy murmurs. A sudden realization hits him and when he speaks again, his voice is strained. He knows where this is going. “What did you do?”

His reply is simple as he meets his gaze across the table.

 “I saved her.”

Joel takes a quick glance around, making sure that not a single soul is within earshot before he starts recounting the story of what had actually happened at the Firefly hospital in Salt Lake City. He spares no details, doesn’t try to sugarcoat how it had all gone down—he tells him the truth about how he had taken countless lives, including Marlene’s, in order to save Ellie. He confesses to mercilessly killing the one person who could have developed a cure and saved the world by putting a single bullet right through his skull.

“Goddamn,” Tommy utters quietly. “That’s—that is a lot. What does Ellie know?”

“I told her they just ran some tests on her.” Joel’s voice becomes thick with emotions as he admits, “I told her that her immunity meant nothin’ at all. I told her that there were dozens more like her.”

“And she believed you?”

“Didn’t say otherwise,” he replies. He sees it in his brother’s face— that he knows the real answer to that question, just like Joel does.

Tommy opens his mouth, then clamps it shut.

For once in his life, he’s at a complete loss for words.

“Listen, I know what kind of fuckin’ monster that you must think I am for what I did—”

“I don’t think that.” Tommy leans forward and he places his hand over Joel’s. “I get it, brother. Look I might know fatherhood yet—shit, my kid’s only the size of a fuckin’ peanut in my wife’s belly right now. But I get it, alright? If that would have been my child on that table in that operatin’ room, I would’ve made the same exact choice you did. I would have done whatever I had to in order to save my kid’s life.”

Joel’s eyes glisten with hot tears and he furiously blinks them back.

“I already lost one daughter, Tommy,” he chokes. “I wasn’t gonna lose another.”

Tommy firmly squeezes his hand. “I know, Joel.”

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” Joel says after a minute or two of silence. “Not even Maria.”

Tommy hesitates, not liking the idea of keeping yet another secret from his wife, but he agrees. “Alright.” He stands up from the table and nods over towards the door. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

[fineanddandy]

Lookin for a Hero

Part Two

Summary: Living with your new stepdad is beginning to get to you, so you have ways to deal with the…ache. But when a particular stranger comes along, offering you a place of refuge for a night, he comes with a couple of surprises…

Relationship: stepdad’s best friend!Bucky Barnes x black!YA!reader x stepdad!Steve Rogers

Warnings: graphic language, stepdad/stepdaughter relations, age gap, alcohol consumption, teasing, smut, sharing/tag team, threesome, unprotected sex, male masturbation, smut cliffhanger, 18+

A/N: this idea has been sitting on my list for a while so I decided to ride the inspo to see where it would take me. OOPS! Looks like there’s going to be a part two…cuz I feel like being evil 😈 shoutout my mans Prince for that line at the end 🙃😏😘

Lately, you were feeling weird about coming home on the weekends to visit. Home life had changed and you had a hard time adjusting. Steve had moved in with your mom and although they’d been together for a while now, something about him being in the house was just…off-putting. There was nothing wrong with him; he was really good to your mom and maybe…on occasion…a little too good to you. In the past, you didn’t mind the minor flirting; maybe Steve was just being a nice guy but now when you come visit, you’ve been catching him…lingering. Especially when your mom wasn’t around. Stare, bite and lick his plump bottom lip at you, fine, but then he started to spend more time getting to know you. Alone, late at night, sometimes with a couple of beers. Vibes were constantly weird between you guys…and you didn’t want to disrespect your mom but if Steve didn’t chill, you might do something about his subtle advances.

To avoid his heat, you’d go out with a couple of friends who still lived in town, and drunkenly take your sexual frustrations out on total strangers. Something to get take edge off. Sometimes Steve would get you so worked up just by sitting all close, silently breathing down your neck. All it took. His angered silent treatment was just as hot. He hated when you’d come home all fucked up, reeking of alcohol and some guy’s shitty cologne. Reprimanding you with that grueling Captain America glare as he’d drag you to your room before your mom busted you. Then not speaking to you until you came strutting by in something to catch his eye. Although the game was only played a few times a month, you and Steve were pretty much addicted to the chase.

It’s a good night out with your homies, tossing back tequila shots and catching up about life. You had a fantastic buzz going, scanning the bar for your a new prospect. Tonight, dude’s gotta be smokin to curb your Steve fever he ran you so fuckin hot before you left the house.

“What kind of top is this?” He asked in a hush, tugging on your tattered tank top as he pushed you into the front door. “Barely covers your tits.” Gazing down at your cleavage Steve grazed his hard on across your warm crotch with a nasty smirk, tempted to grope your heaving breast but his massive hand just hovered there.

“Kinda the point Steve.” You stared at his hand, waiting for him to make a move but after a minute of nothing you scoffed a laugh and pushed him off you. “Don’t wait up…pop.”

He was getting bolder, a lot more brazen with his intentions, which made living with him lately a little dangerous. Hence why tonight, your next victim needs to be just as big and fine as your asshole stepdad who won’t let up. But no one’s caught your eye just yet so you order you and friends another round. And another round. Aaand another round until it’s late and everyone’s drunk ready to call it. Not you, because you know who’s waiting for you at home. You’re lowkey begging them not to go just yet, just one more, but they head for the exit with sincerest apologies.

