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Buster & Rio Pt.2

Buster: [I don’t know how you’d even begin to recover from something as intense as that regardless but then add the fact it’s also incest, soz guys, at least you’re in the perfect location to steal a drink and he will when he’s able to move]

Rio: [and it’s no more likely anyone is about to pop down now so you can allow yourselves to take a moment, even if it does very little to compose you, you’ll at least have time to fix some of the physical mess that was made]

Buster: [exactly my boo, that’s all they can really do rn, make themselves look less indecent and make sure they’re serving lewks again, obvs will also pass her this bottle he’s stolen, whatever expensive whiskey or gin or wine it may be, when he’s had a swig of it himself]

Rio: [take it ‘cos lord knows you’re going to need it, whatever you plan to do with the rest of this night]

Buster: [mhmm, there’s no way he isn’t looking up those stairs towards the door thinking like how the fuck do we just go back to the pub and pretend that didn’t happen if that’s supposed to be the plan here]

Rio: [‘I can leave for a bit’ with a shrug like it is that casual because in terms of you socialising with anyone else, it’s your best bet ‘do actually have more mates, like’]

Buster: [‘Do what you wanna do’ because not gonna insist she leaves or stays rn that is the wrong kind of desperate, taking the bottle back like it’s his equivalent of her v casual shrug]

Rio: [‘tah’ with the obviously in our tone but in bants not annoyance or anything]

Buster: [‘How bored I’ll be ‘til you decide to come back is their fault, not yours’ shading this entire fam with a single sentence, soz lads]

Rio: [‘can’t stay here and fuck all night’ actually making ourselves laugh with how sad we sound about it, can’t even fully laugh ‘cos despite it being ridiculous we’re still actually like meh, how rude of the rest of you to exist rn]

Buster: [‘We could, if I pick where we’re hiding’ like can’t actually stay on these stairs, no, and yours was terrible lol]

Rio: [so offended on the low haha ‘well, take your turn then’ taking the bottle back from him and making to go upstairs with it]

Buster: [a look like I know you wanted to be found, it’s fine, as he ofc grabs her wrist to stop her going because he said we as in we’ll hide from everyone not I’ll hide from you]

Rio: [‘I have to count’ as if you’re playing actual hide and seek and you need to be that pedantic about the rules, but obviously letting yourself be stopped because we know you’d be forced into a break to chat if you went back in properly]

Buster: [‘No you don’t, we’re making our own rules tonight’ because you are truly and we couldn’t be less soz about it]

Rio: [‘so tell me what I actually have to do’ as if we’ve been won over/weren’t already so down]

Buster: [has not let go of her wrist, so pulling her closer to him ‘wait’ with the same energy as he said it in the toilets earlier]

Rio: [breathing in when you pull us into you like it’s a direct result of that we can’t help ‘I’m bad at it’ but nodding because will]

Buster: [‘I’m not asking you to be good for much longer’ blatant because can’t pretend y’all aren’t gonna be being feral again v soon]

Rio: [do your best 😇 impression like I’m trying, boy]

Buster: [pull her into an actual hiding place you think could work and then into a position y’all would wanna be in to see if it does ‘I’ll still take you to heaven’ like it’s that easy and bantsy and not saucy in this confined space]

Rio: [‘you and your lines’ shaking our head like we aren’t hearteyes]

Buster: [‘it would be about worshipping you’ like if I was gonna try and do a line, all or nothing, like he said]

Rio: [‘me first though’ like remember, as if you’ve had time to forget that]

Buster: [‘your turn’ because not only did he remember but now he’s really thinking about it enthusiastically]

Rio: [‘your turn’ like this is all about you, actually, pulling your dress down so you have some padding for your knees on this definitely concrete floor, just here in your pants and heels nbd]

Buster: [at least you can give her whatever jacket/jumper you probably have with you because it’s only march without it feeling like an OTT gentlemanly gesture, as long as you can find it from wherever it’s been abandoned lol]

Rio: [still ‘see, you have manners too’ ‘cos it’s still sweet when we’d clearly fuck up our knees if the situation demanded it because duh, whatever you want]

Buster: [‘Nobody else is around to witness what could be deemed another miracle’ because everyone in this fam thinks he’s a massive cunt rn and that’s how he wants it]

Rio: [just a thank god look ‘you don’t like that much of an audience’ unzipping you again ‘cos we’re down here for a reason that we’re gonna make known now]

Buster: [‘that specific audience would definitely kill the mood’ because yes they would, the fam don’t need any of this to be happening ‘we shouldn’t even be talking about them, you especially’ not him lowkey being like you are down there for a reason, crack on lol, how rude]

Rio: [when you know you can get him saying his pleases before you know it with what you’re gonna do so you’re just like oh okay]

Buster: [just LOOKING at her because always and especially from a position like this]

Rio: [obviously we know how to look good whilst doing this because that’s the whole gig so enjoy]

Buster: [full shade to the chaotic chelsea girls who definitely do not lol, but you can reward her by saying her name so indecently]

Rio: [raising a brow like yeah? But obviously not stopping to say shit now, going harder instead]

Buster: [dying about it so he can’t say anything either, not coherently anyway ‘this isn’t like I thought it would be’ eventually getting said though, thank god you can tell it’s a compliment and not an insult]

Rio: [doing puppy dog eyes like it was an insult though purely so you can show off some more and be more feral as per]

Buster: [the eyes killing him even before she’s being more feral so the ‘oh god, don’t’ is so !! and the sounds that follow it when she is being feral are just ridiculous, again hooray for how loud the pub clearly still is]

Rio: [pausing with just your tongue still making contact like don’t? ‘Don’t you wanna cum for me?’]

Buster: [‘of course I do’ with all the feeling ever, obviously ‘I’m not gonna want to cum for anyone else after I have for you though’ soz posh gals of london but it’s true and we’re saying it]

Rio: [torn between the biggest smile and immediately getting back to it and taking him all the way down your throat ‘cos entirely unrepentant about that and it’s obvious]

Buster: [have to hit her with the second ‘baby’ of the night because if not now, when]

Rio: [you know we’re about it and have to adjust because that blatantly turned on by how turned on he is]

Buster: [‘I can’t believe you waited this long to show me what a good girl you are’ because he said earlier about waiting for her to tell him when she was hiding]

Rio: [‘now I’m the best’ like if this is happening the once, aren’t you happy it’s when we’re in our prime and both know as much as we do, carry on showing him that that’s no lie, making your own noises because your kink is showing]

Buster: [‘You’ve always been in a different league’ again true, she really has been serving that hard for a long time and he’s always noticed it obviously]

Rio: [the ‘always will be’ is only being conveyed through our actions and the way we LOOK at you]

Buster: [‘I know’ as if she said it out loud ‘Who else could come close to being on your level?’ nobody is the answer, hence ‘nobody I’ve met’ and unlike his sister he actually has left London so a bigger compliment lol]

Rio: [so glad you can’t speak right now ‘cos overwhelmed is the closest we can get to describing the state you’re in, just put that energy into making this leagues above what you’d both imagined it to be because the feeling is so mutual]

Buster: [you’ll have to die and end this because the feeling is so mutual and there’s just no way you wouldn’t when she’s giving it her all like this]

Rio: [trying to compose ourself once again like we’re not here fucking our cousin and loving it ‘fuck’ after all the deep breaths]

Buster: [helping her up off the floor as if he’s any more composed because just a gentleman like that haha, fixing her hair as an excuse to just touch it and also her face]

Rio: [touching his lips with your thumb ‘where’d you learn to make noises like that?’ ‘cos most boys are way too insecure to, especially at this age]

Buster: [‘I’ve learned I can get away with whatever I like, and why wouldn’t I, I’m not getting any complaints about it’ because he is too secure, this boy, and unrepentant]

Rio: [do a little smirk like yeah, that tracks]

Buster: [‘Asking you where you learned to make me wanna make noises like that is more of a cunty question, but I will, if that’s where you were trying to lead me’]

Rio: [‘It’s not like I want to brag about my number’ like excuse you, I’m not a teenage boy, why would I be trying to lead you there, but we’re amused]

Buster: [‘you don’t want to tell me?’ with a smirk and a raised eyebrow because also amused and now intrigued]

Rio: [‘what do you think it is?’ folding our arms like no, you tell me YOUR guess lol]

Buster: [‘Oh, so you think I’m an idiot?’ like in no way am I walking into that trap sis haha]

Rio: [making a mhmm that’s what I thought sound ‘anyway, no boy has taught me anything’ like let’s not get it twisted]

Buster: [‘No shit, how could they, none of them are good enough for you’ again just true]

Rio: [‘not gonna rush to defend my exes’ not that they’ve all been trash but the last one lowkey was there so not trying to get into all that]

Buster: [‘they wouldn’t be exes if you had nothing but excellent references to hand out to the next girl and kind words to pass along to me’ with a shrug]

Rio: [‘do you date?’ because no reason you would know beyond he clearly doesn’t post like that but that could just be because boy]

Buster: [‘I’ll think about it’ like she’s asking him on one, for the absolute bants]

Rio: [doing the UGH like oh you]

Buster: [picking the stolen bottle up from wherever he left it and having a drink before offering it to her ‘they can’t keep up with me either’ like these gals are likewise not good enough for me to answer your question]

Rio: [‘yeah, I’m not dating anymore’ having your proffered drink before realising that sounds like you’re saying that because of what has occurred here and you’re like oh no, no, hang on lol ‘I’m focusing on making money now, my career’]

Buster: [taking that bottle back and giving her an amused look even though he didn’t think that was the reason ‘That’s stupid’ not elaborating but he clearly means that you can do both/have it all because child of baze]

Rio: [just thinking you’re being a uni snob about it ‘it’d be stupid to waste these years stuck in a classroom when I can do it later if I want to’]

Buster: [‘Definitely what I meant’ with the tone really clarifying that it was not at all lol]

Rio: [gesturing like okay go on because you did not say a full sentence so what did you mean lol]

Buster: [‘You’re limiting yourself unnecessarily, why would you when you can easily do both?’]

Rio: [‘I’m not the problem, and if I have to make sacrifices, I’ll make them for my career, not these boys who want it the other way ‘round’ shrugging like see? ‘You wouldn’t date someone who never wanted you to study to get your straight As, like’]

Buster: [‘You don’t have to make sacrifices, date smarter, better, instead of giving up all together’ doing his own shrug back]

Rio: [giving him a bemused look ‘if it was that easy, we’d all find our soulmates and start our happily ever after as soon as’]

Buster: [‘if you care about doing things the easy way, all you’ll find is you’ve fucked your career before you’ve started it’]

Rio: [‘I just said it’s not easy’ nudging him with your foot like oi, you know that’s not what I meant/who I am]

Buster: [‘because everything you want requires effort, you wouldn’t if it didn’t’]

Rio: [‘I dunno, I wouldn’t complain if the universe dropped my perfect partner in front of me, like Edie and Liam’ shout out to y’all ‘but if it doesn’t happen, you make it, that’s not a problem for me now though’]

Buster: [‘the universe didn’t, they’re together because they wanna be and they wanna be because they both put in effort’]

Rio: [‘they’re still perfectly suited, you could work twice as hard and not get half the result, some things just are right’]

Buster: [‘they’re well suited because they have similar interests and goals in life, it’s not hard to find someone like that’]

Rio: [‘then I’m sure you will’ like okay good for you, going to find your bag to retrieve some weed and rolling papers to make a joint up]

Buster: [just watching her do this from within this hiding place like okay, good talk, sis]

Rio: [have a few drags of that before offering it out ‘come on, you’re acting like I said I was joining a nunnery’ like let’s not make the mood weird now]

Buster: [shaking his head because he’s clearly a stimulants only kind of bitch, like his parents, which is hilarious because booze is such a big depressant actually but anyway ‘I’m not, you’re acting like I’m being a cunt for having a mindset that’s based in reality instead of fairytale bullshit’]

Rio: [smoking some more like suit yourself, eventually exhaling like no ‘I’m not but you not getting that a lawyer is a more exciting prospect to a girl than a sex worker is to a guy is the fairytale bullshit, yeah, I already know that’]

Buster: [‘you won’t be dating insecure teenagers for the rest of your life, at least I hope not, or yeah, you’d need a lawyer’ with an eye roll like come on ‘men who have their own prospects don’t need to make you feel like you’re doing something wrong’]

Rio: [doing a mini laugh at this ‘my last three boyfriends haven’t been teenagers’]

Buster: [‘Well, they’re still insecure, and I could still beat the shit of out any of them for you’]

Rio: [‘thanks’ rolling our eyes but we’re being more sincere than sarcastic with the thanks ‘I swear, I’m actually fine with it though’]

Buster: [‘Of course you are, you know you deserve better, and it’s out there, you’re not going to settle for less instead of finding perfect’ sincere af actually]

Rio: [‘you’re so sweet’ also sincere af and not taking the piss ‘that’s what I meant, I know I can’t waste time with guys I already know it won’t work with before I’ve started, not anymore’ like you’re so grown up and not 18 but you feel it]

Buster: [‘You’d be the only one who regretted it’ because none of these flop men would when she’s so slay]

Rio: [smiling at him and gesturing for him to come here]

Buster: [do obviously]

Rio: [doing a really chill blowback energy by taking a drag then making out with him]

Buster: [responding like it’s been a thousand years since your last makeout sesh]

Rio: [stub this out, thankfully the floor is concrete ‘cos you need both hands to pull yourself into him and deepen said kissing]

Buster: [finding a way to be on top of her because he has yet to be and that’s honestly a tragedy, even if that’s lying on this concrete floor because fucks we do not give rn or ever]

Rio: [it’s absolutely necessary and we will roll all over this floor if we have to to make it happen because feeling a type of way rn, especially looking up at him]

Buster: [we know he’s as about it, would not be risking fucking up these expensive clothes he looks great in if he wasn’t and there is not a single thought for that rn so, all he cares about is kissing her as intensely as possible]

Rio: [you know we have to ‘daddy’ you for the first time even if it’s in a kiss and into your mouth as we’re wrapping our legs around you like be closer]

Buster: [thank god she’s as feral because she’s going to feel exactly how turned on he is by that and also thank god y’all are in the cellar because would be sending her through the floor if he could with how !! the movements are about it]

Rio: [biting his lip because it’s there and if it wasn’t yours it would be our own because of everything we’re feeling, touching you because cannot let how turned on you are go unnoticed ‘please fuck me’]

Buster: [fam if any of you see the bruises she’s gonna have because of the lack of clothes she’s wearing, no you don’t, respectfully, because he’s gonna leave the most dramatic lovebite on her neck rn too, simply must be doing the absolute MOST like that as he’s also starting to fuck her, I don’t make the rules]

Rio: [when this sends you even further than you already were ‘I’ll be thinking about you after they fade’ like that’s a promise boy]

Buster: [Nancy, you especially mind your business, bitch, we all know what you’re like, she’s been MIA for ages for a reason, the deets of which are none of your concern, thank you, REALLY going in to make sure this lovebite won’t fade for a long time, because no control over the accidental bruises this floor could be giving, but that he can ‘I’ll be thinking of you every time I cum’ the way he just promised every single time like it was nothing, disrespectful to any girls of the future, but not soz cos you’re all flops]

Rio: [us making up some random hookup at that party like will that appease you miss ma’am lmao not concerned ‘cos everyone else can mind their business because this has gotta happen ‘no one has ever fucked me like you’ repeating what he said earlier ‘cos true]

Buster: [‘you can do more to me with a look’ the way that’s true even though this boy has probably had orgies and all sorts with the girls in his horny little squad, are you not embarrassed, ladies]

Rio: [‘you can show me, every time you cum’ probably not but you know]

Buster: [‘I’ll pay to watch yours’ get you a man who supports your business endeavours]

Rio: [‘can’t we just do this, easter?’ just listing off functions after that you could hook-up at like why not]

Buster: [‘yeah, we can’ when you mean that so wholeheartedly in this moment because would do this forever]

Rio: [‘fuck buddies’ like it’s a deal and we are beyond buzzing about it]

Buster: [‘film it and we’re work colleagues’ again not taking the piss, so serious rn]

Rio: [STARING at him full !! but involuntarily moving our hips more erratically because so into what you just said]

Buster: [STARING back so she knows he’s serious and not just chatting horny nonsense, need this gal to know we support her in her career it’s so important, pinning her by her wrists again, that move, REALLY trying to fuck her through this floor again]

Rio: [‘I want everyone to see you own me’ loud enough you’re lucky the party is louder or that’d be happening live in person]

Buster: [‘I love fucking you, they’d love watching us’ careful with that l word please, but I love that you’re thinking about how much money you could make her and are buzzing about it for her]

Rio: [‘I love your cock, I could fuck you for hours, days’ like depending on the occasion, the amount of content you could make, not that we’re too focused on it when we’re too obsessed with you in this moment]

Buster: [‘you’re on’ but not at all the way either of them said it earlier because we know he can barely get those 2 words out rn with all the moaning and breathing going on ‘there’s so many ways we haven’t fucked yet’ because truly there is and that’s really hitting him rn]

Rio: [‘I want to do it every way with you’ bucking our hips up so hard because we’re pinned but we’ve got no control of our body beyond what he’s providing ‘I wanna be your slut’]

Buster: [literally pulling her up by her hair one second to basically slam her down the next because he’s too about everything she just said]

Rio: [all the yes’ being screamed ‘cos we love to see it ‘I was begging for this, I needed you to show me how you treat sluts’]

Buster: [‘I know exactly what you want’ the and I always will is blatant obviously]

Rio: [‘daddy’ like an answer for what we want as much as a moan that was inevitable]

Buster: [grabbing her waist hard enough to leave such dramatic bruises, not even trying to, it’s just the d word, and biting her collarbone like the neck lovebite isn’t already !! enough to attract everyone’s attention]

Rio: [looking at him with the biggest hearteyes ever ‘it means you can have me whenever you want, no matter what’]

Buster: [‘you’re mine now’ no notes]

Rio: [‘your baby girl’ kissing him as if that can quiet either of you at this point ‘everything you want’]

