#Ok there's some fancy words for ya

[bsaka7]

occasionally (well. At fairly regular intervals I just don't like to say it because it embarrasses me) i devour a number of articles by authors about writing and how they write and then i think about it a lot. i am so tempted by good writing that it scares me.

[nanaslutt]

Ok but giving gojo road head and he feels so good he has to pull over in the nearest parking lot to properly enjoy it oh my god just imagine his head bent backwards and his mouth open eyes closed moaning I can’t I need to suck his cock honestly ❤️ and maybe like if ur feeling a tad bit silly he could be a head pusher in this one 😁😁😁teehee just maybe ONLY jf ur feeling silly nana mwah!

OH I LOVE THIS we’re getting straight into this oh em gee

contains: fem reader, oral(m!receiving), sensitive!gojo, sooooo much dirty talk, road head :p, manhandling, throat fucking, headpusher!gojo <3

MDNI

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Your hands were all over Gojo, trying to rip off his belt, unzip his pants, and get his cock out as quick as possible.

“Baby slow downn,” he laughed, “My cock ain’t goin anywhere,” He placed a big hand on top of your own while you tried to undo his belt.

“We’ll be home in 20 minutes, ‘s my girl that needy?” he smirked. You ignored his teasing, pushing his hand out of the way; making him giggle and submit, placing it back on the wheel with his other hand.

You had just finished going shopping together. Gojo needed a new designer suit for some fancy get together with the jujutsu higher ups soon, dragging you along with him.

You protested at first, not wanting to spend your day off suit shopping with gojo. You would much rather cuddle up with him on the couch, but you didn’t want to be alone, so you caved, letting him drag you along with him.

And god damn it if you weren’t glad you did. Tight fitting suit after suit being tried on, all tailored perfectly to his measurements, accentuating his big biceps and toned frame.

Watching him roll up his cuffs and fiddle with his jacket was making your mouth water. You were clenching your thighs as he smoothed his big hands down his chest, veiny hands coming up to tighten the tie on his neck.

“How do I look baby? Ya like this one?” He asked, completely unaware of how something so simple as him trying on suits made you want to devour him right this second.

He found out your true feelings later, bringing you back to the car as you finally undid his difficult zipper after struggling with it for a while, reaching your smaller hands into his pants to pull his semi-hard cock out.

“You got this worked up while I was playin dress up? So dirtyy~,” he teased, biting his lip and smirking while you stroked his length in your warm hands, getting him fully erect.

“Satoru,” you said sternly, leaning your body over the center console and placing your mouth inches from his cock, “shut. up.” The second your words were out his cock was filling up your mouth, quickly falling into a rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, making his hips jolt up into your mouth when he drove over a bump, making you gag.

“Ahh- A-hh shittt baby,” Satoru groned, eyes fluttering as he tried to keep his focus on the road, occasionally dropping his gaze to watch the show you were putting on for him.

He dropped a heavy hand on your head, pushing down slightly, making you wince as it hit the back of your throat, “Thought you wanted my cock so bad huh? Cant take it?” he smirked, relishing in the feeling of you swallowing around him, trying to hold back your gags.

Your hand came up to place it on top of his challengingly, pushing his hand down against you. “Oh yeah?” he smirked. Gojo’s fingers curled into your hair as leverage as he started bobbing your mouth up and down on him like a cock sleeve.

“Such a thirsty girl- fuckkk- such a tight fucking throat.” He was trying his best to keep the acceleration of the car at one speed, his legs jerking and jolting every so often when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, making his driving a little sketchy.

The vibrations from your moans combined with the tightness of your throat as you choked around him was going straight to his balls, “Gonna make me c-crash the fuckin car holy shiiiiit,” he whined, jaw dropping as moans repeatedly fell from his tongue.

Gojo couldn’t take this for much longer, he yanked you back from his dick, popping your mouth off of him with a wet sound as you coughed and sputtered in the air, hand immediately coming down to stroke him still.

“Gotta pull over, ‘s too fuckin much” he said out of breath, face red and heart beating out of his chest as he took the next exit the freeway provided.

His abs were clenching, back coming off from the back of his seat as you rubbed your thumb on the underside of his cock, right under his head, “Babyyyy, killin me, h-hold on just hold on please,” he wined, his big hand coming down to grip your wrist tight as he frantically searched for a semi secluded place to pull over.

Once he found a nice gravel patch off the side of the road covered decently with thick trees he turned the wheel a little too hard to the side, car rocking the both of you as you settled into the spot.

Gojo quickly put the car into park and flipping his hazards on before he brought you back down onto his cock, “All yours baby, take my fucking dick,” he groaned.

Your lips immediately came to suckle on his tip, before sliding down the length of his cock again. This time he just let his hand rest on your head, slightly pushing down on the downstroke.

His head was tipped back against the seat as loud groans and wines spilled from his slack jaw, “goddd baby that feels so good-“ he choked out, running his hands through your hair.

His abs clench when you swallow around him, moans being cut off with a gag when his dick reached too deep in your throat.

You pop your lips off his dick, rotating your wrist around him while while you jerk him off, “yeah? my throat feel good?” you moan, biting your lip while smiling up at him.

“Yes yes so fucking good pretty, so good” He smiled back at you. His big hand comes up to grip your neck, squeezing as he pulls you up to his mouth, “Don’t stop jerkin’ me off” He whispers before he crashes your lips together, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

The kiss is so messy; whenever you twisted your twist around his wet tip his jaw would fall open, and his pretty blue eyes would roll back in his head.

“Fuuuuck, Im so close- fuck-“ He moaned into your mouth, gojo’s body jerking when you started pumping him more vigorously.

“Wanna cum d-down ur throat princess, cmon, why don’t you suck my dick again, huh?” His grip still hard on your neck as he gave it w squeeze to emphasize his need.

Gojo was trying his hardest to keep his composure, trying to stave off his orgasm long enough to at least feel your lips around him again, but your hand movements around his cock was making that task feel impossible.

You bit your lip and nodded, feeling his member start to pulse in your hand. He released your neck, letting you drop your head down to his cock again.

You started to kitten lick the tip softly, dipping your tongue into his leaky slit; but gojo was having none of that.

Without warning he shoved the entirety of his cock down your throat, bobbing your head up and down with his new grip on your hair, “Sorry baby, cant put up w-with your fuckin’ teasing when i’m this close” He smirked down at you, watching you struggle to take him.

You adjusted quickly, breathing through your nose so you wouldn’t choke, and focusing on sucking and rolling your tongue around him to get him to finish as fast as possible.

“Yesyesyes just like that fuck- right there-“ His grip tightened at his head fell back with a ‘thmp’ against the headrest when your tongue caressed a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of his dick.

You were paying special attention to the thick vein running along the underside of his cock, and it made him feel fucking dizzy. His head was spinning every time your mouth fully engulfed him.

You continued your ministrations, letting the massive man above you manhandle you; pulling and tugging at your hair for his own pleasure, and steadily bringing himself to his orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum babe, oh my godd” He let his chin fall back down, jaw slack and eyes heavy as he watched your mouth create a mess of spit all over his cock.

Spit strings connected from your chin to his abdomen and balls, the feeling of you moaning and gagging around him; it was all too much.

You felt his cock twitch before you tasted him; his heavy hand pushing you to the base of his dick as hot ropes of his cum shot down your throat.

You swallowed his cum up greedily, like it was the antidote for some poison to save your life. “Fu-uuuck yeahhh” he wined, biting his lip hard watching you try to keep up with his orgasm flooding your mouth, “Just-like-that- swallow it alllll,” he emphasized by thrusting his too sensitive dick into your mouth.

His whole body was buzzing, long legs shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, mind feeling like jello as the aftershocks ran through his body.

When the stimulation became too much for him; and right when your vision started to be covered in black dots from asphyxiation; he pulled you away from his dick.

Still holding your hair as your hand came down to rub at your throat, coughing and gasping for air in the process. “Show me.” he demanded.

Your foggy mind knew exactly what he meant; sticking out your tongue you showed him how you swallowed every last drop of his seed into your tummy, smiling when you put your tongue back in your mouth.

Gojo’s big hand came up to pat your cheek, releasing your hair and opting to grip your jaw in his hand, “Good fucking girl baby~” He cooed, smashing your faces together.

You felt his tongue dart inside your mouth, greedily licking around, trying to taste himself in your mouth.

He pulled away with a smirk, spit string connecting the two of you as he gave you a quick peck, “God i’m still fucking shaking haha” He laughed breathlessly, making you giggle.

Gojo stared into your eyes for a couple more seconds, biting his lip looking at the expanse of your face before his sighed, dropping his hold on your chin.

“Okaayyyy~” He sighed out, tucking himself back in his pants and buckling his seatbelt back up.

By this point you were positive you had drenched a spot through your panties, pants, and his car seat with how aroused you felt, so you felt ecstatic at his next words.

Putting on his blinker and pulling out into the street, his big hand came to rest on your thigh, patting it a couple times before speaking, “I’m gonna eat your pussy till your fucking crying when we get home as thanks for that.”

[getodrools]

GOOD AFTERNOON LAVIII !! hwo are ya :3

i might js make an everyday appearance but HEAR ME OUT !! a year ago or so i made a lil joke saying i want toji to fuck me with his gun but like.. what if he actually did > 0 <

just wanted to share that :333 IM SO HUNGRYYY, im cravin pancakes but im pancakeless :( you could he sleeping so if you are i hope ur sleeping well and dreaming of super cute things :D : D TA TAAAA (that’s a fancy bye)

— pearl anon

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ omg gm, i was dreamin’ ! ♡ ‘n i’ve been well, which i hope you've been feeling the same too pearl ! <3 besides the no pancakes disruption ;( ( ! ! but i do hope this feeds ur cravings in some way ??! sob — chocolate pancakes ( >> ) or fruit-based ??

★ ┆ CONFESSIONS .ᐟ ───── TOJI FUSHIGURO ‧

⟣ WARNINGS ‧ MDNI | f! reader | pwp, dub con ( coercion ), gun / fear / and power play, interrogation, degrading, slight praising, squirting, choking / asphyxiation, humiliation, &’ dacryphilia. ᡣ 𐭩 | WC ‧ 1.1K + |

“Tell me where your brother is.” The silencer attached to the sauntering man's gun was cold – at first… The teasing against your ridden hood was no longer enough to set you straight – to spill out any more information he coveted for, solely wreaking a mess out of you; a spill of only silky cum ran down the table he interrogated you on, all shame flowed into a glistening puddle below…

Now the slim, steel barrel between the quaver of your thighs was scolding… “This’ll all end if you just open more than these pretty legs and tell me where my scared little target is. Alright?” And he jams it deep, no hesitation in plugging you up with a loaded gun to the hilt…

Slippery folds spread wide to make room ‘till the invading metal eases in – ramming through your cum-soaked embrace. It hilted in your steaming depths with shocking ease before dragging back with a slight roll; he'd twist at the handle to slide around — left and right, left and right like a q-tip swirling around.

Eyes squeezing tight, “Sir… Please, I told you–” You hiccup, “Told you… I don't know…” You didn't know him, or even knew your brother had a damn hitman chasing him down. Well, it’s a slight explanation as to why he abruptly vanished last week… but you still had no clue of the exact reason!

You didn't know anything!

But you do know, you couldn't risk your brother's life any further. Damnning family loyalty.

The scar lined down the broad man's lips wrinkled stiffly as he frowned, “Where did you see him last goddamnit.” You shake your head, almost a sob falling through feeble lips in response.

Still not good enough. He clicks his tongue.

“Sweetheart,” The mix of gentle words and a pistol shoved up your pussy was… odd, “Before he left, did you at least see him take a scroll?” Raspy voice drawing out slow for you, he tilts his head, “Think real hard f’me, ok?” You barely could muster up words! How in the world could you even remember a stupid piece of paper while a gun is lodged inside you?!

Oh fuck…

Your eyes fill with light, and so does the killers, believing you were about to spew out the truth, “Yeah, yeah, I know that look, tell me.” The only truth spewing out was your cunt reacting vividly to the twisting pole splitting through you.

Another, milky mess splatters at his grey pants and around his gun. Runny with a shimmer – damp and soiled, he soughed as you tremble embarrassingly along the tabletop… Cunt clenching around the working barrel, you cry out; the trepidation, adrenaline, and coerced pleasure from a — truthfully, a hunk of a man was all foreign, shaking a deep rattle in you.

Gasping ‘till the shady room fell silent…

The man's shaggy hair falls with his head, dropping it low with a sigh followed, “It’s just a simple yes or no. Use your words this time, honey.” Patience running eerily low.

Toji had a damn job to do. He was ranked highest in his field of work for a reason. He never cared to show mercy when it came to his money, and that's exactly what his consumers loved. Toji always got the job done one way or the other... Even if working his gun with lethal strokes inside your pussy ‘till you couldn't bare another rumbling high was undoubtedly a way… Anything to get what he needed to get what he wanted.

And before you could reason by catching your breath, your interrogator leans over your feeble body; a stiff leg booted between yours as the other crowded you in on the side. Hovering over you full flush, Toji fills his free hand with your throat, as if he was trying to stifle the very answers out of you.

“I’m giving you one more chance,” Those same words he's said a good handful of times rang through your ears, “Speak up.”

“… I–I…” But the firearm pulling and twisting around your insides was forcing your lips to clamor.

You haven't had room to properly suck in a fresh breath of air in the past three hours…

Verdant eyes scanning your face, so close, you could feel the flutter of his lashes tickle at the stained, wet cheeks that puff out. Welting in tears, you shiver, “I don't… I don't remember…—!” You hear the stiff pistol driving through your silken furrow cock back.

Oh fuck.

“Heh. You really don't now?” Burying all inches of glossy metal inside tight walls, then retracting and slamming down harder, Toji’s grip tightend too, “ ‘Cause I feel like you do. A little birdie told me you even helped him out, huh.” Fuck.

Cum churned with sappy liquids; dragging a translucent milky ring around his suppressor, nothing was going to impede his assignment.

All brisk motions left your gummy insides shivering potently and brain to slosh into a mushy pile… Toji kept at it ‘till you seemed fucked out of your mind. ‘Till you actually couldn't give him any more answers...

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[ravenclawgirlwriter]

Sweet dream, sweet girl

I have finally finish my semester study and ready for a break before my internship, hence I got some time to write a bit.

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader

Plot: After done with her work for a whole busy week, she finally gets some sweet rest with her boyfriend.

Word: 587 words

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This is the most exhausting week for her. With all of the works need to be done, she spend most of her time along in the library or the hall to finish her work.

She cannot duel with her friends or her boyfriend, Theo, together as they might be too noisy and distract her attention from the things that's need to be done.

The whole week she left everyone behind, not really interact with them outside classes or meals. She just keep everything herself, including her stress and thoughts.

Theo is annoy by his girlfriend not talking to him for the past week. He understand the reason why she keep herself out, but he feels hurt when seeing his sweet girl dueling with her work all alone, not that he can help much.

Finally it reaches Friday, classes end, same goes with the works she have.

After she finish her essays in the library, she clean up her stuffs in the library, carrying her things in her hand while going back to the Slytherin common room.

The door open for her when she tell the correct password, she see her friends with Theo sitting around on the couch, some of them laying on the floor.

"Fancy seeing you here, Y/N." Draco say when he notice her present in the common room near curfew time.

Her friend turn their attention to her, waving or greeting her nights, she greet them back with a wave.

"Yeah... I'm done dueling with those essays, gonna have some rest right now guys." She say while walking towards Theo on the couch, leaving a space for her to sit beside him.

"Exhaust, dear? Wanna have a rest in my dorm?" Theo whisper softly to her, getting her things from her hand and hold it for her girlfriend.

"That sounds lovely, Theo." She raise her head to meet his eye, "Can we go back now? Sleepy..." She have a yaw after finish her sentence, making Theo smile a bit with her tired expression.

He takes her things in one hand while grabbing her up with another, leaving their friends in their back with a note, "Bye everyone, gonna take care of my girl."

After the couple reach the boy's dorm, Theo help to organize the stuffs and prepare for the bed to sleep in while his girl have shower and clean up in the bathroom.

"Sweet girl, your clothes are on the bed, get yourself dress, will ya? I'm going to have a quick clean." Theo point to the bed where her sleepwear are laying on, ready to get in to the bathroom after her girl comes out.

