#Well guys the Fingers in his Ass Guy got me. He showed interest in my favourite little boy so now I gotta draw him

[hajihiko]

Ominous....

(Based on the Nagito episode where he, Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko are ♡bffs-4-ever♡)

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Just the thought of you writing prompt 15 is a good enough reason to wake up every morning so I humbly present this as a request

San has an Idea

Kinktober request: 15 boyfriend San, bestfriend Woo, threesome

Pairing: Pervy Boyfriend San x Fem reader x Bestfriend Wooyoung

Summary: After being left behind on a group trip, you, Woo and San hangout like normal in Sans room, that is until San makes a suggestion on a group activity.

Word Count: 3.6K

Kink: Threesome

Warning: Threesome, unprotected sex, mfm threesome, mxm interactions, double penetration, ass play (m receiving)

A/N: WooSan is my biases btw

Minors dni

“We should just have a threesome."

That was Sans first words in 10 minutes. Your boyfriend San was sat at his desk while you and both of your best friend Wooyoung was sat on Sans bed just hanging out in his room since the rest of the friend group took a 1 day trip to another haunted house out of town. You both looked up from your phone, the TikTok you were showing Wooyoung still playing on a loop.

"Did you guys hear me? I said we should have a-" San said but was interrupted.

"We- We heard you, where is that coming from though?" Wooyoung said holding up his hand to halt San from saying anymore vulgar words.

"I mean why not? Woo you're bi and have had threesomes before, I'm pretty open sexually, we're all attractive and find each other attractive. I'm sure you wouldn't be opposed to fucking Y/N, it's not like you never seen us fuck before." It felt like San was going on and on with multiple points being made on why his suggestion made perfect sense.

"Hold on dude, rather I've caught you guys having sex or not doesn't really matter, this is something way different. You would honestly be completely fine with me... having sex with Y/N even if you're involved?" Wooyoung questioned.

"My sweet bunny's pretty pussy is a gift to earth, of course I don't mind sharing with my closest friend." San said, Wooyoung shook his head at San then turned to you.

"Y/N, please say something to your boyfriend." That's when Wooyoung noticed you with your knees up in the corner of the bed covering your face with your arms.

"See man you made Y/N embarrassed." Wooyoung yelled at San.

"No, she isn't." San got up from his gaming chair and walked over to the bed to sit next you. You and San were sat at the head of the bed while Wooyoung was at the foot of it, San spread his legs on the bed and patted his lap, you knew what that meant so you crawled into his lap while avoiding eye contact, you both were now facing Wooyoung but you still tried to look down to avoid eye contact.

"You see Woo I know my bunny well, really well. She has no problem voicing what she isn't interested in doing, so when she didn't respond when I asked, I already knew what she wanted." San placed his hands under your knees and lifted them to bend them for you and spread them nice and wide. The loose short shorts you were wearing already left 0 to the imagination but then San pulled them to the side to reveal your already wet pussy to Wooyoung whose face was turning red. San rubbed his fingers between your folds earning soft whimpers from you, you put your head back on his shoulder as he smiled watching you fall apart so easily. "See Woo, her pussy is already dripping at the thought of both of us fucking her, isn't that right baby?" San asked

You nodded your head as your body was heating up.

"Come on Bunny give Wooyoungie a proper response." San looked up at Wooyoung and noticed his eyes were glued to your core.

"Y-yes." you said in a low voice, San removed his hand from your core to remove your shorts. San placed his hands back over your pussy, this time focusing on rubbing your throbbing clit, you kept your mouth shut while you continued to moan, slightly feeling shy from Wooyoungs staring but turned on as well.

"Come on Woo, I know you've been wanting to touch her since I introduced you two, go ahead." San said, Wooyoung was a bit shocked that San noticed his crush on you, he moved a bit closer to the two of you.

"Are you okay with this Y/N? Do you want me to touch you?" Wooyoung asked you, he would never want to do anything you weren't comfortable with. You frantically nodded your head as San applied more pressure to your clitoris, causing you to throw your head back.

Wooyoung was still hesitant but in the back of his mind he always hoped this moment would come. You two always made Wooyoung go into Bi-panic, you and San were a hot couple, The many times he caught you two in the act he found himself not knowing if he wished he was you or San. He decided to not waste any more time and finally got closer, he sat on his knees in front of you and his eyes was glued to your core. He watched San rub circles on your clit and how you would jerk at the sensation. He stuck out his index finger and rubbed your hole to get his fingertip wet before gliding it into your dripping cunt, the feeling of both Woo and San touching you causing you to yell out a string of curse words, you didn't even notice him put his middle finger in as well until he started to pump them both in and out of you. You bit your bottom lip from the stimulation as Woo sped up his pace, your hips starting to move on Sans lap.