Pouting to yourself, you debate your next move. Go home drunk to Steve and possibly fuck him under your mom’s nose? Or call up one of your repeats to handle your needs? Either way you need to book a ride out of here soon.

“Oh hold on there hun.” Some random guy catches you stumbling up out of your chair. “You’re ok. I got you…”

Something familiar about his voice, his smell as you turn your chin up to see if you recognize this man helping you out the door.

“Who…?” Your visions blurry but his vivid steel blue eyes stand out, his cool gaze curtained by his long brown hair. “Do I know…?”

He smiles, answering your question with a vague, “just a nice guy.”

You blow a noisy wet raspberry through your puckered lips, waving a flimsy hand. “No such thing.”

He chuckles at your drunken stupor, helping you get into the passenger seat of his truck. It’d be best to get you home but he was told to hold on to you for a while. Once he’s got you buckled in, he pulls out his phone to text:

Got her she’s good…drunk but good…

“Trust me.” He hops into the drivers seat with a wink, dropping his phone into an empty cup holder.

“Says the strange man who just put me in his truck. No name. Nothin.” It’s not like you put up much of a fight but…just sayin…only so much blind trust drunk you can give. His truck comes on with a deafening roar.

“Alright. I’m a friend.”

Another vague answer. “Of whose exactly?” You space out the window, gazing up at the stars with droopy lids. They dazzle like your mysterious stranger’s, imagining his pretty eyes peering into your soul like from earlier. Slipping into an intoxicating fantasy with a weighted sigh you hear him faintly mention over the image of him crawling up your squirming body,

“Guess you’d refer to me a friend of your stepdad…”

Wait, what?! Your daydream dissolves away as you come back down to earth, snapping your neck back over your shoulder.

“Oh fuck. Steve? You—you know Steve?” You blink, not expecting that. “Yeah, uh, Steve’s my—he’s my—married to my—fuck!” That’s when it dawns on you, who he is, how you fuckin know him! Gawking at him with your jaw dropped as he just chuckles at you. “Oh! Bucky! Oh hell you’re Bucky!” You’d seen pictures, heard stories but never actually met him damn. Now you’re really freaked, afraid that he’ll snitch on you. “Oh god…don’t. Don’t tell Steve ok he’ll go ballistic! He hates when I go home drunk with random dudes.” You beg clutching onto his giant bicep. “But—but you’re not a random dude you’re like his best friend! Oh god please Bucky.”

Bucky’s phone quietly vibrates in the console as you beg for his secrecy. A text from Steve illuminates his screen.

“Relax, relax hun I won’t say a word.” He lies through a toothy smile, patting your stressed hand as you sit back.

“Dude thank you.” You rest your hand over your racing heart with a sigh. “Can you not take me home? I really don’t want to hear his lecture…” or feel the weight of unbearable sexual tension in your chest as Steve growls, pinning you down to your bed. You gulp a desperate knot as a chill scatters down your spine. It’s for the best.

“Sure, we can go back to mine.” Bucky pleasantly hums to himself gripping the steering wheel. “Have a drink, get to know one other.”

Sounds perfect. You drop your coy gaze down his rugged profile, and assess the grown man sitting beside you. Bucky could do. Sure he’s Steve’s bestie, a little too close to home, but you’re picking up the same weird vibes off him that you do when you’re home alone with your stepdad. At least with him, you could get away with fuckin him guilt free. Tell Steve you didn’t know who he was until after the fact. You were so drunk anyway.

Come to my place…

“How come I’ve never met you before?”

Drink in hand, you trip over your feet as you take a round about his room, enjoying the heat of sultry glare following you.

“Not around a whole lot.” Bucky simply explains. “But Steve speaks…highly…of you.”

“Oh?” He catches you by surprise, abruptly turning your head. “Does he now?”

“Of course.” Bucky purrs, drinks, “so beautiful, so smart. Stubborn…but sweet.”

Eyes locked he carefully watches you strut over to him on the couch, sensually licking the whisky off his bottom lip. Dropping his knees even further apart, inviting you into his space with a sexy grin.

“Is that all?” You ask into your glass tossing back the rest of your drink, sitting it down before you take your time falling to your hands and knees. His stormy grey eyes are so vivid they’re damn near hypnotic and with each devious step you take, the further you lose yourself in his darkening glint.

Of course he’s said more but all of that will come to light with time. Bucky slowly draws up off the back of the couch and rests his elbows on his thighs, leaning over to meet you face to face.

“Isn’t that enough?” He asks softly, nudging your chin with his warm knuckle. “Trouble at home hun?”

You flinch a confused frown and reach for his pouty lips, relishing in his warm huffs of breath. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Did he know? Would Steve confess his burdens to him like that? You can’t tell him you didn’t want to start any drama.

“Then why are you here?” A shaky sigh leaves your parted lips. Bucky affectionately brushes the tip of your nose with his, tipping your chin higher to be a little closer. Stray strands of his soft hair curtains his wrinkled eyes tickle your burning skin. His stubble prickling at your trembling chin. Gasping hard, you’re dying to be kissed but Bucky holds you still. “Lookin for a hero?”