"Ok Theo, waiting... (yawing)... you..." She yaw again, and blush a bit with her tired status, looking on the floor avoiding her boyfriend glance.

They eventually do their own task at that short period of time. Theo in the bathroom and her getting ready in bed for rest.

Only a short time pass by, and Theo notices that she already feel asleep on his bed while waiting for him.

Theo lay besides her, arms hugging his girlfriend that is asleep in her dream.

The lights in the dorm dim down, where the couple is laying beside each other on a bed, cuddling with each other after a whole exhausting week for the girl.

She sleeps well in the arms of Theo's, he looks at his girlfriend, "Sweet dream, my sweet girl, goodnight."

Both of them have the most sweet dream and rest for the week.

[strkyoo]

ok but how about reader who wants to court lynette but has to get approval from lyney first (protective big bro is always the best)

— enchanted approval

PAIRING ; lynette x gn!reader (ft. lyney)

IN WHICH ; you want to take your relationship with lynette to the next level, but will her twin brother approve?

NOTE ; yea i think lyney would be a little protective for lynette bc of their past,, ngl i feel bad for both of em :(

// FLUFF? — established relationship, more focused to lyney and reader, protective lyney — wc ; 1.2k

you are currently at the debord hotel, waiting for lynette and her twin brother—lyney. this was the day… where you will try to convince lyney to let you take your relationship seriously with lynette.

you gulped nervously, sitting on the fancy chair, folding your hands together and tapping your feet in unison, staring at your empty plate because you literally have nothing to do now besides waiting for the twins.

few minutes passed, and you could hear footsteps leading to your seat. you turned back to see who it was, and it turns out it was lynette and lyney.

they dressed in a fancy outfit, making you blushed furiously especially when you saw how beautiful lynette is in that dress. gosh, can’t wait to see her in a wedding dress, or maybe in a suit— wait, s/o! don’t think that way! not yet, just… not yet…

“ehem.” lyney’s voice called, with the speed of lightning you snap out of your imagination. “oh— uh… bonjour….”

“bonjour.” lynette added, making you smile in relief. you silently begs her to sit beside you by tapping the chair beside you while looking at her with a pleading gaze, which caught her off guard when she saw how panicked you were right now.

with a soft sigh, she took a seat beside you, her hand clasping yours as your fingers intertwined together. her grip was gentle, as if telling you it’ll be just fine. the way she holds your hand is enough to make you feel less anxious and nervous. you appreciate her small effort to calm you down, even if it’s only a simple gesture— they always work, no matter what.

lyney, who secretly watched as she tried to soothe you, smiled softly, yet he tried to hide it in order to look professional. “so,” he began to speak, “i assume you’re s/o? lynette’s lover?”

“y-yes,” you nodded a little as you shifted your gaze to lyney, your hand still holding lynette’s hand for some support. “we’ve been dating for years… and i have deep feelings for her so i wanted to speak with you before moving forward.”

a mixture of nervousness and a tiny bit of determination coursing through you when you say that. you swear to the archons you’ve never said anything related like this to anyone before. this is so awkward.

lyney also looked a little different than usual. he looked more stern, more serious… almost like a different person without his usual cheerful aura and teasing personality.

you wanted to sigh in relief when you saw how lyney’s expression softened a bit at your statement, your shoulder dropping slightly in order to be more relaxed and comfortable despite the awkward situation.

“hey, relax, will ya? i don’t bite.” the awkward and tense atmosphere suddenly being cracked by lyney’s playful grin.

“but still. i don’t need to tell ya’ how important lynette is to me,” his tone suddenly became serious, “she’s my sister, and i’ll do anything to protect her at any cost.”

lyney’s intense gaze locked onto your eyes, making you feel even more tensed than before. but you managed to calm down as you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts together as you try to think of some fitting and convincing words.

“yes… i’m completely aware of that, and i respect that. i would never do anything foolish to hurt her.” you muttered out, trying to offer a friendly smile to him.

lyney’s gaze softened again as he leaned back to his fancy chair, crossing his legs and arms together. “ooh, is that so? tell me, then. what do you see in her? what makes you think you’re the right person for her?”

these questions. these questions you’re super afraid of but the ones you’ve been waiting for too.

lynette looked at him with a frown, thinking that the question might be a bit far. as she was about to excuse her brother, you took a deep breath one more time— your heart pounding hard inside your chest as you spoke from the bottom of your heart:

“lynette is more than just an… incredible magician’s assistant— she’s kind, she’s passionate… and… and she has a heart that shines brighter than any magic! i want to stand by her side, to support her no matter what, and cherish every moment with her.”

“and if you allow me, lyney, i would start by getting to know her better, spending more time together outside of her performances, and showing her how much she means to me. i want to build a strong foundation of trust and understanding.”

it took some time for lyney to understand what you mean— he nodded, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, while lynette sighed in relief and blushing madly at your remarks about her.

after a few more moments of intense scrutiny, his stern façade cracked, and he chuckled. “very well. i appreciate your honesty and determination.”

you couldn’t help but smiled at his response, “i promise, i’ll do my best to make you proud.”

he sighed, “you better do your best,” a playful glint is clear in his eye. “well then, if my sister’s heart is in it, who am i to stand in the way?”

relief and gratitude washed over you as lyney’s stance softened. you tried to wipe away the cold sweats on your forehead with your handkerchief, mumbling a soft ‘thank you’ to him.

after a few moments, lyney excused himself to buy the three of you some food and drinks after the tense communication, his playful side is now back to normal. as he left his seat, you let out a huge sigh of relief and leaned back to your chair.

“oh thank the archons… i feel like i would’ve passed away.” you breathed out, still trying to control your ragged breath.

lynette chuckled as she squeezed your hand again, this time she does it gently, pressing a subtle kiss on your cheeks. “don’t worry, my brother really likes you. he just wanted to hear your perspective.”

you smiled at the kiss, nodding your head slowly. “i’m glad to hear that. like, super duper glad.”

“mhm. he’s always been protective, but i trust his judgment,” she added, her fingers still intertwined with yours.

as you held her hand, the stage lights casting a soft glow on both of you, you knew that this was the beginning of a beautiful journey. well, hopefully.

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ♡

— © strkyoo.

[roanniom]

Hey there! Absolutely love your work!!

I especially enjoyed the one where they played 7 minutes in heaven💖 will there be perhaps a part two?

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Part 2

Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 3k~

Read Part 1 Here

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, dry humping / grinding, semi-public sex, flirting, bossy!Steve, lil dirty talk

Only moments after getting out of the closet for seven minutes in heaven, your hand is still held by none other than Eddie Munson, and you couldn't be happier. You hadn't fully believed he'd ditch you the moment the door was open, but a small nagging insecurity had made you cling to him in those final seconds because you truly did not want to be parted.

Eddie seems to have the same feeling, however, because he leads you into the kitchen, bringing your body flush against his to avoid the few people milling about around the drinks table.

"Can I get you something, m'lady?" he asks with an exaggerated bow. You laugh and shrug.

"I'll have something if you're having something."

"Yeah ok one moment," he says, dropping your hand and taking a step toward the drinks table. He hesitates however and turns back to look at you, holding a hand up. "Wait there, ok?"

"Yeah ok," you say with a big grin on your face. He hesitates again and then surges forward and picks you up by the waist. You squeal as he deposits you down on the kitchen counter behind you, stepping between your legs.

"Just...don't go anywhere, yeah?"

"Yeah," you agree breathlessly. He searches your eyes for a second as if making sure you're telling the truth before nodding and walking over to the drinks. You follow him with your eyes and feel your heart begin to beat erratically. He wants you to stay. 

As you watch, Eddie siddles his way up to the makeshift bar. He grabs a beer which he pops open against the edge of the table, taking a generous gulp which, based on the way he sighs and closes his eyes for a second, might be to calm his nerves. You feel a little tickle of fondness in your chest at the way this whole thing seems to have worked him up as well. It chips away at some of the fear which had managed to keep you more timid than you would have liked. When Eddie looks up from the table to find your eyes on him, he gives you a beaming smile and you practically melt into the formica countertop. 

“This ok?” he mouths, holding up a bottle of vodka and a bottle of cranberry juice. It’s not a massive kitchen, but there are other people in there and it’s quite loud. You nod vigorously and give him a thumbs up. He salutes you and pours a generous shot into a cup full of ice before adding a big pour of cranberry juice. You expect him to head over then but he starts rummaging around in the assorted mixers till he finds an open can of sprite, which he uses to top off the beverage. 

When he approaches you he moves right between your thighs and into your personal space as if he’s done it a million times and on instinct you grab onto his shoulders. 

“Libations for the lady,” he says, handing you your cup proudly. He watches you as you take a sip and smiles smugly when you gasp. 

“That’s really good!”

“I don’t know shit about fancy drinks, but I know if you make something fizzy, it’s much better,” he says with a shrug, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips. 

“It’s also sweet, which I like. So thank you,” you add. Eddie shrugs again. 

“I just assumed. Sweet girl, sweet drink.” He leans forward and places a kiss on your cheek and you have to be careful not to squeal. 

“I was at a party in my old town once and a guy asked if he could get me a drink and then brought me a cup that was just vodka and tequila mixed together.”

“Did you have him arrested?” Eddie asked, his face completely deadpan. “Pretty sure that’s a federal crime. Might even break the Geneva Convention.”

“Someone’s been paying attention is history,” you tease, clinking the edge of your cup to his bottle. 

“I wake up from time to time. You can only nap so long before Freddy Kruger will get ya.” He ends the sentence by digging the fingers of his free hand into your ribs and you flail at the ticklish intrusion. 

“I fucking love Nightmare on Elm Street. Have you seen the trailer for Dream Warriors yet?”

“It looks sooo metal,” Eddie agrees with a nod. You take another sip of your drink and his hand falls from your ribs to settle on the top of your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the exposed skin. Eddie’s head is cocked to the side and he’s watching you again. Watching your lips on the rim of your cup. Watching the way your throat moves as you swallow. “So you like vodka cranberries - with sprite - horror movies, and…me?”

You bite your lip to keep from smiling too big at the understatement of that breakdown but you nod. 

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”

“But why?” he asks. 

“Why do I like vodka cranberries? Like you said, they’re sweet.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

“Horror movies are fun. Being scared in a theater is actually pretty cathartic - ,”

“Princess,” Eddie interrupts you, his voice serious. You play with the sleeve of his leather jacket where it’s started to fray at his wrist. 

“You’re really interesting. I feel like I spend more time paying attention to the trouble you get up to in the back of the classroom with your friends than I do paying attention to the teacher.” Your admission has him chuckling so you continue. “You seem like you really love your friends, and they seem to love you so that really says a lot. You’ve always been really nice to me, and you’re funny as fuck.” Eddie swipes the air with his hand in a show of dismissive bashfulness and you swat his hand down. He returns it to your thigh and continues rubbing circles into your skin. “And besides all that you’re…you’re…”

“What am I, princess?” he asks, curiosity genuine on his face. You knock back the rest of your drink before busying yourself with placing the cup to the side, using the activity so that you don’t have to look him in the eye as you continue. 

“You’re just really fucking hot. And obviously I’m sure you know that but like, I don’t know, the hair, the way you dress, your fucking rings…” you look down at the hand on your thigh and tap on the silver rings standing out against your skin. His hand moves out from under your finger tip and cups to cup your chin, pushing you to make eye contact with him. He’s smiling, but it’s soft, his eyes peering into yours with that searching quality again. 

“You aren’t real,” he says quietly.

“Yeah I am,” you dismiss, trying to look away again but he keeps hold of your chin. His eyes dip to your lips and then back up again. The beer bottle forgotten on the counter beside you, Eddie moves so that both of his hands cradle your face on either side. You feel your pulse race at his touch and proximity. 

“No, you’re a fucking dream and I’m not good at disappointment so I better wake up right now before you vanish in a puff of smoke and break my heart.” His words are joking but there’s an edge to them that makes you pretty sure he’s more nervous than he’s letting on. Suddenly he spasms, feeling you pinch him lightly on his arm. “The fuck?”

“Not a dream. You seem to be awake,” you say cheekily. This makes his face break out into a massive grin. And then he’s leaning into you and kissing you soundly. His tongue tastes like beer and smoke and you wish you could consume him. He presses into you on the counter and you want him to push you into the formica surface. 

He pulls away enough to bury his face in your neck and chills run down your spine at the feeling of his lips at your ear. 

“I’ve had a crush on you since your first fucking day. So pretty in those cute little skirts. And then I spoke to you and you’re also so damn sweet? It wasn’t fair.” He nips at your earlobe and you gasp. Emboldened by his own admission, you grab him by the back of his head and pull him back to kiss your mouth again. He slots further between your legs and that’s when you feel it. A bulge pressing up against the apex of your thighs. You swivel your hips experimentally into him and he groans. 

“Jesus Christ. Munson! New girl! Get a fucking room!” 

Eddie whips around to find Steve Harrington standing in the doorway of the kitchen with his hands on his hips. A couple of random partygoers titter and watch him scold the two of you. You try to hide behind Eddie, embarrassed, but he’s laughing. 

“Sorry, did I make you jealous, Harrington?” 

“Exceedingly. Broke my heart. Oh no, what’ll I do now?” Steve replies in full deadpan, folding his arms across his chest. 

Eddie sweeps you off the counter and places you on your feet, manipulating you so that you’re standing in front of him with his chest to your back, his hands on your hips guiding you forward. You can feel his erection pressing against your ass and it reminds you of how hot and heavy things had started to get. 

And of how wet you are already. 

“You snooze you lose, buddy,” Eddie says with a wink over your head. Steve rolls his eyes and moves out of the way so you both could pass, swatting goodnaturedly at Eddie’s shoulder when he looks back with a wave. 

You let Eddie lead you back through the party and out the front door. The fresh air is bracing and welcome so you take a deep breath. 

“Wow it was hot in there!” you exclaim, fanning yourself. 

“Yeah, thought we could both probably use a good cool off,” Eddie says with a chuckle, letting go of your hips and stepping away from you. Despite the heat you instantly miss the feeling his hands on you and you watch in distress as he moves away to sit down on the front porch’s singular wicker chair. Looking around you confirm that nobody else is around in the deserted front yard so you step over to him. 

“But I don’t want to cool off,” you contradict, this time the one to step between his man spreading legs. He scoffs at you from where he reclines low in the chair, looking up at your pouting face. Your fingertips graze his knee before trailing up the length of his thigh and dropping your palm down on his straining hard on. His eyes go wide. You smirk. “I don’t think you really want to cool off either.” 

“Princess, we’re outside - ,” he starts to reason but you drop down to straddle his lap before he can fully argue and the words die in his throat. He stares up at you in awe as you begin to rock your hips, rubbing against him in a way he never would have imagined you capable. 

“Nobody’s out here. Just us.” The alcohol probably have you a little courage, but you know that most of this sudden bravery stems from the way he’s looking at you like you hung the god damn moon. Just for grinding against him a little. It makes you want to do so much for him. Makes you want to please him more than any other guy you’ve ever been with. 

“Sweetheart, I…” Eddie trails off when you take one of his hands and place it on your breast, just as you’d done during seven minutes in heaven earlier. Eddie bites his lip and groans, his other hand moving up to grasp your other one all too willingly. “What is it with you and using these tits as a weapon?“

“Is it working?” you ask, grinding down a little harder on him. He feels so good and the growing tension has been making you feel needier than you should at this point, so much so that the seam of his jeans feels inappropriately delicious on your clit through your panties. 

“Fuck baby, I’m trying to be…r-respectful and…and shit.” He starts losing coherence as you lean down to start kissing his neck. 

“You’re being very respectful. The perfect gentleman,” you gasp as his hands grope at your breasts, fingers pinching at your nipples through your bra. Eddie let’s put a derisive laugh. 

“Nothing gentlemanly about groping you on a porch outside a party.” 

“Yeah, and nothing ladylike about trying to get you to cum in your jeans on a porch outside a party either.” you argue. 

Eddie bucks up against you then, his grip tightening on your breasts and he moans. His face almost looks pained, making you laugh. 