"Woo my bunny likes praise, tell her she's doing a good job." San said nonchalantly like he wasn't prepping his girlfriend to be fucked by himself and his best friend. Wooyoung was in somewhat of a trans feeling your gummy wet walls contract around his fingers and watching your hole gush while you moaned.

"You're taking my fingers so well Y/N, does it feel good to have me and San touching you like this?" He asked, your mind was blanking, and you could barely comprehend what was being said to you, your eyes rolled back from the praise, and you felt your climax rushing toward you.

"He asked you a question don't be rude Bunny, give him an answer." San said while lightly ripping your chin and throat.

"Yes, Woo ahh~ it feels so good, please fuck your fingers into me more." San smiled at you falling apart and started to kiss you while speeding up the pace of his fingers on your clit, even with his tongue in your mouth your muffled moans could be heard. Wooyoung felt his dick getting harder watching you two kiss, hearing you moan for San made him want to make you do the same for him, he drove his finger deeper and faster into your cunt, trying to navigate finding your spot. Your body jerked hard and you yelped when he hit it and he knew what he had to do, he leaned forward to hit even deeper into you and lifted the hoodie you had on with nothing underneath, Wooyoung had been slyly eyeing your hard nipples the entire time he was hanging out with you and San so naturally he wasted no time pressing his lips on one of them.

You were going insane, the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling between Woo and San was damn near unbearable. San finally pulled back from the kiss, his fingers going even faster on your clit because he knew you were at your peak from how loud your moans were and how he watched your body shake, Woo could feel your pussy squeezing his fingers so much that you barely had room to move. It only took a few more seconds of this before you erupted, your cum shot out of you like a hose in the summer as you soaked Wooyoung, yourself and some of the bed. Wooyoung continued to pump his fingers into you to help you ride out your high then finally pulled back, San also removed his fingers from your clit and peeked your fucked out face a few times while you heavily breathed and shook.

"Good job bunny, squirting for me and Woo like a good girl, but we aren't done yet." San grabbed the bottom of your hoodie to remove it, leaving you bare in front of them. They laid you flat on the bed, both the men ogling you like you were their last meal, they couldn't keep their hands off you, Wooyoung gently massaging your thighs while San rubbed your shoulders, the attention they were giving you made you whine from the heat that was pooling in your pussy.

San moved down your body to massage your breast and nipples, you felt so sensitive to their touch, he made eye contact with Wooyoung.

"Woo, I think my bunny wants to be stuffed in her pretty pussy, can you do that for her?" San asked, Wooyoung looked up at him.

"A-are you sure San? Do you really want me to fuck her first?" Wooyoung asked, San laughed at him then gripped your cheeks and made you face Wooyoung.

"Look at that needy face Woo, do you want her to beg for your cock?" San looked down at you. "Bunny Woo wants you to beg for him to fuck you." The way San spoke to you made your pussy throb more, truth be told you wanted nothing more but to be fucked wide open by Wooyoung, you always wanted to feel his dick inside of you. The times he caught you two having sex and Wooyoung trying to hide his obvious boners and lustful gaze or even when he would casually talk about his hook ups with various people, you couldn't help but wonder how good he fucked.

"I want it so bad Woo, I want to feel you dick so deep in me, please fuck me." you said even with San squeezing your face, Wooyoung looked at your face and met your gaze, he knew you meant every word you said.

...

Both men stripped down fully except San who still had on his boxers, though Wooyoung was a bit smaller in girth and length he still had a quite impressive member. Wooyoung was slotted between your legs with his arms on each side of your head and your legs pressing closer to your chest. San was watching you two as he stood off the bed, Wooyoung wasn't focused on San, he just wanted to make you feel good which is why San gave him permission to fuck you raw. He leaned forward more to kiss you, unlike San Woo's kisses we much steamier and more passionate, he was slower and sensual, as he kissed your lips, his tongue danced with yours, he slid his dick into your heat, he ate your moans as you felt him glide deeper and deeper into you. He released your lips, and a pop could be heard along with the wet slapping noises your pussy was making. His pace was moderate, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of your cunt.

