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when it's rainin'

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 2,666 ;)

warnings: swearing, reader has a fear of thunderstorms, kinda newly established relationship, a few sexual innuendos, fluff

a/n: hi! this was very self-indulgent for me and i am decidedly dedicating this fic to all of my fellow thunderstorm fearers. i see you. i am you. i hope this isn't too bad. i revised it too many times and i'm still feeling a little fretful over it. also, the title is a fleetwood mac lyric. bite me. anyways, please let me know what you think! mwah mwah i love you <333

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“Billy, I gotta get going.”

You squeeze the fat of his thigh where it’s draped over both of your legs. He takes hold of your wrist; his grip gentle, if not a little teasing.

He turns to look at you, head lolling against the back of the couch. His hair is pushed up messily behind him on the cushion. You know that if he were to sit up, it’d be matted in the way that it gets when he lays on it for too long.

Billy knows the cogs in your brain are at work. The beginnings of a cocky smirk play at the corners of his mouth. He furrows his brow, faux concern written all across his face, as if something’s wrong.

“But it’s rainin’, baby.” He gives his head a little shake, like he can’t believe you’d leave in weather like this.

His smirk is in full bloom when he laces his fingers with yours and lifts your hand up to his mouth. You turn to look out the window and feel him press a kiss to your knuckles.

He’s buttering you up and you know it.

“It’s just rain, Hargrove. And I do know how to drive.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, the rain picks up, enough so that you can hear it pounding against the roof.

Billy laughs, low and sweet. You glare at him.

“Fine. I’ll wait it out.”

“Mhm,” he grunts, peeling his leg off of yours and repositioning himself on the couch. He leans up against the arm, and holds his own out to you. You know what he’s doing, so you oblige.

Billy loves to watch storms, and holding you this way makes for a better view out the window. You lean into him, back pressed to his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and buries his face in your neck.

There’s a crack of lightning and the rumble of thunder that follows seems to shake the earth itself. Your stomach drops. This is exactly what you hadn’t wanted to happen, and now you’re stuck here, with Billy, internally panicking over a thunderstorm. Admittedly, you do feel a bit safer than you would alone in your bedroom, but this fear isn’t exactly something you share with others.

“You can’t drive home in that,” he argues.

You grab hold of Billy’s forearms, his skin warm under your palms. “I said I’d wait it out,” you mumble.

He kisses the side of your throat, and it’s the kind of kiss you might feel lingering there for the rest of the day. Like his lips have left a searing brand against your skin.

“You could just stay,” he drawls.

“Billy.”

He lets out a breath of a laugh and moves his face back from you. “Yeah, I know. You don’t love me.”

You let yourself slide further down the couch until your head rests on Billy’s tummy. He doesn’t let go of you though, hands rubbing over your collarbones. “That’s not fair.”

It thunders then, at a volume you couldn’t have expected. It rattles both you and the windows, making you jump.

“You okay?” Billy’s tone is sincere.

You sit back up a little bit, and he uses the leverage to pull you into him. He wraps his arms around you completely, enveloping you in warmth and the scent of his body wash. The gesture is protective. He can see the way you glance out the window, and he thinks you might be looking for that flash, that queue for another rumble.

“‘M fine. Scared me is all.”

Your grip on Billy’s knee says otherwise. He thinks he understands.

“I’ve never been with you during a storm before. You don’t like ‘em?”

You glance back at him. The concern on his face is genuine this time, but you can still see that underlying tendency to tease, like he’s ready to use it when he feels necessary.

“Rain is fine,” you start. “I love it, actually. It’s just when it gets like this, when you can’t see down the driveway anymore and it’s windy. I really don’t like the wind.”

It is pretty damn windy. Billy hadn’t noticed it until you pointed it out. It makes him glad he parked under the carport today, knowing this is the kind of storm that leaves a mess behind.

You’re starting to panic, not only because you’ve just told Billy about your childish fear, but also because you don’t know what kind of weather they’re calling for. You live in Indiana, for fucks sake. You don’t like that all of this is out of your control, that there’s nothing you can do but wait it out.

“Hey, look at me.” Billy says, voice low and enticing. It pulls you from your spiraling thoughts. Your fingers are cold where they press into his legs. You twist around to face him and his hands meet your cheeks. His eyes are boring into yours.

He kisses you. It’s slow, measured. The kind of kiss that steals your breath and demands your full attention.

You realize too late that it’s a distraction. You don’t jump when it thunders this time.

Billy pulls away, pleased with the blissed out look on your face. With the fact that he’s seemingly calmed you down for the moment.

“That sweatshirt you like is on my bed. Why don’t you go get it, huh?”

You nod and he steadies you when you climb off of him and the couch. Billy wants to look at the weather, but he also wants to take care of you. He’s not letting you drive home tonight.

You slip down the hall and Billy uses the time to flip the channel, assuming the weather will be on.

You find his sweatshirt where he told you it’d be and stop at the foot of his bed, pulling it on over your head. It smells like him. Not like his cologne or cigarettes, but like the Billy who took a shower and got cold, who fell asleep earlier than usual and slept in more clothes than he ever has—this sweatshirt included.

You see the lightning this time and are able to brace yourself for the thunderclap that follows. You still scramble back to the living room, seeking refuge in Billy.

Your footsteps are quiet despite your panic, and Billy only notices you’ve entered the room because he’d sat up firmly against the back of the couch. You’re chewing on your lip, staring at the warnings flying across the screen. “What’d it say?”

Billy turns the tv off. “Nothing bad baby, promise.” He holds out his hands and scoots to the edge of his seat, pulling you to stand in between his legs. He closes them against your own, gently trapping you there. “Just that it was gonna be stormy the rest of the night.”

Your brow furrows. “It’s not gonna let up?”

“Doesn’t look like it.” This time you catch the way the corner of his mouth quirks up. Clearly he’s happy with himself and the weather.

Billy’s always loved these kinds of storms, and he hates that you don’t, but if he can get rain and his baby to spend the night all in one go? He’ll be pretty damn content.

You realize that you should’ve watched the weather report this morning, but it seems that when you know you’ll be spending time with Billy, he’s the only thing that occupies your brain.

“Dammit,” you say.

Billy squeezes at your hips, and it makes you look down at him. There’s a pout on his face: the crease between his brows deepening, his bottom lip jutting out just that little bit. He squeezes harder now that he’s got your attention.

“Something wrong with staying here? You really wanna go home that bad?”

Billy’s teasing and you know it. You know that he’d let you go if you actually wanted to, that he’d worry until you got home and called him to say you were okay. You also know that he wants you to stay, and you’ve known that since you got to his place and saw the relief on his face. Hell, he hasn’t stopped touching you since then either. He’s plenty needy today.

You cup his face with your hands, swipe your thumb over the smattering of freckles under his eye. His fingers have made their way under the hem of your (his) shirt and are pressing into your skin.

“I didn’t say that. I just told my parents that I wouldn’t be home too late.”

“So call and say you’re staying the night, that you don’t want to drive home in this weather.”

You decide then that maybe you don’t need to overthink this so much. That maybe you shouldn’t let your brain ruin what could be a nice night.

“Okay.”

Billy blinks up at you.

You move away from him and then you’re picking up the phone from its place on the wall, punching in your home number.

Billy can’t believe that worked. You never listen to him. And clearly you recognize this given that you’re hiding a grin with the back of your hand as you talk. The phone call is over quickly, and when you walk back over to him, Billy pulls you down into his lap. Your fingers find their way into his hair before you can even think about it.

“Have I behaved better than I thought?” Billy asks, tentatively rubbing up and down your thighs.

You grin at him and place a kiss on his cheek. It’s warmer than it should be, because somehow you’ve managed to fluster him.

“You keep giving me your pitiful little looks, Billy.”

He scoffs. “No, I don’t.”

“Don’t lie to me, pretty boy.”

He blushes. Goddamnit, Billy thinks. You can read him much too easily now. He’s really fucked.

Billy exhales. “I’ve wanted you to stay the night for weeks. But you always had to be home or somethin’. And the storm seems to be working in my favor tonight, y’know?” He gives you this look then, his eyes traveling across your face, down your neck and back up. He bats his lashes at you and you slap him on the shoulder.

He acts as though he’s appalled, grabbing you by the waist and maneuvering you off of him and onto the couch. Billy braces himself against the cushions and hovers over top of you. “Now that was just rude.”

“You deserved it,” you bite back, leaning up to swipe the tip of your tongue across the end of his nose. “Hate it when you flirt with me.”

Billy rolls his eyes and lets his weight drop down on top of you, causing you to voice an audible oof.

He props himself up on his elbows, face inches from yours. “Mhm. Hate it when your boyfriend flirts with you. I believe it.”

You start to say something, something he knows will be a smartass remark, so Billy presses his lips to yours, stealing the breath from your lungs. You make a noise of surprise and Billy starts to laugh against your mouth, a low chuckle that makes you want to both keep kissing him and shove him on the floor.

Billy pulls away to press kisses to both of your cheeks and the center of your throat. You’re lost in his affection when it thunders again, making you jolt underneath him. He brings a hand up to cradle your cheek. “Hey. S’okay.”

You start to nod when the lights flicker, and you swear your heart falls out of your ass. Please don’t let the power go out, you think. He can read the panic on your face.

“Okay,” Billy grunts, pushing himself to stand. “New plan.”

You sit up, and Billy quickly hooks one arm around your back, the other under your thighs. He hoists you up and over his shoulder, making you squeal with how swift the action is. But you don’t protest, and only hope that he won’t drop you on the way to his next destination.

Billy sets you down on his bed.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say, running your hands down your face. You realize too quickly the opening you’ve given him.

He leans in to kiss your forehead, though he pulls away and lets his mouth linger over the shell of your ear.

“You can ride anytime you want, baby.”

You fall back onto his mattress. “Billy, please.”

“Don’t gotta beg, honey. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”

You hold back a groan at his antics. “I really should’ve gone home.”

Billy laughs and lands a playful smack to the side of your thigh before moving towards his dresser.

You push up on your elbows to watch him sort through his clothes. He grabs a couple things and brings them to you before pulling his own shirt off over his head.

“Why are you stripping?” You question, looking over the shirt and shorts he’d handed you.

“If you think that’s stripping, clearly I haven’t been good enough to you,” Billy snorts.

You grin up at him. “Are these for me?” you ask, holding onto the bundle of fabric in your hands.

“Mhm. For you to sleep in.”

You nod hesitantly, having just seen a flash outside of Billy’s window. This time the rumble is just that, not a clap, not enough to rattle the windows in their frames.

Billy moves towards his door, with the promise of getting more blankets, allowing you a moment to change. He comes back with water for you, too.

He kicks the door closed behind him, internally melting at the sight of you in his clothes. You’re so pretty, it physically hurts him. He’s never felt that way in his life.

Billy gets you to drink some for him before you’re scooting further into his bed and he’s kicking off his sweats.

You watch him move around the room, the way the muscles of his back move as he’s shutting blinds and pulling makeshift curtains closed. He turns off the overhead light, leaving only that coming from the lamps he has.

You’re in awe of how easy it is for him to take care of you. How he didn’t pester you for being afraid of the storm but instead has comforted you and seems dedicated to keeping you safe.

Billy finally slips into bed beside you. “What are we doing?” you ask, eyeing his torso while he settles in. He pretends not to notice.

“I’m protecting you from the big bad storm, baby.” He kisses your hairline.

You smile at him, one of pure joy that starts slow and grows brilliantly. The both of you are bundled up like it’s some big sleepover, or like you’ve stayed up hiding a book beneath the sheets.

“Well, I’m not sleepy. So what’d you wanna do? Tell secrets?”