Buster: [simply must get those pierced nips back out because haven’t forgotten how into it you both were, lowkey actually ripping or destroying her bra in some way in the process because we can’t ever ruin your dress fully so soz hun you’ve gotta be a casualty of how rough we’re being at this time]

Rio: [‘I’m gonna-’ because you haven’t in a minute and you didn’t need that much extra stimulation to send you over the edge lbr so you’re fully losing it]

Buster: [hardcore going in on her nips with both his hands and mouth and obvs not stopping but still telling her to despite that as if any extra encouragement is remotely needed]

Rio: [‘I might squirt’ just blurting that out because urgency if it’s about to happen lol]

Buster: [never not gonna just keep doing the most to encourage her to do this]

Rio: [obviously going to, going to casually be the most intense orgasm of your life, even if you have squirted before, nbd]

Buster: [really just messing up this cellar with no fuck’s given, I love y’all, at least there are plenty of bottles around to take the blame for how wet this floor could end up lol, who can say if it’s happened to you with any of the other girls you’ve been with, but regardless, SO into it, it’ll send him too, how could it not ‘you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen’ when he can remotely speak after all that]

Rio: [it’s not going to be immediately apparent, like I am soz to everyone who works in this pub for this but also shh, you’ll never know lol; ‘you’re so fucking good’ as breathless as it is possible to be whilst still conscious, kissing wherever we have landed on him, not even sure ourself but must]

Buster: [putting his arm around her because will hold you close to us wherever you are while we try and recover as if that’s remotely possible]

Rio: [just laying here as if it’s a comfy bed and not the literal ground ‘how did we end up here?’ genuine question, even if it sounds like you mean the cellar floor and not like the whole concept of this hookup in general]

Buster: [‘It was my idea’ because lowkey it was he was the one who was like we should get it out of our system etc and he was the one who literally asked where they could go, plus also his idea to go to the cellar if she did mean that haha]

Rio: [an amused noise like oh, thought it might be ‘credit and blame, yeah?’ like I see you, how gentlemanly]

Buster: [‘Where it’s due, promise and a threat’]

Rio: [holding onto the arm he has around us, feeling the muscles ‘it’s just weird, the times it could have before, or could never have’]

Buster: [‘Yeah’ because agreed, it’s v weird ‘not that I’d let it be never’ like oh it had to happen, gal, even if not tonight or any time soon]

Rio: [‘you’re damn right’ like you better not have ‘cos neither would I, giving him a little nip on said arm but probably not hard enough to leave a mark just like too late now]

Buster: [‘I get what I want, whatever it takes, I’ll find a way to make it happen’ because he just is that bitch]

Rio: [nodding ‘cos we know this about you and we like it ‘are you ready, for school to be over?’ ‘cos a huge step and people are either ready for it or so not usually]

Buster: [‘I’ve been ready for it to be done since this year started’ cos so sick of school and over his life by now]

Rio: [‘yeah, me too’ not that we’re a school hater like some characters but when you’re trying to do what she is it’s gonna cause issues like you’re clearly keeping it relatively lowkey and minor ‘til you’re done in these months because you’d deffo get kicked out for it]

Buster: [‘that girl was a wake up call, to how fucked it all is, it’s not like I was oblivious to it, of course not, but christ’ a shoutout to Chlo for that one]

Rio: [‘Nance was telling me about them all, as if I knew, or would wanna hear it’ because we know leaving school is your downfall and the dizzying heights are never reached again ‘anyone decent, anything you learnt there that was, they’ll stick around’]

Buster: [‘Ava’s the only decent person in the whole postcode and I don’t have to worry about losing track of her when I leave it’ so real, so sincere]

Rio: [snuggling closer to you as a response ‘cos a vocal one isn’t necessary to this ‘sorry that girl did that to you, I had a similar thing happen in my friend group, was messed up’ the Lexie of it all, we all remember]

Buster: [snuggling closer to her in response to the Lexie stuff because we hate to hear that, though he clearly assumes everyone’s friend group is as fucked as his, or did, because why wouldn’t he]

Rio: [neither of you know the full tea there but truly believe that she was your stalker and was like obsessed with Liam too, whoops but you weren’t totally innocent so soz but only a bit sis; rn though we’re attempting to sit up and pull you up too ‘this floor is fucking freezing’ like you’ve literally only just realised because have lol]

Buster: [finding his jacket or jumper he gave her to lean on earlier and putting it on her, regardless of whether she’s remotely got re-dressed in her own clothes at all yet or not]

Rio: [when you’re a foot smaller than him so you look adorable and you feel it cosying up in this]

Buster: [giving her the biggest heart eyes ever as he says ‘fuck’ quietly and softly like lowkey as an intake of breath because she looks so cute and he can’t deal ‘I didn’t think that through’ because now wants to take it off in the sauciest way immediately]

Rio: [holding up your wrecked bra like no we didn’t but we’re the least mad about it anyone could be ‘looks better without but you know, family function’ 😏 like really tried to keep it respectable here]

Buster: [getting his phone out and online shopping right here rn for new lingerie for this gal, so she can see what he’s doing but not well enough to see what he’s picking because will surprise you with that delivery that you’ll realistically get when he’s gone because I doubt y’all are here for long]

Rio: [putting your head in his lap so you can just gaze up at him casually]

Buster: [‘fucking beautiful’ almost to himself because we just can’t believe what this girl looks like and how iconic she is]

Rio: [‘you’ll see as soon as I get the package’ like that’s what he meant because you can’t handle how you feel rn either]

Buster: [running a finger over her lips because they’d be so bruised at this point, you’d think it’s absentmindedly because still doing this shopping but he’s very aware of what he’s doing]

Rio: [‘you know you’re stupidly attractive’ hoping your finger goes in our mouth when we talk and then you can just leave it there, casual]

Buster: [nodding cos yeah, he do, lol, fully reading her mind there and allowing that because he would]

Rio: [so comforting, also stopping you saying anything too extra so thank God, just look at him and shh]

Buster: [has definitely also sent whatever boy perfume he wears as requested earlier and some boujee expensive flowers]

Rio: [we love to see it, even though we know this all means we gotta go back into this party soon so we’re wrapping this jacket/jumper ‘round us even more]

Buster: [pulling her closer to him, once he’s finished shopping and there are no surprises to ruin, for the same reason ‘I’m going to miss this’ as if not saying you makes it any more casual]

Rio: [‘same’ quietly ‘cos what are y’all saying, what does this mean, can’t get into all that right now, that’s for sure ‘easter’s soon, come back for it’ because we’ve already said that so we can again, that’s not dangerous territory]

Buster: [‘I will’ because he has every intention to, whether we decide to cockblock y’all or not]

Rio: [‘you’ll be so busy revising you won’t have time to miss anything’]

Buster: [raising the bottle like he’s cheersing to that before taking a v big drink because that is the plan but we all know y’all will blatantly still be pining for each other]

Rio: [y’all are lying to yourselves but we understand why, take your own drink ‘cos you know you’ll miss him the minute you have to leave this cellar and he’ll still be in the same building]

Buster: [just trying to kiss her and put EVERYTHING into it while at the same time pretending it’s not blatantly a goodbye kiss]

Rio: [‘if you turn me on again we won’t go’ ‘cos true but also cannot ‘cos we know what’s happening]

Buster: [picking her up and putting her at the top of these cellar stairs like that’s job done and you’ve forced her to go but of course I’ve gotta be a cliche and say he ends up kissing her again against that very door as he opened his mouth to say something/was about to turn and go back to wait nearer the bottom]

Rio: [kissing him back with the intensity you were trying not to encourage because can’t help it]

Buster: [keeping those cliches coming because doing the thing where he pulls away like okay we gotta stop only to carry on kissing her again a second later even more !!, rinse and repeat more than once, obvs]

Rio: [god knows how long you’ve been doing this, not y’all but genuinely being unable to stop it feels like ‘I don’t wanna go’ as if that wasn’t obvious and is also an option]

Buster: [it would feel like not long enough on the one hand but far too long on the other ‘good, don’t’ definitely not an option but we all understand why it feels like the best one when he’s really got her pressed up against this door and is kissing her so dramatically in between those words]

Rio: [‘I can’t’ like literally could not currently but also simply don’t want to that much that it feels impossible]

Buster: [‘I need you so much more, still’ because nothing is out of his system at all yet thank you, not that it ever will be now but, agreed you very much can’t go]

Rio: [‘when you come back, we’ll get a hotel’ like we’ll have more time and be smarter about it, none of this was planned, obvs]

Buster: [making a lil plan in between all the kisses that are still happening, like namedropping the best hotel in Dublin and the boujee suite they are gonna get and for how many nights etc etc]

Rio: [just the most enthusiastic kisses all over his face and neck whenever he’s talking and we can’t kiss his lips because excited]

Buster: [he’d feel better for having a legit plan so when it’s all been decided finally stepping back slightly to look her over to check she’s in any kind of fit state to go back in to that fam function, doing anything he deems necessary whether that’s playing with her hair or pretending he’s gotta touch her face because she’s got a eyelash/some makeup and not just cos he wants to, and it goes without saying the final step is smoothing her dress like he did earlier]

Rio: [hand back his jacket/jumper as your final step girl, despite how badly you would not want to, especially after all that attention you just wanna melt under ‘give it a minute’ because anything you might actually want to say will only have you back at square one so you get back out there, not before one final look back, of course]

Buster: [the way he’d be holding her wrist for a final time when she hands him his jacket/jumper back would not be helping, do your own final look back as you’re turning to go back down these stairs and wait, of course]

Rio: [after a while of being back out there, post a pic with some of your siblings or something of the sort as a good to go message]

Buster: [do go and take the bottle that you’ve blatantly downed the rest of the contents of while you were waiting so you have the excuse to go up to Fearghal like yeah I stole this btw as something to do, he’ll obvs pay for it he’s not a total dick]

Rio: [at least Nancy is gonna corner you when she sees you because it’s obvious you’ve hooked up with someone so you will have to regale her with that false tale whilst doing the dance of pretending we don’t notice you when you’re the only person we’re properly paying any attention to]

Buster: [but that convo will remind you you’ve still got her stash so you can go and do more of it and get away for a sec, you could even take Nancy with you even though you hate her to do Rio that favour, she’ll come for drugs and it’s funny because won’t have worked out they’re hers]

Rio: [oh hun, you flop]

Buster: [living for the ruster glance being exchanged]

Rio: [the subtle shade of it all sends me because we don’t like to give up on anyone but it’s really obvious you wanna be this bitch so we’re just like okay then girl, you do you but we really cannot lmao]

Buster: [at a certain point you have to, or you’ll end up like your mother with Ro and Joe, Rio is really gonna flip her shit about the Nancy and Grace situation and I for one, will be loving that]

Rio: [someone needs to tell this girl some home truths, not that baze fam haven’t tried but damn lol]

Buster: [for now though, do your drugs and bring your flop sister back unfortunately, I’m sure she’s doing his head in already]

Rio: [did not dare message you ‘cos we know how nosy she is but when you’re out we can]

Rio: how much 🍾 has she managed to down whilst we were gone, like

Buster: Enough to fill the bath at the [the name of whatever boujee hotel they decided to stay at] for as long as we’re booking ourselves in

Rio: she’s not invited to test that but we can

Buster: I’ll think about it while she’s testing me

Rio: you should

Rio: patience of a 😇

Buster: What did you tell her about where you’ve been?

Buster: I’m as impatient to hear all about it

Rio: Oh, well she wanted ALL the details, obviously

Rio: met someone at that party I dipped to

Buster: Yeah? And what was he like?

Rio: mindblowingly fit, good dancer too

Buster: He kept up with you then?

Rio: Yeah

Rio: it was like trying to catch my own breath instead of lapping like usual

Buster: I know exactly what you mean, babe

Rio: you do?

Buster: I’d bet on it

Rio: sounds like you’ve had a good one too then

Buster: I had some things I needed to do

Rio: gotta be productive, even on the holiday

Buster: exactly

Rio: you’d have got on

Buster: What makes you say that?

Rio: he put in a lot of hardwork too

Rio: might wanna fight you though

Buster: Most lads do

Buster: I’ve already won one fight tonight

Rio: I know who I’d bet on

Buster: So come on, why would he have a problem with me?

Buster: you said we’d get on before

Rio: couldn’t be anything personal, could it

Rio: just got a bit of a temper, as some dickhead at the party can attest to

Buster: What else are parties for?

Rio: Well, I had other plans for him, honestly

Rio: but he didn’t disappoint me

Buster: Do you have any plans to see him again?

Rio: Oh, it’s happening

Buster: Tell me

Rio: If you had a girl like me willing to do whatever you wanted, you’d wanna see her again as soon as possible, right?

Buster: You know I seize opportunities, I don’t waste them

Rio: There you go then

Rio: he’d have to be an idiot not to want a repeat

Buster: and you wouldn’t want one yourself if that was the case, I’m sure I heard from somewhere you’re done with men like that

Rio: he’s a lot of things, not that

Rio: my ex would be here if that’s what I wanted

Buster: You’re a lot of things, but not somebody who needs to give an ex another chance

Rio: Hell no

Rio: even if I’m the one that ended it, I don’t do that

Buster: I find it impossible to believe you aren’t always the one to end it

Rio: Sometimes

Rio: best case it’s mutual and not totally shaming

Buster: Shame exists for people like Nancy, not people like us

Rio: I’m not ashamed of any of it

Buster: Good

Rio: you look it

Buster: It’s my favourite of the constant family functions

Rio: I could’ve guessed that

Rio: is one of the only ones you consistently turn up at

Buster: It was one of the only ones that wasn’t a complete waste of time

Rio: and granddad is your favourite

Buster: He was, but from tonight onwards, I have a new favourite

Rio: well I know you’re not talking about Libi so don’t even try to take the piss

Buster: Do you, what gave that away?

Rio: You did call her an it, even if you said she was cuter than Bils

Buster: that wasn’t personal, at least not to her specifically

Rio: I get it, babies

Buster: I’ll form an opinion when she’s formed a proper personality

Rio: You’re such a lawyer already

Buster: Look at us, progressing to genuine compliments already

Rio: 🤔 is it a compliment or

Buster: Arguably you didn’t intend it or be or you wouldn’t be trying to make me doubt the validity, but yeah, it very much is

Rio: I think it’s adorable, the way you weigh everything up like that

Buster: it could be argued even more easily that I’ve been impulsive enough for one night

Rio: isn’t that what parties are for

Buster: Yeah, but if you don’t know when to stop you end up like my sister

Rio: I suppose so

Buster: you wouldn’t find me attractive then

Rio: If you’re asking if I also find your sister attractive, it’s a no

Buster: It wouldn’t be the first question I felt compelled to ask you right now, no

Rio: Go on

Buster: What are you doing your best to put me on the spot about?

Rio: Ask me what you actually want to

Buster: I don’t need permission or prompting, if there was something I wanted to ask you, it would have already been asked

Rio: Okay

Buster: You’re angling for me to say something, what is it?

Rio: No I’m not, it’s a game but you’re obviously more distracted by whoever you’ve been cornered by than I am

Buster: I’ve obviously missed the part where you explained the rules, at least

Rio: it’s just truth or dare, without the dare part

Rio: told you I was bored

Buster: Well, by all means, go first, babe

Rio: What are you doing right now, I can’t see you

Buster: That’s your first question?

Buster: I’m outside, I couldn’t hear a word the poor girl who’s trying to flirt with me now was saying

Rio: Considerate, like

Buster: I have my moments and I know how to pick them

Rio: Not going to disagree

Buster: The more girls I’m seen talking to from here, the more reason I have to want to come back

Rio: You don’t need to explain anything

Buster: not to you, maybe, but my more immediate family might be interested in why I’m suddenly excited about spending easter hols differently to how I typically like to

Rio: Yeah, it makes sense

Buster: which is why I’m doing it

Rio: I didn’t say I didn’t understand

Buster: Of course you’d understand that she holds no other appeal for me, this girl, any other girl

Rio: If she did you wouldn’t be on your phone, dead giveaway

Buster: it’s probably another that I couldn’t describe a single identifying feature or personality trait she possesses, even if you paid me the cash back I gave you earlier

Rio: I’m not going to, just fyi

Rio: I can fill in the blanks myself

Buster: I wouldn’t bother if I were you, there are rather a lot and it wouldn’t be a very fun game

Rio: Noted

Rio: are you going to ask me a question that isn’t just judging my question in disguise of your own

Buster: Not until you ask me a more interesting question yourself

Rio: You’re so picky!

Buster: Hardly

Buster: you can do better without having to push yourself much

Rio: what if I can’t right now

Rio: what if all I’m bothered about is where you are and what you’re doing

Buster: Where do you want me to be and what do you want me to be doing?

Rio: I want to dance with you

Buster: that’s what we’re going to do, but you still need to answer where, am I coming to you or are you coming to me?

Rio: Sure she wouldn’t be happy if I gatecrashed

Buster: Neither of us give a fuck about her happiness

Rio: We can’t dance here

Buster: Do you know her?

Rio: I don’t know, what’s her name?

Buster: [post of a pic of y’all to his story and tag her so she can see if she does know this random or not]

Rio: I don’t think so

Buster: so come here

Rio: really?

Rio: it’s still a risk

Buster: Okay, fine, count to 60 and then come here

Buster: I’ll make sure she’s gone in 30

Rio: No, you’re right

Rio: don’t do that

Buster: I’m rarely wrong

Rio: Enough impulsiveness for one night, right

Rio: stick to that

Buster: You wouldn’t be acting impulsively, I can tell you’ve put loads of thought into how you want to get rid of her, by now it’s premeditated

Rio: I might have had some ideas

Buster: talk me through your plan at least, as you’re too scared to go through with it

Rio: I am not too scared, I’m just not having some random hoe mean you can’t come back

Buster: She’s irrelevant in any sense larger than the fun you’ll have making her go away

Rio: I’m not having her see anything that makes her want to socials stalk you

Rio: and she wouldn’t hear anything I’d tell you anyway

Buster: exactly, you’ve got it under control

Rio: I can do it with a look, you’ve said it yourself

Buster: yeah

Rio: I don’t need to touch you

Buster: So what are you waiting for?