“You’re trying to get me to cum in my jeans, baby?“ 

“Maybe,” you say teasingly. Eddie’s hand closes around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a harsh kiss. He doesn’t let you go until you’re practically panting and rolling your hips down against his at a steady pace. The hand not holding you by the neck goes down to your hips to help guide your movements. 

“Everyone thinks the new girl is so innocent but fuck. You’re out here making me feel like I’m a whimpering 15 year old or something.” 

“Not hearing any whimpering out if you yet, Munson,” you say with a shaky laugh. He bites down on your collar bone in retaliation, hard enough to make you gasp and whine. 

“No, but I’m hearing some out of you, Princess.” 

“F-fuck,” you stutter. His hips have begun nearing you thrust for thrust. And it just feels so good. And his hands are somehow everywhere all at once. 

“This is what you wanted out of those seven minutes in heaven, hm?” He asks you, lips back at your ear as you try to bury your face in his neck to keep from showing how much this is affecting you. 

“Y-yeah,” you answer honestly. 

“You hoped I’d walk in there, throw you up against the wall and fuck you?“

“Oh god Eddie…” 

Your small noises are driving him wild and he isn’t exaggerating. He really is embarrassed by how quickly it feels like he’s going to cum. 

“So fucking pretty, you know that? All the fucking time.” The words almost sound angry with how his teeth are gritted but you can see the hazy wonder in his eyes as he watches you grind against him. 

You’re desperate now, pushing your clothed cunt against his hardened lap to get as much friction as physically possible. 

“Yeah…you are,” you manage to gasp. 

Eddie throws back his head and laughs at that, tightening his grip on your hips to make you grind even harder. 

“You said I’m funny, but you’re a fuckin’ riot, aren’t you Princess?” His eyes are blown black and his lips are wet and kiss bruised. It makes you want to taste him again and you don’t even try to stop yourself, leaning forward to mash your mouth to his. When he pulls away he’s panting fully now. “Jesus fucking Christ I want you.” 

“You have me now,” you point out. 

“Yeah this is aces, but I’d like to be inside you,” he says with a strained chuckle. 

“Want you inside me too, Eddie,” you hum, getting a fistful of his curls and initiating eye contact yourself for the first time. He’s transfixed, watching you move over him. “Next time. Want to feel you.” 

Something about the phrase “next time.” The promise inherent in it. It has him kissing you like his entire life depends on it and maybe it does because it sure fucking feels like it in the moment. You rock your hips till you feel him stutter beneath you, warmth spreading and letting you know he couldn’t take any more. The groan he unleashes against the skin of your throat has your own hips stuttering and then you’re cumming yourself. Legs locking around his thighs, channel clenching sadly around nothing, but muscles spasming nonetheless in aching relief. 

As you come down from the high you start to register the coolness of the outside breeze again. You feel Eddie’s fingers caressing the bare skin of your thighs. Hear the muted music and laughter and discussion of the party going on inside the house. Your skin goosebumps with the thought of how close you’d been to other people in that intimate moment, but the shame melts away when you take in the image of Eddie beneath you. 

He’s reclining back against the chair with an expression of fucked out bliss on his face that has you preening with pride. 

“You good?” you ask and he exhales a laugh. 

“I can’t believe you made me cum in my pants.” 

“Hey, I warned you that was my goal,” you say, shrugging. 

“That was still incredibly unfair,” he admonishes with absolutely zero menace. One of his hands cups your jaw and he surveys your face with concern. “You good?” 

“I’m fucking fantastic,” you say, not even trying to hide your beaming smile as you play with the fingers gripping your cheek. He chuckles warmly but winces when he moves in the chair. 

“Well I’m glad you are. Meanwhile I have to go back into the party a fucking mess,” he grumbles. You laugh and look over at the door where discomfort awaits, but something catches your eye in your periferals. 

“Is that your van?” You ask. 

“Yeah, why?” 

“We could always just leave,” you suggest innocently, our finger drawing a design into the clothed plane of his chest. “You could drive me home. No need to go back in there all…sticky.” 

He’s got you hoisted off of him and back up into the air in 0.02 seconds, slinging you over his shoulder as you laugh and flail. 

“Sounds like a plan to me, baby,” he says, slapping your ass. 

~*~

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Drunk

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Notes: Underaged drinking, college Au, funny at times

Summary: Wanda goes to her first college party with a few friends. You're the one they call when something goes wrong.

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You were nervous. It was apparent by the bouncing of your leg. Truly, it was more like your whole body was vibrating. Everything felt like it was in high definition. The walls were a pale green, the threads of the furniture stood out, the ticking of the clock was loud.

It was funny how thinking about her made you nervous. It was as if she had been in the room with you. Her hair shines brilliantly to match her smile. You'd listen as she spoke animatedly about whatever it was that she liked. You tried your best to focus on her words and not her lips, but it was a challenge to you.

Loving Wanda made you nervous because you weren't supposed to love her. Not to this extent, at least.

She was your best friend's younger sister. You had known Wanda and Pietro just about your entire life. The three of you were a good group of friends. Being two years younger than you and Pietro mean that Wanda didn't always mesh well with your other friends. She eventually found her own group and started spending more time with them.

The three of you still hung out regularly, but not as much as you did when you were younger. You think that you always had a crush on Wanda, though you may not have been aware at the moment.

" So, ya, I'm just really excited. My first college party."

You frowned as you tuned back into what the red head was saying," Who's going with you?"

She wasn't privy to your dismay," You know the usual girls."

You nodded your head hesitantly, trying to remember their names," Ok, just be careful. Your first time can be pretty overwhelming."

Wanda rolled her eyes," Whatever, you and Piet literally party all the time."

" Yes, but our first time was a mess."

" You're just trying to scare me," Wanda ignored your words.

" She's not. Our first party, I came home with my hand fractured. And by the end of night, Y/n had traded all her clothes for duct tape armor."

" It was way less fun to take off than it was to put on," you chimed in.

Pietro gave his sister a stern look," Just be careful, sestra, and call Y/n if anything happens."

" Why me?"

" Because unlike you, my dating life is flourishing. Monica and I have reservations at some fancy restaurant she wanted to go to. I'm planning on making it official tonight," he smiles brightly as he speaks.

" My dating life is fine, but I'm happy for you."

" Whatever you say Y/n," he turned his attention to Wanda," Be safe. If anything happens, call Y/n. If it's an emergency, you know you can always call me. Have fun, but not too much."

Pietro kissed both of you on the forehead before walking straight out of the door.

" You're having girl trouble," Wanda sounds like she's trying to hold back her surprise.

" Try not to sound so surprised, Wands."

A blush spreads across her face," Sorry, I just- Piet didn't have any issues. If he could find someone as good as Monica, I was thinking that-"

You stop her mid-ramble," I'm just teasing, Wanda. The truth is, I've had a few girls and boys interested in taking me out. I just usually say no."

" Are you not looking for someone?"

You look into her eyes, maybe for a second too long. A shaky breath spills out of your lips," Let's just say that I know what I want and none of them are it. Now, don't you have a party to get ready for?"

She looks at the time on her phone and basically bolts up the stairs. She pokes her head back down the stairwell for a second," We're finishing this conversation later!"

Then she's gone in a flash, leaving you with your thoughts. You weren't lying. There were plenty of people who had hit on you, but you just weren't into them.

The last date you had was months ago with Darcy. Everything had gone well. The two of you actually went steady for about two months, but you just saw each other as friends.

After that, you didn't try with anyone else. You wanted Wanda, and there was no denying it. Your conscience was stopping more than Pietro was. If anything, you knew that he'd approve of you two being together.

The doorbell rang, causing you to get off of the couch. When you opened the door, the girls that you assumed were Wanda's friends were standing there.

You analyzed the group as you felt them do the same with you.

" You're Wanda's friends?"

" You have got to be Y/n," the one with dark brown hairs speaks first, earning a nudge from the blonde standing beside her.

A smirk took over your features," In the flesh, what are your names?"

You step aside to let them in the house. They file one by one.

" I'm Kate," the brunette speaks.

" Yelena," the blonde says shortly.

The redhead doesn't give you an answer. You don't mind pressing her for it.

" And you, sweetheart?"

Her eyes scan over you, and it makes you a little nervous.

" Natasha... sweetheart," she sends a wink your way.

There's a tension between the two. It stays until Wanda appears in the stairwell. She looks amazing. You gulp as your eyes rake her outfit. There's no doubt in your mind that she's going to have eyes on her. The thought makes you clench your jaw.

Her friends whistle as she makes her way down the stairs.

" You look... good, Wands." Your tongue grazes your bottom lip as you speak.

She blushes and that makes you smile," Thanks, Y/n. Are you girls ready to go?"

" Not so fast, let me see your phones," you stop the girls.

Kate is the first to pull out her phone and eagerly hand it to you, it makes you chuckle to yourself. You put your number in her phone, then Yelena's, and lastly Natasha's.

" If anything happens, call me. I don't care what time it is, I don't care how minor it is. If you're too drunk to drive, if you just want to leave, or if some guy is being a weirdo. Anything, and that goes for all of you, not just Wanda."

The girls nod in understanding before heading towards the front door. Natasha, Kate, and Yelena walk out, but Wanda lingers for a moment. She turns back to give you a quick hug, you kiss her temple, similarly to how Pietro did earlier in the night.

" Be safe, I'll hold down the fort."

While she's walking out of the door, you can't help yourself," DON'T FORGET TO CALL, IF YOU NEED ANYTHING."

In the hours that passed, you found yourself switching between watching tv and being on your phone. Nothing too interesting. You had dozed off at some point, at least that what you assumed when you were jolted to reality by the sound of your phone ringing.

" Hello?"

Your eyes shot open as the phone speaker was filled with loud music.

" Hey... hottie, we- we're a little. Whoops, sorry. We- could you just come. Please, hot Y/n. Really, really hot Y/n," Kate's words were barely coming out of her mouth.

" Katie, share your location with me. Can you do that, while we're on the phone, lovely?"

" Mmmm. Ya- ok, I- did I do it," she chuckled as her location appeared on your phone.

" Just sit tight for me, ok, Katie?"

Katie let a vulgar moan slip through her lips," You- you're so hot Y/n. The nicer you are, the mo-more I want you t-to taste my- I think I'm going to puke."

" I'll be there as quick as I can," you repeated into the phone before hanging up.

You shook your head before laughing a bit at the brunette's words. You were quick to hop in the car and drive to the location Kate sent you.

From the outside, you could tell that the party was definitely a level 5 on the chaos scale. The amount of people in the front yard alone, sent a little more urgency in your movements.

4 girls amongst hundreds. How hard could it be? You pulled out your phone and made 3 phone calls. Within 15 minutes, you had assembled a team to help you search for the girls.

" Thanks for these guys. Carol, we're going to have you grab Natasha, Valkyrie you're going to get Yelena, Darcy you'll handle Kate. Everyone clear?"

They nodded.

" Just bring them to the car once you find them. BREAK."

The four of you quickly dispersed. The only thing on your mind is finding Wanda.

You checked outside first. Not really wanting to go inside of the house unless you had. As far as you could tell, she wasn't in the front or the back.

Going into the house almost made you want to give up immediately. There were people from corner to corner. You had to push through bodies just to move. The floor took about 20 minutes for you to search properly. You didn't see Wanda anywhere.

When you got to the kitchen, the population of people was a little less dense. You saw Val struggling to get Yelena off of a table. The blonde kept kicking out her foot every time Valkyrie tried to grab her.

You got close enough to where they could both hear you," Yelena, would you just go with my friend please!"

The blonde turned to you," Oh, this is your friend. I thought she was a kidnapper. Obviously, I did not want to be kidnapped. Ok, strong warrior woman, let us leave."

" I've been telling you I was a friend of Y/n for 10 minutes," Val huffed as she yanked the blonde off of the table.

" Wait! Do you know where I can find Wanda?"

Yelena's eyes squinted and she pointed behind you. Following her gaze, you saw Wanda trying her best to get up the stairs. You took off in that direction, scared that you'd lose sight of her.

Going upstairs at a party like this only led to trouble. You'd stopped it from happening too many times not to have a pit of fear in your stomach. After shoving your way through the crowd, you ran up the stairs.

You didn't bother knocking and started just opening doors. To your surprise, a lot of the rooms were actually empty. The last door you opened is where you found Wanda.

She was sprawled out like a starfish on the bathroom floor. Her head turned in your direction and a wide grin spread across her face.

" Hi."

The way she was looking at you made your heart stop. There was something in her eyes that you couldn't quite decipher.

" Come on, Kate called, so I came to get you guys."

She laughs, eyes not moving from yours," I- I don't think I can stand up."

You shake your head, but nonetheless pick the girl up off of the ground. Her arms lock around your neck, while her legs do the same to your waist. Her head is buried in your shoulder. You can feel her warm breath tickle your neck.

Carrying her out of the party was a trying task, but you were able to manage. When you got to the car, your friends stood, waiting with the other drunk girls.

" Where'd you find her?" Carol asked.

" Bathroom floor. Let's get them in the car."

Natasha was the most coherent, so she sat up front with you, while Kate, Yelena, and Wanda took the back seat.

" Thank you guys for helping me. Lord knows, doing it on my own would have been a pain in the ass."

" You're definitely going to need help with them," Darcy says.

" We'll follow you," Valkyrie chimes in.

You try to stop them," You guys don't have to. I know you probably have better things to do with your night."

Carol snorts," And leave you alone with 4 drunk 20-year-olds, absolutely not. We're coming whether you like it or not."

You smile at your friends," I love you guys. We're headed to the Maximoff's."

They all mutter 'love you' back before getting in their cars. The backseat of your car was loud and vibrant due to Yelena and Kate.

" Y/n," the woman in your passenger's seat said.

You glanced at her briefly before turning your attention back to the road," Natasha."

" Thank you for picking us up."

" It was nothing, you guys can call me anytime. Your safety is important to me."

You hear the girl sniffle beside you," But... you don't even know us. The fact that- that you came is so," she starts sobbing in the middle of her sentence.

" Hey, hey, you're ok. You're Wanda's friends, and by the transitive property you're my friends too. I'll always be there when my friends need me."

" You're- You're so kind," she cried even harder.

" HEY! STOP MAKING MY SISTER CRY," Yelena yelled from the backseat.

" They're prob-bably happy tears, Leny. I know if I was in the fr-ront seat with really, really hot Y/n, I'd be crying too," Kate said dreamily.

You did your best to hold in your laughter. With a quick glance in the rearview mirror, you caught Wanda's eyes. She was already looking directly at you. Her expression was something you recognized, but not on her. Her gaze seemed lustful.

When you pulled up to the house, you waited for your back-up to get there before trying to unload the girls from the car.

Wanda was still convinced that she couldn't walk and wanted to latch on to you. You let her as the other girls were helped by your friends. As much the drunk girls wanted to just crash on the couch, you made them shower and change first.

If Wanda had been on a stranger's bathroom floor, who knows where the others had been.

After the showers, the girls seemed to be ready for bed. The Maximoff's were well off, so the house was pretty big. Wanda's friends slept in her room. While your friends took one of the guest bedrooms close by. They wanted to be able to check on the girls.

You and Wanda were the only ones who hadn't retired for the night. The two of you sat in the living room watching tv as you had done hours ago.

Wanda was close to you. She left no empty space between the two of you. Her skin was touching yours.

" Y/n," her voice was deep when she said your name. You were scared to look at her.

" Ya Wands," you tried to focus on the tv to ignore your heartbeat.

" What do you want?" She said it like it was an obvious question.

" Earlier, you said you knew what you wanted and none of them were it. So what do you want?"

" Wanda," there was a warning edge to your voice.

It didn't deter the woman. She carefully slung her leg over yours to straddle your waist. The ends of her hair tickled your face as she looked down at you.

" I think I know what you want."

Your body feels stiff under hers. Every muscle is tensing, and you don't know what to do.

" You're drunk," you tell her, avoiding eye contact.

" Tell me I'm wrong." Her finger starts in the middle of your chest and trails all the way up until she's lightly gripping your chin. She's forcing you to meet her eyes.

" Wanda, you are going to regret this in the morning. We can't have this talk right now. You're drunk and I'm not. It's wr-"

She leans down so that her lips are close to yours. It stops your sentence in its tracks. You swallow hard, fighting the urge to connect your lips.

" I'm not that drunk, Y/n. I know what I'm doing," her lips brush against yours as she speaks.