Billy props his head up, palm cradling the base of his skull, elbow squishing his pillow. He laughs and squeezes at your hip.

“Trivia? Talk about boys?” you continue.

He shakes his head, his smile matching yours and making his eyes crinkle at the corners. Sometimes he can’t believe he landed you. “You got a boy you wanna talk about?”

You snort. “Mhm. There’s one I like. He’s pretty but super grumpy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.”

“I think trivia might be better since you’re just going to bully me.”

Billy flops down on his back. You push up so you can hover over him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Billy rolls his eyes but kisses you again, pulling your face down to meet his, mouth warm against yours. The next round of thunder is louder than the last and your heart rate picks up, but with him here it feels okay.

It’s hard not to feel safe when he takes such good care of you, when he’s warm enough that everything feels protected, like you could weather any storm with him and his smart ass mouth.

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 2 years

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Roomies - Edmund Pevensie x Reader Modern AU!

Word count: 4.2k

I just had a glorious idea about a modern Narnia AU. I'm not British so lmao. Football in this means Soccer. slay

Fem identifying reader. Mention of having long hair.

Summary: Edmund is an asshole AND your roommate. But he also happens to be a really attractive asshole roommate. And apparently, a really possessive one too.

Warnings: Language, smut, mutual pining, SO SWEET at the end!!

I'm down bad for him

"What time will you be back today?" You and Edmund were in the kitchen, eating breakfast before your day of classes began.

You glanced at him, shirtless in all his glory, eating a piece of toast. He was leaning on the counter, watching you butter your own.

"My writing class was canceled so I will be back around 1." Edmund audibly sighs, a sign that he will definitely have company over at that time. "Don't ask me to stay on campus. Just because you can't keep it in your pants doesn't mean I should be exiled from my own home."

Edmund pushes himself off of the counter, chuckling to himself.

"I wasn't gonna ask you anything. I just didn't think you'd be one to listen though." Before you could respond, he was gone.

Several hours later, you pulled into your parking spot in front of your and Edmund's apartment. You had since forgotten about your earlier conversation until you opened your front door to hear the oh-so-delightful noises of Edmund's newest friend moaning at the top of her lungs.

You have to stop yourself from gagging.

"Jesus." The time was 1:30. You had given him thirty extra minutes. "I fucking hate him." This was untrue, as you really did not hate the handsome man who you lived with. Underneath your facade of disdain and disgust, lay your actual feelings toward your roommate. Ever since he took his sister Lucy's spot in the lease for her year abroad, you developed a minor, (major!!!), crush on him. And your feelings of disgust? Totally not jealousy!

You had spent the better half of the last five months trying not to listen to him and his lady friends in his room and pining over him from yours.

How could you not be attracted to Edmund Pevensie? A pre-law major with dark hair and dark eyes, and a dashing smile. Not to mention the spatter of freckles that covered his body, toned from years of playing football. Jesus, you were down so bad for your flatmate.

You set your stuff down on the couch in your shared living space and turned to the sink where his dishes lay, unclean. Still able to hear the actions of the lovely people downstairs, you turn your music up all the way to drown out the noise before unloading the dishwasher and loading it again with his dishes.

Minutes later, the front door opens and closes, signifying that Edmund's friend has left. You turn your music down and focused on the plate you are scrubbing, dried mac and cheese would not come out in the dishwasher, as Edmund walked up the stairs.

"Ah. So you are home." His accent makes you smile the slightest bit. You can see him in your peripheral, shirtless with grey sweats low on his hips. You move your eyes away quickly. "Did you enjoy what you heard, darling?" Rolling your eyes, you look at him, not giving into the flutter of your heart when he called you darling.

"You're a pig, Pevensie." You weren't anticipating his next move and were startled when his lips were suddenly on your cheek.

"You love me."

"Ew!" Glaring at him, you wipe the wetness from his lips off of your face and then wipe your hand on a paper towel only to find him grinning at you. You do a once-over of his uncovered torso, which you could now see was adorned with scratches and bruises. "Go put a shirt on." Edmund glances down, smile widening, before looking back at you.

"And cover up the view? Nah." You move to put the plate you had been washing away in the cabinet and then suddenly, Edmund is behind you, his body only inches from yours.

You try to ignore the heat radiating off of his bare skin and how his fingers brush yours when he reaches above you to grab a bowl. He steps away quickly and if he noticed a change in your demeanor, he didn't bring it up. You left the kitchen area, grabbed your backpack, and went to your room.

How in the world did he have this effect on you? As soon as your door was closed and you were safe in the comfort of your bedroom, you let out a sigh of relief. A buzz pulled your attention from your feelings toward Edmund to your phone.

r u going to the party tn???

It was your friend Alyssa, whom you had met freshman year in your Intro to Psychology class.

You know I don't like parties.

You flop on your bed, awaiting her pleading response. In truth, you didn't hate parties, you just didn't see the point in going out and getting drunk with strangers when you could get drunk in the pleasure of your own home.

im coming over at 8 and we are getting ready together

You knew there wouldn't be a point in fighting her on the topic since sooner or later she would have convinced you to go.

Hours later, after Edmund had left for his evening classes, and also the party you presumed, Alyssa knocked on your front door and seconds later walked into your room.

"Is he here?" You sit up on your bed, your book falling onto your comforter beside you.

"No." Alyssa had gone straight into your closet, pulling out an outfit for you to wear.

"Good. That way he won't know you are going tonight." Your eyebrow quirks up.

"What does that mean?"

She turned to you, a smirk gracing her tanned face.

"We both know that if your roomie knew you were going tonight, he would have texted all his little friends to keep away from you."

This was true and it was annoying, but one night while drunk, you had let it slip to him that you were a virgin. Since then, Edmund had made sure that no guys would talk to you at parties.

You made no effort to argue and reached over to pick up what she had chosen for you to wear. It was simple, a pair of faux leather pants and a black lace corset. (the urban one iykyk)

"Alyssa, I haven't worn this top out-"

"All the more reason to wear it tonight! C'mon! It will be fun! Besides, maybe Ed will finally take notice of your feelings and how hot you are."

"Alyssa!" She smiles.

"Ok fine. But maybe you'll meet another guy. Since our good friend hasn't had time to scare anyone away."

The idea intrigues you, maybe you'd have a good time tonight.

You notice what she is wearing, a pair of straight-leg jeans and a black tank top. She looks amazing, as always. You get up to sit at your desk to begin applying your makeup.

"So what do you suppose he will do when he sees you looking all sexy?"

"Nothing?" Your reply earns you an eyebrow raise.

"Nothing? You don't think he's gonna react at all?"

You shrug, leaning forward to perfect your winged eyeliner.

"There is nothing he can do now. If he wants to try and ruin my night, he can go ahead. If I'm going to this party, I intend on having a good time." Alyssa giggles.

"Maybe even get laid?" You whip around in your chair to glare at her.

"Seriously?" Her laughter grows.

"Hey, if not by Edmund, you're bound to find someone at this party!"

Your heart beats faster at the thought.

...

You and Alyssa arrive at the party at around eleven. It has been going on for about an hour so it had grown quite large. The other girls around you are dressed similarly to you, bringing some comfort into the oddness you felt about your appearance. Alyssa had requested you wear your hair down and straight and you obliged.

To be honest, you did look amazing. The corset had been a perfect fit, makes your chest look fantastic, and the pants fit you like a glove, hugging your ass so well that when you saw yourself in the mirror, you were surprised. The look was completed with your dark green platform converse, which somehow made you feel comfortable.

While walking through the crowd of people, you keep your eye out for a certain raven-haired boy, but couldn't seem to find him.

"Hey, don't think about him. Just have a good time." Alyssa nudges your arm and you nod, disregarding the looming thought of Edmund's reaction to your appearance at the party.

"You're right. I'm gonna go get a drink." You leave her in a room filled with sweaty university students to find the kitchen, where you presumed the alcohol to be.

To be honest? You felt great. You looked great and with no Edmund around, you had nothing to worry about. If you wanted to flirt with a cute guy, you would.

You round the corner and spot the kitchen, and a pack of Trulys, and made a beeline for the drinks. As you fish a black cherry seltzer out of the box you hear someone call your name.

"Y/N!" You turn abruptly and came face to face with a familiar face.

Sam, a friend of Edmund's from football, smiling at you.

"How are you?" Sam is very attractive, with blond hair and sparkly blue eyes, he's the complete opposite of Edmund.

"I'm alright." You smile at him.

"I didn't expect you to be here."

"Yeah, it was kind of a last-minute decision." You take a swig of your drink as he smiles down at you.

"Well, I'm glad. I was hoping I would be able to speak to you at some point. Ed's always telling the team to stay away from you." You roll your eyes.

"Sorry about that, I don't know why he does that. Is he here tonight?" Sam nods.

"Yeah, he's somewhere around here." Sam glances around, as if nervous that he'd get in trouble for talking to you. "Do you wanna dance?"

"Sure!" Sam takes your hand and leads you back into the room where you left Alyssa, back to the loud music and dancing. It is then that you see Edmund for the first time.

He's walking down the stairs holding hands with a pretty blonde girl who is dressed in a dark green slip dress. You wrap your arms around Sam and pull him into your body. His hands settle on your hips, fingers hooking onto your belt loops and pulling you closer.

You make eye contact with Edmund and his eyes widen and then narrow at the sight of you with Sam. You can see him mouth something to the girl he is with but instead of paying attention to him, you focus on Sam.

The two of you dance to the music and you forget about Edmund. You realize you have run out of your drink and tap Sam's shoulder.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just need another drink! Give me like fifteen minutes. I need to check on my friend, too." You smile at him before returning to the kitchen, where you happen to find Alyssa.

"Hi!" Lord, she is drunk. "I've missed you! Where have you been?" You giggle at her antics, pouring yourself a shot of vodka, the burning causing you to make a face as you take it.

"I've been dancing! With a guy named Sam from the football team!"

Her eyes widen in shock and she grins at you.

"OMG. Fucking finally!" She takes the initiative to pour you, and her, another shot.

...

Ten minutes later, and maybe 4 more shots later, you and Alyssa are drunk off of your asses.

"So you're telling me that if Sam wanted to take you home tonight, you'd say no?" Her arm is clasped around your forearm.

"Yes." You can't contain your giggling.

"But why? He's so hot and obviously into you!"

Your face flushes as you think of the real reason you don't want to spend the night with Sam.

"You know why." You take a sip of your newly opened Truly and glare at her.

A deadpan look blooms on her face.

"I forgot." Your eyes roll.

"Because I like someone else!" Alyssa gets really excited at this news.

"WHO?" You shush her, her voice well above the other chatter in the small kitchen you are in.

"You know who!" Her face contorts into confusion.

"No, I don't."

"It's..." You look around, suddenly very aware through your drunken haze, just to make sure there aren't any lurkers to hear your conversation. "It's Edmund!" You whisper.

"Oh! I did know that!" She giggles and takes a sip of her drink. "Yeah, I remember how you said you were jealous of all of the girls he fucked and how you wished he would-"

"Jesus Christ, Alyssa! Shut up!" She continues.

"just fuck you already!" Your face is red and you are mortified. Anyone passing by could have heard what you had been talking about. "Don't worry babe. Everyone here is way too drunk to even remember this conversation. I'm too drunk to remember this conversation!" A small smile graces your lips. "So, how do you want him to do it?" You hit her arm.

"Alyssa!"

"What? I wanna hear about your Edmund fantasies!" Your blush deepens. "C'mon!"

"Fuck- fine. I've always imagined him..." You cannot believe you are speaking your deepest secret aloud, at a party nonetheless. "I don't know. Cornering me in the kitchen." Alyssa squeals.

"Counter sex!" The girl is fucking giddy at the thought of you getting some action in your kitchen. You roll your eyes but nod.