Rio: to stop needing to touch you

Buster: she’ll be long gone by then, me too

Rio: don’t

Buster: Truth, you said, I’m not allowed to lie

Rio: well I’m drunk and I wish you didn’t have to go

Buster: I don’t yet, nor do I have to be stood here with her, I could be anywhere and we could be doing anything

Rio: let’s find another party, I just feel like I’m wasting time here

Buster: It could be the same one, none of them will remember this many drinks later

Rio: You’ll be too busy to punch anyone else

Buster: I need to touch you, the same way you do me

Rio: I can’t focus on anything else, still, it needs to be more

Buster: the rest of the night

Rio: We don’t have to come back, it’s fine, we’ve shown our faces

Buster: Nobody’s paying as much attention to your face as I am, and will

Rio: I’m coming to meet you, whether anyones there or not

Buster: I’m going with you, no matter what

Rio: tell me I’m your favourite

Buster: I’ve never called anyone baby before

Rio: never, not even accidentally

Buster: no

Rio: [show up and launch yourself at him for the most intense kiss ever otherwise you’re gonna say something, risky because you are just outside but we’re doing it anyway]

Buster: [we’ll allow y’all not to get caught because in no world is he stopping her or doing anything else but kissing her back as intensely]

Rio: [‘I missed you’ because at least saying it during a makeout you can just pretend it’s purely because of this, nothing else]

Buster: [picking her up and walking like we gotta go rn immediately cos same but not stopping the makeout remotely despite all the peeps and obstacles you could walk into]

Rio: [you’re blatantly just crashing into people, excuse us Dublin, at least get to a wall you can makeout against without the danger of getting caught by anyone because you can’t make it a full street away like this]

Buster: [the side of a different building is fine, just not literally the pub your fam owns lads, that’s all we ask of you, as per going at this like it’s been a thousand years and not probably like an hour lol]

Rio: [‘fuck anyone that isn’t you tonight’ so seriously like I can’t and won’t entertain anyone else when this is too pressing an issue]

Buster: [‘It’s just me and you now’ literally are behaving like y’all are the only peeps on this street, excuse us but nobody else even registers rn ‘and I’ll fuck you right here’ probably don’t but I appreciate the sentiment sir]

Rio: [holding his head so you’re THE CLOSEST to each other as is possible because the !! is so real ‘I’ve not been alone with you enough’ like that is a tragedy and I need to bite your neck about it immediately ‘and you can fuck me wherever and whenever’]

Buster: [The SOUND, thank god this isn’t an empty street actually because if it was that’d really carry but as it stands you’re getting away with it slightly more, soz not soz that she hasn’t bitten him like that up to now and he is !! about it ‘no rules but ours’ like yes, agreed, I can and I shall, putting his jacket/jumper back on her as if that in any way hides how indecent y’all are being because the way he’s touching her, like he said he needed to, is too much]

Rio: [dying at this gesture even if it’s meant to be practical it’s still so possessive and we love it ‘I wanna be an us like this, it feels so-’ not needing to finish that sentence because your moaning covers how it feels, obviously you need to touch him right back]

Buster: [‘you’re my fucking favourite, my baby’ no notes, we all know how indecently he’s saying this, like don’t you forget it, as if she had or is likely to]

Rio: [🥺🥺🥺 ‘I need you so badly, I’ll do anything for you to make you happy’]

Buster: [‘it makes me weak when you look at me like that’ because CANNOT handle that face actually]

Rio: [covering your eyes like a kid like okay, I’m sorry ‘better, daddy?’]

Buster: [kissing her hands as he uncovers her eyes, literally every finger and we know he’s being ridiculous about it, they aren’t just cute little kisses, gotta be extra and put like every finger in his mouth ever while he’s using his to do the most to her like they aren’t in public and obvs kissing her eyes too eventually but that’s soft and cute and in such direct contrast ‘Don’t be’ as if she said sorry out loud]

Rio: [looking at him in actual disbelief at how hot he is, not to mention how much noise we’re making because if everything he’s doing ‘I’m so glad it’s you’]

Buster: [saying her name because hard same and also we have to because how much noise she’s making is really hot and we’re so about it]

Rio: [gotta put your own fingers in your mouth to fully coat them in spit so you can harder for him because necessary ‘I love how many people want you, how jealous people would be of me’]

Buster: [absolutely going over the lovebites he did earlier as though they aren’t fresh af still ‘I’d have to go offline forever, how popular you are’ slight exaggeration but I respect it]

Rio: [‘no one else can have me like you, we’re… blood’ getting caught on the last word]

Buster: [his MOAN on that last word, not to mention how hard he’s going, as if he already wasn’t ‘there’s nothing more important’]

Rio: [‘you can be so important to me, if you want it as badly as I do’ shouldn’t be possible to do all we’re doing with our hands yet here we are]

Buster: [‘you know how badly I want it, there’s no if’ again no notes because he couldn’t be doing or reacting to what she’s doing more]

Rio: [‘we could do so much together, I can keep up with you’]

Buster: [‘it’s happening’ because literally rn with how extra y’all are being, you’re doing too much excuse you, but also obviously this is just the start and you both know that]

Rio: [nodding like yes, on both counts ‘I fucking love being your family, you know’]

Buster: [you’ve gotta kiss her for a sec and shh because I don’t trust what you could say atm sir]

Rio: [kiss him back even if you insist on getting the ‘I mean it, I’m so proud of you’ out between said kissing]

Buster: [I’m EMBARRASSED by how hardcore that would get to him, but we all know it would]

Rio: [shamelessly manoeuvring so you can put him inside you even though you’re on the street because you know he’s that close and you are too so you must]

Buster: [‘You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted’ literally in now being fucked on this street but also in the sense of all her success and this man being supportive of her endeavours]

Rio: [‘best daddy’ because a coherent sentence is not being achieved now you’ve said that and we’re doing this, making 0 effort to hide what we’re doing]

Buster: [likewise on being blatant and not being coherent ‘best girl, Jesus, you’re so good’]

Rio: [doing the most out of control movements that there’s no mistaking what you’re doing and what you’re trying to achieve ‘for you, only you’]

Buster: [‘cum all over my cock in front of all these people, angel’ not him calling her angel for the first time rn like this and here, sir please]

Rio: [we know that’s going to get you though, for sure, saying your name as we do]

Buster: [no decorum and too much audacity, both of you, as always I’m like, imagine seeing this as you’re trying to go about your evening ‘I’m gonna fill you with mine too’ shhhh frankly]

Rio: [‘please, please, I need you to stay inside me all night’ at least this is a party atmosphere and people do get wild but honestly]

Buster: [‘say it again’ because we love the word please, that’s an understatement]

Rio: [‘please fill me, I want it so much’]

Buster: [obviously do it whilst being TOO LOUD because just that !!!]

Rio: [‘oh, fuck, thank you, thank you daddy’ because manners always, despite the unholy way we’re fucking this cum into ourself harder]

Buster: [this boy’s breathing and the levels of eye contact while she does this are both unholy ofc, me like, don’t say you love her rn it’s too soon]

Rio: [I’ve had to stop it so many times, the extraness always, just grinning at you and not stopping]

Buster: [me too, bub, me too, give her heart eyes and leave it at that thank you, boy]

Rio: [reach up on your tiptoes to kiss him so chaste in comparison]

Buster: [‘It’s official, you’re my soulmate’ that is not at all a platonic thing to say, you might as well said ILY bitch]

Rio: [‘is it’ because can’t be trusting yourself to say anything else like you didn’t lowkey stop breathing and are now breathing so shallowly]

Buster: [‘Yeah, completely’ unrepentant like yes you’re perfect for me and perfect in general]

Rio: [just hanging ‘round his neck and your feet are probably still off the ground ‘I can’t believe you’re real’]

Buster: [twirl her around v dramatically like she’s lowkey on a fairground ride because we’re as shook by the night’s events and therefore have gotta smirk and be pretending we’re so fine ‘you’ve gotta get used to it, babe’]

Rio: [‘no I don’t’ like this is too much fun thank you and I have no intention of coming off this cloud any time soon]

Buster: [a look like oh you that’s just lowkey heart eyes ‘come on, you wanted to dance’ like let’s go, just carrying her through these streets]

Rio: [‘we are a bit’ ‘cos twirling down this street basically but not going to stop you from carrying us ever]

Buster: [‘when we are for real, you’ll have to take this off’ playfully pulling at his jacket/jumper with a not at all fake little pout because don’t want that to be a thing but do wanna dance and do know what y’all are gonna dance like and that she’d overheat to death]

Rio: [‘I won’t let anyone nick it, keep my eye on it proper hard’ like y’all wish, this is mine and so is this boy, booping his bottom lip with our nose]

Buster: [obviously kissing her again, we simply must, like and I’ll keep my eye on you, without needing to actually say so]

Rio: [‘I missed you back there’ ‘cos y’all really thought you could do that and simply could not]

Buster: [‘it was a bad idea’ like yeah we shouldn’t have bothered trying to do that gal]

Rio: [‘just trying to behave’ with a sigh for dramatic effect like y’all always are lmao]

Buster: [‘Behave for me, not them, you’ll have more fun and fewer regrets’ fully shading this entire fam and her role in it there, soz everyone]

Rio: [a LOOK like what was that if not behaving for you ‘not for anyone else’s benefit, though there was a crowd’]

Buster: [a smug smile because he got away with it like he lowkey gets away with everything always]

Rio: [shaking your head affectionately ‘cos we know what you’re thinking there]

Buster: [‘you were perfect’ no notes]

Rio: [‘I don’t think you’ve called anyone angel before either’ like I know I did good]

Buster: [‘I don’t know any others’ the truest thing ever, these chelsea gals are feral and if any of the american gals could’ve been called angels he wouldn’t because they’d be too boring lol]

Rio: [hide in his neck making cute little overwhelmed noises]

Buster: [holding her closer while she does that because it’s adorable]

Rio: [‘you’re-’ stop yourself ‘cos any and everything you could say is so extra]

Buster: [‘I meant what I said, I’ve met my match in you’ because sis it’s beyond mutual]

Rio: [‘realised’ ‘cos the headfuck of obviously knowing each other your whole lives but not enough]

Buster: [a nod, like yes exactly]

Rio: [‘but now you know…’ … like we can do this as long as we want]

Buster: [‘we both do’ because again beyond mutual]

Rio: [‘I know how much I like this’ kissing his ear for emphasis]

Buster: [‘I like how vocal you’ve been about it’ in her ear just cos]

Rio: [running your hands across his shoulders, one side to the other, making a mhmm noise ‘I could tell’ doing a mischievous lil smile ‘cos same, obviously]

Buster: [obviously he’s rolling his shoulders while she does that because gotta show off how muscley he is or who is he]

Rio: [just appreciating and asking him how often he works out and how]

Buster: [show off about it, I don’t know your life like that hun I’m just a chubby lil gal]

Rio: [we don’t know all about that but y’all chat about it]

Buster: [you’re clearly that kind of boy, all your posts would be gym/football/boxing or party/being social and messy and rich related, so you can give it the bants vibes of I know you’ve seen all my posts, you should know this etc etc as well]

Rio: [‘I only stalked you occasionally’ rolling our eyes like lol please ‘I don’t use my personal that much now’]

Buster: [😏 like yeah sure but he believes her actually because likewise, they weren’t being that extra about it clearly or something would have happened sooner, passing her his phone like lemme follow your other one then]

Rio: [put in the details and then accept the follow on your own phone]

Buster: [shamelessly looking at all this content despite the fact he’s still also carrying her and walking]

Rio: [just hiding again lowkey because we know this hasn’t been an easy subject in the past]

Buster: [stops scrolling and walking when he notices this, pulling her hair but gentle like look at me not like !! ‘Be proud of it’ because he sincerely thinks she’s good at this and should be]

Rio: [‘I am just-’ shrugging but we are meeting your gaze]

Buster: [shaking his head while holding this eye contact ‘no buts’]

Rio: [‘it’s cool’ doing the I’m fine smile like see]

Buster: [‘Yeah, what you’re doing is’ cos not letting this drop, we shall be your hype man from this day forward]

Rio: [‘I know what I’m doing, even if people don’t see it’ like I have a plan, regardless of what anyone has to say either way]

Buster: [‘I see it’ cos he do, we’re not even just saying it to be like ily]

Rio: [kiss his cheek ‘cos ily but also thanks]

Buster: [‘Tell me the truth, am I going the right way?’ because y’all were distracted when you were going to that party in the first place and you are again now so it’s believable to me he’s like are we lost or not lol]

Rio: [when you’ve been legit paying no attention lmao like oops my bad, clearly have gone slightly awry but ‘we can cut through here’ directing him now]

Buster: [give her own kiss on the cheek like ty cos not trying to be fully lost and wandering these streets forever]

Rio: [‘you wanna dance too’ like I know, I got you]

Buster: [LOOKING at her because remembering when they did and it was everything]

Rio: [lowkey giving him a lil nudge in the side with our foot like you do a horse lol, like come on boy]

Buster: [will be lowkey running for the bants, again excuse us anyone else who is probably around]

Rio: [don’t get stampeded by us getting into this party]

Buster: [soz that it’s a flex how fit he is and he will take every opportunity to remind her]

Rio: [the way I’m sure this party is getting to that stage where everyone is just passing out but y’all do not care, go to the kitchen to get drinks]

Buster: [they are the party and they will bring it, Winnie says they also have to do what remains of Nancy’s coke stash off each other, because weren’t brazen enough to do that earlier but can now]

Rio: [essential behaviour, as well as playing the ridiculous drinking games like you know this one, this one etc]

Buster: [an excellent idea boo, then actually do go dance because even if nobody else is by this point, y’all wanna]

Rio: [we don’t care if it’s only us and the other people who refuse to wind down]

Buster: [it just gives you more room, literally, to be extra, but before you dance he’s gotta tie that jumper of his around her shoulders how posh kids do]

Rio: [just faux modeling that like how do I look like it’s a fashion statement]

Buster: [dying about it because he’d blatantly have been wearing it like that at points in the night cos of how rammed and therefore hot the pub would’ve been but the difference between that and how adorable she looks rn because it’s giant on her, the biggest heart eyes of all time]

Rio: [‘are you homesick?’ like you’re just really about this posh girl lewk and not us being cute]

Buster: [‘If I lie that I am, will it encourage you to attempt the accent?’ because always fun to take the piss on the rare occasion characters actually have different ones]

Rio: [lol ‘I don’t think you’d like that’ like it isn’t gonna be complimentary hun]

Buster: [his own lol because agreed, he’s so sick to the back teeth of literally everything chelsea related and has hardly been subtle about the fact ‘No, I like you’ sir we’re getting dangerously close to the other l word here, excuse you]

Rio: [‘yah?’ like a v posh person which just makes us giggle, never mind you ‘that’s all I’ve got’ like I can’t do no more soz you will have to kiss me instead thanks]

Buster: [doing a grimace like thanks I hate it, but it can’t help but become a smile as he’s kissing her]

Rio: [‘not how I’m gonna start being vocal, don’t worry’ like what a turn-off, just swaying to this music as we have another makeout]

Buster: [‘You’ll be too busy telling me how much you like me’ in between all the kisses he’s using to try and make her because say it back thank you]

Rio: [‘you know how much I like you’]

Buster: [‘I know how much you like this’ as he’s kissing her, adding ‘and this’ each time he does something else like move to her neck or jaw or earlobe or wherever ‘that doesn’t mean you don’t think I’m a cunt’ shouldn’t be said in as flirty of a manner as it is being, like that’s a term of endearment all of a sudden]

Rio: [‘I could do this with anyone’ the ‘could’ being moaned through slightly gritted teeth ‘why would I choose to do it with a cunt?’ like that’s not me]

Buster: [‘because I can make you feel good whether or not my morals and manners match up’ doing the MOST rn like see, I’m so skilled at this]

Rio: [‘do you want me to hate you?’ biting our lip trying not to be fully overwhelmed immediately]

Buster: [‘Why would I want that?’ in between continuing this indecent makeout sesh ‘I could go home and hatefuck anyone there’ because true, they all suck that hard]

Rio: [‘seems like you’re pushing for something’ emphasize that in the most obvious way]

Buster: [‘does it?’ likewise be as blatant about it]

Rio: [just nod !!]

Buster: [‘yeah?’ just doing even more, obviously]

Rio: [‘yes’ as if it’s been forced out and we were unable to not ‘cos lowkey]

Buster: [leading her by the wrist, because always, back to the kitchen so he can put her on a counter and help their insane height difference, a lot of the other surfaces are probably taken by passed out peeps at this point, but that’s okay because this is a mood and no fucks given about knocking anything off there, it’s not his house lol]

Rio: [‘I can’t handle how much I like you right now’ like boy I am DYING in every way and you know it]

Buster: [opening a cupboard door so she has somewhere to rest her feet on because he is nice and not a cunt like that, there is no need for him to be taking her shoes off though except she probably has nice feet, true, and they’re not in a cellar, but here we are]

Rio: [‘it might be the bare minimum but you don’t get how so many people don’t ever do that much’ because you are nice and we do think so]

Buster: [‘of course I do, I’m surrounded by those people’ because all his friends are actual dicks and we’re not kidding ourselves otherwise this late on in the chelsea experience]

Rio: [‘why don’t you think you’re nice then?’]