It takes all of the strength that you have, but you lift the red off of you and get to your feet.

" I'm going to bed. If you want to talk in the morning, we can do that." Your feet carry you up the stairs, but you stop when you hear Wanda call your name.

You lock eyes with her. A sly smile lies on her lips. " You didn't tell me I was wrong."

You hold eye contact with her for another minute and make your way to the second guest bedroom, which is basically your room. The first thing you do is lock the door behind you. Then you face plant on the bed. Your body is hot from all of Wanda's advancements.

Eventually, your breathing evens out as you fall asleep with the redhead running through your mind.

The next morning, you are woken up by the sound of banging on the door. In your groggy state you open the door, still wiping the sleep from your eyes.

The silence makes you stop wiping your eyes to see who disrupted your sleep. Wanda is standing at the door with her eyes glued on you. That's when you realized you are only wearing a bra and some boy shorts.

You clear your throat, expecting a blush to spread across her face. It doesn't. Instead, her eyes snap to yours, seemingly darker than usual.

" You just gonna stare at me or did you want something sweetheart?"

She takes her time answering you," Can I come in?"

Reluctantly, you let her in the room. She closes the door behind her, and you swore you heard the lock click.

" So..."

" It's the morning," she says, and you know exactly what she's referring to.

You take a seat on the bed and motion for her to sit next to you. She does and waits for you to speak.

" You're wrong," you say simply. You can see her confident demeanor leave as she tries to leave the room. Your hand reaches out to grab her wrist and pull her back to the bed.

" Listen. You're wrong because I think that you think that I'm just attracted to you. I am attracted to you, I mean, you have always been drop-dead gorgeous."

You pause to make sure she's listening to you.

" So you like me?"

" No."

She tries to leave again, but this time you get up to block her path. " You've got to let me finish, Wands. I know you too well to like you. I'm light-years past liking you."

Her eyebrows furrow," Then what are you saying?"

" SHE'S SAYING THAT SHE LOVES YOU!" A voice that sounds suspiciously like Kate's yells from the other side of the door.

Her outburst is followed by loud whispers and shuffling feet. You laugh at the invasion of privacy.

" Is- is that what you're saying?"

You give her a genuine smile," Wanda, I've been in love with you for a while now. I just didn't know what to do. We've known each other so long, and Pietro's like a brother to me. You guys are the most important people in my life, and I was scared to fuck that up."

Wanda's hand caresses the side of your face," I love you too."

Your eyes shine as they peer down into hers. It felt like you had more to say, but then Wanda's lips were on yours. The words were now irrelevant.

Her lips were the softest you had ever encountered. She was certain in her movements. She was certain about you. The sensual pattern in which she kissed you made you feel like you were floating.

You had never known such peace. You had never felt something so right. In this moment with Wanda, you felt like you were complete.

" I want to do that forever," your eyes shot open to look at the beautiful woman in front of you.

" Me too."

There was a knock on the door," I'm glad you two finally sorted things about, but I spent a lot of money on this breakfast."

Pietro's voice sounded from the other side of the door. You could feel the heat rushing to your face.

Wanda giggled at your state and told Pietro you'd be right down. She kissed you one more time.

" Put some clothes on, I don't know if I want everyone seeing what's mine."

" Yours?"

She nods, her hand plants it on your bare stomach. It rubs the area up and down," Mine."

You smile," I don't mind that at all."

You slip on a shirt and some sweatpants. Then the two of you head downstairs. All eyes are on you, when you make it to the kitchen.

" Took the two of you long enough. I mean both to get together and come to breakfast," Pietro smiles teasing at the two of you.

" Don't tease them hard. I mean, it took you entirely too long to ask me to be your girlfriend," Monica shoots back at him.

He pouts," Why must you tease me so, my love."

" Enough sickly romantic couple behavior. Let's eat."

Together you all sat at the table and ate. The smile wouldn't slide off of your face for anything. Here you were surrounded by people that you loved. The woman that held your heart was right beside you. Her hand intertwined with yours under the table. The light chatter made the atmosphere even more warm. This was the happiest day of your life. You'd be having a lot of those now. With this group of people as your friends, and Wanda as your other half, you could see many happy days ahead of you.

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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 3: Watch the Show

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia. 

Rating: Explicit (18+) - putting this here as a blanket rating even though it doesn't apply to all chapters

Word Count: 4.4k

Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Connor and the boys fix Lucille’s fence giving the Neighborhood Watch its first opportunity for an in-person thirst fest. 

A/N: Thank you again for all of the love on the first two chapters. I am having a lot of fun writing this and interacting with you!

BMW Group Chat

Will: Hey. Benny said that Connor wanted to come over and help with Ms. Lucille’s fence. 

Megan: Yeah - you guys good with that?

Will: Affirmative. Wheels up is 0800 if he wants in on the Home Depot run.

Benny: Cool it Captain America. 🙄 Megan does 8 a.m. work tomorrow for him?

Megan: 😂 Yeah I’ll let him know. I think he’s looking forward to it.

Benny: Sweet! We’ll probably use Frankie’s truck but Connor can ride with me if that’s cool with you.

Megan: Yeah sounds good! About what time do you think you’ll start working?

Will: Probably a little after 9, shouldn’t take too long to get the stuff.

Megan: Ok cool.

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Neighborhood Watch Group Chat

Megan: ⚠️⚠️ Will said the guys should start working on Lucille’s by 9 tomorrow.

David: HELL YES! Who’s bringing what? Ty and I can bring mimosas. 🍾

Olivia: I can go for a donut run in the morning on the way back from soccer with the boys.

Melissa: I got the fruit salad! 🍓🍍🍉🥭

Katie: Anyone want a fancy coffee? I’ll run to Starbucks … just text me what you want.

Megan: Cool, it’s settled. See you all tomorrow!

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“You ready for today?” Megan sipped on her coffee, trying to sound nonchalant while eyeing Connor as he rolled into the kitchen.

“Yeah, should be fun.” He made a beeline to the fridge, grabbed a jug of orange juice, and turned around to inhale the breakfast Megan made for him – scrambled eggs and bacon. “Thanks, Mom!”

Bucky was immediately at Connor’s feet, looking up at him, begging for food.

“Despite what he tells you, I already fed him today. And I gave you a slice of bacon, mister!” Megan shook her head at the greedy pup before heading to the sink to rinse off her plate. 

While her back was turned, Connor raised his fingers to his lips making a shushing motion as he snuck the pup half a piece of bacon. 

He cleared his throat to cover up the sound of Bucky scarfing down the treat. “So, these guys used to be in the military or something?” 

“Yea. Will says they were in for like almost 20 years or something but retired a few years ago. With that being said they’re probably punctual as hell so don’t be late!”

“Yes, mom. I’ll head over there right after I get a few more bites.”

After he finished his breakfast, Connor grabbed his phone and wallet, gave his mom a kiss, and gave Bucky some head scratches. He looked at the time, smiling that he was 15 minutes early.

As he walked over to 319 Mulefall Court, he saw a green truck pull up. He recognized the two men who got out, they were Benny and Will’s friends, but he just couldn’t remember their names. The taller guy was in jeans and a gray T-shirt with a blue baseball cap and aviators. The other guy, who was a bit shorter, wore black shorts and a white V-neck shirt that was a bit tighter fitting than the taller man’s shirt. 

Benny walked out of the garage and greeted the two men with a handshake and hug and was dressed comfortably in black and white basketball shorts, a cutoff concert tee, and a black backward baseball cap. He spotted Connor walking over and waved at the boy. 

“Hey, bud!” Benny called over. “You're early, nice!”

“Ha yea, I uh… I didn’t want you all waiting up.”

“All good. Hey I’m not sure if you’ve officially met them but these are my friends Frankie and Santi – or Fish and Pope, whatever’s easier for ya,” he chuckled.

“Nice to meet you boss,” Santiago extended his hand for a firm handshake. 

“We’re excited to have an extra set of hands,” Frankie smiled, giving the boy a handshake too.

“Well, thanks for the invite.”

“You know, for being the one always up my fucking ass about being on time, Will is late. Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to swear in front of you. Fuck!" Benny smacked himself on the forehead laughing.

“Ha, it’s all good. I won’t tell my mom if you won't,” Connor winked.

“Good man!” Pope chuckled, slapping Connor playfully on the shoulder as they all laughed.

“Hi, Connor!” a soft voice called from across the street. 

Connor turned to see Aria walking her dog. He tensed and immediately felt his face getting red. Aria was one of the prettiest girls in school and also his biggest crush.

“Uh…h-hey Aria!” He rubbed the back of his neck, giving a small wave.

“I like your dog!” Benny called over. “Is that a Rhodesian Ridgeback?”

“Yea! No one ever knows what kind of dog he is.” She was impressed at the man’s astute observation.

“Yeah, we used them on missions before. Those dogs are badass!” Benny smiled.

Aria stopped as her dog sniffed the grass, looking over to Connor and the men in the driveway. “Um…you all off to do something fun?”

Connor was frozen and didn’t know what to do. He felt tongue-tied, intimidated by her and the three men behind him who were most likely scrutinizing his every move and probably ready to make fun of him when this encounter was all over.

I bet none of them have trouble talking to girls.

What he couldn’t see was that the three men behind him were exchanging looks and smirks, remembering what it was like to be in high school, faced with talking to a pretty girl. Hell, depending on the woman they still acted that way.

Frankie gave Pope a nod, using the unspoken language they had mastered after decades of friendship.

Pope cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah actually we are. Connor here is helping us build a fence!”

“Build a fence? Wow, cool!” Aria smiled, looking directly at Connor.

“Yeah, he does a lot of work for Ms. Lucille. It was his idea to have us help, wasn’t it Connor?” Benny came up, slapping a hand on the boy's shoulder.

“Uh.” Connor glanced over to Benny who gave him a look and a squeeze to the shoulder. “Uh, ye-yea. It’s not a big deal, should be pretty easy.”

“Cool, well, don’t work too hard. I’ll see you around!” she waved and continued on her walk.

Connor immediately turned around and took what felt like his first breath in minutes. Benny’s arm was around his shoulder and he braced for the guys to give him a hard time before seeing Will come out of the garage.

“Hey, Connor! Sorry guys, I was talking to Joel. Ready to go?” Will smiled, walking over to give the boy a handshake.

“Yeah, let’s do it! I like your shirt,” Connor pointed to Will’s blue Tampa Bay Lightning dri-fit shirt.

“Thanks, man, you ever go to a game?”

“I’ve only been to like two, but I’ll catch them on TV when I can.”

The guys chit-chatted with Connor for a few more minutes before Benny cut in.

“Ok, so since there’s five of us, I figure we could take two cars. Fish, you good driving Will and Pope? I’ll take Connor.”

All the men nodded and got into their respective vehicles.

Benny didn’t say anything to Connor as they got into his car and buckled in. He reversed down the driveway and headed for the entrance of the neighborhood. 

As they reached a stop sign he looked over to Connor, “So…you like her?”

“Who?” Connor kept facing forward, but his eyes darted around. He wasn’t really used to talking about girls with anyone.

“That girl with the Rhodesian. You think she’s pretty right?”

“Uhh…”

“Dude, you practically froze,” he chuckled, glancing over to see the boy was clearly nervous. “Hey, it’s all good, man I get like that too. A pretty girl will have that effect on you no matter how old you are.”

“Really?”

“Ha yea. One time, I got so nervous to walk up to a girl at a bar that I tripped and fell flat on my face,” he laughed. “But it worked out for me, I still got her number," he smirked at the memory. "There’ve been times we’ve had to practically push Fish over to a girl to get her number, the guy gets so shy. Oh and don’t even get me started on Pope. You see the guy and he looks like he’s super suave and shit, but he's had his moments too. Don’t let him fool you,” he glanced over with a wink.

Connor let out a nervous laugh. “Ha, yeah…I like her…I’ve liked her for a while.”

“Then why don’t you ask her out? Do you have her number? Is that a thing you even do anymore or do you like message on social media or something?”

“Ha, yeah I have her number.”

“Ok, and?”

"Well, for starters, she's older than me. She's gonna be a senior this year."

"Ooo an older woman? Nice," he winked. "Nothing wrong with going out with someone older than you. Still doesn’t explain why you just can’t ask her out."

“I can’t, man. She…she…what if she says no.”

“Well, what if she says yes?” Benny glanced over. “Does she have a boyfriend or something?”

“No, at least I don’t think so…I think she and one of my teammates were talking last year.”

“But not anymore right?” Connor shook his head. “Ok, then!”

“I don’t know. She probably isn’t even into me, you should see my teammate. He looks like a younger version of Will…not that I'm calling him old or anything,” Connor chuckled.

As they reached the stoplight Benny assessed the boy in his passenger seat. He couldn’t really tell based on the baggy Orlando Magic T-shirt, but it looked like Connor was a bit on the skinny side. He could relate, he was a string bean when he was younger, so he could only imagine what Connor felt like comparing himself to other guys, especially if his teammate did in fact look like a younger version of his brother. 

“Do you lift?"

Connor nodded, "Yeah I try, don't really know what I'm doing though … clearly." He motioned to his bicep.

"Wanna…wanna start working out with me?

Connor looked over at him confused, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, like this summer, do you want to start working out with me? I was a personal trainer for a little while and I did some MMA fighting too for a bit, so I know my way around a gym,” he offered with a smile.

“Uh, y-yea that would be cool.” 

“Nice, well we’ll figure something out,” Benny continued as he turned into the Home Depot parking lot. “Welp looks like we’re here.”

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“Lulu, where are you?” Megan called as she walked into Lucille’s home. She knew the rest of the crew would be showing up any minute.

“In here,” Lucille called from the kitchen.

“I should have known,” Megan mumbled to herself as she made her way to the kitchen.

When she turned the corner, she saw Lucille arranging some muffins and pastelitos on a tray.

“We’re going to have so much food!”

“Well, don’t look in the fridge, then” Lucille smirked. “I made some things for lunch for the boys… papa rellenas and croquettes, and of course empanadas for Benny. I just need to fry it all up. Don’t say anything to David, he’ll want to take it all home!”

Right on cue, they heard the door open, knowing instantly it was David and Ty based on the noise.

“We’re here bitches! Let’s get this thirst fest started!” David shouted in a sing-song manner as he and his partner made their way into the kitchen. “We brought a few different juices - orange, pineapple, and your favorite Lulu, guava!” He said, kissing Lucille on the cheek as he set several containers on her counter.

“I also brought my binoculars,” Ty showed off a large pair of binoculars he used for birdwatching. 

“Eres demasiado.” Lucille shook her head as she wiped her hands on her apron and gave the man a kiss on the cheek.

Megan laughed, amused at the two characters who just walked in. 

David and Ty had been together for 10 years and moved into Torrey Hills a few years ago. At first, they were quiet and kept to themselves, unsure how the neighbors would feel about a gay couple living next door. Suburban Tampa was a bit different than Miami, where they previously called home.

They were excited but a bit nervous when Megan and Lucille invited them over for coffee for the first time. But the four of them quickly became thick as thieves, even Julio found the little posse’s antics hilarious. 

“Knock, knock!” Melissa was the next to arrive, with her elaborate fruit salad in tow. “I haven’t missed anything yet, right?”

“No, girl, they are still out at Home Depot,” Ty said as he poured her a mimosa. “Light on the juice, just how you like it,” he winked.

Olivia came frantically through the door a few moments later with an assortment of donuts. 

“Where’s Diana? I was hoping for some baby cuddles,” Lucille pouted, seeing Olivia sans her nine-month-old.

“She’s taking a nap. Chris is watching CJ and Max, leaving momma to have the morning to herself!” She smiled and greedily reached for the mimosa Ty made for her.

“Where the hell is Katie?” Megan asked, looking at her phone to see if Katie backed out.

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“Ugh, I should have asked for another tray,” Katie mumbled to herself as she parked her car. She walked over to her passenger side door and grabbed the tray of drinks along with a few bags of breakfast sandwiches and pastries. 

She decided to walk over to Lucille’s since it was only a few houses over. She had just reached the porch when she heard a couple of cars pull up.

Shit. I knew I should have gotten here earlier.

“Hey, Katie!” Benny called over to her from the car window he had rolled down.

“H-hi Benny!”

“What’re doing here? You all having a party while we work?” he chuckled as he got out of the car. 