"I guess..." Suddenly, you remember the nice boy you had been dancing with. "Shit! I have to go find Sam! He probably thinks I ditched him. Will you be ok?" She smiles and nods at you.

You trek back into the masses to find the blonde guy and he's right where you left him. You catch his eyes and smile.

"Hey! I'm so sorry. I found my friend and we ended up talking for a bit. I didn't mean to leave you here." He doesn't respond right away and looks away from your eyes, glancing around. "Is everything ok? You look uncomfortable."

"Listen, you are really nice but I don't think this is gonna work out." Confusion wipes across your face.

"What the hell? We were just dancing!" You don't understand what you could have done to make him act this way.

"It's not you, really. It's just-" You cut him off, suddenly very aware of what was happening.

"He told you to leave me alone, didn't he?" Sam looks apologetic as he nods.

"I'm sorry, I really like you." You run a hand through your hair.

"I'm so fucking done with this." You leave Sam and look around for the dark mess of hair you know so well. You're pissed. Even though you weren't going to do anything with Sam, you were still glad to have the option. You decided then and there that you were done with Edmund deciding things for you.

You found him in the kitchen, drinking a beer and laughing with some of his football mates.

"Edmund!" His head turns to you and he grins. "Stop fucking with me!" You somehow have the courage to get all up in his face. His stupid, Goddamn handsome face. "Stop telling any guy I see to stop talking to me. It's my fucking life. Stay out of it."

Edmund licks his lips and his gaze rakes down your body, making you very aware of the fact you are in lingerie in front of your roommate.

"Whatever you say, darling." His friends laugh and you leave before Edmund can see your face heat up. You find Alyssa dancing in the other room and pull her aside.

"I'm ready to leave whenever you are. I can't be around him right now." She nods frantically.

"Omg. Ok. Yeah, let's go!"

The two of you leave the party and begin the, thankfully short, walk to Alyssa's place.

"Do you wanna stay the night?" You thought about what would happen if you went home, would Edmund be home tonight? Would he not? You remember the blonde from earlier.

"No, I'll get an Uber home. I don't think he's going to be home anytime soon and I'd like to sleep in my own bed." Alyssa nods and the two of you talk until your Uber arrives.

"Text me when you get home." You nod and hug her.

"I'm sorry for making you leave early."

"No! If one of us wants to leave, we leave. That's the rule." She ushers you out of her door. "Sleep well!" A grin appears on her face. "With visions of Edmund dancing in your head!"

"Fuck off!" You glare before getting into the car.

As you expect, Edmund is not at the apartment when you get back and you are able to go to your room without him and blondie interfering. A small bubbling of jealousy and anger blooms in your gut when you think about what he is probably doing right now. With her. Shaking it off, you brush your teeth and slip into bed before falling asleep.

...

You wake up the next morning with a splitting headache. Groaning as you roll out of bed, you close your blinds to make your room dimmer. As you go upstairs you listen for any movement in Edmund's room, praying he isn't home yet. You breathe a sigh of relief when you're greeted with silence on the other side.

As you walk up the stairs, you halt in your tracks as you see him sitting on the couch. Clad in grey sweats and nothing else, he makes your heart flutter, even though you are pissed at him. You don't engage with him at all, avoiding his gaze as you walk to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water.

While opening the bottle of Advil you hear Edmund move from the couch. You take the meds and open the dishwasher to put your glass inside. When you stand, Edmund is behind you, his hands set on the counter, effectively caging you in. Your breath catches in your throat.

"So, is this how you imagined it?" His voice is right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Me fucking you in the kitchen?" Your eyes widen in shock. His lips graze your neck as he murmurs... "Answer me." Your words are stuck in your throat, thoughts going wild in your head.

Had he heard you and Alyssa last night?

You are brought out of your thoughts when Edmund dips his head further down and kisses where your neck meets your shoulder. "C'mon hun, let me make make you feel good." His lips travel up to your throat and you melt back into his body. He whispers in your ear, "Please?"

His hands leave the counter to rest on your waist, his fingers just slightly touching your bare skin where your shirt had been riding up moments before.

"Don't make me beg, love." He turns you around, bringing his body closer to you. You don't reply, too flustered with his actions to say anything. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Ok, fine. I'll beg." He grins.

Edmund's hands reach down to pick you up, setting you on the counter. He steps in between your legs, setting his hands on your thighs while his thumbs draw circles on your bare skin.

"Do you know how many times I've thought about surprising you in the shower? Just so I could see you naked?" His gaze is still trained on your eyes. "Do you know how many times I've heard you touching yourself in your room? Wishing it was me who was making you feel that way?" He looks down at your lips and then back up to your eyes. "Do you know how many times I've thought about this moment? Last night? After I saw you dancing with Sam in that outfit... You looked stunning, my love." He moves to be right above your face, his lips so close they could touch yours. "So many Goddamn times, baby. So please," He pouts the slightest bit. "Let me make you feel good."

Kiss me.

As if he could read your mind, he does. Your hands fly to his hair and pull him into you even more, his lower half fully against you.

And oh.

Oh.

You pull away, looking down at his hips with wide eyes. Edmund laughs.

"Darling this is what you do to me. Every." He kisses your shoulder. "Bloody." Your neck. "Day." Your jaw. He pulls away so you are able to see him. His perfect hair, and his perfect smile, and his perfect freckles.

And the fucking devil in his eyes.

"So are you going to let me act on your fantasies? Or are we just going to go back to you thinking about me when you touch yourself at night and me pretending not to get off on it?" You lean forward to kiss him again and he leans back, running his tongue over his lips. "Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?" A deep blush blooms on your cheeks.

"Yes." It's barely above a whisper but it's audible. When he hears your response, he smiles again.

"Fucking finally."

His lips return to yours and his grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you against him again. You tighten your thighs around him, reveling in the taste of his lips.

"Oh my God." He murmurs against your lips. Your hands travel down his neck and to his bare shoulders and your nails dig into his skin just a bit, making him hiss in sweet pain.

"Fuck." His hands start to pull at your shorts. "Off. Now." You lift yourself up so he can pull them down, along with your underwear. He groans as he looks down. "Bloody hell." One of his hands wipes over his face, taking you in. His bottom lip pulls in between his teeth as he looks into your eyes again. "Darling, I'd absolutely love to taste you but I'm afraid I'll explode if I don't fuck you soon." His fingers find his waistband and he pauses at your wide eyes. "Do you want to do it?"

Holy Hell you can feel the effects of his words on the surface below you. He gently grabs your hands, setting them on his hips. "Go ahead." You do as your told and push the fabric down his thighs. You look away, not quite ready to take witness to your roommates dick.

"I need you to say it one more time. Do you want this?" You look into his eyes.

"Yes." He smiles, his lips on yours and brings himself to your core.

"Take a deep breath, my love." When you do, Edmund pushes into you. The pain takes you by surprise and you let out a grunt of pain. He catches your lips with his and draws patterns on your skin with his free hand. Your nails dig into his back once again and he groans into your mouth when he bottoms out. "If you keep doing that I'm not going to last long." He begins moving very slowly. The pain slowly becomes pleasure. "I wanna make this good for you."

You drop your head to his shoulder.

"Oh my god, Ed it's-." His mouth is close to your ear making you hear all of the sounds he's making. "Fuck!"

"Holy shit."

"Ed-" You gasp, hands on his shoulders, as he stops moving.

"Please don't make me stop. I've been wanting this for so long." He lays his forehead on your shoulder and you can tell it's taking every ounce of his self-control not to move.

"No- I was just gonna ask if..." You pause to catch your breath. "if you could go faster.

"Jesus. You're perfect." His breath on your skin makes you flush again and then, the wonderful sensation you had felt moments before begins again.

"You're doing so well, love. So well."

Edmund begins to pick up his pace and you whine into his neck.

"Oh-" Edmund's fingers are suddenly on your clit, forcing your thighs to tighten around his. Your hips rock into his as you feel yourself begin to near your high. With his fingers on your clit, his bruising grip on your thighs, and his fucking dick inside of you, it takes only a few more seconds before you are releasing around him. Edmund moans after feeling you squeeze around him and it's the sexiest thing you've ever heard.

"You're so fucking perfect."

He releases soon after and he catches his breath.

He pulls away, looking at your face.

"Are you ok?" You smile.

Despite his asshole actions of the past 24 hours, Edmund does truly care about you. He's always taken care of you. He always made sure you had dinner, would always cover you with a blanket if you had fallen asleep upstairs, always made you tea and soup when you were sick.

"I'm perfectly fine." You grin at him.

You remember all of his comments to you, all of the pet-names he's called you.

"Ed, how long? How long have you wanted this?" He grins back at you.

"My love it was you the moment Lucy brought you home to visit during Christmas."

"Edmund that was three years ago!" His smile grows.

He dips down to kiss you.

"I'm a patient man."

Wait i heart them

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Spin you around

M.sturniolo

RI.talks: I low key wrote the last half of this barely alive because I’m sick so please enjoy lol. I also realize how I’ve written two fics of them dancing in the kitchen, maybe thats just something I really want to happen… idk but like, comments and reblogs are all welcome and greatly appreciated

The night is young as you and Matt are laying in bed watching our favorite Tv show. Cuddled within each other’s body’s as the two of you lay in a comfortable silence. The silence is broken when your stomach suddenly rumbles, a small giggle leaves your lips at the sound.

“You hungry?” Matts quite voice drifts though the air as he hears your stomach grumble again.

“Mhm” you hum softly. You slowly slide out of bed sleepily, stretching as you stand up fully. As your limbs wake up you make your way to the door, Matt following closely behind. Your feet are sliding slightly on the floor as you make your way to the kitchen, heading straight toward the fridge.

“I can make us some Mac and cheese if you want” Matts says coming up behind you wrapping his arms around you. He gently sways the two of you back and forth as you think.

You nod your head, “sure” you say softly, your voice hoarse from not speaking for a while. Matt lets go of you and heads over to the pantry cabinet, grabbing a box of Mac and cheese. He grabs a pot, filling it with water before he sets it on the stove.

As he does this you turn on some music, a playlist of music you both like. The first song that comes on is ‘spin you around’ by Morgan Wallen. This song has become yours and Matt’s song, from the first time the two of you heard it. Every time it plays the two of you never fail to dance to it.

Matt turns around and shoots you a small smile, “May I have this dance?” He holds his hands out for you to take. You smile at Matt and take his hands. He pulls you into him gently, swaying the two of you back and forth.

As the two of you dance around the kitchen Matt breaks away for a few seconds to put the macaroni in the water, giving it a quick stir before continuing to dance with you.

“I love you” the words leave your mouth as Matt spins you around, before bringing you back to his chest.

“I love you to sweet girl” he whispers into your ear, leaving small kisses on your neck.

As the song comes to an end you and Matt break away from each other, Matt goes to check on the macaroni while you get bowls and forks. Matt finishes up the Mac n’ cheese and scoops it into the bowls. The nights ends with full belly’s and full hearts.

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 9 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 58

Part 1 Part 57

Steve’s missed this feeling – the way his body moves before he even tells it where to go. The way the ball seems to almost jump into his hands. The Hargrove’s there. He’s dribbling, trying to get an opening, but the guy’s pushing back and Steve’s out of practice. “Harrington, right? I heard you used to run this school. That true?” Steve doesn’t answer. He jams his elbow into Hargroves sternum and tries to get some distance.

“King Steve, they used to call you, huh?” Hargrove continues. “Then you turned bitch.”

Steve passes the ball along to Damario, not responding. He’s so tired, suddenly. Of stupid fucking high school drama in the face of everything else. He closes his eyes for one moment, tries to get back into his body, into the movements. He jumps back, hands open for a pass back now that Hargrove’s gone lax in his defense, already written Steve off.