Buster: [‘they finish last, everybody’s heard how the saying goes’ with a shrug like it’d be fucking stupid of me]

Rio: [‘do you feel like a loser right now?’ raising a brow like really]

Buster: [‘you know how I feel right now’ because no, clearly not]

Rio: [‘you’ve already told me you don’t think I’m a terrible person so we’re even’]

Buster: [‘you’re even polite when telling people to shut the fuck up’ amused, lowkey playing with her foot that’s resting on the top of this cupboard door]

Rio: [‘that tickles’ 😳]

Buster: [more deliberately playing with said foot now to try and turn her on because who is he otherwise]

Rio: [‘got yourself to blame if I kick you’ we’re doing nothing of the sort because any and all attention you give us makes us feel the best]

Buster: [‘I’d blame you’ with all the daddy energy ever because excuse you you’re meant to be good, obviously kissing the arch of her foot whilst making eye contact, I don’t make the rules]

Rio: [the GASP because ‘holy fuck’ has to be said on this intake of breath ‘you weren’t joking, the worship line’]

Buster: [‘I’m so serious’ try not to think of my sister’s ex as he’s working his way to and then going on her toes or we’ll cackle ourselves to death, not the same vibe remotely, sir]

Rio: [that was a sneak attack and so not it, at least we’ve shown clear interest here because lawd haha ‘it’s so far fucking beyond bare minimum’ like I retract and amend that statement just btw ‘cos this is everything]

Buster: [really proving how far beyond bare minimum it is by how much he’s doing as per, giving her a foot massage at the same time because multitasking 5ever]

Rio: [‘I want you to stay’ as we’re throwing our head back]

Buster: [doing all that foot stuff lowkey forever and THEN not at all casually kissing up her entire leg from her ankle to her thigh, taking a ridiculous amount of time to do it, and giving her such a ridiculous lovebite on her inner thigh that the dress will cover but y’all will know exists]

Rio: [LOOKING at you from this position because nothing could be more of a turn-on ‘I think you’re the nicest’]

Buster: [LOOKING back at her as he takes her off this counter and manoeuvres y’all so that she can sit on his face because of course that’s what’s happening here, yet again we’re doing the most on a random and uncomfortable floor, god bless ‘I look forward to hearing what you think of me after this’ because she will die]

Rio: [‘scuse us to anyone in/anyone who might need to be in this kitchen anytime soon because as per there’s no attempt to not be blatantly doing what we’re doing]

Buster: [soz that none of these chelsea kids have any boundaries and he genuinely doesn’t believe that any consequences could or will apply to him atm because he’s yet to really face any in his life, y’all are gonna just have to deal with this level of feral because he does not care, he’s doing his fave type of saucy antics with his fave person to do it to and living his absolute best life]

Rio: [none of y’all are gonna want them to stop so badly you call the police lol, you might throw some water on them and kick ‘em out but clearly not even happening so for tonight we’re just living laughing loving ‘you are so fucking good at this though’]

Buster: [if every bedroom and bathroom wasn’t clearly already taken they could be in one of them, you’ve brought this on yourselves tbh random party peeps, needs must, when you know you’re v good at this but you’ve still gotta go even harder as if to prove yourself even better because just that bitch, plus he LOVES it, we all know]

Rio: [‘you like that even when I’m technically in total control, you can still get me begging you’ not at all casual assessment]

Buster: [reading him to filth with the 100% accuracy of that lol, hence just doing literally everything he can to make her beg him rn, pulling out all the stops like he wasn’t already doing the most]

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heartcluez · 2 years

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୨୧ bunnynana_ is now LIVE! | na jaemin (m)

sypnosis. camboy jaemin showing the whole world how much of a slut you are.

warnings. fingering, dumbification, dirty talk, blindfold, humiliation, lowkey breeding kink, creampie

👼🏻 hiii i’m finally back for now just to post this since this has been in my drafts for like 10 years idk but anw this month has been hell for me rn

you sat between jaemin’s legs, your thighs overlapping his as his fingers did circles on your clit. jaemin’s other hand would occasionally come to the bend of your knee to keep your legs spread for the viewers.

your mouth hung open, crying out, whimpering and moaning about how good he made you feel. your fingertips touch jaemin’s cock, feeling it press against your back. you could hear the sound of your own wetness.

jaemin could feel you clenching around his fingers, you were moving your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers also. jaemin sped up, feeling your nails dig into his arm. “fuck- gonna cum! gonna cum!” you squealed, your chest rising and falling rapidly, “go ahead you earned it,” jaemin said.

you moaned loudly as you came. you started trembling, feeling the knot in your stomach finally snap. jaemin’s fingers slowed as you were slowly coming down, his hand was soaked and the bedsheets wet. “you did so good, baby, i’m so proud of you.” jaemin praised, watching his finger slip into your cunt slowly. “they should be grateful that you’re letting them see your cute cunt,” he whispered, but still loud enough the audience would hear.

user: me when

user: god shes so lucky

user: this has my thighs shaking

jaemin removes himself from behind you as he lays you down on your back, crawling on top of you after. his hand crawls to his cock, so long too, pretty. flushed pink at the head. stroking himself a few times, he's so hard, precum dripping down the slit and being used as lube for his dick.

he grabs your thighs, parting them as he slowly thrusts in you, making you feel every inch of his cock, “y-you're, so big,” you whimper, his cock was filling you up so nicely.

“i know baby,” he whispers, placing kisses all over your neck, you want to touch him so badly, but your hands are tied with a silk black cloth, matching perfectly with the blindfold. he thrusts faster, your pussy practically sucking him each time he slides in and out of your hole.

“angel look at you, is this what my dick does to you? baby can’t even handle it can she?”

too cock drunk to even form a word, you just moan in response.

“poor baby can’t even say anything? such a dumb little thing aren’t you?” jaemin laughs in amusement, his dick repeatedly kissing your cervix.

your blindfold slowly slipping off your face with every thrust, seeing jaemin on top of you with a smug face, the sight maddened you.

“fuck, princess, just quiet your cute small whimpers and moans for a minute. do you hear that? hear how your pussy squelches and makes so many wet noises while i fuck my cock into you?”

you look away, embarrassed to the fact he was right, the world knows how much of a slut you are.

“no, no, baby, don’t turn away from me. i want you staring right at me,” his hand grabs your chin with a pout, your face heating up, embarrassment creeping onto it as you hear all the filthy noises your pretty hole makes as his cock slips in and out of it.

user: oh my god this is so hot

user: i need this in my life

those wet quenches every time you tighten on his cock when it sinks deep into you, every squeeze echoing in the room as your cunt leaks onto his cock, dripping down the length of it and making it so slippery and wet.

“fuck, princess, just look at you, such a pretty mess for me, so shy at hearing how desperate your pussy is,”

“f-feels s’ good, i love your cock, i love how good you make me feel,” you managed to moan out, jaemin being the tease he is, he slows down his pace making you whine.

“tell me what you want cutie, stare right up at me and tell me exactly what you want,” he smirks, leaning down as his forehead touches yours, his hot breath ghosting over your face.

your hips jerk up, trying to tempt him into fastening his pace, you lazily open your eyes and part your mouth, “please, please, want your cum in me,” you beg.

“yeah? you want my cum to fill you up till you’re so full?” he fastened his pace, his grip on your hips tightening. as you nod rapidly in response.

“yesー please, please,” he pounds into you hard and fast, “give me all those cute noises, want every moan and whines slipping past your lips and into my ear as my cock humps into your little hole,” he growls.

your moans becoming louder every minute, so close to reaching your high, your pussy clenching from his words.

your pussy practically sucking him in each time he thrusts out. you wrap your legs around him, his hips slamming in you with such force that has you squeezing your eyes shut.

his cock fills you up so well but, you know it’s not enough, you want to be stuffed by his cum.

“so greedy for me and my cum to fill you up, hm? you’re so cute,” he grunts with each thrust, his grip on your thighs so harsh you knew you’d have bruises.

your head tossing back deeper into the pillows as you cum around his cock, loud moans leaving you as you silently scream undone.

your pussy tightening and sucking on his cock as you feel a warm substance shoot into your walls, painting them white. your body shaking, a sticky mess in your hole.

jaemin grunts, burying his head in your neck, concentrating on dropping every bit of his cum and making sure you get every last drop.

“good girl, my good girl.” he praises you, his hands gripping tightly onto your hips the entire time. you both pant, he removes his head from your neck as he leans down and kisses you so passionately, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

he finally pulls out, almost immediately, a mix of both your cum and his starts dripping out of your hole. jaemin grabs a hold of the camera and shows the audience your fucked out, glistening pussy to the whole world.

“fuck, baby, look at that,” your face flushed as you try your best to close your thighs but jaemin has his other hand parting them.

“don’t be shy princess, your pussy all fucked out and cute should be something other people must see,” he smirks up at you.

he ends the livestream as he crawls his way up to you, kissing your jawline as he holds you in his arms, draping the blanket over you both. “you did so well baby,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your forehead as you both slowly drift off to sleep.

#nct smut #nct dream smut #na jaemin smut #jaemin smut #jaemin imagine #nct imagine #nct dream imagine #jaemin oneshot #nct oneshot #nct dream oneshot #jaemin x reader #nct x reader #jaemin scenarios #jaemin drabbles

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takecareluv · 2 years

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i’m projecting SO hard rn but i have a rq for you babe!! imagine ur hairdresser cutting ur hair WAYY too short for what u asked for and ur miserable and vinnie is there to be like! it’s okay! u look great☺️ LMFOAOA ty🫶🫶

a.n hi, my love! oh no, we’ve all been there... i’m assuming this is coming from personal experience so i just wanna say i’m sure you look absolutely beautiful babe, don’t doubt it for a second 🫶🏼 also i’m supposed to get a hair cut on thursday and this made me a little nervous ngl haha. anyway, hope you like this & makes you feel better! sending lots of love <33

bad haircut || vinnie hacker x reader

you made a beeline for your car, trying to avoid bumping into as many people as possible.

as soon as you were sat in the driver’s seat, you slammed the door shut and allowed all the tears you had been holding in for the last ten minutes come out.

what a mistake, you thought out loud.

earlier in the week, you were scrolling through instagram when you came across a local hair salon that had slowly becoming popular in your area. you stalked their entire page and were rather impressed with all of the photos they had posted of their client’s hair. not a bad photo in sight. you’d recently been in desperate need of a hair cut and figured why not go to them.

well, you thought wrong.

you knew you should’ve gotten out of there the second you walked in the place and they told you one of their newer hirees would be doing your hair.

now here you were crying the whole car ride home with the worst hair cut of your life. you didn’t even bother putting music on, that’s how upset you were.

in the back of your mind you knew you were probably being dramatic, but as of right now it felt like the end of the world.

once you reached the driveway of your home and came to a complete stop, you grabbed a sweatshirt from the backseat, slipping it on and pulling the hood over your head so no one could see the horrible hair cut.

before you got out, you took a quick glance in the mirror to check that no strands of hair were peaking out of the hood. you also made sure to wipe away any dried tears that had fallen to your cheeks so no one could tell you’d been crying.

but just with your luck, that was the first your boyfriend noticed.

“baby, what happened? are you okay?” he rushed over to you as soon as you entered your shared bedroom.

“yeah, i-i’m fine” you mumbled, trying to hold yourself together, although all you wanted to do was cry and rant about the stupid haircut that probably wouldn’t grow back for who knows how long.

but instead, you kept quiet in attempt to switch the subject.

however, vinnie would not budge, he needed to make sure you were okay. any other occasions you would’ve thought it was sweet, but right now you only wished he would let it go. “are you sure? it looks like you’ve been crying, love. you know you can tell me anything.”

as you thought about it more, you came to the realization that you wouldn’t be able to hide it forever. it would be hard wearing hoods for the next three or so months. meaning, much to your dismay, vinnie would eventually have to see your hair. why not rip that bandaid off now.

“so you know how i had that hair appointment today?” you waited for him to nod before you continued. “well she kind of messed it up… bad.” you sighed as you pulled the hood off your head, finally allowing him to see what had you so upset.

you grew more nervous at vinnie’s lack of response. oh my god, he must think i’m so ugly. he’s probably going to break up with me. i should’ve never gotten this hair cut. so many thoughts were racing through your mind as a single tear fell from your eye.

vinnie pulled you into his warm embrace. “oh baby, no don’t cry. you look beautiful. there’s nothing wrong with your hair. you look just as gorgeous as you did before, okay? you’re still the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen, you hear me?”

“really? you mean that?” you looked up at him with a pout.

“yes really, sweetheart. i would never lie to you. you are stunning. my pretty girl, always will be.”

you nuzzled your head further into his chest, now tearing up due to his sweet words. “i was so scared you would think i looked ugly and break up with.” you giggled slightly, realizing how absurd you actually sounded.

“what? baby, are you crazy? i could never break up with you. especially over a hair cut. i would be a complete dick if i did that.”

“now c’mon,” he continued, “let’s go cuddle and we can watch whatever movie you want and soon enough you’ll forget all about your hair cut. mkay, baby? how’s that sound?” he questioned, kissing to the top of your head.

“can we order milkshakes too?” you asked shyly.

“of course, sweet girl. anything you want.”

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention.

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.”

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?”

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions.

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall.

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head. The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast.

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again.

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming.

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.”

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts.

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt.

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

#kirishima #bakugou #yandere #bully bakugou #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.dark content #Yandere BNHA #Yandere kirishima #dark kirishima #dark bakugou

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Angels on Earth

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Request: “CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! I love your writing sm <3

this is my first time ever making a request and recently I found out that the person I was dating is still in love with their ex so I'm looking for comfort rn hehe

could you do a 23, 33, 35 with Ron, a mix of fluff and smut? chubby/plus size fem reader please”

Summary: Ron thought he was obvious, but it was clear (Y/n) was more obvious.

Warnings: Sexual themes

A/N: This took a while but I’ve also been busy but, enjoy!

23. “Cause I never believed there was a heaven till I found you.”

33. “Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” “I’d fuck you right now.”

35. “If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.”

For as long as Ron could remember, he had always found his potions partner to be beautiful. Who could blame him? (Y/n) was a beautiful girl. Round cheeks, soft all around, beautiful (h/c) hair, and the prettiest set of (e/c) eyes he had ever seen. But that wasn’t originally what drew him in, it was everything else. (Y/n) had an aura that surrounded her that was so bright, so full of life. Everyone who befriended her was always in a positive mood, smiles seen left and right from the jokes she’d tell. Even right now, with her hair pulled back from her face and the cute little goggles she insisted on wearing, he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Right. I think that should be it.” She said, pushing the goggles up her face as she turned her head to look at him. His face flushed and if she had noticed, she didn’t say much. “That is unless you fucked something up. Merlin knows how bad you are with Potions Weasley.” she giggled, his heart pulling and racing in his chest.

“Oi! ‘M not that bad. Plus you didn’t let me touch anything, should be fine unless you managed to make a mistake.” He leaned towards her a bit with a devious smirk. “But it’s impossible for you to do that isn’t it? I forgot you were just a perfect princess.” He pulled away, eyes trained on the potion in the cauldron in front of them. Amortentia, was it? He found it a bit strange because he couldn’t smell anything but the girl’s perfume no matter how far he leaned in. In his own state of confusion, he completely missed the girl’s own shocked look on her face.

“What do you smell?” she questioned, gathering her things due to the period drawing to a close. His eyes widened at his realization before calming down. Now was a better time than ever. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sighing.

“You.” his eyes shot open at the sound of a snort. (Y/n) had made her way towards the exit of the potions room, (e/c) eyes rolling at him as she shot him a smile. She went to leave the room before giving him an up and down.

“If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.” she teased, shooting him a wink before exiting the room. He groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face as he adjusted the awkward bulge in his pants. He stood, gathering his things as he huffed to himself.

“I’m in deep aren’t I?” he said out loud, ignoring the look his slimy potion’s teacher gave him. Without another word, he left continuing on his path to his next dreadful class of the day.

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“She probably thought you were joking.” Harry said, causing Ron to give him a glare. Even though there was a big possibility that Harry was right, he didn’t want to believe him. He thought his attempt was a good one! He was direct about what he meant, right?

“He’s got a point. You guys usually joke around and mess with each other a lot. She probably thought you were cracking a joke. Have you tried just telling her how you feel?” Luna asked as if the answer was obvious. Ron felt his brow twitch as he sighed, sinking down in his seat more as he threw his head back.

“What can be more obvious than saying you smell someone in your Amortentia? Do you guys even think?” He questioned.

“Do you? Cause if you did then you’d know that was a poor attempt.” Hermione chimed. Although at first he was sure his attempt was good, that it was obvious, suddenly he was beginning to have second thoughts. Was he clear enough? Sure, you could say one thing but he’d be the first to admit his actions didn’t match. He huffed, looking at his friends, desperation hidden in his eyes.

“Well, what should I say then?”

“Say something truthful! Let your heart speak for what your actions couldn’t.” Ginny chimed, causing them all to give her a strange look. She crossed her arms, looking away with red cheeks. “What? I think I’d know what chicks like, I do shag em afterall.”

“So tell us, what does your heart say Ron?” Luna asked, he sighed as he racked his brain. He liked her a lot. How could he not? (Y/n) was beautiful, a gift from the heavens above. The softness of her skin, the roundness of her tummy, and those beautiful luscious thighs. He was surprised no one else had made a move on her yet. She was kind too, always willing to help her fellow (y/h/h) in need.

A lovesick dopey look took over his face. “I...I’d say…” he let out a dreamy noise as hearts took over his eyes, “I never believed there was a heaven till I found you. Never believed angels walked among us at Hogwarts, that I think she’s amazing and I-”

“Okay ew that’s enough. I’m gonna be sick. Save it for her.” his sister said, grimacing as she stood up. “And with that note, I’m gone. Why not tell her at the Gryfindor party tonight? I’m sure she’ll be there!” Ron gulped nervously. That soon? Surely a few hours wasn’t enough time to prepare! Maybe he’d try in a few months…

However as he looked across the hall, seeing some twit practically eye fucking her, it was settled. Tonight he would tell her and if not, he’d at least make some progress.

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Ron let out a shaky deep breath, wiping his sweaty hands along the front of his jeans. Whether it was the sweltering heat of all the warm bodies, the shots he had taken, or the thought of what he had set out to do tonight he didn’t know, but either way he was burning like a phoenix. His eyes trailed the room nervously, looking for (Y/n). How was he sure she’d be here anyways? She wasn’t a frequent attender to parties, only showing up to them sporadically. However at the sound of a familiar laugh-snort combo, he had all he needed.