She saw Connor and then turned to notice Will, Frankie, and Santiago getting out of a truck, all smiling and waving at her. Will, in particular, looked over at her curiously and she was thankful for her sunglasses so he couldn’t see that she was checking him out.

“Uh, yeah something like that. It’s been a while since we got together and uh…we…uh… wanted to keep an eye …things…like…Connor,” it was the best she could muster and she immediately regretted it.

“Keep an eye on me?” Connor asked confused.

“Oh, not in a bad sweetie, uh…” she was getting more flustered. “There’s some stuff I need help with around my house too so, uh, we figured we’d see how you do. Might need to hire your little crew here,” she smiled hoping she had recovered.

“So, like a trial run of our services, then?” Will smirked.

“Uh, y-yea, something like that. I should probably get inside. If David’s sandwich gets any colder he’s going to freak the fuck out. Shoot, sorry Connor,” she blushed, turning quickly and dashing up the steps.

Once she got inside, she slammed her back against the door, trying to catch her breath. 

“Katie?” Megan asked as she walked around the corner. “There you are! Wait…what happened?”

“Ugh, the line was long and I knew I was running late and was trying to get back here before they did, but I didn’t and shit, I was awkward as fuck in the driveway. And now they know that we’re all here,” she rambled.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you chug six espressos on the way over here? It’s all good. Besides, I wasn’t trying to hide the fact that we were over here, they’re going to be able to see us through the window silly,” she laughed.

Katie let out a breath, realizing she was spiraling. “You’re right. Sorry, Meg.” She smiled.

“C’mon let’s go before David calls dibs on the best seat.”

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“I can’t believe we are watching this … and for free!” David laughed. "This is better than that time we went to the Magic Mike show, right Melissa?"

Once the guys got all of the materials and tools settled in the backyard, they made pretty quick work of mending Lucille’s fence. They took out some of the panels that were rotting or damaged. Will and Frankie taught Connor how to cut the different pieces of wood, while Benny and Santiago sanded some pieces down.

However, the crew inside wasn’t paying attention to the progress of the repairs, instead, they were admiring the view.

“Ok, but like, I’ve never had a thing for forearms before but holy shit,” Melissa said as she reached for one of the guava and cheese pastelitos.

“Those are for the boys!” Lucille slapped her hand as Melissa rolled her eyes.

“Ok, so before today I thought I was more of a Benny guy, but Santiago, phew!” Ty fanned himself. “The shirt is basically like a second skin it is so drenched.” His eyes were pressed to the binoculars. 

“I think he has the cutest butt,” Melissa chimed in.

“A Benny guy? It’s like they’re a boy band and you’re picking your favorite member,” Megan threw her head back in laughter.

“I am fully on the Will train, but he’s all yours Katie!” Olivia smirked as Katie blushed.

“Well, we all know who I am a fan of!” David glanced over to the group. 

“You just have a curly hair with a hat kink, babe,” Ty teased.

“No! Well… okay, yeah I guess. But his hair baby, look at it. The way it just like peaks out from under his hat. Gimme,” he snatched the binoculars from Ty. 

They see Frankie remove his hat, running his fingers through his hair before returning the hat to the top of his head.

“Also the way his sweaty curls are sticking to the back of his neck? Ay yai yai yai! I just want to bite it.”

“He reminds me of my Julio when he was younger,” Lucille cut in, looking at Frankie fondly. “He was quite the stunner, you know.”

The group continued to look on as the guys moved on to start nailing some of the planks in place. Olivia snorted, laughing to herself, the mimosas starting to take their effect.

“What’s so funny?” David asked.

“I mean, I just … my mind is in the gutter, no thanks to you,” she pointed at him. “But, like with them using the nail gun, I can only think of dirty puns.”

“What, like how long it’s been since you've been nailed?” Ty smirked.

“She has three kids, Ty, I think we all know she fucks,” David chuckled.

“Ok, everyone, my son is literally using the nail gun right now, can we not?” Megan put her hands over her ears shaking her head.

“I just think it’s so sweet how they’re including Connor, it would have been so easy to have him do something small but he’s been involved in every step,” Lucille smiled warmly as she looked out of her kitchen window.

"Ugh, yes! They're getting sweatier now. I’ve never been more grateful for the Florida heat," David raised his hands in praise.

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“Ok, that should about do it, I think,” Will said as Connor put the last nail in. He pulled his shirt up, using it to wipe the sweat from his forehead. 

“Nice, this looks great. That was fun…Uh, thank you guys. I honestly don’t know if I could have done this on my own.” Connor said as he looked at the four men.

“Oh, I’m sure you would have figured it out, man. You picked things up really fast,” Frankie gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“Do you think our audience liked the view,” Santiago motioned over to Lucille’s back patio. 

“Well, you sure were flexing anytime you could Pope. Could you get a tighter shirt next time?” Benny joked as Pope slapped him on the chest.

“I can’t help but put on a show pendejo, especially when I have an audience,” he winked. “And don’t give me shit, your brother was doing it too. I saw you eyeing Katie, Ironhead.”

“See,” Benny said under his breath to Connor, raising his eyebrows.

“She’s…nice. And she needs help with her house. It’s not in as bad of shape as ours, but I can tell she has a few projects just from the outside alone. I can only imagine what’s going on inside.”

“Yea, you’d like to know what it’s like inside, wouldn’t y-, oww!” Santiago yelped as Will hit him upside the head and Frankie shook his head laughing.

“Dude, can you fucking cool it in front of the kid,” Will motioned over to Connor who was doubled over laughing along with Benny at the scene in front of them.

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“Oh shit, Will has a six-pack?!” Ty said from behind his binoculars. “Do you want a look, Katie?”

“I can see just fine from here,” Katie smirked. It was obvious that Will was a fit guy and she was grateful to get a little peak at what he was working with. Although she wasn’t usually attracted to blondes, there was something about Will that she was drawn to.

“It looks like they’re about done, so I’m going to go out there,” Lucille grabbed a tray and a basket with water bottles.

“We can all come!” David started to get up.

“Wait. Maybe just Lulu and I go out there first, we don’t need to overwhelm them with all of this…energy,” Megan chimed in.

“Ok, but we’re all coming out at some point,” Melissa laughed, eyes still focused outside taking in the scene.

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The glass sliding door opened and Lucille and Megan walked out with water and snacks in hand.

“This looks great, boys. You did amazing,” Lucille beamed, she loved seeing Connor so proud of himself.

“Connor did a great job, he’s a natural, Ms. Lucille!” Benny squeezed the boy's shoulder as he smiled at him. 

“Yeah, careful Megan, or we may need him to come over to our place to work on some stuff,” Will added.

“Oh, I’m sure that would be totally fine,” Megan smiled. 

“Who are all of your friends?” Santiago motioned toward the house with his chin.

“Ah, that’s our little crew. We get together every now and again, you’ll like them. We’ve become a little family,”

It was true, this specific group of neighbors had become pretty tight-knit, getting together for Super Bowl or Stanely Cup parties, celebrating birthdays, hosting barbecues and game nights, and just generally looking out for one another.

“We actually were thinking of having a pool party soon, you all in?” Megan asked.

“Hell yeah, we’d be down!” Benny smiled, excited to be included.

“Even us? I mean, we aren’t technically neighbors…” Frankie asked.

“Ay, por favor Francisco,” Lucille shook her head, lightly slapping Frankie’s arm.

“Of course! You two basically live here!” Megan chuckled.

“Is it settled, are we down for a pool party?” David yelled from the porch, waving at the group in Lucille’s backyard.

“That’s David,” Megan rolled her eyes, laughing and shaking her head. Turning back to the house she gave a thumbs up, signaling for the rest of the crew to join them.

***

Everyone shook hands with each other and started talking. Will managed to work his way over to where Katie was standing.

"The fence looks great!" Katie glanced over to Will and she surveyed their handiwork. "You just casually know how to fix fences?"

"Ha, well not entirely. I definitely had to call and get some pointers from my cousin, he's a lot handier than I am, but I can manage just fine," he smirked.

"Well, that's good to know," she felt her face getting red.

"So, you said you needed some help around your house? What projects d'you have?"

"Oh, there's a ton. Seriously, I need to get off of Pinterest because every time I open that damn app I add something new to my list," she chuckled.

"Ha yeah, I've heard it has that effect. My...uh…ex used to constantly be on that…" he trailed off as if he was reliving a memory.

"Was she into home repairs too?"

Shaking his head, "Ah no…wedding planning." He picked up the hem of his shirt again, wiping his forehead.

Seeing his stomach up close made Katie's eyes almost bug out of her head, but she tried to keep her cool.

"Ah yea, been there done that." 

***

“So, the party is at your place then?” Santiago asked Melissa, lingering a little bit longer with his handshake and eyeing her up and down.

“Uh, yeah, my fiancé and I just finished our pool, so it’s a great excuse to have people over,” she blushed, biting her lip and looking down. 

“Oh,” Santiago withdrew his hand. “N-nice, we’re…uh…looking forward to it.”

Melissa snapped out of it and cleared her throat. "Hey everyone, is tomorrow too soon of notice for the party? We can do it next Sunday if that's better?"

A cacophony of "No, tomorrow's great" and "Let's do it" rained down, which then turned into everyone chatting about what to bring. Once everything was settled the Neighborhood Watch crew went inside to clean things up as the boys and Connor collected all of their things.

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"Thanks again for letting me come and help you guys," Connor said after they got everything situated back in Will and Benny's garage. "I had fun."

“You did great, man! And seriously, if you want to help us with other stuff that's cool. Sounds like Katie may have some projects," Will said as he wiped his hands.

"Oh does she, now? Those projects in her bedroom or what?" Benny started to tease his brother, but Will punched him in the stomach. "Ow!"

"You made plans to see what she needs help with?" Santiago raised his eyebrows at Will who shook his head.

*Well, figure it out tomorrow at the pool party then," Frankie shrugged.

As Connor started to head back, Benny stopped him. "Hey, wait. Here gimme your number. I'm serious about what I said earlier. If you wanna get started working out, just let me know, but…don’t feel like you have to." He handed the boy his phone and Connor put his number in.

"Thanks. You aren't going to go all drill sergeant mode on me are you?"

"Ha, nah. I used to train all kinds of people, it's not a one-size-fits-all approach." Benny offered him a warm smile.

"Sweet. Ok, well I guess I'll see you all tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, sounds good. See ya bud!"

Next Chapter

A/N: I can't remember who made the comment that rather than a reader insert this is a group insert, but hopefully the Neighborhood Watch is fulfilling that role! We’re headed to Melissa’s house next for a pool party in the next chapter! 

I’ve loved the asks I’ve received about this universe! In case you missed it here are the two most recent ones:

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Vanity Plates: Going off the cars post, I received an ask about whether the boys would have vanity plates on their cars.

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Escort

Synopsis: Dean needs an escort to help him with his cover on a case (more of a case fic with flirting, no smut)

Pairing: I see it as Dean Winchester x reader but could be read as Dean Winchester x OC (no physical descriptions are given and she goes by what is clearly a fake name the whole time)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Words: 3k

This fulfils the Escort square of my 2023 SPN AU Bingo @spnaubingo

A/N: It's nice to write a really competent, confident female character!

Supernatural writing masterlist

“Dean,” Sam implored, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Sammy, I swear to God, you keep whining about the plans and I’m gonna stop telling you the plans.”

“She’s a distraction at best, and a liability at worst!”

Dean rounded on him, “Is your complaint because she sells her services?”

“What? No.”

“Really? Because you’ve sure made a lot of jokes over the years about women in her line of business.”

“Dean, stop it. I’m worried about her getting hurt, or getting you hurt.”

“It will be fine. For all she knows, I just needed a girl to make me look good to the other suits. She won’t even know I’m casing the joint while we mingle. Nothing will happen, you and I will go back later without the girl. Girl will just earn some easy cash looking pretty.”

Sam sighed. Dean took that as a win. He gave his brother one last look before grabbing his keys off the motel room table. “I’ll go find a girl.”

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Dean rolled down the window as he pulled up to a girl standing on the street corner. He was already in a tux. “Hey sweetheart,” he said as he rolled down the window. “You wanna have a Pretty Woman moment tonight?”

She looked like she was struggling to control the urge to roll her eyes. He liked her already.

“Hey handsome,” she said, leaning through the open car window. “What did you have in mind?”

“I need an escort for a big fancy party my work is throwing.”

“And you didn’t want to call a real escort service?”

“The others probably know all of them.” She laughed. “So I thought I’d branch out.” In reality, he didn’t want the arrangement written down anywhere.

“And let me guess, you want some services that aren’t available on their menu, too?”

“Nah, strictly escort tonight. Possibly the easiest money you’ll make, except for the need to smile your way through painful small talk about the best way to fold napkins.”

“And what would you have me wear?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“I got ya a dress. It’s in the back, we’ll go to the service station and you can get changed in the bathroom.”

“How long’s the party?”

“Few hours.”

“I charge $120/hr.”

“Fine.”

She opened the car door and slid inside. “Nice car,” she remarked as she ran her hands over the seat.

“My Baby’s the best,” Dean replied with a smirk, before speeding off.

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Dean pulled up to the line of cars waiting to go into the party. He turned to the woman beside him, now resplendent in a beautiful dress he’d gotten at the op shop earlier that afternoon.

“Uh, I uh, I forgot to ask. What should I call you?” he said, suddenly awkward.

She laughed. “You can call me… Hazel.”

“Alright, Hazel it is. Where’d we meet?”

“The street corner.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I had a flat and you helped me with it.”

“Ok. Recently?” He enjoyed letting her lead.

“Just the other day.”

“Sounds good.”

“So, what do I call you, handsome?”

“Drake,” Dean said, his hand on the car door handle as a valet came up to greet them. He headed around the car and opened her door, holding his hand out to help her out. He reached his arm around her waist and held her to him. “I’m new at the company,” he whispered, “So not many people know me.”

She shot him a quick, concerned glance before schooling her features back into a smile. Dean led her up the steps and into the party, flashing two tickets on his way past.

---

The party was going well. No one seemed to mind that they’d never seen him before in their lives, and Hazel fit in better than he could have imagined. He hadn’t expected that the girl he’d gotten off a street corner would be able to pull off the escort idea, but he’d been hoping she would take the attention away from him. That wasn’t happening now that she was actually good at it, but instead they seemed to be blending in. He’d take it.

He put his hand on the small of her back and leaned down to her ear, “I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” She smiled at him and he walked off. He glanced around the room, but he couldn’t see the artefact he was looking for.

He headed into another room, still surreptitiously checking out the walls and display cases. He headed for an empty corridor and pulled his phone out, quickly dialling Sam. “Yo, you got any idea where this thing might be? It’s not in the main hall.”

“Dean, you are the one who said that was exactly where it would be and we didn’t need any further investigation!”

“Yeah, well, I might be wrong. Zero amulets.”

“I dunno, keep scoping out the place. What’d you do with the girl?”

“Told her I was going to the bathroom, so I can’t take too long.”

“Yet another reason it was a bad idea to take her.”

“Shut it, bitch.” Dean hung up the phone, Sam was no use.

He quickly scoped out the room closest to him before deciding he needed to head back to his date.

---

She smiled as he approached. “You took a while,” she said.

“Couldn’t find it, and then there was a line of women. They take forever.”

“You try peeing in one of these dresses.”

“Nah, I’m good,” he said with a grin. She really was perfect, he’d like to have taken her out for real some time.

He glanced around, seeing the drinks table. “You want another-” he started to ask, before fading out. He saw it, the amulet. It was around the neck of the bloody hostess of the party. Not. Good.

“Yes?” Hazel asked, drawing his attention back to her.

“I- uh- sorry.”

“You see something you like?” she said with a smirk, following his line of sight to the beautiful woman with the amulet.

“Oh, no, just, you know, lost my train of thought.”

“Uh huh,” she replied, deadpan.

He looked back at her properly, “Tonight’s all about you, sweetheart.” He flashed her a smile, that usually worked.

“Let’s go talk to her, if you’re so enamoured,” she said, starting to walk towards the lady.

“No! No, wait!” he said, reaching for her hand to prevent her getting near the woman. He had a sneaking suspicion that being near the amulet would’ve been very bad for the hostess, given the descriptions he’d read about its powers. It hadn’t been entirely clear, but he had a feeling she might be being possessed by a powerful being. He didn’t want Hazel anywhere near her.