He palms the ball, lines up his elbow and wrist for a perfect flick right through the net. But then his shoulder twinges, and his shot’s trajectory is thrown off. He tries to overcompensate with a more forceful flick of his wrist, but it hits the backboard with that dreaded thunk, too off-center to even pass for a bank shot.

Hargrove rebounds, and Steve sprints down the court ready to play D. He drops low, hand in Hargrove’s cocky, smirking face. He goes to take the shot even though Garroway is open and in prime placement for a three pointer. Well, Hargrove’s lack of teamwork is Steve’s gain. He smacks the shot down and books it up the court.

Hargrove’s faster. He doesn’t hae fucked up lungs, and a messed up shoulder, and a year’s worth of sleepless nights under his belt. Steve passes to Damario with a showy throw behind his back, helpless to stop the sly grin he sends Hargrove’s way when Damario sinks the lay-up.

Hargrove checks it in, and then he’s on the move. Steve crouches in front of him, even not in his best state, he’s the most likely to be able to take on Hargrove. There’s only one person playing from the basketball team, and he’s a center, too slow to keep up with Hargrove’s quick feet.

Hargrove’s in the paint, he fakes out a shot, leading Steve on just enough that his left foot is still in the air when Hargrove darts for the paint. Hard. His shoulder smacks into Steve’s and he goes sprawling. Steve’s bad shoulder hits the hardwood, and he skids. The pain of the floor burn blooming on his knee is nothing compared to the agony of his shoulder.

No one comes to help him up. He opens his eyes to Tommy punching Hargrove playfully in the shoulder. He’s laughing, not the real one he used to do in the privacy of each other’s bedrooms. It’s the showy one, cruelty around its edges, like he can see the depth of Steve’s wound and he’s reveling in it. Or maybe he’s just projecting. It doesn’t seem like he knew Tommy fucking Hagan at all.

Hargrove’s not even looking at Tommy, though. He’s still got that awful, sideways smirk on his face as he looks down at Steve like he’s a fresh kill. Like he’s finding all the right places to pull the skin back with a knife. Steve shudders when Hargrove’s gaze finally turns away.

One of his teammates finally shuffles over to pull Steve up. He shoots him a grateful smile, even as the guy shuffles quickly away, clearly hoping distance will keep him off Hargrove’s deadly radar.

Steve sucks it up and gets back into the game.

Part 59

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incorrectbatfam · 9 months

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I need to know the story behind these goons

Anon is referring to these guys

Rob is a single parent with 6-year-old twins who turned to a life of theft to provide for his family after a series of layoffs and a bad investments left them hanging by a thread. As his schemes got more elaborate, he linked up with the rest of these guys in a deal where they all give each other a hand.

Blaise is a concert pyrotechnic who walked away from the industry after their boss ignored a safety issue that led to one of their coworkers getting hurt so now they only take freelance gigs that happen to be commissioned by bad guys.

Kellin got fired from the League of Assassins after only week because they botched a training exercise Wile E. Coyote style and blew up Ra's Al Ghul's sauna but still has the thirst for blood that made them wanna be an assassin in the first place.

Molly was a chemistry grad student until an academic dispute forced her to drop out. Now she synthesizes her own experimental drugs and sells them on the black market, hoping to save enough to pay for her gender reassignment.

Otto is a jaded car mechanic who has to keep working despite his old age and chronic pain, and at this point he's too tired to care who he's working with or what he's doing so long as his needs are being met.

Milo is a teenager with a long string of disciplinary issues who ran away from home after his parents threatened to ship him off to military school. He starts working odd jobs to support himself and lands amongst the rest of these guys.

Gene was pressured into going into biomedical research by an overbearing family and snapped under the stress, leading to a rampage that cost thousands in property damage and a decade of lost data. Everyone he knew cut him off and he's laying low from the authorities.

Mac has been stuck in the same dead-end IT job for years and longs for a challenge that no career seems to satisfy. He turns to being a gray hat hacker in his spare time, mainly for the thrills and the opportunity to be creative. Any money he earns is circulated back into his operation.

Booker is just there for college credit but he likes it and plans to stick around. His talents include fixing copy jams and setting up team bonding activities at the mini golf course.

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riley-gordon · 3 months

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Date Night with Damien

18+, Minors DNI

Summary: You eat dinner in, then Damien eats you out.

Neither of you are particularly social individuals, so date nights in are a must

If there is one thing about Damien that is well known, it is that he loves food

He’s actually rather good at cooking and loves to when he has the time

You, on the other hand, have managed to burn ramen before

Damien is well aware of how you are with cooking

It’s honestly one of the things that he thinks is very cute about you

Typically, you let Damien choose the food for your nights together as he is the more adventurous one when it comes to flavors

However, you guys are going with classic baked mac and cheese along with peach cobbler for dessert tonight

He's a Georgia boy who loves Southern classics

You put some random music on and the two of you move about his kitchen in fluid movements

Coming together every once in a while in soft fleeting moments

His broad frame reaching over you to grab something from the cabinets

You looking over his shoulder to watch while he prepares the fruit

His hands brushing over your lower back as he moves past you

Eventually the music comes to a slower song and you two can’t help but shift closer to one another

He starts humming in a low voice as you two start to sway together

The end of the song has you both glancing at each others lips

You start to lean in to one another, your lips are just inches apart

Then the song changes and the moment is lost

Eventually you both finish up the meal you are working on and move to the couch with your plates

A movie is chosen at random to occupy the silence, although it isn't necessary

After dinner is done, you both grab a blanket to cuddle in for the rest of the movie

Damien pulls you to lay on top of him on the recliner

Eventually his hands start to wander over the front of your body and one hand strays to your chest while the other dips under the waistband of your pants and into your lace panties

He expertly circles your clit as he's done many times before

He slowly enters two fingers into your hole as he starts fingering you from behind slowly and carefully while keeping consistent pressure on your bud using his palm

It doesn't take long for you to reach your peak and you let out a small whine

"Damien" you breathe out

He picks you up and places you down on the couch as he kneels in front of you

"Don't you want anything in return?" You ask confused

"Not tonight angel, tonight is all about you." You certainly couldn't complain about that.

He pulls off your leggings and places delicate kisses on your upper thighs

He places a kiss over your underwear and slides those down your legs as well

He just takes a moment to really look at you and whispers "so beautiful" under his breath

He leans in and licks a long stripe up your slit and leans back slightly to make eye contact with you before placing your legs on his shoulders and leaning back in

He takes your bud back into his mouth and sucks gently

You start to shift in the chair and grab his hair with one of your hands while you use the other to play with your nipples

"harder" you whimper

He merely just hums into your pussy and decides to obey you for tonight

He decides to suck on your bud while inserting two fingers into your dripping slit and curling them to brush against your sweet spot

You clamp your legs around his head and let out a "shit" while you reach your second peak of the night

He gives you a moment before giving your thighs one final kiss and placing your legs back on the ground

He leans in for a kiss and you can't help but revel in how you taste on his tongue

"You enjoy yourself angel?"

"Very much so, you didn't have to do all that you know"

"I know, but dinner wasn't an interesting enough flavor tonight"

First time writing/posting something like this, pretty please leave any comments or criticism! If there are any fanfic writers reading this, give me all you got!

(Also would anybody be interested in a written out oneshot of this?)

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emodaryls · 7 months

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Dad’s Home !

Gender neutral | Father!Daryl Dixon / Little!Daryls Kid!Reader

Agere (Age Regression) SFW!!!! NOT KINK!!!!

Word count: 903 (?)

Summary: You wake up from a nap that you took to pass the time while waiting for Daryl (your dad) to home home. He makes dinner and you two snuggle and watch a movie !! :3

A/N: this is my first time seriously writing a fanfic… pls bear with me I’m sorry if it’s bad or not what u expected 🤧

The afternoon sun shines through the window, casting a warm glow in the room and rousing you from your sleep. You pull your blanket up higher, protecting yourself from the slight chill that lingers. You feel fuzzy.

You open your eyes and squint, taking in your surroundings. A nearly empty sippy cup with apple juice lays beside you, and a few of your stuffies have fallen off of your bed and onto the hardwood floor. Sitting up, you wrap the blanket around you and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Your feet touch the floor with a light tap sound, and you get up to grab your stuffies. You feel bad for the stuffies, them having to be on the cold floor for god knows how long, but they forgive you. They always do.

You’re about to go back to your nap until you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, along with boots shuffling. You walk over to the door and grab the handle, which is cold to the touch. It is winter after all.

You open the door and step out of your room, feet pattering against the cold hardwood floors. You rush downstairs and your eyes light up when you see your father setting down his bag and crossbow on the floor.

“Daddy!” You chime, rushing over to greet him. Your arms wrap around him, and Daryl lets out a low chuckle, returning the hug. You two embrace for a while, and then Daryl eventually separates and ruffles the top of your head.

“Hey, kiddo.” He speaks in a gentle yet raspy voice, one that he only uses with you. “How are ya? Did ya eat while I was gone?” He looks down at you with soft eyes, waiting for your response.

You answer by shaking your head no and go straight back to hugging him, head buried in his chest. You didn’t eat anything besides a few crackers. You were starving, your rumbling tummy showing it. Daryl chuckles again, and gently separates you from him.

“Ya want the usual?” He asks, moving towards the kitchen. “I found more boxes of the mac and cheese, I could make it for ya.” Your usual dinner was mac and cheese, chicken nuggets (or strips), and apples. You usually have water or apple juice with it as well.

“Yes..” you mumble, tone sleepy and childish. You’ve been regressing and feeling all fuzzy for most of the day. Being sleepy doesn’t help much with the fuzzy feeling.

You walk over to the couch and before you know it , your eyes are heavy and closing, and your breath slows. You fall asleep. Next thing you know, you feel your dad shaking you awake.

“Hey… wake up kid.” Daryl whispers, a hand on your shoulder that’s gently shaking you. Your eyes flutter open and you’re met with the sight of your father gazing at you with soft eyes. You let out a mix of a tired hum and groan, stretching out your arms and legs.

“Yer foods ready. Nice and warm… better finish it ‘fore it gets cold.” He helps you sit up, grabbing your plate and sitting next to you. He blows on the food, cooling it down to a temperature where it won’t burn your mouth.

Your food is on your favorite plate as always. A baby/toddler plate that’s white with barriers to separate the food and keep it all from touching, and a rainbow-colored pattern on the base.

“How old are ya?” He asks, referring to the age you regress to.

You hold up 3 fingers. “Three!”

Daryl smiles and scoops up a bit of mac and cheese on a fork. “Alrigh’, here comes the airplane...” He moves the fork close to your mouth. You open your mouth, take the macaroni, chew, and then swallow.

You repeat this for about 7 minutes until the whole plate is empty. Daryl sets the plate down on the coffee table, and you shift closer to him. Your head rests on his side and he brings an arm around your shoulders. You snuggle closer, enjoying his embrace. You’ve always liked cuddling with your dad. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Suddenly, you scoot to the edge of the couch, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. You hand it to Daryl, hinting that you want to watch a movie. He catches the hint and he switches on the television. He taps your shoulder twice before getting up and grabbing a VCR of a movie, specifically Finding Nemo. It’s one of your favorites.

He puts the VCR in the player and the movie begins shortly after. You shift closer to Daryl, practically in his lap now, head resting against his chest. You two remain like this for a while until you fall asleep about halfway into the movie.

Daryl notices and he grabs your stuffie, placing it on your chest. He scoops you up into his arms and takes you upstairs to your room, the stairs creaking under his weight. He places you into the bed and pulls the covers up to your chest, tucking it in at the sides. Daryl watches you for a few moments before kneeling, brushing back your hair, and kissing your forehead.