"Your pussy feels so amazing Y/N." He said looking into your eyes, his blown out pupils looking directly into your before he locked lips with you briefly again, you could absolutely understand why so many people were in love with him after he fucked him, it was like he was snatching your soul.

"How cute, but don't get to cocky Woo." San said, the both of you almost forgetting he was there. San reached into his nightstand while you and Woo continued, Woo's pace was steady, San grabbed lube from the night stand and covered his two fingers in it. Woo was so focused on you he didn't notice San walk behind him begin to tease his hole. A cute moan fell from Wooyoungs lips as you smiled at him, his strokes became sloppy as his hips couldn't keep a consistent pace.

"Trying put the moves on my bunny while I'm letting you fuck her sweet pussy tsk tsk Woo, I guess I have to punish you both for enjoying your selves a bit too much." San said as he continued to play with the rim of Wooyoungs hole, Woo felt sensitive under Sans touch especially with him still inside of you, he just couldn't keep a good pace which started to make you feel like you were being edged, you guessed this is what San meant by punishing both of you. You and Woo moaned out of sync while San laughed at you two acting needy and fucked out. "You can't even fuck straight do you want my fingers that badly Youngie?" such a cute nickname for such a dirty moment, Wooyoungs bangs covered his blushed face as he breathed heavily barely able to contain himself.

"Y-yes, yes San..." He was shy to admit it, but he wanted his best friends fingers to fuck his hole while he fucked you, nothing sounded better.

San had such a devious smile sprawled on his face. "You're so cute Youngie of course I'll give you what you want." San plunged his two lubed finger into Wooyoung, Woo’s body collapsed on top on you causing him to drop his dick deep into you with no warning, both you cried out in pleasure. "Come on Youngie hold it together so you can fuck my bunny properly." San said into Woos ear while he slowly fucked him. Wooyoung tried getting his bearings even with San knuckles deep inside of him, he started to rut against you then gradually picked up his pace, the close proximity made his pelvis brush your clit as well, you moaned into Wooyoungs ear, causing him to moan more. Woo kept a good pace in you, but San would strongly push his fingers into Woo causing him to go deeper into you. Woo hit your spot like San was hitting his, you both let out helpless whimpers and was close to your climax.

"Woo I'm gonna cum." You mumbled out, Wooyoung nodded and pecked your lips a few more times.

"Let's cum together okay Y/N?" you nodded as well and kissed him, he last a few more seconds until San tapped his spot rapidly causing Woo to do the same to you, as you came you felt the feeling of hot cum filling your belly and it just made you want more. San slowly removed his fingers from Wooyoungs ass and Woo pulled out of you and rolled next to you, both of you were in a daze.

San removed his underwear and got a condom from his nightstand to roll down his shaft. You laid still until you felt San flip you on your side and put one of your legs on his shoulder. "Are you ready for me bunny?" San asked

"Sannie pleaseee~ I want to feel you like I felt Woo, I want your cum in me too." You whined, your bratty nature showing, which is why San smacked your ass loudly, causing Woo to look over.

"Bunny, you know the rules, both of us couldn't handle that." Before you could combat further San lined himself up with your cunt and was able to slide right in, he really did want to fuck you raw until his cum covered your walls but realistically he knew it would feel too good and he wouldn't be able to go 2 minutes without fucking you, he barely had a control on how often he fucks you now. He held your thigh while he drilled his cock deep into you, you couldn't control yourself from cursing and moaning, he pounded your cervix so good you started screaming.

"Poor Y/N you're so loud you wouldn't want to bother the neighbors, let me close your mouth for you." Wooyoung said springing into action after he got hard watching how San fucked you. He made his way up to your face sitting on his knees in front of you with his length in hand, you knew what was next and opened your mouth nice and wide for him. Woo gripped the back of your head with one hand and back of your neck with the other then eased your mouth onto his dick. Woo stuffing your mouth and San fucking your abused pussy was something you only saw in dreams, they both worked in tangent using you as a fuck toy for their pleasure and yours.

"Bunny Woo just fucked you and you're still so tight, I love this pussy." San said, his pace already showing that he was nearing his climax.

"Her mouth feels so fucking good too Sannie, you lucky bastard." Wooyoung also was reaching his end as he fucked your throat, your eyes rolled back and you gagged out moans on Woo's dick, you've never felt this much pleasure before and your mind was going blank, all you could think about is the way they were fucking you. Your pussy started to contract around Sans cock while you gagged and drooled on woo.