Hazel rolled her eyes and tugged her hand of his grip, heading towards the woman. “No, Hazel!” Dean said, which brought the attention of the hostess on him.

“HUNTERS!” she yelled, suddenly holding a fireball in her hand. Fuck, a witch. Hazel had paused in shock, so Dean grabbed her waist and pulled her behind him. Others were screaming and running. The witch threw the fireball, Dean dived out of the way and pulled Hazel along with him. He raced to hide behind the bar as she threw another one. The room was rapidly emptying of party-goers, running for their lives.

He reached into his pants and pulled out his gun. “Stay down,” he hissed at Hazel, who had just peeked over the bar. To his dismay, he saw her reach up under her dress and similarly pull out a gun. He groaned.

“NYPD, we can discuss your activities later,” she whispered to him.

“Of all the women on all the street corners, I got the secret cop.” She started looking like she was going to peek over the bar again and he pulled sharply on her arm to keep her down. “If those aren’t witch-killing bullets, you’ve got no chance.”

“Of all the thieves on all the street corners, I had to get the deranged one who thinks witches are real.”

“You see that fireball she threw at us? That ain’t normal, sweetheart.”

Speaking of fireballs, one took that moment to crash into the glass mirror above them, raining small pieces of glass all over them. Dean sheltered Hazel’s body with his own, then pulled out his phone.

“She’s a freaking witch, Sam!” he hissed into the phone after Sam had picked up. “We’re under attack.”

“Who is?”

“The woman who owns the amulet, she’s wearing it!”

There was a loud crack as the bar they were hiding behind took a frontal hit. It wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m on my way,” Sam said in the phone.

“That might be too late,” Dean replied, looking for an exit strategy. He couldn’t see one.

“There!” Hazel hissed, pointing at a door in the panelling of the back wall of the bar area. She crawled over to it, wrenching it open. “It’s a dumbwaiter.”

“Get in it,” Dean replied, “I’ll send you down.”

“No, we can both get in it. You’re not going to survive by yourself here.” To emphasise her point, more of the mirror exploded above her head. He was pretty sure the witch was just playing with them now.

He stood up, trying to get a good shot at the witch. She was surrounded by henchmen and impossible to fire at, but she threw another fireball at him.

“Ok,” he said, crossing quickly to her.

“You get in first,” Hazel ordered.

“No.”

“We’ll only fit if I’m on top of you, get in.”

He saw the determination on her face and surrendered. He awkwardly climbed in to the cramped space, then held out his hands to take her. She squished herself in on top of him, hitting a button on the side before closing the door. The cart began to drop.

Dean held his gun up, pointed at the door, as Hazel unlatched it. They were in the wine cellar, with no one around. The staff had probably run off at the sound of the gun fight upstairs. It was even harder to get out then it had been to get in, but they managed it.

Dean took a look around, looking for a door that might lead to the outside. “There,” Hazel whispered, pointing at a door to the left of them. He nodded and followed her, pulling his phone back out of his pocket.

“Sam?”

“Thank God,” Sam replied. He could hear the sound of a car, Sam must’ve jacked one. “What’s going on?”

“We’re in the cellar.”

“Ok, you’re going to need to get out and meet me so we can go back in and gank the witch.”

“I don’t think that’s going to work, Sam. They’re going to be looking for us.”

“What’s your plan?”

“I go back in, gank the witch. Sam, you get Hazel out.”

“Uh huh,” Hazel said, spinning back to him, “And how exactly are you going to do that alone?”

“Sweetheart, this ain’t my first rodeo.”

“As I might have mentioned earlier, mine either.”

“Can someone explain what is going on?” Sam yelled from the phone.

“Hazel’s a cop,” Dean replied, moving very close to her. “But no witch-killing bullets and this ain’t your normal perp, so you’re not coming with me.”

“You try to stop me going in there and it’s a crime,” she glared at him. “Obstruction of justice.”

“The justice you were looking for tonight was men who want to pick up sex workers, not witches who want to kill.”

“I’m multi-tasking.”

“The hell you are.”

“OI!” Sam yelled again. “Can you two stop squaring off for one minute to come up with a plan so you don’t both die?”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Right,” Sam continued. “How many witch-killing bullets you got left, Dean?”

“4.”

“Give me 2,” Hazel replied.

“That will halve our chances, sweetheart.”

“You keep being that arrogant and I’ll cuff you to the dumbwaiter.”

“Jesus Christ, can you both stop it?!” Sam complained.

“Ok. I give you two bullets, and then what?”

“I go in as bait,” Hazel responded, “and you hide. If the moment presents itself, you shoot.”

“You are not going in there as bait. I did not drag an innocent into this to get killed. I’ll be bait, you hide.”

She glared at him, but eventually nodded.

“And you’re taking 3 of the bullets.”

“That’s suicide.”

“It increases our chances of you ganking the witch.”

“I’m not a bad shot.”

“Me either.”

“Ok, I’m nearly there,” Sam said from the phone, seemingly forgotten in the standoff between Dean and Hazel. “I’ll try and get in and bring extra munition. I’m tall and I have long hair, please don’t shoot me.”

“Alright, see you soon Sammy.” Dean hung up the phone. He opened his gun and started to take out bullets, handing them to her.

“So,” Hazel said with a smirk, “Dean, is it? That’s what the guy on the phone called you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure Hazel isn’t your real name either. I’ll give you 5 minutes to get in a good position before I start the distraction.”

She nodded and started to jog away to the right. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.

---

Dean took a deep breath. He’d pulled out his other gun, filled with silver bullets that were going to be useless against a witch. But they might be good on henchmen, any bullet’s a good bullet if you’re human. And they’d make a distraction.

He put the normal gun in his left hand, saving his one shot with the witch-killing bullet for his dominant hand. He didn’t think he’d get a good shot, but he’d make it count if he did.

He estimated it had been about 5 minutes since Hazel had gone. Show time.

He crept up the stairs at the opposite end to where she’d gone. He could see henchmen scouring the other rooms, probably looking for him and Hazel. He took a moment to steel himself, then headed around the corner, back into the main room.

He started firing with his left-hand gun as soon as he entered the room, taking down random henchmen. Fairly quickly he was having to dive to the side, another fireball headed his way. He didn’t know where Hazel was, which he realised was a bit of a flaw in his plan. He didn’t know where to lead the witch.

Not that he was really in control of the situation. He was barely surviving as it was. He fired over his shoulder and ran for cover.

He was diving for new cover when he spotted Sam out the corner of his eye. He diverted the other direction, hoping he was still creating enough of a diversion.

Suddenly, the room exploded behind him. He span around, ducking his head under his arms to shield himself from debris.

“Witch is dead,” he head Sam yell, “Let’s go.”

“Gotta find the girl,” Dean yelled back, searching around. He could see Sam doing the same thing on the other side of the room, intermingled with the two of them firing at the few henchmen who hadn’t fled or died already. The explosion had been dramatic, Dean had no idea how Sam had caused it.

Dean finally found Hazel, trying to extricate herself from under some debris. He lifted the remnants of a table off her, holding his hand out to her to pull her up. She limped out so he wrapped his arm around her waist, helping her move faster. They quickly made it to Sam and got out of the building.

---

“I don’t know what the hell I just witnessed tonight but I have no idea how I’m going to explain this to my supervisors,” Hazel said when they were back at the Impala.

“If I were you, I’d leave out the witch throwing fireballs. Doesn’t go down well,” Dean replied.

“I suppose you want me to leave out that the serial killers Sam and Dean Winchester were here too.”

Dean shot her a glare. “We’re not serial killers, we hunt the supernatural.”

“And sometimes the supernatural like to impersonate us and give us a bad name,” Sam added. “We didn’t shoot those people in that footage from the bank vault, monsters with our faces did.”

“Any other day and I wouldn’t have believed you, but tonight I’m a little more inclined. One question though – you always pick up random women to bring into harm's way?”

“Uh, not normally, no,” Dean said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I genuinely thought we were just going to be looking for the amulet tonight, and I just wanted someone to try and take some of the attention off me. Sorry.”

She laughed, “Wow, you don’t seem like a man who apologises easily.”

Sam, behind Dean, was laughing and shaking his head.

“So, what are you going to do?” Dean asked her.

“I have to call this in.”

Dean nodded, grimacing slightly.

“But that doesn’t mean I have to mention you,” she continued.

Dean smiled. Sam said, “Thank you.”

“When did you know?” Dean asked. “Who we were, I mean.”

“You looked a little familiar to me when I got in the car, but I thought you’d just been in the photo list of known sex worker users I’d looked at. Wasn’t until I learnt your names were Sam and Dean and you were handing me special bullets that I remembered.”

Dean nodded.

“Alright, you two better hit the road before anyone gets here. They probably already noticed the explosion.”

“Do I get to know your real name?” Dean said with one of his charming smiles. She gave a smirk and pulled a folded business card from out of a hidden compartment in her gun. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

She reached over and kissed his cheek, “Thanks for saving my life.”

“Anytime,” Dean replied, opening the driver’s door and jumping in. Sam jumped in the other side and they sped off, into the night.

“So how’d you make an explosion? Or did she just explode when you shot her?” Dean asked Sam.

“Witch-killing grenade, been working on it as a prototype. Same idea as the bullets.”

“Niiiiiiice.”

Dean twirled the business card in his fingers. Would've liked to get to know that girl some more.

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[mochie85]

Man of The Month part 3: February & March

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Summary: You continue to work on the calendar and corral the expectations of the 'models' you would be shooting. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Fluff

You woke up later than usual. The sun greeted you through the slip of your curtains, and you languidly lay in bed, stretching with a worried gaze on your face.

You couldn’t help but fuss when you’re thinking of this game you found yourself a player in. You could just imagine Tony setting everything up like a deranged gamemaster. Placing all the pieces where they needed to be, and letting them play their positions. Laughing maniacally as we all make a fool of ourselves in front of one another. No one more than you.

You wondered who would show their hand. There were only twelve of them. And if what Tony said about Clint, Rhodey, and Bruce were true, then that left eight other men vying for your attention.

That couldn’t be right.  

You hung out with these guys. Fought with them. Ate and laughed with them. You’ve never gotten that feeling of attraction from anyone of them. Especially Loki. He was always so cavalier and posh that he’d never bat an eyelash in your direction.  

You took your time dressing and getting ready knowing full well that you weren’t needed to do anything but work on this promiscuous publication.

You grabbed a banana in the kitchen and filled your favorite travel mug with rich coffee. Walking down the stairs, you sipped on your coffee enjoying the warm glow surrounding you in a halo of comfort. Your thoughts cycling through the remaining eight men who supposedly wanted to keep you company.

That bubble shattered with loud murmurs of eleven men surrounding the front entrance to your studio.

“What the hell is going on?” You yelled over all of them. You stopped just before you reached the bottom step. Your heightened position making everyone look up at you.

“What does ‘Heckers and Salutations’ mean?” Thor asked tilting his head as he read your mug.

“Hell and Hello.” You answered giving him a narrow look. “What are you all doing here?” You asked looking into each of their eyes.

“Morning babes, some of us wanted to see if we could do our shoots with you today.” Bucky offered with a smile on his face. Loki took an intake of breath to try and stifle the growl that came out when he heard Barnes call you, babes.

“Oh. I thought we all agreed to go in order by month. At least that’s what I thought,” you said to yourself.

“See!” Sam yelled. “Y’all thought you could jump the line?! Now get yo’ asses back upstairs!” he laughed and pointed, trying to usher disappointed soldiers and gods alike.

“I just wanna get this over with,” Rhodey said scratching his head.

“Ya, me too.” Bruce concurred.

“Ok, but we really do need a set schedule, Scopes. What if we go on a mission or something?” Strange asked.

“Good point as always, Doc.” You smiled in his direction making him beam. Oh, Stephen too? How had I not noticed before? “Um…” you sounded, lost in thought.

Loki felt uncomfortable watching your interactions. Jealous of the fact that the vain doctor could make you lose your words with a simple smile. Is Strange the one that you fancy? Is he the one you think of at night, holding you in bed the way I think of you?

Loki only accompanied these buffoons to make sure no one got the upper hand on him. If someone were to extend their time with you, it would be no one but himself.

He couldn’t stand it any longer. He needed to get away from it. He strode past you on the steps and growled in his frustration, “Just ask for me when you want me.”

His irritation was palpable. You could feel it sink into your heart causing you to step back. Of all the smiles you received this morning, you wanted Loki’s the most.

Thor saw your eyes soften, for a fraction of a second then return to the task at hand. His answering smile at your little altercation goading him to continue with his matchmaking plan.

“Okay. I can handle one, maybe two, a day – with all the shots and editing. Since I shot Tony yesterday, I’ll go in order and have February today and March on standby. That’s you, Agent Barton, and Rhodey.” You announced to the eager eyes watching you. “I’ll shoot April tomorrow.” You said smiling at Shaun as he crossed his arms and smiled back. “And I’ll give everyone else a heads up the day before when they’ll be shooting so you guys can prepare. How’s that?”

“Sounds fair,” Steve said smiling. “I look forward to my shoot.” As Steve sauntered back up the stairs, he smiled that glittering smile that’ll make anyone weak in the knees. Everyone started marching up behind the captain, leaving you to continue your day.

“I told them you were going to go in order, Tweets,” Sam said.

“Ya, ya. I bet you loved this chaos, don’t you? You’re just as bad as Laufeyson sometimes.” You joked at him.

“Hey, it gets so boring here when we’re not on a mission. I need something to do.”

“So whatever I’m comfortable with?” Clint asked with his eyebrows raised.

“That’s right Agent Barton.” You reassured him.

“Y/N, we’ve been working together for years now. I think you can just call me Clint.”

“OK, Agent…Clint.”

“God, you’re worse than Kate.” He mumbled under his breath. You chuckled.

You’d never hung out with Clint alone before. It was always a group outing. Whenever you were out in the field, you addressed each other by your alter egos. Besides death and taxes, trust that one of these evil whack jobs will find information about your personal life and make it a living hell. So ‘Hawkeye’ and ‘Scopes’ it was out on the field.

“This is a weird enough situation, Clint. I didn’t know how to address you. We’d never really hung out before and now I’m about to shoot ‘tasteful nudes’ of you.” You declared as you set up your angles.

“No! Not nudes. My wife would kill me.” Clint said taking off his jacket. “Plus, I don’t want my kids to die of embarrassment that their dad posed naked in the Avengers Calendar.” You both laughed.

“Like I said, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Clint looked around your setup. There were different backdrops set in one corner of the massive studio. A makeshift kitchen and workout area, as well as a bed. Clint did not want to know what ideas you might have for the other men.

He found a guitar and sat by the wall. He strummed it a few times waiting for you to finish whatever you needed to prep.

Unbeknownst to him, you had already finished prepping and were just waiting for him to feel comfortable. You took a few candids of Clint playing the guitar. When he finally realized what you were doing, he blushed and stopped.

“Awe. Come on, Clint. I was just getting the good stuff.” You proceeded to take a few more shots. He started feeling uncomfortable, knowing that the camera was on him. His body became stiff and his movements became jerky and robotic.

“Ok, how ‘bout this? Go ahead and play the guitar one more time. And I’ll try to be discreet about it. Pretend like I’m not even here. Okay?” you tried to calm Clint.

“Ya, sure. Okay.” Clint instantly felt relief once he picked up the guitar again. Maybe it was having the familiar feeling of plucking a string. Or just having something occupy his hands in general.

“Man, I’m glad Tony didn’t greenlight that reality show project. I would hate for cameras to follow me around everywhere.”

“Seriously.” You agreed. “Those things are mostly scripted anyway. You never get the ‘reality’ of it.”

“Living here would be more like Survivor than The Real World.” He joked.

“It’s starting to feel more like The Bachelorette, to tell you the truth.”

“Who’d you give your rose to, Scopes?” he probed, getting more comfortable with the topic at hand.

“Spoilers, Clint. Spoilers.” You deflected.

The two of you started talking about your favorite TV shows, putting Clint at ease. You both found a common love for suspense and comedy.

You took a few more shots of him sitting down and some standing up before you said, “Okay finished. I think I got enough. Do you wanna see?”