“Night, kiddo… love ya, so much.”

He stands up, walking over to the door. He looks behind him for a moment, then gently shuts the door, letting you sleep in peace.

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kooktrash · 2 years

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DITTO | jeon jungkook [teaser]

summary: you’ve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news you’re not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, you’ll do the same and ditto.

[ POSTED ]

➢ established relationship [angst] boyf! jk x girlfriend!y/n [she/her. female anatomy]

➢ 604 words

warnings: teaser. soft boyfriend jk but relationship issues. smut. angst. fluff. [more warnings coming soon] [not a pregnancy fic] [haply ending]

song inspo: wasted affairs — minds eye , ditto — newjeans , still with you — jungkook , another (demo) one #2 — mac demarco

"Jungkook?"

Oh. He was still in the dark kitchen grasping his half empty glass. He looked to the bedroom where you must've noticed he was missing. Shaking his previous thoughts away he finished up his water letting his glass sit on the counter. With a stretch of his arms toward the ceiling and a small yawn he was walking back to the room. He could barely make out your figure but he could see the way you were turned to face the door.

He quietly climbed back into bed feeling you shift a little as you mumbled, "Where'd you go?"

"To get water, come here, let's go back to sleep," he whispered back to you as he tucked himself in next to you. He went to pull you into his arms but you turned the other way instead. He could practically feel the distance you were putting in the middle and just like that all the thoughts were racing back to him. So were you stressed because of him?

"You can't sleep?" You asked drowsily, he nodded knowing you couldn't see him before rasping out an answer, "No."

It went quiet between you two as he continued to stare at the ceiling unable to get tired. You were already half asleep but you could tell he was struggling tonight. Without much debate you turned on your other side to face him and moved closer. His eyes shifted down as you began to snuggle into him and he was quick to turn on his side too. The two of you met halfway and your limbs locked with his while he hugged you to sleep.

He looked at your closed eyes, feeling the way your breathing evened out in relaxation while in his arms. It was so late and you probably had to work early and yet here he was troubling you by being awake.

"Jungkook," you whispered, your voice a little raspy too. He looked down at you, "Hm?"

"Go to sleep," you muttered under your breath. He sighed, "I'll just go to the living room and watch some tv until I can sleep. I know you've got work early."

He didn't give you much time to process what he was saying before he was getting up and leaving. You laid in bed, eyes opening a little watching him leave. You were left alone in your shared bedroom and the guilt was just eating at you. You knew you were being distant but you just have no idea how to even bring up the news. You don’t know how he’ll take it, but you do know you don’t want to leave him and make him think he’s the one doing something wrong.

You were sitting up now, yanking the covers off as you padded across the hardwood floor out the door. Jungkook was laying down on the L shaped couch watching a movie on a low volume. His phone lay on his chest, an arm tucked behind his chest and the other on the remote.

He looked over to the bedroom door when he heard it open. His eyes were big and rounded, innocent looking as you shuffled over to where he was. He didn't question it when you were sitting on the edge of the couch moving to lay over him. He welcomed you with an arm around your waist as you snuggled into his chest. He reached out for the remote, lowering the volume all the way as you let your eyes shut. A small smile appeared on his face as he made himself comfortable on the couch to fall asleep.

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semisolidmind · 1 year

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But what if Reader was sneaking out to try and meet Macaque? Maybe somewhere down the line where SWK has already taken Reader, but she’s still determined to see Mac, even under the cover of darkness.

How would he react? I bet not happy, but maybe more disappointed than anything.

yikes. ok, so

let's say this is happening before swk has killed macaque and is holding him in a dungeon somewhere in the cave. reader has done her recon already; she's–very subtly–asked some of the monkey citizens where he's being held. she's prepared to free macaque and run for her life.

however, the king is always aware of the gossip flowing between his subjects.

reader is able to sneak away that night, uninhibited. she probably should've been suspicious at how "exhausted" wukong was when he laid down next to her that night, but she was too distracted. after finally figuring out how to get into the dungeon, she wasn't gonna wait another night to free her only friend.

reader makes her way down into the winding passage shown to her by a well-meaning gaurd. after a long walk in near total darkness, the path opens into a cavern. it's empty aside from macaque, bound by his wrists, ankles, and neck by shackles that lead to chains magically sealed into the stone wall. on his knees with his arms stretched behind him, his head hanging low, he looks...half-dead. reader gently calls out to him, and gets no response.

she goes up to him, tentatively touching his shoulder...macaque startles awake, reflexively snarling and jerking in his bonds. reader falls backwards, missing macaque's teeth closing on her hand by mere inches. once his eyes clear of rage, a look of wide-eyed disbelief crosses his features.

"Reader...?"

"Macaque!"

reader surges up to embrace him. he can feel her tears against his shoulder. he's shaking, he realizes. he wants to hold her back, but settles for burying his face in her neck. he missed her, and her warmth is more than welcome in opposition to the chill of the cave. he's happy to hear her again too, having been driven almost mad by the sound of constantly dripping water.

but then he hears something else. and the realization of what's about to happen floods his veins with ice.

"You can't stay here, you have to leave right now–!"

"Isn't this a touching sight."

the monkey king's eyes burn like fire through the gloom of the cave, and his voice, though deathly quiet, echoes throughout the space. his body language would suggest nonchalance, but the malice radiating off of him is unmistakable.

reader freezes. her arms become lead around macaque's neck. she meets his look of defiance with a shaky, but determined look of her own.

"Just let him go, please," she whispers, knowing both demons can hear. "It doesn't have to be this way. I'll stay and I won't try to escape again if you'll just let him live."

macaque shakes his head. "Don't do this-"

"I'll think about it. If you come back to bed."

all is silent for a moment as reader turns to look at wukong. he leans against the entrance to the cavern, his posture loose though his arms are crossed. he seems...agitated, if his tail is any indication.

she pauses. she looks back at macaque, but he's hung his head again, his eyes hidden in shadow. he won't look at her.

"Go." he whispers.

and what else can she do?

reader shakily stands, turns, and walks back to her "husband." her feet feel heavier with each step, and it's almost a blessing when wukong picks her up. he carries her out of the dungeons and back to the royal bedchambers.

the king lays his queen gently into the large nest of pillows he acquired just for her, following her down a moment later. he kisses her passionately, and runs his hands down the length of her stomach. his claws catch in her robes, drawing them upward.

"Let me take care of you." he coos, his eyes glowing warmly.

reader remembers his hands on her and the heat of his body, his eyes burning through her, the scent and taste of peaches...and not much after.

she sleeps soundly that night.

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the next morning, reader awakes to the satisfied smile of her king. he seems a little bit too satisfied, actually. her head still foggy with sleep, reader's filter isn't awake yet either. so she asks the first question on her mind.

"What...What are you gonna do to Mac...?" she asks blearily.

the king grins. reader doesn't like the implication.

"'Mac' and I made a deal. He leaves and never shows his face to either of us ever again, and I don't turn him into a meat bun. Everyone wins." wukong happily explains. "I let him go last night actually, after you passed out."

a beat of silence passes.

the king laughs lightly. "We need to work on your stamina, peach. You barely lasted two rounds. Though, maybe I should've gone a little easier on you–"

reader pushes him away, beating her fists against his chest as his laughter rings in her ears. she can feel her face redden.

after getting over her fluster, reader is...surprised. she almost can't believe that macaque would take that deal, but–

...she did ask for his freedom in exchange for hers. maybe...maybe she shouldn't be surprised that he took it. maybe she shouldn't be surprised if he never comes back for her. it isn't fair that he should suffer if he doesn't have to.

perhaps he finally realized that, too.

reader doesn't want to believe that macaque would abandon her, but...he doesn't come back. or give any sign that he's around.

reader mourns, and she's not sure why.

-----

macaque was just happy that she's alive. wukong hadn't hurt her, at least not physically.

the same couldn't be said for him, obviously.

wukong had been using him as a personal punching bag for however long since his last failed attempt at freeing his favorite (not so mortal anymore) mortal. not that macaque couldn't take it, but he was getting very tired of being chained up in this stupid cave. and he was very, very tired of not having access to the shadows. another fun quirk of his shackles.

macaque let out a frustrated sigh. he needed to free reader. he...he promised he'd help her get away from the monkey king. he needed to rethink his plan–

his internal monologue was interrupted by the sound of leisurely footsteps.

"You know, I really hadn't expected her to try and find you." wukong drawls as he saunters in. "I guess I should have, given how stubborn she can be."

"One of the things I like about her," macaque chuffs.

wukong huffs out a humorless laugh. he makes his way closer to his once-brother. macaque stiffens, readying himself for an attack. the tired smile on wukong's face makes his fur stand on end. at this proximity he can't help but notice how messy the king's fur is, and that–

...that he smells very strongly of reader.

macaque feels a surge of protective jealousy, despite his position.

"Our little tug-of-war was fun for a while, but I'm tired of it," the monkey king sighs. "I wanna settle down, y'know? Maybe have some kids, really focus on my kingdom."

macaque flinches backward when wukong kneels down in front of him. the look on his face is one of somebody who's been dealing with a particularly annoying pest and is absolutely done with it.

wukong stands. he summons the cudgel, stepping back.

"You're in the way of that, bud."

macaque doesn't have the chance to think before the staff comes down on his head.

#bad end wukong #kinda a short fic #it got away from me as usual

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megamilfluvr · 1 year

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Headcanons about Kate

These are just a few things I personally deem as headcanon about Kate, after rewatching and analyzing her interactions and personality traits. Please remember that this is just my perception of her. If you have anything you consider to be headcanon about Kate let me know.

- likes being playful and teases you a lot

- leans against EVERYTHING (example: doors, counters, couches, tables. hell, she’d probably even lean against you if you let her lmao)

- manspreads. always. (if you ask why she sits that way she’ll tell you “i don’t know. it’s just comfortable,” and you know what i can’t argue that)

- can’t sit straight. (if you find her sitting properly, it’s probably because of a formal gathering or a meeting)

- likes stealing kisses from you (you could be sitting, standing, laying down it doesn’t matter she’ll still manage to steal one from you. AND ITS ADORABLE)

- randomly does something that only makes sense to her and just confuses you (things like her leaving a half empty cup ramen with tinfoil over it and her explanation? “what? i was in a hurry to leave.”)

- always wears socks

- loves cereal, specifically Frosted Flakes

- can accurately shoot up to five arrows at the same time

- loves to spoil you

- sometimes likes to splurge on perfumes (she’s not big on jewelry but fragrances? absolutely.)

- has a spacific playlist for working out

- made a playlist for you

- can’t take care of live plants, so she buys fake ones (she just doesn’t have a green thumb. any greenery you see in her apartment or dorm isn’t real lmao)

- loves target

- tried to hit the target logo with a plunger arrow (this is very on brand for kate)

- somehow burned water??? (we’ve established that she can’t cook multiple times by almost burning the apartment down. the one time the apartment burned, wasn’t her fault, but still kinda was lmao)

- collects squishmallows (she definitely buys the 24 inch squishmallows)

- if she doesn’t get her way she’ll start cutely pouting

- gets flustered when you’ve out rizzed her

- loves to act cocky around you (whatever you do don’t challenge her to a game of fencing, she wins. she’ll let that go to her head lmao)

- loves going to the movie theater with you

- gets excited to get a slushy and popcorn

- when she talks about you to someone she gets shy

- mumbles stuff under her breath (when she was talking with yelena in episode 6 she’s LITERALLY doing it. “yeah, i know what box mac n cheese tastes like, okay? i know it’s- i know it’s delicious.”)