"I know I'm so lucky to have such a good cockslut to use and share when I want, I can feel her cumming again now." San said, and he wasn't wrong you lasted a few more strokes as you came on Sans Latex covered dick, San continued to fuck you, pushing you into over stimulation while Woo pumped his dick into you a few more times then finished in your throat, tears ran down your face as you swallowed his load. San came into the condom watching you drink Woo's cum, he pulled out and Woo did as well, San pulled you up and kissed you, his tongued explored every inch and corner of your mouth.

"You're so greedy bunny, drinking all of Woo's cum and not sharing." San said, it made Wooyoung blush. "Can you keep going bunny?"

"Yes Sannie, please, I want more, but please no condom this time." San sighed at your request. He removed the rubber from his dick as his cum slid down his shaft, Wooyoung was genuinely impressed by the amount of stamina you two had as he was still gasping from the last load.

"How about me and Youngie both fuck you Bunny, would you like that?" San asked.

"Please yes, I want you both please." San smiled at you cutely begging like a slut.

"Are you sure you can take both of us Y/N?" Wooyoung asked not wanting to push you too far, he obviously didn't understand just how much of a slut you were.

"Yes Woo, please, fill me up." You said eagerly. San didn't waste any more time discussing and laid back on his back, he pulled you on top and you sank down on his length, your eyes rolling back as you gripped his shoulders. Though your cunt was overstimulated you just wanted more and more you bounced on Sans length a few times then you felt Wooyoungs bare chest press against your back, you felt his hard dick on your ass while he kissed your neck a few times. You both slowly leaned toward San until you were pressed against his chest.

"Are you ready Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, you nodded again and Wooyoung slowly pressed his dick into your already occupied hole. The feeling was surreal, once Woo was fully inside, they both waited for your go ahead to move.

"Are you okay bunny?" San asked.

"Yes, please move, I want more." San started to buck his hips and so did Woo, when one pulled back the other moved deeper in, you've never felt so full.

"You're such a good little whore for us Bunny, taking both our cocks like this." San said rubbing your back.

"Do you like how well we’re stuffing your pussy Y/N? You're still so tight, squeezing me and Sannie like you want to milk us dry." Wooyoung said into your ear. You couldn't help the noises that filled the room from both your mouth and your cunt. Tears filled your eyes as you drooled a bit, your mind was empty, gone, completely fucked out.

"Oh no Youngie I think we fucked her dumb, little bunny can't even speak any more." San said laughing at you to taunt your fucked out state, he bucked his hips faster and so did Woo, though San loved fucking you stupid he did know that you were reaching your limit, so he had to finish soon. "Do you want both of our loads to fill your pussy bunny?"

"I bet she does Sannie, I bet she would love having our cum stuffed deep in her needy cunt, let's fill her up." Wooyoung said, both men’s pace became feral as they pounded into your fucked pussy. San brought you back down to earth as he brought you in for a kiss, his mouth now cold from the previous spit still on his lips. Once he finished kissing you Woo was right behind you to also kiss you, once he released you, he leaned up to grip your hips while San grabbed your thighs. They relentlessly fucked into you until you saw stars then felt both their loads filling your abused cunt, you yelled out a rush of curse words as their load seeped into your womb.

...

It took you an hour to finish in the bathroom after San had to literally carry you in so you could pee and shower. Once you were done you returned to Sans room, a new sheet set was put on the bed and San was back on his game while woo scrolled on his phone under the covers. They both looked up at you once you entered the room.

"Are you okay bunny? Want a snack?" San asked.

They just planned to go back to normal like they didn't just fuck your brains out?

"I- ya know what?

Yeah, I do actually." You said not even trying to put logic on those two.

San smiled at you warmly. "Okay, Woo can make us some food and we can go again a few more times!"

Of course this wasn't over.

[princesscolumbia]

Star Trek Captains, A Review and Categorization

Star Trek is a show about a Neo-military organization that has rank structures, ships, and fights wars, so naturally there's plenty of captains to talk about, but for this post I'll be highlighting specifically the main cast captains, in something resembling chronological order. (But, I mean, this is Star Trek, so even that's kinda up in the air)

Captain Archer

That Guy who had to hand crank the warp engine up-hill both ways in the blinding ion storm. We don't need no stinkin' Prime Directive! Remember The Alamo Pearl Harbor 9/11 Florida! But...uh, maybe don't be dicks about it, not everyone who looks like the ones responsible for that thing we're never going to forget actually wants us dead. Got transformed into an alien, got possessed by another alien, slept with a couple more. Never got pregnant, though (that was his chief engineer)

Scorecard

Ships commanded: 1

Wars started: 0

Wars ended: 3

Times on screen naked: 1

Nazi facilities destroyed: 1

Category: Grampa

Captain Pike

Midlife crisis? What midlife crisis? Everything's fiiiiine. Now eat something, it'll make you feel better. I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed. Number One, don't tell me I can't adopt more kids, I don't care that they're from the future they're mine now. Besides, we've already got a whole ship-full, what's two more?