You led him to your workstation and plugged in your camera. The page was filled with close-ups and body shots in a matter of seconds.

“Do you have a particular favorite?” you asked him, scrolling down. He picked a couple of shots where he was leaning by the wall. His muscular arms showing off his tattoo. “I like that one too,” you said to him.

“Hey, these are great, Scopes. If you ever quit the hero business, you should definitely consider doing this full-time.”

“Thanks, Clint. That means a lot actually.”

“Hey…uh, can you send me some of these. You know, for Laura.” He asked lowering his voice.

“Sure,” you smiled as you made a copy of all the pictures on a memory card and handed it to him.

“Thanks, Scopes,” he said mussing your hair.

“Anytime, Clint,” you laughed. “Do you think you could send Rhodey down for his shoot?”

“Sure thing.”

Rhodey was sitting on the sofa in the common room awaiting his turn with you. You had told him to be on standby and he hated waiting, not knowing when he would get called down. Clint could take up the whole day, he thought. He had a very important off-world call coming up soon and he didn’t want to miss it.

It was always like this with Tony. His whims were always met. No matter what other people had to sacrifice. And for Rhodey, that would mean sacrificing his only time to get to see his Captain. Clint interrupted his thoughts by walking up the stairs to the team hollering and whooping.

“Ya, ya. Shut your traps.” Clint said to everyone around him.

“So, tell us everything. Did you take off your shirt?” Nat asked.

“Did you go full frontal?” Wanda snickered.

“Did you un-quiver your special arrow?” Tony added in on the fun. Loki sat quietly observing the interrogation. It made him ponder what he would do when his opportunity came up. In truth, he had no qualms about being bare and exposed. Asgard’s societal norms when it came to sexuality and nudity weren’t as repressed as it is here in Midgard.

“No. No. And definitely NO. Laura would kill me.” Clint said pointing to each of them in turn. “It’s your turn, Rhodes. She asked me to send you down when you were ready.” Clint said to Rhodey.

“Finally” Rhodey muttered under his breath. He quickly took off his shirt, exposing his taut muscles underneath. Aside from the two Asgardians and Tony, the team took a collective gasp. Shock ran through them. Not that they were surprised by his peak physical fitness. But by his cavalier attitude of just disrobing in front of the team and committing to the scheme at hand.

“I better not miss this call, Stank. You know we don’t get to talk very often.” Rhodey said annoyed. As if he conjured it from midair, he procured a Stetson that was placed on the sofa next to him and posited it on his head.

A catcall whistle came out from Natasha and asked, “Did anyone know that that’s what the colonel looked like underneath?” she giggled as they all watched Rhodey descend the stairs into your studio.

“I did!” Tony said. “Go get’em, tiger!” He yelled to Rhodey and he answered back by giving him the middle finger.

“Since when did he have a tattoo?” Clint wondered.

“Where did he get the hat?” Thor asked amused.

“Well, gentlemen. The stakes have been raised.” Tony announced to everyone in the room.

Rhodey came in with a flurry, ready to start. And ready to finish. “Hey, Colonel– daamn Rhodes…” You stopped midway through your greeting shocked to find Rhodey in position and set with an impressive Stetson on his head.

“Scopes.” He nodded in greeting. “Look, I’ve had to deal with Tony’s cockamamie schemes for over thirty years. I’ve learned to just be ready to do anything. So that I can continue with the rest of my life. So, with all due respect, just take the dang pictures.”

“Yes, Colonel.”

“Call me Rhodey!” he commanded as he got into different modeling positions. You must’ve taken a dozen more pictures compared to Clint. Unlike Barton, Rhodey was comfortable in front of the camera, making it easier for you to get certain shots you wanted to try.

“Ok, I think I have enough to start with. Would you like to see?” you asked leading him to your computer. “If you don’t like any of the shots, we can try again. With different backdrops perhaps?” you placated.

Rhodey’s phone rang in his back pocket. He quickly took it out to see that it was Danvers.

“I gotta get this call. I like this one.” He said pointing to a picture with his finger suggestively in his mouth. “Run it! Print it! I gotta go.” And with that Rhodey left you pondering what hidden sexual prowess you had just witnessed.

“Ok. See ya later Rhodey,” you yelled out. He waved at you without looking back toward you, eager to get somewhere private. “Say hi to Carol for me!”

Loki watched the Colonel leave your studio, passing by him as he spoke with his beloved. A fantasy forming in his mind of how he wanted his shoot to go with you.

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[lost-walmartbag]

First impressions pt 2

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Warning: Swearing

Background: You finally meet Eric's mom

Status: ongoing

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Potato salad

"Y/N, calm down. It's ok. You don't have to stress so much." Eric said, reaching for your shoulder as you frantically ran around the kitchen.

"No! I'm meeting your mom. This has to be perfect!" You said as you looked around the kitchen cabinets.

Eric drew his hand back and stared at you. "I just- You don't have to be so nervous. My mom isn't some fancy queen of some European country neither of us can pronounce. She's just a normal person."

"Eric! Please. I don't care if you think she's normal. She's your mom. She birthed you. Raised you. I want to be on her good side." You said pulling a large glass tupperware dish from the fridge.

"Is that.." Eric started as he stared at the dish.

"Potato salad. My great grandma's recipe. I need to make an impression." You said looking up at him. "Why? Oh my god is your mom allergic to potatoes?"

"What? No." He said taking a deep breath as he thought about his next words. "Look. Y/N I love that you care so much. Really I do. But my mom is going to love you. I promise."

Eric's words made you calm down a bit. Eric smiled softly when he saw you finally take a breath, but he couldn't ignore the fact that he knew he was lying to you.

"Ok. Ok. I'll calm down. I'm gonna go get dressed, and we can head out." You said putting the Tupperware in an ice chest.

"I'll get everything in the car. Just take your time." He said, kissing your forehead and cracking a small smile. "Now go get dressed, beautiful."

As you made your way out, he gave a quick slap to your ass that was way too hard. You yelp and shoot him a glare, which he just looked away from to hide his smirk.

"Sadist." You mutter before leaving the room to get dressed.

Eric chuckled and let out a sigh. "You have no idea."

-♡-

The drive to South Park was long. Emphasis on long. It took a few hours of just driving. It was nice at first, but after a while, Eric got irritated. It was mostly from hunger. You had packed a few things but not enough to replace a whole meal.

"I'm sorry I didn't pack more." You said with a small frown.

"No no no. I should have packed something. I knew this drive was gonna be long. I'm not mad at you I just wish...I should have packed that was my bad."

"Still I'm sorry I've just been so all over the place but I should have packed food for us. I'm so stupid." You said bringing the heel of your palms to your eyes.

"Hey. None of that." He said putting his hand on your head as he focused on the road.

You put your hands down and looked at him. He smiled without facing you, but his hand moved down under your chin making you laugh softly.

"There she is. Now give me an apple. I can at least survive off that for a few more hours."

"Why don't we stop at a gas station?"

"Ya know. I um. I didn't think of that."

-♡-

After a few more hours you eventually made it to South Park and holy fuck was it snowy. You looked out the window and looked around. Not that there was much to look at.

"It's pretty."

"It's lame and small."

"A little but it's where you grew up so it can't be that bad."

"You have no idea how wrong you are." He muttered under his breath.

He drove up to a decently sized green house. The color was admittedly not very pretty but you didn't want to say that. As Eric parked in the driveway he stayed seated and let out a shaky breath.

"Hey, you ok? I kinda should be the only one nervous here." You said with a small laugh which Eric cracked a smile at but he still seemed...scared?

"I know I just...being here again. It's...fuck Y/N I don't wanna take you in there." He said looking over at you and putting his hand on your thigh.

You put your hand over his and looked into his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"There's something I didn't tell you. I'm so fucking scared to but Y/N I-"

"Eric is that you?" A woman called out from the front door.

You couldn't really see her from where you were but you could see Eric physically cringe the minute he heard her voice.

"Fuck.." He muttered before pulling away and opening his car door. You did the same and stepped out.

The woman ran over and hugged Eric. She practically jumped in his arms, but Eric stayed stiff.

"H-hey mom." He said in a shaky voice that she didn't seem to notice.

You walked over to his side and looked at them with a nervous smile. Ok Y/N this is your chance time to make a good impression.

You put out your hand and put on your warmest smile. "H-Hi I'm-"

"Who are you?" She said switching from her once sweet motherly voice to one of pure ice.

She was glaring at you with a frown and you just knew it was gonna be a long night.

Fuck how did you already fuck up?

A/N: BOOM! Double upload on your forehead! I have so many plans for this series so I'm very happy I get to post a new chapter of this. Hope you guys like this and stay with me for this story. Thank ya'll for reading I love love love you 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[viburnt]

Mammon|| Burnt cookie

Type: Reading bites

Genre: Fluff with slight angst

Characters involved: Mammon (Obey Me!)

Prompt: "Cookies for my love"/Mammon feels left out

When Mammon came to you with a baking magazine in his hands, you thought for a split of second he was up to something sketchy again. After all, his antics always started that way: “Oi, human! Teach me this or that.” Then? Grounded for a month for scamming people around him.

You sighed, giving the mag a brief look: Butter cookies, heart shaped, with a red velvet cover.

Raising your eyebrow confused, the question raised.

—Why do you want to bake cookies?—

Mammon looked away, trying to avoid your wondering gaze as much as he could.

—Just help me, dammit! I'll treat you to Madam Devian's if you do.— The demon stammered with certain embarrassment. Seeing how worked up he was over the topic, you huffed but agreed.

—Fine, but if I have to go through one of Lucifer's scolding monologues again, I'm breaking those sunglasses of yours with my hands.— He heard you grunt.

After a quick run to the store for ingredients, you settled on the kitchen counter to teach your demon.

It was a smooth process, you had to admit, impressed by Mammon's foreign good behavior. He was taking notes, watching with care your every step and not trying to tamper the recipe.

Putting the dough to bake, you eyed the concentrated man by your side.

— Who are you? What did you do to my Mammon?— You teased. His hand scratched the back of his head, confused.

—Whatdaya mean? It's me! Have you ever met a demon as dashing as me? Cuz there are no impostors on my watch!— He pouted, earning a laugh from you.

—I mean, cookies, your best behavior, and you're telling me this is not for scam purposes? What's the ruse?— The avatar of greed heard you inquire. He just clicked his tongue and frowned.

—Oi, get off my dick! It's a secret.— He answered with a sly smirk. —Besides, if I tell you, you'll tell the others and I won't be hearing the end of it.

With a snort, you shook your head. Mammon had always been stubborn when it came to secrets.

—Fine, fine. I need to go pee anyway, keep an eye on the oven while I go.— You said, walking off.

Weeks later, the House of Lamentation was plagued by all sorts of cookies: burnt, uncooked, salty, hard, weird looking…

Mammon went through the whole process of trial and error for days, wanting to bake - at least- one decent treat.

—You've been going on for days, Mammon. Are you ok? Is this some sort of demon midlife crisis?— You joked as the white-haired man sat defeated on the kitchen floor. The look he gave you made you shut your mouth quickly. —Hey… what's wrong?

Mammon huffed, rubbing his eyes.

—I just wanted to do something nice for you, is that what ya wanted to hear?— He grunted in discouragement. —Lucifer always plays his piano for you, Asmo gets you fancy presents. Hell, even Belphie gifted you a knife! I just…—

Hearing him like that almost brought tears to your eyes. He had tried so hard to keep up with his siblings that he felt the need to give you a gift. You hugged the demon with no hesitation.

—Mammon, you dummy. I love you so much.— You muttered, cupping his cheeks. — No gift or token would change that, you're still my first…

The demon grew flustered with every word you said.

—But the cookies…— He whined. You took one of the burnt cookies from the tray and dug in: it was gross and bitter, but it tasted just like love should.

—The best I've ever tasted.

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Club Lights And Sex On The Beach (PARTS 2 & 3)

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: none pretty much! just fluffy post-hookup stuff, and plot-building stuff too.

Summary: You wake up in Josh's apartment, who could interrupt? And who even is the man you just hooked up with?

Authors Note: Please read part 1 if you haven't! this is also part 2 and 3 because they are so short. enjoy!

and again you may read on AO3 here.

Part 2

You wake up in his bed, a piercing headache from the night before rocking in your skull. You turn over to see his back facing you, graced by the gentle morning sun. You stretch as you sit up in bed, quickly realizing that you’re still very much naked. Memories of the previous night swirl in your head a bit more vividly now, realization setting in as you look around the room. Who did you sleep with? After all, you did go back to his fancy-ass apartment building. The art on his walls looks expensive, and assuming by the architecture of his room, it looks to have a rent upwards of a couple thousand a month. You hear him stirring in bed, looking back over at him you see him turn towards you, eyes still closed. You gently lay back down, turning your body to face his, a bit of self-indulgence never hurt anybody, right? The morning sleepiness still clinging to you helps put an end to your staring. You gently close your eyes briefly as you enjoy the comfort of what’s frankly the best one-night stand you’ve ever had. With all the bands you’ve gotten drunk with over the years from your brief time as an assistant, this had got to be the most fulfilling. Josh is a gorgeous man, probably the most handsome man you have ever seen. His beauty could kill anyone he wished, yet his kindness would prevent him from doing so, you barely know this man, by my god, did you already feel yourself falling. It’s slight, but it’s present. 

You open your eyes again to the sound of Josh’s tired yawn penetrating the room. “Good morning, mama,” he says with a stretch, the nickname makes your fear of falling worsen. “Good morning,” you say, taking the opportunity to stretch yourself out and sit up in bed. “Do you care for breakfast?” he asks, snaking a hand around your waist in bed, giving you a chaste kiss. You look back at him, giving a sweet but simple reply of “I’d love that.” as you thank him with a kiss. You smile as he gets out of bed, going to his dresser and pulling out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt with the words “saint vocal” followed by some random text you didn’t bother to read. What if he’s a singer? you think briefly. No, he couldn’t be what are the chances? You put on his kind offerings as you watch him get dressed alongside you, only in boxers and grey sweatpants. My god, he isn’t helping with this “casual hookup” ordeal, isn't he? 

You stand in front of him, walking up to him and hugging him. He grasps your waist, kissing you once more with a smile you can feel. You hear a door slam, breaking you from your enjoyable kiss. You look back at Josh to see the panic in his eyes. “Josh! Where are you dude you should be up by now!” 

“Shit,” he whispers to you, quickly ushering you to the closet. “I’m so sorry, it’s my brother just hide here for a second ok?” He pushes you back into the closet profusely apologizing with only his eyes alone. You look around the walk-in closet around you now. Damn, he is rich, isn’t he? You sit down on the small ottoman next to you, waiting out whatever is going on. You can’t help but overhear their conversation as Josh and one of his brothers enter his bedroom. 

“Josh, my brother, I swear to god you went home with a girl last night.” 

“Jake, I swear to god I didn’t. And if I did I would tell you.” 

“No, you wouldn’t.” 

“Yes, I would.” 

“Bullshit.” 

You hear footsteps walk towards the closet door. Fuck. You quickly make an attempt at hiding throwing yourself among the shirts and suits hung up. Praying that Jake doesn’t open the door, you wait. 

“Huh, ya know if there’s a girl in here I thought you’d try stopping from opening the closet.”

“I would because there isn’t a girl in there.”

“Yeah right, you’re such a horrible liar.”

The closet door opens. You hold your breath as you pray he doesn’t notice your feet sticking out among the carpet. You listen intently as a couple of moments pass. 

“Fine, I was wrong. I guess you weren’t whoring yourself out last night.”

“Thank you.” 

You feel a wave of relief wash over you, now just waiting for Jake to leave the closet. You hear footsteps walk around, to what you assume is towards Josh’s bedroom. 

And then the clothes are pulled apart and you’re face to face with him. 

“Good morning, darling.”

Shit.

Part 3

You look over to Josh who has his head in his hands, embarrassed beyond belief. “I’m so sorry,” he says with some sort of apologetic life. Jake turns to his brother and then back to you, holding out a hand. “Nice to see you again.” you sigh and take his hand in yours, “Nice to see you too Jake.” He laughs as he lets go, waltzing his way over to Josh, and giving him a pat on the shoulder. “You can never lie to me I hope you know that.” Josh looks up at him with animosity “Fuck off.”