In his buzzed(and slightly drunken) haze, he followed the sound blindly, face heating up at the girl's appearance. She wore a blush colored bodycon dress that clung to the folds and curves of her body nicely.. Her hair was styled differently than usual, but suited her perfectly nonetheless. Most things did. And when she saw him? Her face broke out in a bright smile as she hiccuped, handing her half empty cup to one of her friends. She stumbled her way over to him. He steadied her by placing his hand on her waist, looking down at her.

“Ronnn! Omg Ronnie, what’re you doing here?” she hiccuped again, giggling as she stared up at him. He smiled back at her softly, stroking along the softness of her waist.

“ I could ask you the same thing, love, you’re not much of a drinker usually.” he placed a hand on her cheek, thankful for the liquid courage flowing through his system. “You alright? Come on, let’s sit you down. You don’t seem to be too steady.” he said, guidning her towards the couch. When they got there, he expected her to sit next to him but was in shock as she parked herself in his lap. She wrapped an arm around his neck, smiling down at him drunkenly. He handed her a glass of water, the same one he had been handed earlier when he was getting a bit out of hand. She thanked him, sipping on it at a slow pace.

After a few minutes, the hiccuping and giggles had died down from her, leaving her to form goosebumps at their current position. She was fully seated on the boy’s lap and he had his arms wrapped around her, rubbing his fingers along her soft pudgy sides. She bit her lip as she looked off to the side, before bringing her eyes back to his.

“Uh, Ron,” she started, looking down as she picked at the skin around her nail beds. Letting out a deep sigh, she continued, “Can I ask you something?” her heart began to race rapidly as she looked at him, watching as he nodded before offering her a soft smile.

“Course. What’s up?” How should she phrase it? Should she be simple? Should she-

“Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” she blurted out, eyes widening. Although she had wanted to ask him something about if he was attracted to her, she hadn’t intended on being so...bold. She was known for speaking her mind but not in situations like this! In a state of panic, she went to stand up but was pulled down by a strong pair of arms, pulling her close to an even stronger, toned chest. He chuckled in her ears, hair tickling the edge of her neck.

“Shit princess, I mean...I’d fuck you right now.” his grip on her sides tightened, trailing one hand on her thigh. Out of all the things she could’ve said, this was the last one Ron expected. (Y/n), his snarky potions partner, in his lap in that god forsaken dress asking if he’d fuck her. He felt his own heart begin to race. Did she mean to say it? Well, did she mean to say it to him? Or did she just want his opinion for someone else?

“O-oh.” she stuttered out. (Y/n) pulled back some, turning her head to look at him, finding that his eyes instantly were drawn to hers.

“Do you mean that?” they both asked. Ron’s cheeks turned red as (Y/n) felt her own face grow warm. Both of them let out breaths they didn’t even know they were holding, laughing with one another.

“I meant it but, did you?” she asked, breath hitching of the closeness of their faces to one another. She could smell the fire whiskey mixed with hints of cannabis and weed mixing with it making her absolutely intoxicated. He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers.

“‘Course I did, love. You don’t have to be skinny for me to do anything with you, let alone fuck you. Because trust me,” he trailed a hand along her upper thigh, sliding it between the soft expanse of them. “It’d be my pleasure to fuck a woman with a body like yours. A woman so soft, so tender, bet that cunt of yours is tight and dripping. Isn’t it?” the girl squeaked, clenching her thighs around his hand. He leaned down, pecking her lips softly before pulling away, (Y/n) whimpering in a desperate attempt to let him know she wanted more..

“And if I were to grant you that pleasure right now?” she purred, placing a soft hand on his cheek which he gladly leaned into, a dark chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’d be the luckiest man alive.”

#ron weasley x you #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x y/n #ronald weasley x reader #ron weasly imagine #ron x reader #ron x you #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter #chubby reader #x chubby reader #chubby!reader #plus size reader #x plus size reader

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omg-imagine · 4 years

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Distraction

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: Johnny distracts V the best way he knows how.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: language, smut (oral + rough sex, choking)

A/N: Please don’t mind the weak plot, this was just an excuse to write p*rn featuring the only character I want to romance in the game but can’t. Also, for the sake of this fic, let’s just say he can touch V and vice versa :)) Hope you enjoy!

V was pissed.

No, she was beyond pissed.

And when V’s beyond pissed, she’s sure to let the whole fucking world know.

“Tone it down, princess,” Johnny cuts in once he’s heard enough of her long-winded rant.

V stops her relentless pacing around the apartment and shoots a menacing glare towards the rocker.

“I warned you not to take that job from the start. Now, look at you, bruised up from head to toe, and cheated out of your eddies.”

“That son of a bitch promised me half the cut,” V recalls bitterly, her chest heaving from the fierce anger spreading all throughout. “I’m gonna make sure Cruz regrets asking me for help.”

The merc stalks off to her stash, muttering low under her breath how she plans on raising hell the next time she crosses paths with him. As V polishes her guns (something she typically does to calm herself), Johnny approaches the small room to the side with the same cocky attitude that would surely piss her off even more.

He can’t help himself at times; he sure does love pushing V’s buttons.

“You done whining or what?”

Rolling her eyes, V turns her head to see Johnny standing there as he takes a drag on his cigarette. Normally, she doesn’t mind him smoking around her, but after an exhausting night where things didn’t work out in her favor, she was quickly reaching her boiling point. “You better clean up all that ash on the floor when you’re done.”

“Since when did you start caring about this shithole of an apartment being neat?” Johnny comments, more so as a tease, and this earns him another scowl. “Don’t waste your energy on Cruz. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

“Didn’t know you believed in karma,” V adds, narrowing her eyes.

Devilishly, he smirks at her, tossing the cigarette butt to the floor then crushing it with his shoe. “Hon, there’s a lot of things you still don’t know about me.”

“Yeah,” she agrees before brushing past Johnny. “I’m heading out.”

His figure glitches momentarily, reminding V that he was nothing but a ghost residing in her mind, despite how real he feels. Even if she wants to leave this “shithole of an apartment” for some semblance of peace and quiet, she knows Johnny will only follow. He’s tethered to her for what could possibly be the rest of her life.

And yet, no matter how big of an asshole Silverhand was, she’s grown fond of his presence.

Not that she would mention it out loud. Ever.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” V simply states, wondering what the point in Johnny asking her that question when he could easily find it out for himself was.

It’s truly unfair how he can read her thoughts, but she can’t read any of his.

He chuckles low. “Gon’ pay a joy toy to fuck tonight?”

“No, I’m going out for a drive, distract myself from that shitshow earlier. You better leave me alone.”

“Well, I’m a little insulted,” Johnny snorts, feigning offense. “I thought you liked my company.”

“I’m tired of your company. You never shut that mouth of yours.”

Before V could head to the door, she feels a metal hand encircling her wrist, holding her in place. She glances behind her, meeting Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, which hid a multitude of secrets. It’s been a while since she has felt a touch that wasn’t full of malice. Though his palm is cold from the material it’s made out of, a distinct heat spreads through her body—

It was a familiar warmth, one that radiates from V at his mere touch.

And when Johnny’s lips curl into a shit-eating grin, she knows that he has sensed it too.

“Shut my mouth? I think I can do something else much better than that.”

Johnny’s gravelly voice fuels the desire burning deep within V as he pulls her closer, her feet moving at their own accord. “God, I wish you came with an off-switch.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this little game we’ve been playing.”

V doesn’t respond, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She lets out a shuddering moan when Johnny leans in, his hot breath grazing her silky skin before his lips crash against hers, possessively. He floods V’s senses all at once as he hungrily kisses her, letting him take the reins.

It would be a lie for V to say she’s never pictured a moment like this. A moment where she finally succumbs to Johnny’s charm and allows him to lay claim on her. It’s always been a constant dance between the two, a chemistry disguised as indifference, a craving left unspoken. Amidst the degrading insults and the snarky attitudes, deep down, they have always wanted the same thing—

To fuck each other’s brains out.

“Still tired of my company, V?”

“Just shut the fuck up for once and take off your pants.”

The grin on his face hasn’t disappeared. It only grows broader. “Ask, and you shall receive.”

Johnny roughly grabs V at the waist, his fingers curling underneath the hem of her shirt as he pushes her towards the bed. His mouth latches onto her neck, no doubt marking her for all of Night City to see.

They fell onto the mattress without finesse, similar to how V kisses Johnny feverishly, all tongue and teeth. Void of tenderness and only driven by the urgency of lust. She was too distracted by her want to care for the taste of tobacco from his last smoke. The hands traveling every inch of V’s frame lights up a fire in her, bringing a high that no drug on the black market could ever do.

Surprisingly, Johnny allows her to take the lead for a bit when she straddles him, his hardening cock pressing up against her aching cunt. She gages his reaction as she grinds on his clothed erection, a wicked smile forming to the sight of him being teased.

“You like that, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait to have you inside of me.” She feels herself growing wetter and wetter, losing patience just as swiftly as the man under her.

Without warning, Johnny flips them both over, the length of his body now pressed against hers from above. He wastes no time peeling V’s shirt and bra off, pausing for the briefest of seconds to admire her bare breasts. His cybernetic hand squeezes one soft mound as his lips descend on the other. She moans, and they were pure music to his ears, sounds that were so beautiful he could write endless songs about them.

“J-Johnny,” V stutters out his name, unable to contain herself anymore. She doesn’t remember the last time someone has quickly reduced her into a mess, and desperately she wanted, needed more.

The way his name trembles from her mouth drives Johnny into a frenzy, simpering at the fact he really hasn’t done much yet, but it was enough to leave V quivering. She looks too sinful beneath Johnny, too delectable. He’s well-aware of how long she’s gone without sex, and he’s now bent on ending that sad streak of hers.

Hastily, Johnny removes V’s pants and underwear in one quick go, his gaze devouring her beauty like a starved man staring at his meal. “Wow, you’re fucking drenched down there.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, one hand reaching forward to grip at his lengthy locks as soon as he delves in to taste her dripping nectar for the first time.

“You enjoying yourself there, baby?” Johnny’s inquiry needs no response. He could already tell she is solely by the way her eyes flutter shut, her head lolling to the side.

One lick. Two licks. Three. He surely knew how to work that deft tongue of his.

Johnny’s cock continues to throb in the confines of his trousers as his lips encircle V’s swollen bud, but he doesn’t end there. She wants more, and he’s willing to give her just that.

More.

V squirms when two chrome fingers enter her heat, stretching out her walls to prepare her for the serious pounding coming up. She’s lost in the sensations, unable to form a coherent thought or word. Johnny’s tempo was slow at first; tantalizing, nearly torturous. But once he starts moving faster, pumping even harder and reaching that sweet, sweet spot of hers, she begins to pant wildly as she fucks herself on his hand to get more friction.

“Holy shit, you’re a goddess,” he croaks after pulling back to study the needy woman looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. V is tight around his fingers, and he could only imagine how it would be like with his cock buried deep inside her instead.

Each rough stroke of Johnny’s digits against her wet walls brought V closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, her moans increasing in both volume and frequency. He urges her to let go, whispering into her ear how he wants to see and feel her coming. The gruffness in his tone turned her on even more, and V soon finds herself falling over the precipice, flushing hot with euphoria as Johnny watches, awestruck.

Satisfied, he beams at his work, which was only half of what he intends to do this evening. Being gracious, Johnny gives V an ample minute to recover, using the downtime to wipe the glistening wetness coating his beard before tasting the juices he’s collected.

Delicious, he thinks. She tastes as good as she looks.

V eventually comes back to her senses, propping herself up on her elbows as she gazes at Johnny with an almost dazed expression. “Perhaps the rumors are actually true.”

“Which one?” Silverhand asks, ridding himself of his clothes at the foot of her bed.

V pauses prior to answering, the sound of metal clinking filling the air as he unbuckles his belt, stripping off his leather pants afterwards.

“That you’re the best pussy eater in town,” she then reveals, glancing up briefly to see the smug look on his face before her gaze falls to his groin again.

Of course, Johnny chooses to go commando, and no, she wasn’t shocked at all.

Silently, she marvels at the dick nestled in a thick bush of dark hair. Girthy and long with a slight curve upwards, the thought of it being inside her, barely fitting, made her mouth water. He wasn’t lying when he casually mentioned having an impressive cock.

It definitely did not disappoint.

“Oh sweetheart, that was nothing,” Johnny declares before climbing back on top of V, settling in between her legs. “The main act is just beginning.”

She doesn’t wait for Johnny to kiss her. In an instant, V’s lips were on his, her tongue pushing into his mouth, faintly tasting herself at the same time. Meanwhile, Johnny grips the base of his leaking cock, rubbing its engorged head against her slick folds that had her breathing heavily. V cants her hips impatiently, and through their kiss, he chuckles at her eagerness.

“So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Johnny husks mockingly. “How badly do you want me, slut? I wanna hear you say it.”

A moan escapes her throat at his words as he rubs his tip against her clit. V wants him so, so bad that she’s begging incessantly, something she never does in any of her past fucks. Usually, she was in complete control, never the one to relinquish her power.

Maybe that was the reason why V was utterly drunk with pleasure from this steamy session with Johnny. It’s good not to be in control for once.

“Shit, Johnny. Please, just fuck me already. Fill me up,” V pleads, now helpless at this point. She has to come again, this time around his cock. She repeats her keening over and over again, hoping that it was enough to feed into Johnny’s ego and finally show her mercy.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Tugging at his cock, Johnny forces V’s legs to spread wider as she waits for him, mesmerized. Her pussy was soaked from his ministrations, but when he starts pushing into V, the burning stretch of her walls trying to accommodate his thick length leaves her in tears.

Those tears, however, weren’t entirely from the pain. V was also shedding tears because of how full Johnny makes her feel.

“Fucking hell, V,” he groans as she clamps down on him. “You’re so fucking tight. Damn, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“We were too busy pretending to hate each other,” V replies, digging her nails into Johnny’s back when he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow but rough— as if he’s getting accustomed to the wondrous feeling of being inside of V. It doesn’t last long, though. Johnny has always been a hard and fast kind of guy, the one that does two or three more rounds before passing out. He’s bragged about his amazing stamina as well, and despite V believing she could match it, she probably won’t be able to tonight.

Not when he’s fucking her into the mattress like this for their very first time together.

Johnny’s brutal pace doesn’t falter. He pounds into V harder, faster, rougher; as if his life depends on it, the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh bouncing off every corner of the room. His slick pre-come mixes with her honeyed essence, allowing him to seamlessly reach the depths of her center. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he maneuvers his mechanical hand to wrap around V’s delicate neck, adding pressure when she doesn’t resist.

“That’s it, baby,” Johnny growls next to her ear, rolling his hips as he squeezes her throat tighter. “You’re making me feel so good. I’ve always known you were a dirty whore.”

V’s gasping and thrashing, but she doesn’t want him to stop. She loves the rush of blood through her head far too much, especially with Johnny slamming harshly into her. It gives her a thrill she has never experienced with anyone else. Pretty sure he’s ruining her for others.

But whether this was part of his intentions or not, V doesn’t know. Nor she cares enough to figure it out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, V. Look at you, taking all of my cock like the fucking slut you are. You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you? You practically dream about me every night, and don’t you deny it.”

She doesn’t. Johnny was right, though it doesn’t really matter at this very second. His hold on V loosens for her to speak, and she inhales as much air her lungs could possibly take. She could feel it again, the ultimate high she’s been chasing once more. Johnny’s shaft dragging against her pulsing walls brings her even closer to it, building up the pleasure rising in the pit of her stomach.

“I-I’m close,” V warns, the pressure inside her threatening to break free. “Shit, Johnny, I’m gonna come soon.”

Johnny’s hips jerked harder, causing V to cry out. “Yeah? You’re gonna come? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you come on my cock.”

Halting, he drapes her left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to slide in deeper than he has before. Johnny then pushes his metallic thumb into V’s mouth, and without prompt, she swirls her tongue around it, coating it with her saliva. Not missing a beat, his movement resumes, all bruising and all punishing. He brings his wetted finger on her sensitive pearl, stroking it as if he’s playing his guitar on stage.

The change in angle proves to be the final straw for V, who’s litany of high-pitch moans spurs Johnny to fuck her even more forcefully. Again and again, she takes everything he gives her, and in turn, she encourages him to follow her into the abyss. Her pussy caresses his cock with every frantic push and pull, and she notices how he’s gradually picking up speed, losing his rhythm in the process.

“Your cunt belongs to mine now,” Johnny mutters, gritting his teeth, and it’s becoming clear to V that he’s holding back just for her. “Come on, V. Let go, let go for me.”

Lust-blown eyes lock with V’s own, wordlessly urging her one last time to come undone. Several sharp thrusts later, she finds herself clenching around Johnny’s cock, her orgasm shooting through her like a rain of bullets. Unabashedly, V shouts as her vision whitens, intense waves of ecstasy washing over her shaking body. She’s too absorbed in bliss to realize right away that Johnny was still in her, dick hard and ready for a similar release.

Once she finds her bearings, V grinds her hips against Johnny’s, and immediately, his nails dig into her as he begins to move inside her yet again.

“Don’t stop, Johnny,” she purrs, watching him fuck her with both fast and long strokes. “I want you to cum deep inside me, baby. Shit, I want it so badly. Please, give it to me. Please…”

With a strained moan, Johnny suddenly climaxes, snarling as he shoots searing ropes of his thick, creamy cum into V, painting her inner walls with white. His features contort with pleasure as he throws his head back, his breathing shallow and ragged. When his heart rate returns somewhat back to normal, he slowly pulls his softening cock out, smirking at the sight of his load dripping out of her.

Afterwards, he flops down beside V with a huff, joining her as she stares blankly up at the ceiling. Johnny clears his throat as he shifts closer to V, who instinctively rests her head on his chest. His cyber arm curls around her, and she sighs deeply, seemingly content.

“How about that for a fucking distraction?” He says, recalling how the two of them got here in the place. “Don’t even have to go on a ride to clear your mind. Feel free to ride me instead.”

V laughs at his jest. “It was a great fuck, the best one I’ve ever had if I’m honest. But I’m still going after Cruz.”

Johnny hums in response, seeing V’s weary eyes growing heavier. “Fine, but just to let you know, what happened between us isn’t a one-time thing.”