Scorecard

Ships commanded: 2

Violations of the Temporal Prime Directive: -3 (yes, it's an irrational number, we're talking time travel, people!)

Musical Numbers Participated While On Duty: 3

Hair: Really Great

Category: Dad (or DILF if you swing that way)

Captain Georgiou

You will be captain when you can snatch the stone from my hand.

Scorecard

Ships commanded: 1

Protege's who required a redemption arc: 1

Awesomeness: Transcendent

Category: Gone too soon, also, MILF who can kick your ass

(Edit: Courtesy of @cheer-me-up-scotty for pointing out an oversite on my part)

Captain Burnham

Cosplays as a Vulcan 'cause she's jealous of her adoptive brother. Accurately called an audience-stand-in-self-insert-mary-sue (shut up, Star Trek fandom invented the Mary Sue, it was a term coined by women fans, so shut up!), but by season 2 she actually gets interesting.

Scorecard

Mommy Issues: Has a subscription

Moms: 4

PTSD inducing life events: Like, all of them

Ships commanded: 3

Mutinies led failed: 1

Category: That One Cousin who married surprisingly well and made something of herself in spite of all expectations

Captain Kirk

Golden retriever energy, would be the Useless Bisexual Himbo if he didn't have so much game. Probably smarter than he lets on. Polyamory King and certified Alien Fucker. Boyfriend is a half-space-elf, main sometimes-girlfriend will go on to create the deadliest super-weapon ever built by humans by accident.

Scorecard

Number of Klingon Bounties on his head: [CLASSIFIED]

Number of women he's slept with: [CLASSIFIED]

Nazi regimes toppled: 1

Number of times he should have had a test that determines if you can stick your dick in it that got named after an upstart from that other science fiction show instead: 1

Ships Commanded: 3

Ships He's Stolen: 3

Category: Slut(affectionate)

Captain Kirk (the other one)

Golden Retriever that got left behind when his family moved away and had to lead a ragtag team of a crotchety older dog and a wet cat on a journey...

No, wait, hold on...

Right! That's the one!

Scorecard

Times he should have been kicked out of Starfleet: At least 4

Ships commanded: 3

Ground transport destroyed: 2 (that we know of)

Number of middle fingers given to Admiralty: 2

Category: Bad Boy

Captain Picard

You know that guy who you see going to the library all the time and always seems to have his nose in a book and always seems to be telling people off for breaking the rules and doing dangerous shit? You'd never know it but he used to be That Guy in college who got, like, ALL the girls and is going to be the Hot Grampa that you don't know how he has that much game, but he got it.

Scorecard

Ships lost in the line of duty: 2

Number of times he married and then estranged his best friend's wife who named their son after her dead first husband: 1

Number of toxic omnipotent and omniscient boyfriends who are obsessed with him and spends their spare time playing with ponies: 1

Category: Inexplicable Sexyman

Captain Badass Sisko

The Cool Dad with baggage. He's got game, but he's got priorities as well, and DON'T mess with his son or you won't even exist anymore to regret it. BLM before it was cool. Led a civil rights riot two centuries before he was born. Space Jesus who can make the best jambalaya you've ever had. Fought and won a war, punched a god, then became one.

Scorecard

Civilizations saved: 4

Native Cultures Treated With the Respect They Deserve: Many

Times He Bent the Rules so his CMO could get some nookie from a Cardasian spy plain, simple tailor: The counter broke

Successful black-ops assassinations completed: 1

Category: BAMF

Captain Janeway

THE single most decorated captain in Starfleet history. Successfully dropped the hammer on dozens of petty tyrants, oppressive regimes, roaming mass murderers, and the Borg. What Prime Directive? Your Mom. Also, probably slept with your mom, that's how much she is the Domme-est of Dommes. She told the Borg to use the safe word...and they DID!