- she’s insecure about her rambling but you always reassure her that it’s fine and you’re listening

- she’s spent too much money on a gaming pc

- only owns a pair of boots (it doesn’t matter what she’s wearing, she’s going to wear her boots even if it’s a dress)

- super clumsy (somehow in the field she’s good at not being clumsy, but oh my god she’ll make your blood pressure spike 100%)

- always thinks outside of the box (it's impressive how quickly she thinks on her feet)

- is surprisingly calm under certain serious situations (i mean she took down men double her size running right at her, i’d panic and run the opposite direction)

- doesn’t give up easily which results in her being stubborn sometimes

- you having to remind her to shut up or low her voice in very quiet places (you could be on a mission with her and a few others and she just randomly “hey, did you see that tiktok i sent you this morning?” “SHHH, is now really the time for that?”)

- will send unhinged texts at worse time (you’re both in a debriefing and she’ll just text something like, “okay, so hear me out… we kidnap him.” “what?! no. kate we’re not about to steal rocket!”)

- loves sending memes (that’s literally all of her tiktok fyp)

- ALWAYS LOSES HER APARTMENT KEYS (someone give this girl a tile… you know what she would also end up losing that too lmao)

- loves ring but ends up losing them

- has a matching arrow necklace with you (again, she doesn’t wear rings much since she’s always losing them, so she’d go with a bracelet or necklace)

- loves hats, hoodies and sweatpants (after seeing that one picture of hailee wear her hawkeye hat, it’s headcanon for kate)

- still somehow makes you laugh even when you’re upset with her

- it doesn’t matter what time of day it is, when she’s been assigned a mission. she’ll always make time to video chat with you

edited: i’ve proofread this like three times, if there’s still typos or anything just ignore them lmao

#kate bishop #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x you #hawkeye kate bishop #hailee steinfeld

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kitten4sannie · 2 years

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𝒫𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓂 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈

Cowboy! San x Fem! Reader

Genre: western au, smut, romance, slight angst

Summary: When a mysterious stranger visits the saloon you work at, you find yourself being drawn to him as though you had met him somewhere before.

W.C: 4.5k

Warnings: alcohol mention/use, brief misogyny, minor violence, some blood, soft dom! San, sub! reader, pet names, light dirty talk, fingering, squirting, kissing, unprotected sex

A/N: sooo cowboy san took over my brain, as well as my friends' brains: @cherryxsang and @sanjoongie so check out their cowboy san fics here and here okay? or else cowboy san will appear in the corner of your room at 3 am and make finger guns at you and go “pow pow pow” all night…sorry i don’t make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️ this is a little different from the feral stories i usually write btwww this one’s a lot more soft and romantic ❣️

Song Recs: Lost in the Night by Läskiga Låtar (it's perfect for the intro just trust me bro), Wicked Games by Chris Isaak, Still Beating by Mac Demarco

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With lightning flashing and thunder roaring in the distance, a mysterious man with nomadic tendencies entered the saloon you worked at, standing near the entrance and dripping water all over the already decaying wood floor. The metal spurs of his boots clinked when he made his way past the busy tables and headed up to the main bar to sit down.

“Y/N, get your ass up and serve this fine gentleman whatever he’d like. Don’t keep him waiting,” you heard your old scraggly boss yelling at you from across the large room, causing a few of the more questionable patrons to spare you hungry glances.

Huffing, you lifted the heavy folds of your skirt, getting up from where you were situated on the nearby staircase and making your way behind the long table of the bar so that you could serve the newest customer. “What can I get for you? A pint of beer? Whiskey?” you asked flatly, tapping your fingers against the cracked wood table, scowling at the stranger in front of you.

The cowboy had his hat sitting low over his brows, only allowing you to see the bottom of his chin. It was only when he lifted his hat off that your scowl slowly fizzled away. You had seen him somewhere before, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“Whatever you feel like giving, I’ll happily take, darlin',” he replied in a low, honey-like voice, slowly pulling off his weathered coat and laying it over the back of his chair, wanting it to dry.

“Smooth,” you commented, trying not to focus on his alarmingly large muscles that had no business being that distracting to you. Turning around, you grabbed a glass bottle from the display, your heart unexplainably pounding inside your chest, relieved that he couldn’t see how hard you were smiling. You popped the cork off of it and spun back around, your face now neutral, setting a medium-sized shot glass in front of San, filling it up almost to the brim.

San nodded his head up as a thank you and lifted up his glass, tossing it back with a satisfied sigh. “Ahh, that’s better. Nothing like a glass of whiskey to warm me up on a cold night.” He barely had a chance to set down his glass when you had already begun pouring him another shot, trying to make prolonged eye contact with you as he added, “Though a warm embrace from a beautiful woman like yourself would probably work wonders.”

Even though other men had said similar words to you in the past, for some odd reason, your heart stopped beating for a second or two once you heard San’s bold statement. Maybe you should visit the local apothecary the following day to see if something was wrong with you.

“Is that so?” you replied, relaxing the grip you had around the neck of the bottle you were still holding. “What’s your name, smooth-talker?”

The man leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the creaking bar table, giving you a kind smile. “San. Choi San.”

You had heard his name somewhere before. Perhaps in the daily newspaper? From the group of ladies that were always gossiping near the town’s well? It was starting to bother you; you felt like you would be able to recognize him if he was a local, especially someone that looked like him.

You leaned in as well, idly filling his shot glass when it was empty and cupping your hand around the side of your mouth. “You’re not from around here, are you, San? You on the run or somethin’?”

His lips formed a crooked smile from you addressing him directly, leaning the bottom of his chin against the palm of his calloused hand. “I’m just passing through, but I’m tempted to elaborate. You seem to be quite interested in my backstory, Miss Y/N.”

“How–” You stopped yourself, knowing your boss had yelled your name so loud earlier that it made sense that he was able to hear it. Your dead ancestors sitting in the gravesite across town probably heard it. “How long have you been in town?”

San moved his wrist around, the dark liquor swirling around in his half empty glass. “Not very long. I was going to head for the mountains nearby, but the storm frightened my horse. Though it worked out. I was starting to get a little thirsty, a little fatigued.” His eyelids lowered slightly, still gazing at you with his coffee-colored irises. “Lonely too.”

Without your knowledge, you had begun to inch your way closer to the man, as though he were a magnet drawing you in, little by little, the bar being the only thing keeping you from meeting in the middle. “Lonely, hm? You’ve been on your own for an awfully long time, haven’t you, cowboy?”

San’s Adam’s apple bounced inside his throat, his fingers tightening around his glass, returning in a low voice, “A very long time.”

It was pretty rare that you’d willingly spend the night with a stranger, but you found yourself wondering how San would treat you during a lay, intensely curious about how he would kiss you, how delicately he would touch you, and how it would feel to have him inside you.

You tilted the half-empty bottle of liquor and slowly poured out another shot, your hand brushing over his when you touched the glass. Once your fingers made contact with the small silver band he had on around his index finger, you were filled with a strong sense of déjà vu, leading you to know what you would say next.

“Do you need someone to keep you company for the night?”

“Only if that someone is you, darlin'.”

Blushing from his words, you were about to respond positively when one of your regulars cleared his throat and snapped his fingers in your direction. “Over here, Y/N,” he said in a gruff voice, setting his empty mug down with a heavy thud.

“Here we go…” you muttered under your breath, giving San a small smile and patting his hand, before reluctantly pulling yourself away to see what the man wanted.

“What is it?” Once you stood in front of the man, he wrapped his large arms around your waist, pulling you in and trying to kiss you. “Gross, no. Get off of me. You’re drunk.” Disgusted, you pushed his scruffy face away, much to his dismay.

“Don’t act like you’re a pretty little princess, Y/N. You’re just a whore, so start acting like one,” he slurred, standing up, grabbing you by the arm and tugging you in a different direction.

“I said get off of me!” you protested, unable to loosen the strong grip he had around you, causing you to begin panicking. Almost by instinct, you suddenly ducked your head down just in time for San to throw a fist straight into the side of the drunken man’s jaw, sending him into a nearby table. The men sitting around the table didn’t seem to care, simply lifting the dizzy cowboy off of their spread poker chips, encouraging him to fight back.

You moved out of the way of the two men, leaning against the bar, your chest rising and falling at a fast pace, watching San’s actions with bated breath.

“What the fuck is your problem?” the man growled, grabbing San by the collar, his hot breath making San’s face contort in disgust.

“No means no, you piece of human–” San reeled his arm back and sent his fist straight into the man’s gut. “Garbage.” The man hunched over and let out an airy groan, holding his stomach.

San rubbed his fist and walked back over to you, grabbing a hold of your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You shook your head, about to thank him, when the man suddenly lunged forward and grabbed San by the back of his neck, slamming his face into the jagged wood surface of the bar. San groaned, his body going a bit lax from the sudden painful impact, a stream of blood pouring from his nose.

“San…!” you cried, looking back and forth between the two men, your mind racing.

“Com’ere, whore,” the cowboy grunted, reaching for your loose ponytail. Before the man could grab you and take you away, you extended your arm across the bar, picking up the bottle of liquor and swinging it into the man’s head, watching him fall to the floor with a loud thud. The other men in the room glanced over at the commotion for a moment, a few of them chuckling, but eventually carried on with their drinking and poker games.

Breathing heavily from the influx of adrenaline, you helped San up, clasping your hand around his cheek, looking up at him with wide, concerned eyes. “You’re bleeding!”

San shook his head, blowing a bit of raven hair out of his face, not too alarmed that a stream of blood trickled out of his nose, sliding down his neck and past the hem of his thin leather vest. “It’s alright, darlin'. It’s just a little blood.”

“Nonsense.” You picked up his jacket and placed San’s hat back on his head, then took his hand and led him across the room to the creaking staircase, your fingers squeezing his. “I’m going to clean you up, okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he nodded, unable to hide the smile forming on his bloodied face, allowing you to guide him up to your room.

Sitting on the wooden chair in the corner of your desolate room, San winced, his eyebrows drawing together once you used a rag to wash the dried blood off of his bruising nose, a few crimson droplets still falling from it past his lips and down his busted chin.

“I’m sorry…I’m trying to be gentle…” you murmured, lowering yourself down a bit more, trying to apply less pressure in order not to hurt him again. You were able to wipe the blood from his lips and chin away before standing up straight, your corset feeling somewhat tight around your waist and ribs.

“Here…” San patted his denim-clad thighs, giving you a warm smile, the appearance of his dimples sending your heart into overdrive. “Sit on my lap, sweetheart…so you don’t have to bend over like that.”

You almost choked on your spit, looking down at him with wide eyes, your fingers clasping around the blood-stained rag inside your hand. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he nodded adamantly, sniffling a bit.

You placed a foot on one side of him and spread your legs open, slowly lowering yourself onto his lap and settling your body down on his large thighs, able to feel how solid they were underneath you. “Is this okay?”

“Of course, sweet.” He lowered his hands, resting them gently on your hips, almost causing you to lose your ability to breathe.

You could feel San’s warmth radiating from his body, his fingers tensing around your delicate frame when you brought your hand up to his chiseled jaw to wipe the remaining blood off from it. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt? You’re still making a face…”

“It doesn’t hurt, darlin'…It’s just…that…” his voice trailed off, his flushed face in such close proximity to yours that you could feel his soft breaths hit the exposed skin of your collarbones.

“Just what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, not sure why just being near the cowboy made you feel intoxicated, as though you had been drinking alongside him earlier.

“I haven’t been this close to someone in a very long time…” he started, his voice even lower than usual, his heart pounding away inside his chest. “And you’re just…so breathtaking. And...I can feel your…”

“My body? Against yours?” You tightened your thighs around his waist a bit, already starting to feel something pushing through the bottom of your dress and against your ass.