“Fuck, I hope not. You’re stuck with me till the end of the world, buddy.”

“It’s a good thing you have an amazing pussy then.”

V smacks him lightly as exhaustion begins to take over. Sure, she was still pissed she didn’t get her eddies, but at least now she knows the prick named Johnny Silverhand was surprisingly a cuddler.

And that piece of information was worth gold.

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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whiskey buisness - john shelby x reader (part 2 of ?)

read part one here!

a/n: hey loves! i'm finishing up school rn, but i had to get this out and i'm about to start working on a tommy request immediately after i upload this. anyways, i'm so excited to post this series, it's incredible and i can't thank my bestie @stxdyblr-2k enough. she is a fucking genius :)

prompt: you can't get john out of your head. lo and behold, here he is.

warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, angsty af, soft john (ugh my heart)

Despite your best efforts, you'd been unable to stop yourself yearning for John Shelby. Your pokey flat now often lay empty; you were far too busy to mope at home due to your career as a personal assistant to a local solicitor who was allied with the Shelby's, attending rallies and lectures with Ada and the drunken nights you'd spend at various mansions, galleries and club openings with the "razor chasers" you'd become friendly with due to their refusal to leave Ada alone. Yet still, in those odd seconds of calm you seized over a cigarette, the first seconds after a bump of Tokyo, when you carefully applied your makeup, styled your hair or bathed, you'd think of him. The way the pads of his fingertips felt on your skin, how he’d muttered in your ear how pretty you looked.

But this was different to when you were dreaming about John at 15; he was no longer the allusive older brother of Ada who had a string of beautiful girls on rotation. He wasn’t a fantasy anymore. He was true flesh and blood, and for a moment he had wanted you.

It would be delicious if the whole situation hadn't left a bitter taste in your mouth. Of course you came back to Brum to only immediately fuck it up. The first night, and already you were so close to ruining everything? Looking back, now that you were so close with Ada once more, now that you knew who John had grown to be, that night was cringe inducing. Luckily, no one had seemed to catch on. Luckily, you thrived in the Small Heath rumour mill once again. All the gossip about you was mainly about your substance use, the lads you were seen curling up with outside nightclubs, your intelligence, your helpful nature, sometimes your questionable politics but that was all. John's was far darker, stories of blood, death and gasoline. Recently, the tales of his conquests had quietened, but only due to the lurid delight taken by the factory workers in talking about the recent blinding of some poor fucker who'd crossed the wrong person. Obviously, a lot of the detail had to be exaggerated for shock value and to boost the Shelby status, solidifying them as notorious throughout Birmingham city and its rural surroundings. There were murmurs everywhere about the violent John Shelby: ruthless, cocky, vengeful. It seemed impossible that the same man who cracked shit jokes just to see you smile, kissed you with so much desperation, and prioritised getting you off first could cause such harm without an ounce of guilt or shame to slow his swagger.

Whispers of war were far more constant, but then again, people would say anything for a reaction. You didn't bring it up with Ada. You refused to (openly) partake in mindless gossip on principle, yet you were hungry for information about him.

***********

You'd long forgotten whose wedding you were at. Some loyal blinder, a close friend of the Shelby's, the occasion calling for a large white marquee to be built onto one of Tommy's gardens, fully staffed with the best chef and service team money could buy (from a London restaurant at short notice; when Finn told you the extortionate figure Tommy had paid, your jaw had dropped). The cake, dress and decorations were stunning; you weren't sure exactly what the groom had done for the Shelby's but you could only assume the worst for what they'd splashed out on him.

However, thinking like that only spoilt your night: you'd realised at your fifth club takeover, now you repeated it like a mantra constantly. You'd quickly learnt every excess the Shelby's granted to those outside their circle were due to some perceived sacrifice for being associated with them. Well, that's what you chose to believe after John had sent a junior blinder to your office with a bouquet, the Monday morning after he turned you down. So, it was best to smile and take the shit, get paid, and get out as soon as possible. You were to keep your head down until then.

Yet, keeping your head down was difficult tonight. Ada had treated you to a shopping trip to London for the occasion this morning, Arthur forcing the junior blinders to tag along next to you on the train and trailing less than two metres behind you for hours. You missed the days when it was just you and Ada. It was far more simple without the stares whenever the two of you stepped out. Ada had gotten used to it, she'd devised her own methods of being completely alone; complex plans involving leaving a window open, knotting sheets into a rope and twisting her ankles. Not that she minded, she reckoned the suffocation of being a Shelby was much worse than a few bruised ankles.

You were wearing a clingy emerald green dress from some fancy French boutique you couldn't even pronounce, the diamond necklace sitting along your collarbone and the jewels dangling through your ears were on loan from Ada. You felt eyes unpicking you the moment you entered the after-party. Your arm was linked through Ada's as per usual, she looked equally stylish in a peacock blue number that set off her eyes, her delicate features perfected with makeup.

You'd quickly found your gaggle and began drinking and dancing the night away. Whispers about snow arose from your table, people disappearing to the toilets to rail a line on the bathroom counter, then to the dance floor or to the lap of the poor fucker who'd hold back their hair while they vomited in just a few hours. At least the Blinders were polite about it. Isaiah would kill them if they weren’t. You'd let your arm be tugged on various bathroom trips, treated among your group like secret missions although you weren't entirely subtle about it.

What you weren't aware of was across the marquee, you were being watched by the three men in your life who you'd never want to see you in this state: the Shelby's.

"Looks like Finn's taken your spot, John." Arthur yelled in John's ear over the loud music, gesturing to the youngest Shelby sat at the table next to you who was staring up at you in complete adoration as you chatted across him to Michael, seemingly arguing with him. By the looks of it, you were winning.

John pulled a face at Arthur. “Fuck off, old man. That'll never happen. Finn’s too young for her." He immediately regretted the words that had fallen out of his mouth, revealing far too much for his comfort.

"It's not impossible."

"He's just not right for her, yeah?"

"And you are?"

John didn't bother to bless him with a verbal response, instead flipping him off and downing the rest of his whiskey. "It's not like that."

"What's it like then? Because from where I'm sitting, it's pretty fucking clear, John." Arthur slurred, glass of whiskey sloshing onto his sleeve.

"You're too gone to even know you're chatting shit." John sneered, standing up, "I'm off for a smoke and some fresh air. Try not to fuck anything in my absence, both of you."

His brothers cursed him out as he left. John took a second to figure out his route, purposefully having to cross your path, gesturing for you to follow him subtly. He was surprised you came trailing after him, telling Michael that you weren’t done yelling at him and you’d be back. When you were both only metres from the marquee, he knew you were fucked. You were instantly bored, begging him for a cigarette, which he lit for you, shaking his head at your state.

"You're a fucking mess, love." He said, mouth sloping attractively to one side.

"Takes one to know one, John-boy. Where are we off to, then?"

"Somewhere fucking quiet, can barely hear myself think. Plus, you need to sober the fuck up, lass." He said, softly, as he walked across the dew soaked grass. You followed, heels in hand, holding your dress up as not to ruin it. He sighed, taking the shoes from your hands and wrapping his blazer around your shoulders, linking your arm through his for stability. He kept the distance respectful, but there wasn’t any denying the thick tension in the summer air between the two of you. Ahead, there was a small stone bench sat at the foot of one of Thomas' manicured gardens, and John offered his hand to help you sit. You made small talk and caught up on each other's lives, and you noted John only seemed to glow when you asked about his kids. He talked at length, the drink seemingly unhinging his jaw. There he was again, the John you knew and had admired for so many years. You could sit here forever, watching his blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Yet, it just wasn’t meant to be. You wished you could stop time just for a bit, give you enough moments to memorize the freckles on his skin.

"You know the night I first came home?" The alcohol and snow had loosened your lips. You were teetering on the edge of your boundaries, but you couldn't care enough to hold back.

"The night where absolutely nothing happened?" He joked, raising an eyebrow at you, cautious that you'd randomly brought it up in your state. "Sweetheart, this can wait."

He was warning you. For a second you managed to bite your tongue, but curiosity tipped you over the edge.

"But something nearly happened, right?"

"Y/N. Don't." He warned, his tone icy, suddenly distancing from you, hiding between an emotional boundary which he didn't wish to explore.

"John, it's just us. Can't we even talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about, though. You were off your face then, and now. That's fine. We know where we stand. It can't happen."

"I wanted to. I do want to."

"You don't. Trust me. You need a nice lad who'll marry you and look after you. Just need to keep your nose clean long enough yeah?" He teased, trying to lighten the mood, blue eyes begging you to move on.

Your head turned to face him, your face contorting in a mixture of confusion and irritation. "You don't get to tell me what I want or need. The last thing I want is to marry any lad, nice or not."

"I didn't mean it like that, right? Look, I just meant you deserve better than Shelby scum. You're going places you know? Don't settle for Small Heath." John responded with a pained sigh. He didn’t want to get into it with you; not here, not like this. He'd thought about it, naturally. You were constantly on his mind, yet only problems ever seemed to appear, never solutions. It was best for him to avoid you. Why the fuck did he drag you out here? Horrible idea.

"Your family isn't scum. Where the fuck did you get that from?" Your face was screwed up in genuine rage. "I-"

"Y/N, fuckin’ leave it."

His face had hardened completely now. He'd snapped at you. His voice hadn't raised, it was just the power he spat his order out with. You held up your hands in mock surrender, pointedly taking a cigarette from his front pocket and light it silently, not saying a word.

"Why are you so bothered, anyways?" He asked, breaking the silence like you knew he would. John always had to ask questions.

"Fuck off with that, John. I'm not in the mood."

"What do you mean?" He looked completely lost.

"We nearly had sex. Just sex, nothing else right?"

John remained silent.

"Would it be the worst thing in the world?" You asked, your voice wavering. It was hard enough to get the words out, let alone imagine the response.

"You're far too wasted to chat about this, love."

"John, I’m not-"

"I'm serious. You're fucking mashed like my brothers aren't you? Like all those other fuckers in there." He sounded genuinely angry. In the glow of the sunset he looked so much younger, so hurt and lonely. Why hadn't you noticed before?

He turned to you, eyes widened and shocked at his own outburst. "You're not the only one gone yeah? Ignore me, I'm fucked, sorry."

You reached out your hand and linked your fingers through his in silence, the warm evening wind ruffling your hair and dress, blocked from your skin by John's suit jacket which was wrapped around your shoulders. Not that anyone would notice or care. As long as Ada wasn't with you, you could disappear for hours without any alarm. There you sat in the tranquil last few moments of the day, your hand linked with John's, both beyond tipsy. You weren’t thinking properly but it felt right. You felt safe. You didn't want to have to return to the chaos of the party, to have to catch up on who your friends were currently trying to screw. None of that seemed to matter anymore.

Was it too much to ask for something to be simple? Maybe you didn't have to fuck him. Maybe just these small moments were enough. You laughed at the thought when it crossed your mind; neither you nor John were known for consistency or stability in relationships, you being admittedly rather inexperienced, only having been with a few men, and he had his fair share of escapades. But he was just so different. You wouldn't admit that he'd gotten your attention in any way than purely sexually (which surprised you to admit) and for fun, but you genuinely enjoyed his presence.

He was right though. It wasn't a good idea at all to hook up. There was far too much baggage for both of you to make it worth it.

Just once?

You glanced over at John. He rolled his eyes at you, but the edges of his lips were slightly upturned, his dimples faintly peeking through his defined cheeks.

Just once couldn't hurt.

***

The sky was streaked with shades of gold, amber and blood. John could feel the friction from your knee barely knocking against his, the pressure putting him on edge. In fairness, he had drunk heavily, and that's what happens when you let your guard down around beautiful women. He couldn't believe you had told him you wanted to have sex with him still. He'd chalked the whole situation down to a drunken mistake that would have progressed into a far more significant drunken mistake. Ada would never forgive him if he went for another of her mates. Especially Y/N. No matter if he said that Y/N could be different, that you wasn't just another conquest. But who'd believe him?

Far better to keep his mouth shut.

Far better to play safe.

As you were called back to the party by the gaggle of girls John vaguely recognised from hanging off the arms of other blinders, he realised (despite his state) that you were right. Having sex with you wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. In fact, it might be one of the best.

Just once?

He watched your figure disappear back into the marquee, waiting for you to turn back and look for him. You do. He would have done the same if it was him.

Maybe just once wouldn't hurt.

***

to be continued!

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amethystpath-writes · 3 years

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Monsters and Legends

Don’t worry, it’s fluff :)

(NOT A PR0MPT)

Villain and hero need to stop a bigger villain by somehow acting as a couple, only for them to share a single room and a single bed (im grinning so hard rn) I giggled when I read this request:

******

The phone rang once, twice, three times.

“Why are you calling me?” Hero’s voice was a groan, one annoyed and filled with malice- or was it anxiousness?

Villain understood he was probably the last person Hero would want to hear from. Why would the bad guy of the city be calling her anyways, and how’d he find her number? Those were questions which Hero could ask later. For now- “I need your help,” Villain pleaded right away.

“You need my help?” Hero laughed brittlely on the other end of the line. That’s how Villain heard it, at least. “What makes you think I would ever help y-”

“Supervillain.”

The line went silent as the horror of such a simple name settled in. It wouldn’t matter to Hero how Supervillain’s name still existed- why it was still being muttered, unforgotten. All that meant was that Supervillain was still prevalent, which further meant something needed to be done.

“Is he still alive?”

Well, I suppose that’s a question I can answer for now. “Yes, that’s why I need you. I can’t vanquish him on my own, Hero.”

Yeah? What was Hero supposed to do about it? She wasn’t capable of fighting Supervillain, even if she fought him alongside Villain. The two of them together were still no match for such a beast, a mistake made by nature. Supervillain wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for his ill intentions.

“We beat him before, Hero,” Villain said after another long silence. “We can do it again.”

Hero said, “If we beat him before, then why is he back?” This wasn’t the first time Hero felt hopeless. Even before Supervillain, she had days where she was convinced Villain was unbeatable. She got past that part of her depression, obviously, but it didn’t mean that anxiety didn’t exist elsewhere- such as when it came to Supervillain. “Villain, I quit this business after the first round. I can’t…I can’t do it again.”

“I know.” Villain nodded, even knowing Hero wouldn’t see it on the phone pressed against her ear. “I know, and I get it.”

“If you did, you wouldn’t have called.”

Villain sighed. Maybe she was right, but… “You’re the only one I know who can pull this off.”

“Pull what off, Villain? What plan have you made up that you think might actually be enough? We killed Supervillain. We killed him, and yet you’re telling me that he’s alive? We can’t beat him.”

How could Villain say this? How did he portray this compliment without it sounding like an insult? “Where you lack in strength, you lead in intelligence. You- you’re able to think things out in a moment, whereas it takes me ages. You are so much more capable than you think you are and, believe it or not, I have always admired you.”

Right. Hero wasn’t so certain Villain was telling the truth. Sure, she was smart, and she could even admit that, but…intelligence couldn’t defeat an undead man. Even if it did, what made Villain say something kind to her? He would never spare a compliment to someone as poor as Hero; he wouldn’t spare an insult either. And anyways, who would admire an anxious mess? Not a villain, not by any means, right?

“Why do you need me? What has made you turn to a last resort?” Last resort, meaning asking anyone for help when Villain preferred to work alone.

Villain’s palms were sweating, his phone nearly sliding out of his hand the longer he remained on the line. “He wants my allegiance. Rejecting him would be a death sentence, and you know it. I don’t want to die. Not now. Not just yet. At the same time, I am not going to work for or with this guy.”

Hero was still failing to understand. “How do I fit into this,” she rephrased, “beyond you needing my intelligence?”

“Supervillain never knew you. He doesn’t know your face, your name, your priorities.”

“And?”

“And I told him I have a wife who insists on working with me.”

No. No, no, no. No. But she didn’t say this. “So, you are asking me to jeopardize my own life by appearing at your side as a fake wife who doesn’t know how to properly defend herself.”

“I could teach you, Hero. I’m trained. Strength means nothing if your opponent has technique. I can teach you,” Villain repeated, hands heating impossibly more. “Do this for me and I’ll- I’ll…”

Precisely. “There is nothing you can offer me, Villain.”

“If you don’t do this,” Villain returned, gripping his phone with white knuckles, and curled toes which dug into his carpeted floor, “everyone else will suffer for it. Yourself, included. I don’t know about you, but I think you’ve suffered enough.”

You don’t mean that, Hero wanted to say. You don’t mean anything nice that you’re saying. You’re just desperate. You know that I’ll do anything if it means someone will tell me they’re proud of me at the end of the day. She thought this of everyone- even herself, only she knew someone else was more likely to say they were proud of her than herself.

How did anyone ever call her a hero when she couldn’t even save her own mind from destroying itself?

Easy.

She was a villain to herself, and a hero to others.

“How do I know he’s alive? Am I supposed to take your word for it?”

Villain almost said yes, but he knew Hero would require proof. She didn’t trust herself, let alone anyone else in the world. “There is no evidence of him, but if you’d like to handcuff me every moment we are alone, then I suppose I will hand that to you as your security.”

Hero’s eyes widened. She didn’t have handcuffs; she was no officer, but for Villain to say that, and with such a serious tone…he wouldn’t say something so disadvantageous to him if he didn’t mean it- if it weren’t necessary to gain Hero’s assistance.

“What will it mean,” Hero asked, “to be your wife?”

***

“Supervillain paid for our room.”

Our room? Hero blinked hard before glancing around the hotel lobby. Well, it was beautiful, but Hero hardly had the brain capacity to think about that. “You said our room,” she commented, lips thin and an eyebrow quirked.

“We’re husband and wife.”

“We’re pretending to be husband and wife,” Hero said in a hush-hush tone, hand squeezing Villain’s for umph.

Even as she said it quietly, Villain scolded her lightly, “Lower your voice if you’re going to say things like that.” Villain began his trek to the elevator, arm extending behind him as Hero followed, hand still in his. As much as she hated this act, she sure did like to hold his hand, it seemed. Maybe it was her anxiety which told her any hand was a good hand, even if it were stained in life after life of blood and tears.