You walk over to Josh as Jake decides to make himself at home and leaves the room. You take his head in your hands, locking eyes with his. “Hi.” he laughs and takes your hands in his. “I’m sorry about that, I don’t even know why he’s here.” you watch his eyes closely, pupils blown wide. “It’s perfectly ok, don’t stress it.” you slide your hands from his cheeks down to his collarbone. You watch his face relax as he grabs your hands and holds them in his. “Thank you-” “Josh, where the fuck our your eggs! I’m making your new fuck-buddy breakfast since you don’t want to.” You watch his face morph into irritation again, taking your hand in his and leading you to his kitchen. “One, they’re on the top shelf very right. Two, she is a guest and we will treat her with respect. And three, I was already making going to do that before you barged in asshat.” You laugh at their never-ending fighting, prime entertainment at its finest. Josh pulls out a seat for you at the island, motioning for you to sit. Taking a seat on the stool, you watch as the twins make you breakfast. Not exactly what you thought would be happening after a one-night stand but it's still a good outcome nonetheless.

You watch in love and lust-struck awe as you watch the twins not only manage to make you scrambled eggs with toast while also making up for their argument and becoming best friends before your eyes. Jake and Josh place the plate before you, both of them side by side giving you a warm smile. “Thank you very much,” you say. “Of course, who would we be if not the best post-hookup hosts?” you laugh at them while eating your eggs, nicely made, dare you say some of the best you’ve had in a while. Josh sits down next to you with his plate eating beside you in peaceful silence as Jake uses the bathroom. Josh turns to you, waiting for your attention. You turn back to him beckoning his response. “Ya know, I liked last night, like a lot.” you feel your cheeks warm. “I did too, like a lot.” you both let out small awkward laughs filling the silence. “I was wondering if maybe you would like to go on a date sometime, maybe next week?” Oh god, did this turn out in your favor? It sure as hell seems like it. “I would love to, Josh.”  you watch as his slight smile turns wide and bright, reminding you of the sun. You both manage to exchange numbers and set a date before Jake comes back. 

“Well, well, well, how’s your breakfast?” Jake asks as he walks back into the room, resting on his forearms on the island across from the two of you. “Great actually, thank you so much,” you respond. “My pleasure. Now, I think I might as well break the bad news to you, Josh.” you feel your heartbeat quicken just a bit, looking over to Josh to see him pause his chewing, looking back at his brother. 

“Oh god, what?”

“Our assistant quit.”

Oh shit. 

“What! Why? What the fuck?” Josh exclaims. “I mean right before the tour?”

Tour? Oh god, maybe he is a singer…

“I know! I mean like seriously we needed her, now we gotta find someone else.”

Would now be the time to mention that you’re in between jobs as an assistant now? No, you don’t want to make it awkward…

“I work as an assistant,” you say. Not meaning to say that out loud, your eyes go wide, panic filling your mind space slightly. “Wait actually?” Josh says, almost jumping out of his seat. “Yeah, I’m kinda looking for another job as an assistant right now…” you trail off awkwardly. You look back to both the twins, “But one question…” you state. “Yes?” Jake asks.

“Who even are you guys?”

[utilitycaster]

ok we are 10 minutes into kollok and i am straight up not having a good time but I am going to commit to this hour of watching. to keep myself from losing it i'm going to do some very irritating stream of consciousness on this post and post it at the end, nonrebloggably so as to not yuck any yums (though feel free to go wild in the replies). also I need to point out: I don't have misophonia. I have openly and repeatedly said I think the Sam Riegel ASMR ad is not just inoffensive, but actively very funny and enjoyable. The sounds on this show are setting my teeth on edge. I hate it. also for the intro the immersion is genuinely WORSE than say, CR or D20 because everyone's just reading prologues that they've written.

speaking of we're done with the prologues to the prologue and into the prologue, as demonstrated by the title screen and horrible noises.

I call this filter the "yeah I've got mild astigmatism and have taken mushrooms before, you're not special"

hmmm we're stuck in this fuckery for a while and i'm suffering so anyway folks i've made it so polygon will think CR is good:

the music is pretty good I will give them that. also this is literally not special though. like Zac just was like uhhhhhh math as any GM would say, he just was weirdly aiming for suaveness instead of like. normal.

All the profanity on this show sounds like a mormon or a ten year old who just learned the word "fuck" and is trying it out. as a woman who swears constantly i'm like what is HAPPENING. also this blonde woman who isn't on the show in the present day is rolling so hilariously badly. is this why she's not on. girl get out.

back to the present day; this actually is a really good industrial music video ruined by some actual play in the background

"zac, I'm going to command attention please"

"who's zac"

"sorry, driver" ah yes yes this is SOOOOOOO much more immersive i'm totally not making the jerk-off motion

i love u danielle radford you deserve better. although the actual RP now that we're in it is like, fine.

really i think a really significant problem is that this is the most 2014 YA-dystopia plot that ever plotted except as a core part of the premise, everyone is 30. I feel, honestly, that this is the other big issue in actual play that people at polygon obsess over that leaves me ice cold, (also? lots of fandom cold takes), but like...I was a HUGE sf nerd pretty much from childhood, and I think a lot of people came to actual play for a number of reasons not tied to the genres in which it typically exists (fantasy, science fiction, horror). This is fine but it means you get people who act like VERY standard genre conventions are either the most brilliant and original creation on earth, or utterly baffling. Anyway my point is that this is giving Divergent by Veronica Roth but it THINKS it's somewhere between Twin Peaks by David Lynch and the adaptation of the Handmaid's Tale and it's like no babe. you're Divergent by Veronica Roth. stop fronting like you're Twin Peaks. You're Divergent. By Veronica Roth. Which I read while stranded at LaGuardia over a decade ago.

lighting effects are fine honestly. reminds me of the Doja Cat 2020 MTV EMA version of Say So. Wish I were just rewatching that. rotating rock i love you. you are the best thing here other than danielle radford. I feel like I'm in a really fancy Spencer's Gifts. by the way I know i'm being pretty bitchy and incoherent here BUT I'm sober; let's hear it for Stupidly Bougie Soda and Nonalcoholic Spirits.

I'm also eating bean dip with a spoon. in my defense I made REALLY good bean dip and I don't have chips.

I just. other than the digital filter in the flashback I genuinely don't see how this is different than D20 except lacking in any charms and OH GOD THAT'S TIME.

but I want to add that like...the thing is Danielle (C-dubbs) was doing some wacky funny stuff and it felt like it was being shut down and to be fair I get wanting to stick WITHIN the genre but this whole thing feels joyless, and not like "oh, survival horror is so grimdark and sad", I am a tragedy enjoyer, but like. it feels...mandated.

Also this is weird and picky but for all of Those High Production Values (repeated direct quote from the Polygon article) they do a weirdly bad job of filming the die rolls? Like, they cut to the dice trays at the wrong time?

Finally, and this is just a pot shot at Polygon but they should stop making it so easy, but the article was like "I watched the 4-ish hour first episode and I didn't have a clue what was going on but it had Those High Production Values" and it's like...I was demonstrably fucking around on tumblr and in GIMP while watching and I have a pretty solid idea of what was going on. Maybe it goes nuts in the remaining 2.5 hours that I may chip away at to be able say I watched a full episode and decided it "wasn't for me" *smiles like I'm a waitress on Hell's Kitchen and Gordon Ramsey just asked me a question* but I think you might be dumb.

CONCLUSION: just watch the Doja Cat 2020 MTV EMA version of Say So, read Divergent (by Veronica Roth) (you don't have to be at LaGuardia) and like, check out Mentopolis or Misfits and Magic if you want to see Danielle Radford in a Kids on Bikes game that is good.

[degeneratehourss]

Lumine's Harem (If Aether allows it) -16. The Kamisato's

It's finally here! The new chapter of my series is up on my Patreon (Link in my bio)! I took some time but I think it's worth it considering it is 60 pages long and over 25K words. I worked super hard on it so if you'd like to read this early access chapter and support me, please check it out!

This chapter contains: Incest (Aelumi and Kamisatocest), Foursome, some girl on girl action, breeding kink, anal, spanking and butt plugs.

And here's a sneak peek for ya~

“Ok, so,” Lumine said excitedly, plopping down on the couch as she sipped her cup of tea, getting comfortable, “you promised me a story!” 

Aether frowned as he looked at her in confusion, “what?” 

“Remember? Days before when we got interrupted by Kazuha?” Lumine recollected, mind going back to their friend who had just traveled back to Liyue the night before, “You were telling me about how you caught the Kamisato’s having sex~”

“Oh, right.” Aether said, remembering as he put down the book he was reading. Both of them were lounging in the fancy inn Ayato got them, relaxing after a long day of commissions, “It’s nothing super exciting. I only saw them for a few seconds before I ran out of there.” 

“Doesn’t matter.” Lumine said, waving away his excuse, “I still want to hear it!”

Aether sighed with a roll of the eyes, “Fine. Well, this was a few years ago.”

Lumine got comfortable on the couch, looking super adorable in her tank top and puffy sleep shorts as she immediately got invested in the story. 

“Ayato had asked me for a favor.” Aether explained, “He had heard rumors that a rival clan was planning to introduce a product into the Inazuman market knowing full well that it could hurt people- even potentially kill them.” 

Lumine took a sip of her tea, nodding. 

“So, he asked me to break into their mansion along with Sayu and retrieve the documents that would clearly show their intention to make a profit despite knowing that they were going to cause harm. We broke in, got the documents and broke out. Overall, a very successful operation.” 

He paused, taking a sip of water before he continued, “But I guess Ayato wasn’t expecting me to finish his task so quickly. It was dead of night and I managed to get into the Kamisato estate but the guards weren’t allowing me inside their home cause it was past visiting hours. So, I snuck around until I found the window to their room and…well…” 

“Ooohhh~” Lumine purred, eyes wide, “You saw them having sex! You peeping tom!”

Aether remembered the sight clearly. From his location on the window, he could see them from the side, getting a fairly explicit view of the situation despite peeking through a gap in the curtains. Ayaka was on her hands and knees, completely naked as her brother, just as naked, pounded into her from behind. Her ass clapped against his hips, her tits swinging back and forth as she was fucked, a flustered expression on her face. Aether couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could see the way Ayaka’s face would turn into a bright shade of red everytime Ayato opened his mouth, her older brother no doubt spilling out filth like it was his job. Ayato himself had a smug expression on his face, a sly smirk as he clearly enjoyed degrading and teasing his sweet sister, smacking her ass as he pounded her mercilessly.

Not one to spy on a couple (that didn’t involve his sister anyway), Aether quickly left, blood rushing to his cheeks as he decided that the reports could wait till tomorrow. 

“Was it hot?” Lumine asked, curious.

“Wh- I don’t know!” Aether said, “I didn’t keep watching! I’m not interested in anyone but you.” 

Lumine let out a coo, her heart getting warm as she moved closer to her brother, placing a sweet kiss to his cheek before sitting on his lap, Aether holding her comfortably. 

 “You’re so cute, you know that?” Lumine teased, rubbing her nose against his lovingly, Aether letting out a scoff as a response, blushing slightly as she peppered his face with kisses. 

“I just got excited cause there’s another pair of siblings just like us!” Lumine explained, “Of all our centuries of life that’s still something very rare to see. I thought I found a girlfriend I can share stories with.” 

Regardless of all the friends she has and the number of men she slept with, Lumine still desired a girlfriend who she could gossip with about her love life. Aether had plenty of guy friends to share his stories with (most of whom wanted to/have fucked her) while Lumine didn’t feel comfortable talking to any of her girl friends about her escapades. But now, since Ayaka is also in an incestuous relationship, she was excited to think she’d finally found a friend who Lumine knew wouldn’t have an ounce of judgment and could relate to her feelings and experiences. And knowing Ayaka, she would also enjoy having a friend to share her thoughts with, the woman no doubt even more secretive than Lumine is. 

“Hmmm.” Aether hummed, hugging her tightly as he snuggled his face into her chest, moaning in content as he used her tits as a pillow, “You can try talking to Ayaka if you’d like. She might be more open with you since you’re both girls.” 

“That’s a nice idea.” Lumine said with a nod, “We’re meeting the siblings tomorrow anyway, maybe I can try then.” 

“Mhmm.” Aether hummed, nuzzling into her skin as a hand came up to grope a boob, squeezing her like a toy, “Ayaka said they have something important to tell us. I bet it relates to her relationship.” 

“Let’s see.” Lumine said, sipping her tea as she allowed her brother to continue to grope her, his touch not sexual in nature but more intimate- like he just wanted his hand on her. They continued to talk as he squeezed her tits, a cute moment of domesticity among the chaos that is their life. 

[shoyastars]

Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

Omg this is old wth… lol! Tell me what you think of this cause idk haha! XD

~Headcannons!~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First few weeks of dating!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I see you guy being a bit awkward at first when after confessing each others feelings. You both need time to settle and get used to the fact you two are dating. Of course Lloyd would do his best to be the best boyfriend you have. But sometimes would mess up due to how nervous he is when doing a simple task. Like carrying something for you, Getting something, talking about something, etc all though it’s embarrassing sometimes when he fails. You sometimes laugh it off causing him to laugh as well about how awkward it was for the both of you.

~~~~~~ Dates!

~~~~~~

It’s definitely awkward and uncomfortable when you both try to go someplace fancy. You both even get bored and yawn. Though Nya and Jay might suggest it sometimes. The first time you two did it. You two ended up going somewhere else to make the date more fun. You two like to have fun during your dates. Go to the amusement park, spend time outside, play games {especially video games}, movie nights, sleep overs {if you’re not a ninja living with them.}, Dancing in the rain, doing things that you two consider fun!

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cuddle time

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cuddle time is kinda like an after a hard day type scenario. But sometimes when Lloyd just wants your attention on him he will insist you two cuddle together. Possible he will cuddle you in his Oni form? 👀. Like I said sometimes when he REALLY wants your attention. He WILL insist you two cuddle. Whether it’d be in his Oni form or human form. He craves attention sometimes. Especially emotional and physical love. Where he came hold you close and feel at ease.

{ALSO I SEE YALL WHO WERE THINKING OF SOMETHING ELSE DURING “PHYSICAL” LOVE YA NASTYS!}

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Favorite place to kiss you💋 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cheek & Forehead.

He gets very flustered when he receives a kiss on the lips. I get you can say his face will like up like a red tomato if you do. he feels more confident and more at ease kissing your Cheek. He would sometimes do it when he gets jealous of you talking with someone. 🤭

You do find it cute.

When he kisses you on the forehead. He’s usually in a bit of daze. When I mean daze. I mean half an asleep or when you fall asleep in his arms or on his shoulder. He does get a bit embarrassed when he gets caught by the others but is more comfortable when it’s just the two of you. He feels more at ease 😊✨

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✨Relationship support✨ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lloyd deals with a lot of trauma from being the green ninja. Especially when he was a kid. Sometimes when he feels like the world is ending all he needs is a simple hug from you and the tears and frustrations come out. Crying into your shoulder hoping you wouldn’t walk away or look at him with pity or disgust. He knows you would never do that. But he can’t help but think of it. It scares him. To the point he doesn’t know how to not think about it.

When it comes down to you having a panic attack he would immediately spring into action. He wouldn’t do anything too brash and focus on you calming down. He would ether ask what you see or ask to breathe. But sometimes he would just hold your and give you time to calm down on your own. While feeling his comforting grip. When you calm down he would pull you into a hug. Comforting you with some of the sweetest moments you had to the sweetest words he says. He would be there for YOU! And focus on you. He’d even ditch a mission just to comfort you and make sure you’re ok. He doesn’t like to see you cry or be sad. It hurts him. More than you ever know.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Boundaries

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Lloyd would allow you to set some boundaries. Even when dating or married. He’ll listen carefully and take them to heart as to not make you feel uncomfortable in anyway. Sometimes when he sees others disrespect your boundaries. He immediately goes to tell them to back off. He wants you to feel respected and with that he hopes you also respect your as well. Cause self respect is important.

Lloyds boundaries are not always so clear. Sometimes he will get uncomfortable unexpectedly due to a certain situation. When starting the relationship he asks if you have certain boundaries he’d like to follow. After explaining yours he’ll then explain his. He wants to feel respected along with wanting you to feel respected as well.