“Yeah…” San swallowed harshly, looking up at you with stars in his brown eyes, as though he were waiting for your permission to touch you, to feel you, to leave his mark on your body the best he could.

Wanting to tease him a little more, you found yourself undoing the first few buttons of his vest, hearing him take in a small breath, your eyes focusing on the broadness of his chest, his melanin skin stained with a few splotches of crimson liquid. “Want me to clean this up too?”

“Uh-huh…” San bit his bruised bottom lip, feeling it sting underneath the pressure of his teeth, goosebumps forming on his forearms once you began rubbing the thin rag in circles near his breastbone, the pads of your fingers just barely drifting over his pecs. “Y/N…”

“What is it, San?”

He slumped down a bit against the wooden chair behind him, your fingers slowly unbuttoning his form-fitting vest the rest of the way, biting back a moan when you tugged it away from his body and ran a hand down his abdomen. “I like how that feels, but…”

“But, what?” You tilted your head to the side, unable to take your eyes off of the defined ridges of his abs, your fingers tracing every line and edge. “You want to touch me too? Is that it?”

San nodded his head, reaching up for his hat and taking it off, letting it drop to the wood floor beneath him. “Very much so…”

The bloodied cloth eventually slipped from your fingers, giving you the opportunity to hold his injured face in your hands as delicately as possible, your lips a few centimeters away from his. “Then touch me…”

San wasn’t lying about going without the touch of another person for so long. Once he was given the opportunity, he couldn’t hold himself back, his hands reaching around you to pull at the strings of your corset at lightning speed, all while he sucked and lapped at your neck just above your collarbone.

“Ahh, San…” you moaned, shivering from the sensation, that particular area of your neck always proving to be quite sensitive, wondering internally how he knew to target it right away.

“Feels good, Darlin'?” he asked against your skin, dragging his tongue up your warm skin until he got to your earlobe, biting and tugging at it, all while he continued to undo your corset like it was second nature.

You moaned at that as well, almost embarrassed that he was able to rile you up so easily, knowing your arousal was growing in volume underneath you. “Very…”

“Good. I want you to feel as good as possible for me.” With one last pull of the string, your corset released from your body and fell to the floor, his hands now focusing on the buttons of your dress, unbuttoning them in a downwards motion until he got too distracted by your thighs, his eyes focused on how your skirt had rode up to expose more of your soft skin. “Put your arms around my neck'.”

You did as he said, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your lips to his cheek, giving it a gentle kiss. “And now?”

“Just relax and look at me,” he sighed out in a deep, throaty voice, his hand sliding up underneath the skirt of your dress, going past your soaked panties to rub his calloused fingers up and down your pussylips.

With your half-closed eyes still focused on the man below you, you emitted a soft, “S-San, please…” You didn’t even know what you were asking for specifically, but the man seemed to read your mind.

“Want them inside?” Once you nodded, he slid his large digits inside your pussy up to his knuckles with ease, pumping them in and out at a steady speed. “Shit, you’re so tight for me, sweetheart.”

It almost felt too good for you to handle, your thighs squeezing around his slender waist out of desperation, your fingertips digging into his broad, scarred back. “Faster…” you requested breathlessly against his ear, dragging your lips along it in the process.

San shivered slightly, but remained focused, speeding up the movements of his hand, the muscles in his forearm tightening. “Whatever you want…Whatever you need, I want to give you, Darlin'.” He brought his lips back to your neck to leave more marks and licks, his saliva slowly dripping down the valley of your breasts.

It didn’t take very long for your cunt to begin tightening up around him. San was simply offering you too much stimulation at once, including the way his cock pulsed frequently underneath you, turned on that he was ignoring it for such a long time in order to pleasure you.

“Kiss…” you barely got out, almost too desperate to form a proper sentence, the cowboy pulling away from your bruising neck to look up at you. “I want to…kiss you…”

San didn’t waste another second, his plump lips colliding with yours, giving you a few delicate kisses before they became too intense, your tongues eventually joining in the middle. His fingers curled up inside you, hitting the right spot at the right time too many times in a row, causing your entire body to jolt, your back arching.

“San…!” you cried out, the intense heaviness and warmth that was spreading rapidly throughout your lower half almost bringing you to tears. “I can’t…aaah…it’s too much…”

“It’s okay…Cum for me, Y/N…” he whispered against your lips, giving you another long kiss, your body shuddering above him, a strained, drawn-out moan coming from your throat. “That’s it…That’s it, my love…”

“San! San, please, I’m–” Warm, clear liquid squirted out of you, coating his fingers and pooling inside the palm of his hand, eventually trickling down his forearm. In a clouded daze, you simply gasped for air, gazing down into San’s sparkling eyes, tears forming in the corners of your own.

“You look so beautiful like this…so, so beautiful…” San unbuttoned the rest of your dress and pulled it off of you, running his cum-covered fingers up the sides of your hips, doing his best to touch and feel every inch of your exposed body. “Can I take you to bed?”

“Please do,” you answered in a soft voice, tightening your grip around his neck and waist when San lifted you up from the chair and slowly carried you over to your bed, giving you a few more kisses along the way.

The bed creaked consistently underneath the both of you, the old springs squeaking and whining, though it could hardly be heard over the gasps and heavy bouts of moaning you two were producing. The man had you in missionary, his body completely flush against yours, your legs hooked tightly around him with your ankles crossed, keeping him in place.

Though you couldn’t see San’s appearance clearly in the dark room, the light of the moon shone through the old stained window allowed you to make out some of his flushed features, the small melting candle sitting on your bedside table offering assistance from its flickering flame as well. He was looking at you with love in his eyes, a few beads of sweat falling along his temples, his raven hair glued to his forehead with sweat, his nose and chin sporting a light purplish hue.

“We’ve been here before, haven’t we, Y/N?” San suddenly asked in a breathy tone, the overwhelming sensation of familiarity taking over him so intensely that he already knew that you would agree.

You nodded your head, almost too overwhelmed with pleasure to respond properly, a few tears sliding down your warm cheeks. “I…think…so…”

“In another life, perhaps we did…” Once he wiped your tears away, San pulled his silver ring off and slid it onto one of your fingers, neither of you saying anything, but simply knowing that it felt right. You met in the middle for a prolonged, passionate kiss, your fingers slipping into each other’s damp hair.

Once you both pulled away to catch your breath, you lowered your hands down onto the mattress near either side of your head, allowing San to interlock his fingers with yours, squeezing them just enough to show you how much he wanted to love you, and not just fuck you like every other man you had spent the night with in your clouded past.

Even though you both eventually reached your peak and were overcome with mind-melting pleasure, neither of you wanted to stop. “Again?” you found yourself asking breathlessly, only for San to lie down and pull you onto his lap, watching you lower yourself down on his length and slip back inside you with ease.

“Again…” he sighed out, blowing a few soaked bangs out of his line of sight, running his hands up your sweat-covered body, admiring the way you rode his cock as eagerly as you could, as though there were a time limit.

You both reveled in the pleasure that you shared, coming together and unraveling at the seams over and over, repeating the word ‘again’ to each other until your voices were hoarse, only stopping when you simply didn’t have any energy to exert.

By the time you woke up, it was way past morning. You turned your tired body over and opened your eyes, your vision slowly focusing on San who was lingering near the window, sipping some coffee out of a tin mug he had gotten downstairs. “How come you didn’t wake me, cowboy?” you asked playfully, not expecting for the man to look at you with such soft, sad eyes.

He didn’t answer your question, instead asking you one that worried you. “Do you think you’ll forget me?”

“How could I forget you? I feel like I’ve already known you for a lifetime…” you replied honestly, rolling his ring around your finger.

He sighed, looking down into the dark liquid sloshing around in his cup. “I feel the same way, Darlin'…but…”

“But, what?”

“I have to go. I can’t stay in one place for too long. I belong on the road.”

You bit your lip, glancing over at the melted candle sitting on your nightstand. “Okay…I’m not going to beg you to stay.”

San finished his coffee, still trying to stay as long as he could, the guilt he felt eating away at him, forcing him to walk over to the bed where you sat eyeing yourself in the mirror and putting your corset back on.

“Maybe we’ll…meet again…” he murmured, reaching down to twirl a few strands of your loose curls, finding it difficult to witness how sad your reflection was.

You nodded your head, lacing your corset tighter than you usually did, not even noticing from how tight your chest already felt. “I’ll be here…if you want to see me.”

San leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, whispering against your soft hair. “Hold on to the ring for me, Miss Y/N.”

Once you both said your goodbyes, San was gone, leaving you alone in your room. You got up and walked over to the window, pressing your hand onto the cold glass, watching him walk over to the stables where his horse was resting. Your gaze shifted to the ring he gave you, visions of last night’s events flooding your mind, forcing you to remember the intense emotions that gripped your very soul when he loved you for hours and hours, as well as the melancholic nostalgia that didn't seem to leave your thoughts, no matter how hard you tried to shake it off.

Before you really knew what you were doing, you had gripped the heavy folds of your dress, running down the creaking stairs of the bar and rushing past the usual patrons, ignoring your boss when he yelled, “Where do you think you’re going? Hey, I’m talking to you!”

San was getting ready to climb onto his horse, but turned around when he listened to your hurried footsteps. “Y/N…” he whispered, holding his arms out, watching you run at him full speed.

“Don’t go without me, San!” you cried, throwing yourself into his arms, huffing and puffing, gripping his back as tightly as you could. “Please, take me with you…”

San clutched the back of your head to his chest, his thumping heartbeat resounding inside your ear, his bruised lips forming a sincere smile. “I can’t say no to you, sweetheart…”

Suddenly, you both heard a loud booming sound in the sky above you, and a blinding light overtook your vision. “What’s happening…?” you questioned, looking behind you, then back up at San with wide, frightened eyes. “This…this feels so familiar, but…I can’t…”

San let out a small shushing sound, bringing your head back into his chest, holding you as close as he could, trying to ignore the low rumbling underneath your feet, the booming in the sky growing louder, the light growing so bright neither of you could see anything, except for white. And then…there was silence. There was nothing. No bar. No town. No San. No you.

You stood behind the bar, facing the rows and rows of liquor, trying to rearrange them in the way your boss demanded you to, your ring scraping across one of the bottles, causing you to look at it for a moment. It meant the world to you, but you couldn’t quite remember why or where you even got it.

“Good to see you again, Miss Y/N,” you heard in a deeply familiar voice, causing you to let out a gasp, your eyes widening.

Your fingers went lax around the bottle you were grabbing from the display case, causing it to drop to the floor with a loud thud. Due to the glass being thick and reinforced, you were able to pick it back up, quickly spinning around to see San already sitting in the same seat he always seemed to choose.

“San…?” you found yourself questioning, as though you already knew the stranger sitting in front of you. He was so familiar to you, his memories, his thoughts, his feelings. You knew them all, felt them all so strongly as though they belonged to you, despite never seeing him before.

“Yes, Ma’am. The one and only.” He gingerly slid his hand over yours when you rested it down on the table, his fingers running over the ring he gave you once inside a foggy, forgotten memory.

You leaned in, resting the bottle down so that you could slide your other hand over his, a warm smile on your face. “A glass of whiskey?”

San returned the smile, his eyes resembling crescent moons from how joyful he was, refusing to let go of your hand. “You read my mind, Darlin'.”