“I don’t want to share a room with you,” Hero whispered, so low that Villain wouldn’t have heard her fully had he not turned his ear towards her as they walked down the hall of the seventh floor. “How will I know you won’t take advantage of me?”

Right. No handcuffs. “You think I’d try to kill you after I called you and begged for your help?”

“It could be a trap,” Hero said, tugging her hand out of Villain’s, stopping in the middle of the hall.

“Maybe. But imagine if it isn’t a trap. Imagine you back out now, and the world goes extinct. What regrets would you have then? Surely, they wouldn’t be as bad as committing yourself to a trap, causing only yourself harm instead of billions.”

His tone wasn’t condescending, but it held such magnificence that Hero couldn’t help but cast her eyes downward and nod in silent guilt. Guilt because why couldn’t she have thought of such a scenario on her own? Was she selfish for being so afraid of Villain?

“You’re right.” Hero nodded. “You’re right and I’m sorry.”

Villain took her hand in his own again, softly, with fragile care. “You don’t need to apologize. Your nerves aren’t without reason. I’ll admit I’m not the most trustworthy man. I get it. Remember you are not jeopardizing yourself for me. You’re doing it for the world.”

***

The bed was comfortable- even with Villain laying by Hero’s side. Actually, Villain being by her side might have been what made it so comfortable. The blanket which the hotel provided was too warm, but the body heat which Villain radiated was just comfortable enough that Hero struggled to keep her distrusting eyes open.

“I don’t believe this,” Hero whispered in the dark of the room, expecting Villain to be fast asleep. Apparently, he slept as little as she did.

Villain rolled flat against the mattress before turning on his other side to face Hero, earning a light gasp of surprise from her. “About Supervillain?” he asked- suggesting that Supervillain was still alive.

After regaining a state of sanity, Hero mumbled that, yes, Supervillain being alive seemed unreal, but that wasn’t what she meant. She meant that she was laying next to a man who she both despised and was deathly frightened of, and yet she was comfortable with it- comfortable with his heat. It shouldn’t have meant much; it was only science at play, but it still irked her. Of course, Hero didn’t say any of this.

“It isn’t so bad sharing a bed, is it?” Villain yawned and did a little stretch with his arms, groaning as the skin and muscles of his torso stretched. “You have your side. I have mine.”

“Not so bad,” she agreed.

There was still a danger to it, Hero acknowledged. She was still side-by-side with a villain, still frightened by the thought of Villain silently reaching over the moment he heard Hero’s breathing slowing, pushing a knife against her sleeping body, and shiv her through without a thought. It was possible, and it was likely, wasn’t it?

“Have you thought about what you’ll do tomorrow?” Villain asked.

“Me?” Hero swallowed. “I…no, I haven’t thought about it.”

“That’s unlike you.”

Hero turned her head over her shoulder, finding Villain’s moonlight glinting eyes. “Asking someone for help is unlike you. What made you do it?”

“I couldn’t do it alone. I told you-”

“That’s not the truth. Well, it is, but it’s not the full truth.” Hero paused. “When have you ever admitted that you aren’t enough to accomplish a goal? You sought me out for my intelligence, but what else? You don’t ask for help, Villain. It’s not who you are.”

Silence followed, giving hero enough time to gather the courage it took to roll over, to face Villain with her whole body like he did with her before yawning.

“I’m scared,” Villain said, matter-of-factly. “I’m scared that when it is all over, then history will forget me for all the terrible things I’ve done.”

Confused, Hero asked, “Wasn’t the reason you chose the dark side because your crimes would be so extravagantly memorable?” This conversation wasn’t aiding Hero’s underlying fear of lying in bed with Villain. Still, she wanted answers.

“I realized I was wrong. If I don’t do something good for once, I’ll be remembered as a monster, and you see, I want to be remembered as a legend.” Villain drew in a deep breath, turning his head slightly away from Hero before exhaling. “There’s a difference between monsters and legends, I realized. Honour is legendary; Fear is monstrous. Having said that, there’s no fear in honour, so what’s the point in all those criminal activities except mindlessness and naivety? It’s not as fun or rewarding as I thought it’d be.”

“You stay awake and think at night like I do, don’t you?”

Villain nodded. Hero nodded.

Hero’s hand slid across the sheets until her fingertips touched Villain’s. Holding his hand was comforting when she considered they would be meeting Supervillain tomorrow- that Villain’s face would be the only familiar one, the only one she could trust even though she hardly even trusted it at all.

Hearing what Villain said now, in the deepest stage of the night…maybe he was worth trusting.

Maybe there was a good reason she was holding his hand.

And maybe there was a good reason she enjoyed the warmth that rolled off her body.

Maybe there was a reason beyond anxiousness and fear that made Hero’s heart beat a little faster than usual.

“Do you think we could both be legends?” Hero asked, to which Villain responded, with a tight squeeze of Hero’s hand:

“I do.”

It wasn’t the only time he would utter those words. Next time, Hero would be wearing a white gown, and Villain, a tux.

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queenxxxsupreme · 3 years

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dad!witchers and getting interrupted

A/N: I did have a few different asks for how the dad!witchers would react to being interrupted while trying to have sexy times with their SO, but I can't find them in my mess of an inbox.... But here it is nonetheless! Also! I don't have access to my taglist rn but tomorrow I will add the taglist!

Warnings: adult themes, suggestive language, but no explicit smut

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Lambert

“Fucking finally.” Lambert pushed the door to your bedroom shut so that it was just cracked open.

“She’s asleep?” You looked up from the book in your hands.

“Yeah. Little twerp."

“Gets her sleeping habits from you.” You commented. Your eyes returned to the page you were on.

“Well you know what helps me sleep?” Lambert pulled off his top, tossing it down on to the floor.

You frowned, looking down at the article of clothing.

“You pick that up, Lambert. I don’t want a mess–,”

“I’ll pick it up later. Yeesh.” He moved around to your side of the bed, plucking the book from your hands.

“That was rather rude.” You crossed your arms, trying your best to hide the grin that so desperately wanted to form on your lips.

“Yeah, yeah.”

With a flick of his wrist, the candles you kept around the room for times like this were lit and the fire in the hearth lessened.

“I think we should have Eskel take Eva for the weekend.” Lambert climbed on to the bed, straddling your thighs. You giggled at the positions you were in. Usually they were reversed with you straddling him.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d want to stress Eskel out like that. Eva is quite a handful compared to Nadia.”

“Eskel’s a saint.” Lambert leaned down to kiss you. “He’s got the patients of…. Of…. Whatever has patients like he does. I don’t want to talk about him in bed.”

“You’re the one who brought him up.”

“Don’t sass me.” Lambert kissed your lips.

In one swift movement, he rolled you both over so that he was on bottom and you were on top.

His hands started to push your nightgown up, fingertips trailing along your thighs.

But the moment didn’t last long.

“Fuck. The little devil is coming.” He grumbled. He could hear your daughter's footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Damn it.” You climbed off of him with little grace. Lambert gave you a push and threw the duvet over you in case you weren’t covered entirely.

“Mommy?” Eva pushed your bedroom door open.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” You turned your head to look at the door.

“Don’t tell daddy, but I think there’s a spider in my room.”

Eskel

You placed the empty bowl down on the counter and turned to check the oven when you bumped into your husband.

“Oh! Eskel, I didn’t hear you.”

“Sorry, doll.” He offered you a sheepish smile.

“Where’s Nadia?” You asked as you moved around him to get to the oven.

“She’s laying down for her nap.”

“Finally.” You laughed a little. The two pies that were in the oven appeared to need a little more cooking.

Eskel didn’t let you move past him this time. His arm reached out and wrapped around you before pulling you into his body. He pressed a kiss to your lips and then to your neck. His large hands gripped the back of your thighs. With little effort, he hoisted you up onto the counter top.

“Eskel!” You whispered loudly, playfully swatting at his chest. “Nadia–,”

“She’s asleep.” He assured you. “Just let me give you attention please.”

“Eskel, love. I’ve got things in the oven. I can’t let them burn.”

“I’ll help you make more later if something happens to them.” He pulled you to the edge of the counter, arms securely wrapping around you. “Please, doll. I miss this. I just want to kiss you.”

You tilted your head to the side as he continued to kiss at your neck. This allowed him more access to your neck. Goosebumps broke out across your skin.

“That’s how we ended up with Nadia.” You teased him, turning your head to kiss the side of his neck. A chuckle rumbled in his chest.

His hands began to work at your skirt, pulling the material up.

“One more wouldn’t hurt.”

“Not while she’s so young.” You pulled away from him in an attempt to make eye contact with him but he was far too interested in leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

“We could handle it.”

The sound of little footsteps coming down the hallway made you tense up. Eskel could hear them too. He moved your skirt back into place and stepped away from you, clearing his throat.

You looked over your shoulder to see Nadia coming into the kitchen.

“You should be sleeping, Miss Nadia.” Eskel told her.

“Can’t sleep.” She frowned, shaking her head. “Will you come lay with me, mommy?”

You shared a glance with Eskel.

“You take care of the pies. I’ll go lay down with her.”

“Of course.” He nodded. He held a hand out for you to help you down from the counter. Before you could slip away, he pulled you in to kiss your temple. “Tonight, we’ll pick up where we left off.” He promised, the words whispered against your skin.

“You’re a troublemaker.” You shook your head with a giggle, teasingly pushing against his chest.

“Will you read me a book, mommy?” Nadia asked, holding her arms out towards you. You picked her up and put her on your hip.

“Of course. Which one would you like?”

Geralt

You brushed your fingers through your hair as you looked yourself over in the mirror. The new nightgown you wore was a pretty shade of light blue and fit your figure rather well. You were excited to show it to Geralt. You just hoped that Bram would go to sleep and stay asleep so that you could properly show your husband.

The bedroom door opened behind you.

Geralt stopped, raising his brows at the sight of you in the lingerie.

“What’s this?”

“I figured we could spend the night having a little…. time together.” You moved away from the vanity and towards the bed. “Is Bram asleep?”

“Yes. He insisted on a song.”

“And you sung to him?”

“Of course.” Geralt huffed.

“You’re so sweet.”

Yellow eyes flickered over you as he approached you. Large hands slipped around your waist.

“You look beautiful.” He dipped his head down to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you.” Your hands trailed along his arm and up to his shoulders. You tilted your head to the side as he began to leave kisses along your neck. “Do you like the color?”

“The what?”

“The color of the nightgown.”

He rumbled against your skin, fingertips digging into our waist. He pulled your hips flush against his and then reached down for your thighs.

“It’d look better on the floor.”

“Geralt!” You gasped, hands tightening around his shoulders when he lifted you up with ease. “Your back–,”

“My back is fine.”

You weren’t a light little doll that could just be thrown around. But your husband always loved to pick you up and manhandle you.

He rested one knee on the edge of the bed and then carefully placed you on the bed.

“Whatever– Geralt, your beard is tickling me.” You giggled as his scruffily jaw rubbed against your neck. “Whatever you do, don’t rip this one. I just bought it for you.”

“For me?” He gunned, lifting his head just enough to look at you. “Then I should be able to do with it as I please.”

“Is that so?” You raised a brow teasingly. “I only have a few good gowns because of you, sir. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t rip it like an animal.”

He smirked, dipping his head down to your chest.

But he stopped suddenly and lifted his head, turning his head towards the door to your room.

“What is it?” You asked him.

“Bram.” He groaned, pushing himself up off of the bed. “He’s fussing.”

“I can’t hear it.” You sat up.

“He isn’t being too loud but he’s awake again.”

“Do you want me to go get him?” You asked, but your husband was already going towards the door.

“I can get him.”

You smiled softly.

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foilfreak · 3 years

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4 Lords Raise Rose AU Ideas

Not a single person asked for this, but that other post where I talk about the 4 lords adopting Rose but still technically being terrible people got way more popular than I expected it to, so, with about 6 shots of tequila in my system and a terrible urge to spit my thoughts out for all the internet to see and judge, I’ve decided to make a follow up post. Here’s how I think the 4 lords would take care of Rose in the event they rebelled against Mother Miranda and decided to raise Rose as their own instead, but like under the cut after a little bit cuz i accidentally went way too fucking hard with this and I don’t want ppl to get mad at me for making them scroll for an hour to get past this post:

First and foremost, I think they’d do it in stages, and what I mean by this is that Rose would essentially be given to a specific Lord for some period of her life, like a couple years, and then when she was deemed old or strong or annoying enough, she’d be moved to a different lord for some period of time and so on and so forth. They would do this because a) they all live in different areas and have shit to do so it’s easier to have Rose live with one lord at a time and then the other lords can just go visit her there from time to time, rather than try to work out a weekly custody schedule which we all know Alcina and Karl would NEVER be able to agree on so let’s not even bother, and b) because each lord would have either some skill or set of knowledge that would make them the best for caring for Rose at that specific point in her life. This way, all the lords have a (somewhat) equal chance to be a part of Rose’s life and teach her something while she’s with them. So with all that in mind now, let’s get down to who would have Rose and at what point in her life.

1. Starting off with infant Rose, I think she’d end up with the Dimitrescu’s for the first few years of her life, and the reason why I think this is because... well, Alcina IS already a mother to 3 girls, and while we don’t know a terrible amount about Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela’s “upbringing” under Alcina, we can gleam and theorize from her notes that, despite their fully grown bodies, the girls could very well have started out with the mental and physical capabilities of infants, and thus needed to be cared for and brought up in a similar manner as infants or children until they reached a certain point where they could officially be considered adults in mentality and ability, not just in physical appearance. So with this in mind, it’s entirely possible that Alcina could have at least some vague idea of how to care for an infant child through her experiences with the bug sisters; perhaps there’s some gaps in her knowledge, but if nothing else I imagine Alcina would be an infant Rose’s best shot at surviving infancy if only because the other 3 are so incompetent on how to care for a baby that Alcina looks like an expert in comparison. Not to mention that, of the possible locations for an infant to be raised, I do genuinely think that castle Dimitrescu would be the safest place for Rose to be kept during this vulnerable part of her life. Not only that but if Alcina has actually come to care for Rose as though she were one of her own daughters, then she would absolutely spoil Rose rotten with all the nicest clothes and fanciest toys, things that a small infant wouldnt be able to appreciate but would show that she’s loved and cared for nonetheless, and don’t even get me started on the bug sisters, I could see them fawning over Rose for hours on end, playing with her, singing to her, telling her stories of all the man-things they’ve gotten to play with today, and so much more. Overall, Rose would just be the most spoiled and pampered little baby with the Dimitrescus and there’s no changing my mind about this. The only thing I’m struggling to wrap my head around is how they’d feed her, since I doubt a small infant would take very well to blood wine and human flesh. I suppose it wouldn’t be terribly outrageous for them to hire a wet nurse/nanny to care for Rose during the day while the other Dimitrescus go about their daily duties, and when Rose is finally old enough to be introduced to solid food (I.e. fried human flesh cubes) they could do what they always do and turn the nurse into wine too, I guess. It’s not a solid idea but it’s more plausible than anything else I thought of so it’ll work!

2. After spending about 3 years with the Dimitrescus, Rose would then be moved to the Beneviento house. Now, If u don’t know anything about 3 year olds, then you’re probably ignorant to the fact that they are some of the craftiest, sneakiest, and most coniving groups of people to exist on this planet. 3 year olds are masters at getting into and touching just about anything and everything u don’t want them to touch, and worst of all, u won’t realize what they’re doing until they’ve already done it and left a huge mess behind, so while the Dimitrescus love and adore Rose dearly, they know it’s sadly time to hand her over when they find her sitting on top of a pile of dead bodies playing with a metal scythe in the dungeons. Once Rose is dropped off at the Beneviento house, I imagine Donna is her usual stoic self the first few weeks Rose is with her. She’s not cold or distant necessarily, in fact she’s quite happy that it’s finally her turn with precious baby Rose, but Donna isn’t exactly known for being outwardly expressive herself (and even Angie isn’t being quite as forward as she normally is), so things are quiet and peaceful for the first little while that Rose is under her care. It’s not until Rose takes an interest in her doll Angie, and more importantly the things that Donna can do with Angie, that things really start getting fun. By the end of Rose’s first month in the Beneviento house she and Donna are the best of friends and often spend their days either playing dress up and make pretend with Donna’s extensive doll collection, or playing elaborate games of cat and mouse, where Donna will set up lots of puzzles throughout the house for Rose to find and solve (I.e. rose has to match her dress to the doll with the same one as her to find a map telling her which kitchen cabinet Donna hid the chocolate in, or something like that), but be careful little Rose, Angie has been trying to get her hands on that chocolate all day, and if u take too long, she’ll find the map first and eat all the chocolate without saving you a single piece. Just silly little puzzles with enough at stake to engage the mind of a curious 3 year old, but never enough to put rose in any actual danger. Donna is nothing if not a watchful caretaker, so she makes sure she has sight of Rose at all times, occasionally giving her a hint if she’s struggling, and perhaps occasionally making things harder if that day’s puzzle is proving too easy for her. Overall, Rose’s time with Donna, while not as grand and luxurious as the Dimitrescus, was still a fun and enriching experience for the young girl, and there’s nobody in this world who thinks that Donna’s scar is cool more than Rose.