“Something like that.” you pant, swallow a tiny whimper, sinking deeper into his steamy murky eyes. “Need a little help.”

Clenching his thighs you shove yourself off your knees and straddle him, pushing him back into cushions with a mischievous smirk. With both hands, Bucky palms your rocking ass with a mild groan, gripping you with a bite of his bottom lip. Batting his lashes up at you faintly gasping as you wind your hips over his hard on, cradling his scruffy jawline. Him now mesmerized by your beautiful seductive eyes, your devilish smile twitching with every circle of your waist.

“How…” he lowly growls with a roll of his neck, bucking off the seat, tugging you harder onto his hot lap.

“Fuck me Bucky.” you beg of him unbuckling his belt. Fuck Steve out of your system, you almost cried ripping his pants button and fly open. “Help me forget.”

Bucky inhales a harsh, raspy gasp as you fist his dick, tenderly pulling him out and immediately jerking him off. He sounds so good squirming underneath you you moan along with him, rolling the pad of your thumb around his dripping slit. Folds tingling and damp in your skin tight jeans dying to be touched. Your free hand cups his flushed cheek, admiring his dropped jaw, his pinched brow as he calls out to you.

“Oh shit hun…shit…”

Resting his head back with droopy lids Bucky let’s you take him, fixated on your fist attentively stroking his veiny girth.

“Fuck you’re so big.” So big your mouth waters as you join in watching his dick throb between your tight fingers. Opening your mouth over his lap, you dangle your tongue out and drool all down its head and your boney knuckles gliding over his taught skin.

“Awwwwfuuuuck.” Bucky chokes on an erotic groan, rolling his eyes into the back of his skull.

“Dunno if I can take all of you,” you whisper against his lips, stroking him faster, harder, kissing back all his longing groans, “might be too much.”

Shit he wouldn’t have guessed that this kind of girl was inside you when talkin to Steve. Damn near cock starved and it had to be all his fault. All his ruthless teasing had you wild out in these streets. Looks like Steve had a right to be worried…and he really needs to put you down soon. As for now though, Bucky will take care of that for him. He soothes his gloved hand around to your front, pinching the button a loose.

“Mmm let’s fuckin find out.”

Bucky damn near rips your skinny jeans off you, forcing you to stand so he can tear them down to your ankles as you breathlessly yank off your shirt. Tossing it across the room before you’re pulling at the collar of his shirt, anxiously clawing it up his back until you reveal him totally ripped, and heaving. His giant vibranium arm glistening in the low light. You can’t help but trace your fingers down the cool metal, wander at him with bated breaths. As you marvel, Bucky takes you by the hips and jerks you back on top of him.

“Like what you see hun?” He comments about your gaping with a smirk, easing you towards his rigid cock thrilled to be near your fluttering folds.

Nodding urgently you bite back a moan, the tip of his dick traces up and down your slit. He’s hotter than Steve. Fuck, you want him to be hotter than Steve but really you can’t tell who’s. Something about them both…you can’t explain it but they both had you stuck.

“Oh my god!” You gasp clutching the back of the couch as Bucky busts through and just the tip has you gushing. “Oh god you’re so fuckin hot Bucky!”

The more he fills your rippling walls, the wetter you get and within a snap, he’s filled you to the brim with a surprised gasp. Sloppily kissing up and down your neck Bucky’s so proud of you.

“There you go hun, yeah baby,” he congratulates in a hush, nipping at your skin as he slightly pumps you. “Feels good doesn’t it…”

You fist and pull his hair, every inch of you on fire. “So fuckin good!” You scratch his scalp as he rocks your hips back and forth for you. “Oh fuck use me. Use me Bucky please.”

Those words you fantasized about using on Steve. God most nights when you came home drunk that’s what you wanted. For Steve to take you, fuck you senseless. Forcing you to be quiet with his massive hand over your wailing mouth so you won’t wake your mom. Fuck what you wouldn’t do for his dick to be inside you just once, fucking you with finesse like his best friend here.

“Jesus Christ!” You shiver as Bucky pops his hips into your creamy pussy.

“Don’t think about him.” Bucky grumbles grabbing you by the back of your neck, pulling you in for a hard passionate kiss. Him? How does he know… “I’m fucking you. Not Steve.” He picks up the pace, hissing at your puckered lips.

“What-” You try to ask but you’re distracted by Bucky playing at your clit. Distracted by a familiar voice coming through the door.

“Not much longer.”

Whipping your head around with a dropped jaw you find Steve coming towards you and Bucky with a sick grin, unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out his shoes.

“FUCK! Steve! Oh my god!” You whimper at Bucky biting and sucking at your nipple, distracting you again from your confusion. His tongue feels insane swirling and tugging around your sensitive nub you fail to notice Steve, buck naked, standing at your side, cradling the back of your head with a soft smile.

“Relax baby girl…” He guides his fingertips over your dry parted lips, slipping them in one by one over your wiggling tongue. “Not mad…just wanna fuck the taste out of your mouth.”