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WE WILL SURVIVE (oneshot)

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Graves x reader Description: Graves and reader camp out on a rooftop, and Graves teaches reader how to properly eat an MRE. Genre/Warnings: zombie apocalypse AU, Ghost x fem!reader, survivor!reader, oneshot WC: 860

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**Nothing fancy this time. This is just a quick little oneshot as promised, to make up for last chapter being so short. I have no excuse for why it took me so long to get this done. Honestly, I just lost interest and motivation for a while. I started a new job too, so I guess I lost a bit of free time there too but, I'm working on doing better about that. Anyways, this oneshot idea just seemed silly and cute, but not vital enough to make a whole chapter out of it. On another note, Ghost is coming BACK! Very soon. As well as a few other characters being introduced next chapter. Buckle up because Ch 5 is going to wild, and LONG. I've already got it mapped out and in the works. Stay tuned and Enjoy.

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The sun had long set over the vacant city, leaving the sky saturated with stars. Without the haze of light pollution, they seemed to shine brighter and more plentiful than you remembered.

You looked on in awe, enjoying the view. This was the first time since the outbreak that you’d had the chance to breathe and admire the sky.

“This is nice.”

You say. You Keep your voice low as if it would disturb the peaceful night.

Phillip smiles. His face is illuminated by an orange glow as he stokes the crackling fire between you. You watch him for a moment.

“Who would’ve guessed the Military could prepare you for the end of the world?”

You add, shifting to face him, your legs crossed under you.

“No one's really prepared for the end of the world.”

He responds.

“Well... No, but you certainly learned more survival skills than I ever have.”

Phillip shrugs. To him, survival was second nature. A skill burned into his mind and muscles alike. It had been his livelihood for so long that this was no different than any other day except maybe fewer bullets.

"It's crazy to think just months ago we were all just living our lives, worried about bills, and jobs..."

Your words trail off and a sadness washed over you. Philip notices this, thinking of what he can do to take your mind off things.

His gaze follows yours to the sky. The Milky Way is much more visible to the naked eye now that the world is void of electricity.

"Just months ago, there wasn't this breathtaking view."

He reminds you. You look back at him. Watching the lines crinkle around his eyes as he smiles.

You smile back.

"You're right."

A beat of silence hangs between you before Graves drags his bag into his lap and rummages through it.

"How about food?"

You raise an eyebrow curiously.

"Okay."

Phillip pulls out two brown packages tossing his bag aside.

"What's that?"

You ask. Phillip chuckles.

"Come sit. I'll show you."

He pats the space beside him. A tarp lays folded neatly beneath him.

You stand up dusting off your backside and move to sit beside him.

"This,"

He starts, using his knife to slice open the top of the package.

"Is an M-R-E.”

"A What?"

You ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

“An M-R-E.”

Phillip repeats with a chuckle.

"It stands for Meals-Ready-to-Eat."

He explains.

"They are meals given to soldiers on the field, not the best tasting but, more substantial than anything you’ll find out here.”

He inspects the writing on the front in the dim light of the fire.

“Would you like Spaghetti? Or Chili Mac?”

Phillip asks.

“Uh, Spaghetti I guess?”

You reply still a bit confused.

"A shame... The Chili Mac is a classic."

You chuckle, moving to sit closer to him. Phillip finishes opening the package. He dumps the contents on the ground in front of you.

It was hard to imagine anything appetizing behind the muddy brown plastic.

You followed along with Phillip's instructions as he explained the process of cooking the meal. You nestled the 'entree' packet into a larger green bag, watching as he used his canteen to pour water up to the thick black line at the bottom and seal it up with a cardboard sleeve.

“Now, we wait for this to heat up. Here, is the snacks, dessert, and of course, a spoon. And this you can ignore.”

He says taking away the last package.

“Why, What is it?”

You ask curiously.

“It’s not important.”

You give him a quizzical look and look at the small plastic in his hand.

"Gum?"

You asked, eyes scanning over the two white rectangles. Philip nods.

"Not the kind you want."

You knew better than to defy Philip's warning but, you couldn't help but wonder the reasoning.

"How come?"

Philip smirks.

"Do you really wanna know?"

"Yes,"

You answered persistently.

"They are laxatives."

Phillip finally says. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh..."

Philip nudges your shoulder with his.

"Don't worry about it. At least I didn't wait to tell you while you were chewing them."

He teased. That was a fact you were grateful for.

As the two of you waited for the entree to heat up, Phillip showed you which bag to make the powdered drink mix and you both shared the crackers and cheese spreads that came with the MREs. It was all so mundane, yet comforting. Something about the routine of it made you feel almost normal again.

Once the entree had finished You and Philip sat side by side enjoying your meals.

"Not bad, right?"

Phillip asked, watching as you picked at your half of the cookie.

The snacks weren't too bad, and just as Philip had said it was more substantial than anything you'd found out here. The entrees themselves weren't the most delicious thing you'd eaten but it was nice to have a hot meal regardless.

"No, it wasn't."

Philip tilted his head back to finish off the lime-green drink he had shaken up earlier. His eyes caught yours studying your expression. He dropped the drink to his lap and raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

You shake your head.

"I... just wanted to thank you for all your help. You've saved my life. I owe you."

Philip chuckles.

"You don't owe anyone anything."

He sighs,

"If you spend too much time thinking about who owes what, this world will swallow you whole."

You thought back on the past months of survival and how desolate the world had been. But up here, with Phillip beside you, it didn’t feel so lonely.

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Thanksgiving at the Bradshaws | H.C

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Happy Thanksgiving, Besties! For those who celebrate, be safe and i hope you have a great day! Whether you celebrate it or not, I just want to let you all know that I am BEYOND grateful for each and everyone of you. Thank you for being here with me 🥰 I love you all so much! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

*Can be read in conjunction with the HLG series! 🦃

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You and Bradley planned a low-key Thanksgiving for the family. It was going to be a laid back and cozy night.

All the kids were asleep while all the adults started to make dinner. It was going to be an early night since everyone had to work early the next morning.

Austin made his famous stuffing. He had brought it the year prior and it had to be the best stuffing you and Bradley had ever had in your lives.

Phoenix made a a potato casserole along with some green beans.

Hangman worked on the turkey, making sure it was pure perfection. (Like himself)

You made mashed potatoes, gravy, and Mac and cheese.

Bradley started to set up the table. He put out the best cutlery you and him had in the house, as well as the best looking plates. The ones that weren’t stained nor microwaved burned from the men of the house.

Bradley wrote name tags for everyone and set each of them on a plate at the table. He grabbed a jar and labeled it “What I am Grateful For.” And placed it in the middle of the table.

“Thanksgiving dinner for brunch is the best idea we’ve ever came up with.” Hangman laughed as he was basting the turkey with broth and butter. “This baby is almost ready!”

Bradley laughed and smiled. “I am so ready to eat. I missed dinner last night so I could be an endless pit today.”

Phoenix scoffed as she finished laying out her dishes she repaired. “You’re always and endless pit, Bradshaw. You and your kids!” She slapped his shoulder as she set the dishes onto the table.

You came over and looked at the table. Bradley had set out some little pumpkins left over from Halloween. He lit a couple of candles, he set put the nice silverware and plates. He put out 2 variances of wine glasses. (Plastic ones for the kiddos) Each plate had everyone’s name on it. It was so cute and simple.

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you for setting the table, Brad.” You placed the Gravy onto the table as Bradley went to grab the mashed potatoes and Mac and cheese.

As everyone started to lay their dishes onto the table, you and Bradley went upstairs to get the kiddies ready. Everyone decided that Thanksgiving themed pajamas were the move.

The boys wore matching turkey onesies, Leia wore a “bring on the leftovers” pajama, Bradley wore a pajama that was full of turkeys, you wore a pajama set that was covered in cute coffees, lattes, pies, and pumpkins.

You and Bradley brought down the kids. The boys were strong enough to start sitting on their own in their high chairs. So you and Bradley placed them into each of theirs. Leia pranced around and looked at all the food that was laid out for everyone.

“GOSH I AM SO HUNGRY!” Leia was so excited. “You and me both, sweetheart.” Bradley picked up Leia and kissed her cheek over and over again.

Everyone started to make their way downstairs.

Phoenix wore an oversized pajama set that said, “official pumpkin pie tester.”

Austin wore a grey pajama set with pumpkin pies all over it. (Hehehe)

Gunner came running into the kitchen with a onesie that had turkeys, pumpkins, and “happy thanksgiving” written all over it.

You all started to take a seat at the table. Bradley sat at the head of the table. You to the left of him. Next to you was Phoenix followed by Austin and then little Bradley in his high chair next to him. On the other side was going to be Leia, Jake, and then Luke in his high chair.

You were all seated and Bradley looked around for Jake.

“Seresin. Hurry the hell up!” You slapped Bradley’s arm and shook your head. “Sorry, sweetheart.” Bradley cleared his throat. “MOVE YOUR ASS, SERESIN!”

“IM COMING!” Jake yelled from the top of the stairs. You could all hear him making his ay down.

“HO-LY. SHIIIIIT.” Bradley, Leia, and Phoenix all said at the same time as Jake made his way down.

Hangman was in a big turkey onesie. He had the hood on and everything.

“That is one big Turkey.” Austin laughed as he looked at Jake.

“Gobble Gobble these nuts, Bradshaw.” Jake laughed and Bradley spit out his water.

“MY CHILDREN ARE IN THE ROOM.” He lunged for Leia’s ears.

Once you all sat down every one took turns writing what they were grateful for and placed it into the jar.

Bradley jumble the jar and everyone took turns asking out a paper and reading what was on it.

You were first, “I am grateful for being able to spend this holiday season (and everyday) with the people I love.” You smiled and looked around. Austin raised his hand. “Mine. I’m grateful to have you all in my life. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You passed the jar to Phoenix. “I am grateful for being alive and being around those I love the most.” Phoenix looked straight at Bradley. Bradley smiled and nodded at Phoenix. “That be me. I love you guys.”

Phoenix passed the jar to Austin. “I am grateful for food.” Everyone looked slowly at Leia. She started to turn red and giggle. “I AM HUNGRY, OKAY!” She crossed her arms and scowled at everyone as you all laughed.”

Austin gave the jar to Leia. “I am grateful for all my friends and family.” Leia looked up at everyone. Phoenix put her finger up. “Me. I’m grateful for all of you. Life would have been lame if I wasn’t here with you all right now.” She looked at Hangman, “That includes you too, Bagman.” They both laughed.

Leia gave the jar to Hangman. “Here, Uncle Jakey.” He kissed her cheek and pulled out one of the folded papers. “I am grateful for the beautiful family I have been given.” You smiled, “I don’t know where i would have been if I hadn’t met or created any of you. I love you, guys.”

Jake reached over Leia and gave the jar to Bradley. “WELL. We all know who is left.” Jake laughed.

Bradley pulled out the last folded paper. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” He looked down at it and his smile softened. He looked at Jake and gave him a little nod and he nodded back. Bradley sighed. “I am grateful for saving the man that saved me. Thank you Bradshaw for taking me in as one of your own after all these years. I don’t deserve you, buddy. I am thankful for being able to be a part of his and y/n’s family.” Bradley folded the paper back up and smiled at Hangman.

Jake pushed his lips together and smiled. “Of course you’d get mine. But it’s true. I’ll forever be grateful and thankful that you both have allowed me to be a part of your family. Thank you.” You got up and gave Jake a kiss on the cheek. Bradley smiled, “I couldn’t imagine a life without you, Turkeyman.”

Leia gave Jake a kiss. “I love you, uncle Jakey!”

After all the thanks were given you all ate together reminiscing on what the year had been so far. You were all grateful for everything you were given in the last 11 months.

After dinner, you all cozied up on the couches and Leia chose to watch ‘Addams Family Values.’ Her favorite part was when Wednesday sabotaged the play and burned down the thanksgiving set.

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Happy Thanksgiving, my loves! I promise to be posting the next chapter of HLG this coming week. Everything has just been so hectic! But it will be up soon! Thank you for your patience and love. See you in the next one! 🫶🏼

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