3. After another 3 years with Donna, Rose is now 6 years old and officially far too good at puzzle solving for Donna to keep up with. No matter what she tries or how hard she makes it, Rose just keeps blazing through the puzzles at an almost alarming rate, making it clear that Rose is desperately in need of not only a change in scenery, but also a change in education, and this is where Salvatore finally comes in. After leaving the Beneviento house, I think the next logical place for Rose to stay would be with Salvatore, who, with lore hinting at him perhaps being a scholarly man of some kind, would basically act as her elementary school teacher throughout the duration of her stay. Now, to be fair, Rose could have gone to Heisenburg’s factory, but Heisenberg outright refused to take her and the other 3 lords decide that the factory is simply too dangerous for Rose rn, who thus far hasn’t shown any signs of being anything other than a normal human girl with no noticeable abilities (save for a smart mouth and a terrifying habit of popping up when least expected, a habit she mostly uses to mess with Heisenberg, much to his disdain and Lady Dimitrescu’s delight), so it is to the mutant fish man’s unimaginable delight that he is unanimously voted Roses next caretaker, and the one responsible for her basic education. Despite his initial excitement however, when Rose is finally dropped off at the windmills by Donna, Salvatore realizes that he’s not 100% sure what to do with Rose now that he has her. He’d like to get started on her education right away but at the same time he’s so fearful of Rose hating him because of his disgusting appearance that he kind of just... avoids her entirely at first. He’s never far away from the little girl and is always ready to jump to her rescue should she need it, but other than that Salvatore seldom allows himself to be seen for the first month that Rose is with him, the only sign of him still being around being the platefuls of food that mysteriously appear in Rose’s room 3 times a day, as well as the occasional shiny trinket Salvatore found and thought Rose would like. At first, rose doesn’t seem to mind being left entirely to her own devices, but after every stone, log, and rotting fish corpse within 5 miles of the lake has been turned over and thoroughly examined, Rose decides she’s had quite enough of her Uncle Sal ignoring her, prompting the headstrong little girl to go looking for him herself. She finds Salvatore hiding underneath a patch of floating algae not far away from where she was playing and all but demands that the mutant man come out of the water and give her something to do or she’d tell Mother on him. Salvatore, shocked by the small child’s fearlessly blunt request, hesitates, not wanting to frighten Rose, but ultimately relents, crawling out of the water and timidly suggesting that he teach her how to read and write. Rose quickly agrees, seeming totally unbothered by Salvatore’s grotesque appearance, and the two quickly move to the schoolroom that had been set up specifically for Rose, where Salvatore spends hours upon hours a day teaching Rose everything he knows, filling the little girl’s head up first with the basics, letters and words, then numbers and simple equations, followed later by historical dates and time periods, algebraic formulas, and classic literature analysis, then biology, chemistry, physics, astrology, calculus, ecology, and so much more. Basically, anything there is to know, Salvatore knows at least something about it and he’ll make sure that Rose knows about it too. In the 3 years Rose spends with Salvatore she goes from already sharp as a whip, to being smarter than most adults even, and Salvatore takes immense pride in how intelligent and knowledgable Rose becomes thanks to his surprisingly effective teaching style. Overall, as a caretaker, Salvatore is pretty weird and doubts himself a lot, but Rose thinks he’s funny and loves learning from him so they get along very well and she loves him very dearly! He probs teaches her to swim and fish too.

4. So another 3 years come and go with incredible speed, and its with great sadness on Salvatore’s part that Heisenberg finally comes banging on the fish man’s door, all but demanding that he now be given his turn with Rose. Now, personally, I can see several different arguments being raised by the other 3 lords over why its a terrible idea to let a 9 year old anywhere near Heisenberg, much less be given into his care fully. After about 9 years of seeing his siblings paling around with the constantly growing child, and looking like theyre having the time of their lives all the while, however, Karl decides that perhaps there’s more to this little girl than he originally thought, and, with his interest now piqued (or at the very least looking forward to pissing the other 3 off for entertainment purposes), that its only fair that he be given a turn with her now too, seeing as how he’s the only one who hasn’t been given the chance to be her caretaker yet. This naturally does NOT go over well with the other 3 lords. Alcina all but threatens to kill Karl should he step so much as within 10 ft of Rose, while Donna pipes up and demands to know what his sudden interest in Rose is. Even Salvatore, who is quick to flinch away from direct conflict, goes as far as to harshly point out the plethora of times Karl had outright denied their previous attempts to get him to engage with Rose, so why on earth would they hand her over to him now when he’s previously shown to have absolutely no interest in her? After a long spout of yelling between the 4 siblings, an agreement is reached, wherein Rose herself will be given the chance to decide whether she wants to go with Heisenberg, or whether she’ll return to one of the other 3 lords for the time being. It is to Alcina, Donna, and Salvatore’s absolute horror however, that Rose enthusiastically agrees to go with her Uncle Karl to live in his factory, and with the deal already set, the other lords can do nothing to stop her from going. The trip to drop off Rose at heisenberg’s factory is a long and arduous one, especially for Salvatore, who sobs the whole way there about Rose forgetting about him despite the young girl’s insistence that she’d visit. The first thing Karl does after officially having Rose handed over to him, is give her an extensive list of all the places in the factory in which she is under no circumstances permitted to enter without his permission (which basically only leaves the control room and the old storage closet that acts as her bedroom as viable places for Rose to go and explore). The second thing Karl does is dump her in her new storage closet bedroom and then hightail it for his workshop to work on whatever sick and twisted amalgamation he’s got cooked up this time around. At first, Rose isn’t terribly bothered by this, since she’s used to having something of an “adjustment period” when she’s with a new caretaker, but unfortunately for her, this adjustment period lasts a hell of a lot longer than the others did, and by the time 3 months of almost no meaningful contact with Karl, Rose decides to take matters into her own hands and ascends into the depths of the factory despite the express orders not to do so. Now, going back to the idea that the 4 lords are still pretty terrible people, I doubt Rose has been kept ignorant to the less savory aspects of her caretaker’s lives, and tbh she probably doesn’t think anything of the fact that the Dimitrescus makes wine out of the blood of virgin women or that Salvatore still does cadou experiments (and had her help on occasion), but I imagine even Rose would find the projects Karl works on to be at least a little

4, cont. gruesome and horrifying in nature, especially since Heisenberg is the one she knows the least about. However, instead of turning Rose away from Heisenberg, these terrifying metal creatures she sees locked up only spark her already insatiable curiosity, and by the time she finally tracks Karl down, Rose is all but trembling to learn more about this horrifyingly fascinating metal world. Unfortunately, Karl is not nearly as happy to see Rose as Rose is to see him, and the engineer all but grabs Rose by the scruff of her neck and drags her back up to the control room, yelling and screaming at her all the while about how she was explicitly instructed not to enter these parts of the factory without his permission. Needless to say that Rose does not enjoy this treatment and immediately lashes out, half out of anger and half out of confusion as to why Karl was treating her like this. He was the one who wanted her here in the first place, so why the hell was he just ignoring her now? It didn’t make any sense and it was starting to piss Rose off, so naturally the only thing left for her to do in order to solve this complicated situation would be to continue to disobey Karl until he either gave up and sent her back to one of the other lords, or finally payed some damn attention to her for once. So that’s exactly what she did. Every single day Rose left her room (which Karl kept telling himself he needed to put a lock on, but never did cuz he’s an idiot) and descended down into the depths of the factory looking for something ogle at or tinker with, and every single day Karl would track her down wherever she’d managed to get to and throw her back upstairs threatening to feed her to the lycans if she did it again. This incredibly frustrating cycle continued on for the better part of the next month or so, finally coming to a head when Rose managed to wander into the part of the factory where the... less than successful experiments got put whenever Karl doesn’t have any further use for them but is feeling too lazy to kill them off himself. Long story short, Rose runs into a Sturm that chases her around the factory, causing all manner of mayhem and destruction, and would have torn her to ribbons had it not been for Karl, who jumped in at the last second and was able to fend the damn thing off long enough for Rose to get the ever living fuck out and back up to the control room where it’s safe. There’s a lot of loud noises and explosions coming from deep within the factory that last for what feels like an eternity, but Rose doesn’t dare venture out again until everything has gone eerily quiet and a deep sense of worry has settled in the pit of her stomach over what had become of her latest caretaker. Turns out the Sturm had recognized its creator and, after watching its initial prey escape because of said creator, quickly decided that it fucking hated Karl with every fiber of its being and wanted him dead if it was the last thing it’s propellers did. Now, we all know that Karl is a big strong boy who’s more than capable of handling his own creations and taking down strong enemies, but the Sturm is a creation that even he struggles to control on good days and today is decidedly not a good day so not only does Karl not have the slightest bit of control over the death machine trying to kill him, but its also a lot stronger than Karl initially thought and apparently not picky about the method which causes Karl’s death, which is evidenced by the nearly dead Sturm ramming itself into a power generator as a final act of defiance and nearly blowing up the whole factory and everybody inside. Heisenberg is able to contain the explosion somehow but not without considerable damage to himself first. Rose is, naturally, quite horrified to find Karl passed out in the elevator that had taken him up from the lower levels of the factory where the explosion was, skin burnt nearly to a crisp in certain areas and blood pooling from just about every part of him, and immediately heads over to try and help her injured caretaker.

4, cont. again cuz I physically can’t stop myself. Now, I imagine that any normal 9 year old probably wouldnt be able to handle this sort of situation in any meaningful way, but i think we can all agree that Rose is the furthest thing from normal (especially considering who raised her) and has probably seen enough blood and gore to not be terribly freaked out by it, but this is where things get a little speculative because we don’t know what Rose’s powers are exactly but we do know from the final cutscene that she does have them, perhaps even a plethora of abilities, and I like to think that some of those powers are related to Ethan’s superhuman healing capabilities, but unlike Ethan however, who from what we’ve seen could only heal himself, Rose can actually heal other people (tho this isn’t something she’s aware of at this point in time). The second the elevator door opens to reveal, what looks to be, a half-dead Karl slumped over in the corner, Rose panics and runs to him, doing everything she can think of save for maybe grabbing him by the collar or slapping him across the face, to try and get Karl to wake up, except nothing works, he wont wake up no matter how hard Rose tries and i imagine this must be incredibly distressing for Rose who never intended for something like this to happen or for her caretaker to die because he had to protect her even tho he told her not to go down there because its dangerous and anything down there WOULD kill her if given the opportunity. Anyways Rose is now full on sobbing on top of Karl like only a 9 year old who just discovered that her actions have consequences can, but unbeknownst to her (and technically Karl cuz he’s a little busy bleeding out all over the floor) Karl’s wounds are slowly beginning to close, the burns on his face and hands shift from a bright red to a dark brown before crusting over and flaking off, and even his breathing, which had been labored and inconsistent at first, began to level out slightly. Karl woke up not long after that and was surprised to find that a) he was still alive, which was cool, b) he was injured but not in indescribable pain, also cool, and c) there was a literal sobbing child all but sitting on top of him, which is definitely not something Karl was expecting but he supposed he’s been met with worse things upon waking up after almost dying so why question it. After taking a moment to gather their bearings, the two return to the safer parts of the factory to rest and recover and for the most part this little incident of their’s goes largely unspoken, with Rose not exactly in the mood to talk about how her disobedience nearly got herself and Karl killed, and Karl being too fucking tired to go after her about it, especially since she seems to have learned her lesson. The only downside to this whole thing is that now Karl has a busted up fuckin leg thats gonna take an eternity to heal even for him, and with so much work to still do he’s more or less forced to drag Rose around the factory and use her like the annoying assistant he never wanted (except he did want her, thats how this whole fucking mess started, you lug), except that Rose, who is more than used to playing lab assistant from her time with Salvatore, quickly proves to be a rather capable and handy person to have around, if only because she knows the difference between a philips and a flathead screwdriver even better than he does. An amicable, if still slightly awkward peace settles over Heisenberg’s factory once Karl starts actively engaging with Rose and giving her something to do on a daily basis, even if its just standing around watching him work and occasionally having her questions about what he’s doing answered. It doesn’t take very long after that for Karl to begin realizing that perhaps throwing a huge tantrum to get Rose to come here only to ditch her upstairs by herself for 3 months might not have been the smartest (or most considerate) thing he’s ever done, and even goes as far as to (kinda) apologize to Rose for being such a dick to her since she arrived.

4, last one i swear. Rose forgives him, though not before adding that she already knew he was an asshole from Alcina, which earns her a halfhearted swipe from Karl that Rose easily dodges with a childish giggle. From that point on their relationship improves astronomically as Karl finally gives in and teaches Rose about about engineering and everything else that goes into making the metal horrors that he’s known for. Karl is shocked at how quickly Rose picks up on the trade, getting to the point where Karl wonders if he should start giving Rose her own projects to work on, but quickly rolls his eyes and groans when he remember that Salvatore was the one responsible for her education up until this point, the mere thought of having to give compliments to that “moronic freak” for giving Rose such a good educational foundation makes him want to vomit despite how secretly impressed he is. Overall, Rose’s time with Heisenberg starts out shaky, very shaky even, but after a bit of disaster and some swallowing of the pride on Karl’s part, they end up growing quite close and have a nice fun Uncle and martass Neice dynamic. They make a good team and Karl does genuinely enjoy having a little assistant around to help him with his projects, even if Rose can sound a bit too much like Alcina on some days for his liking.

5. 3 more years come and go and now Rose is a strong and healthy 12 years old, perhaps riddled with a few more scars and smearings of ash and motor oil across her skin than when she first arrived but still strong and capable nonetheless. Going back to that first statement however, this of course means that it’s time for the other 3 lords to come banging on Karl’s door for a change, all but demanding that Rose be handed back over to them. Karl of course refuses, telling them all to fuck off and that Rose didn’t want a leave the factory, so upon realization that all 4 lords were gathered here with the intention of taking Rose back to live with them indefinitely, a fight immediately breaks out between the 4 siblings, as each one makes their case as to why Rose should be returned to them and not the other 3, which of course none of the 4 lords can come to an agreement about because they ALL want Rose to stay with them. So after another long and pointlessly arduous argument, Alcina finally breaks, proclaiming that they’d be here for all eternity of they didn’t make a decision now, and that, like the first time the 4 siblings argued over whether Rose should go with Heisenberg or return to one of the previous lords, Rose would be the one to decide which of her four caretakers she would return to. The agreement is made reluctantly, mostly on the part of Salvatore, Donna, and Heisenberg, but there was seemingly no other way for them to come to a decision, so it would unfortunately have to be up to Rose to decide which of her 4 caretakers she wants to stay with permanently. Rose is quickly brought before the 4 lords and explained the situation, before being given some time to herself to think and make her final decision. A tense and uneasy silence falls over the 4 lords as they wait for the little girl, who they had shown an uncharacteristic amount of mercy and time and devotion and love in the 12 years since Mother Miranda had brought her to the village with the intention of using her to revive an already lost and long-gone baby that she never would have gotten back no matter how hard she tried. Although they refused to admit it to one another, the lords all secretly knew that Rose had wormed her way into each of their cold, dead hearts, reviving an aspect of their humanity that they’d all thought had been lost ages ago. Rose came to the village bringing with her a wave of death and destruction, and yet throughout her childhood she has brought them nothing but light and life, illuminating their previously dark and desolate existences. The 4 lords loved their Rose very dearly and desperately wanted her to be happy, yet each of them possesses a dark and selfish desire to have Rose pick them over the other 3, to come and live with them forever and fill the hole deep inside them that they never knew needed filling. After a short while, Rose comes back out and stands before her 4 beloved caretakers, looking around nervously as she picks at her fingernails. The silence is thick and heavy as the 4 lords stare at the young girl, waiting with bated breaths for her to give her final verdict. Rose continues to say nothing as tears begin to flow from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks in thick streams as the girl begins to sob, dropping her head and clenching her dress. The 4 lords look between one another in confusion, unsure of what to do with this sudden burst of tears. Rose tearfully admits that she can’t and doesn’t want to choose which of the 4 lords she wants to live with permanently because she loves them all very much and wants to be able to see and live with all of them, like they’ve done thus far. Although the lords detest the idea of having to share Rose with anyone, they reluctantly come to an agreement for the girl’s sake, deciding that they would continue with the arrangement they’ve had thus far, only that Rose would switch between caretakers every 3 months instead of every 3 years, giving rose plenty of opportunities to see each of her caretakers just like she wanted. From then on, Rose continues to live her life

5, cont. growing up and learning more and more from each of her beloved caretakers. Although Rose would likely never know what a normal life looks like, living with 4 criminally insane monsters in the remote mountain village in Romania, it would be impossible to say that she wouldn’t have a happy life despite that. Perhaps its because the girl simply doesn’t know any better, so she doesn’t have the ability to see just how messed up her life and her 4 caretakers really are, but i imagine that Rose probably wouldn’t care very much to learn even if she had the opportunity. She’s a happy little girl living a strange but enjoyable life with the only family she’ll ever need. What more could she possibly ask for?

6. As for how Mother Miranda would play into this whole scenario I’ve just drunkenly spat out, im honestly not 100% sure. Ive seen some people suggesting that MM just kinda chills and lets the lords do what they want with Rose, but tbh I honestly don’t see that happening in this universe. MM would still have been just as crazy and driven to get Eva back as she was in canon, so i doubt she’d willingly standby and let her “false children” take away her one shot of getting her real child back simply because they didn’t want to hurt her, i just don’t personally see that happening. The two most likely scenarios i can come up with is that the Lords either banded together and look Miranda on together, their combined forces being enough to take her down and kill her, OR, Ethan is the one to take down MM like he did in canon but he passes out before he can get to rose, giving the lords (who he hadn’t ended up killing but just escaping from i guess) the opportunity to slide in, grab rose, and hightail it out of there, leaving Ethan’s body to be retrieved by Chris, who, due to not seeing or hearing Rose anywhere, believes that Rose must have been accidentally killed along with MM, which he later tells to Ethan and Mia. Regardless of how MM gets taken out of the picture (or if she’s given room to potentially come back later), the 4 lords retreat with Rose and begin the whole cycle I explained up above, but i did want to briefly address how I saw MM fitting into all of this since she is a vital part of the original story and the biggest obstacle to the lords having anything to do with Rose.

Anyways, that was so much longer than I intended it to be but I had so much fun with it just because it gave me the opportunity to spit some fun ideas and potential plot points out about this cool AU that I like and hope someone does SOMETHING with, please god someone do it, I’d do it myself but i have enough projects at the moment unfortunately. If you managed to make it all the way to the bottom, thank you for reading all of that, I appreciate it, and I hope you enjoyed at least some parts of this, and maybe even agree with some of the things I said. Feel free to leave your own ideas in the comments, I’d love to read them and hopefully if enough people like this maybe i will actually do something with it. Who knows? I certainly dont. Anyways thank you for reading all this, i hope you have a great day, and maybe ill see you around in another post. Bye!!! <3

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