Scorecard

Borg Daughters: 1

Times she told the Borg to step off: 3 (or 4...or 5? Honestly, with the time travel shenanigans it's hard to know for sure)

Nazis she's personally shot: 1

Category: Mistress, but it's "Ma'am" to you

Captain Freeman

She's angry AND disappointed! She's just as good as all the other captains in the fleet, and the good ones know it, but all the rest? They see "cali class" and assume all they're good for is the jobs nobody else wants. But jokes on them, because thanks to that attitude her crew are the flippin' Jacks and Jills of all trades and are more capable of fixing AND fucking AND "fucking" shit up than damn near anyone else!

Scorecard

Times the ship has nearly been destroyed but she and her crew got through it: ...uh...how many episodes are there? And then there's the times that get casual mentions that we never get the details on!

Daughters who should probably be captains now if they were at least a LITTLE more respectful and didn't actively try to piss off Admirals: 1

Times the Cerritos has had to be rebuilt to the point it might as well be called "The Ship of Cerritos Problem": At least 4

Category: Your mom...get back here, I'M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU!

Captain R'El

Cinnamon Roll, just let m'boy into Starfleet! He just wants a home and a family! I'd like to see full-grown captains who can keep up with half of what this Best Boy is capable of!

Scorecard

Number of species his genetic code is made up of: All of 'em. Even the GODDAMN Q!

Number of Janeways he impressed the socks off of: 2

Quality of his Janeway impression: Bad

Number of Ferengi he out-Ferengi'd: 1

Nazis punched: Give him time...

Category: Teenage Boy Who's NOT GOING THROUGH A PHASE, MOM!

Should I do Captains Shaw and Seven? How about Alternate Timeline Tripp or Future Chakotay? (Going too far down that rabbit hole will eventually lead to Imperial Kirk and Captain Spock from the movies.) Let me know in the comments.

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[st4rb3rr13s]

1+1=2 chp 1

Eren and you get assigned to do a math project together.

Warning: fingering

Me actually writing?? During writer’s block?? That’s actually crazy. Snippet link

Everyone hated Mr.Ackerman’s class. If you asked the average student on campus what was their least favorite class and teacher, it would be math with Mr.Ackerman. He was a cold teacher who didn’t care about anything but his paycheck, students would say. If you were late to class he’d give you a scowl before finishing his lesson. Or if something was happening in your life and needed to get an extension, he’d tell you life is hard and to make sure it’s done by the due date because they’re presenting it to the class. He was on another level of evil. Most students tried to switch out of his class or find a different math teacher but he was mandatory. If you didn’t pass his course, you’d fail the whole year. Knowing this most students paid attention and took his class very seriously. Eren never took his class that seriously, though.

Eren was the average frat boy who’d walk into class late with a new girl. Mr.Ackerman would give him a glare, but Eren would always shoot him a smile before walking to an empty seat. He’d always talk about anything and everything while Mr.Ackerman was teaching. If he wasn’t talking he was sleeping through his lesson, not caring what he missed. He could just ask his blonde friend, Armin, later. No one honestly knew how he was passing, really any of his classes because he acts the exact same way, until he explained it. His friend Armin would just give him the answers, being in the same frat as him. But unlike Eren, Armin actually took college seriously.

When Eren was paying attention though, you always catches yourself staring at him. The way his mouth would bite onto his pens while his face was planted onto the palm of his hand. He looked so ethereal while paying attention to the lesson.

Although he was cute, you saw the way other girls looked at him. All of them wanted, no needed Eren. The way their legs would pinch together when he walked into the room. Their eyes glued to Eren’s figure, wanting to touch all over him. His personality always entertained these girls, so you just thought he was like every other frat guy.

Additionally, you friend got with his best friend, Armin, and that turned out horribly for her. You’d think a guy who is good with grades, is so gentle and soft spoken would be good to you. You friend was left to cry on your shoulder while eating ice cream and cutting her hair shoulder length. Which suited her well, honestly.

But what you didn’t know was, Eren wanted you too. When he saw you on the first day, he had a tent in his pants, watching as you walked to an empty seat. Your clothing wasn’t anything like the girl’s who flirted with him wore. Your clothes weren’t obnoxiously modest, it’s just you didn’t show a lot of skin, but definitely enough. It was like you were teasing him, knowing what to show and what not to show. It left him thinking about how your body looked. The way your hair would be in these cute hairstyles that you most likely found on Pinterest. He wanted to take a handful of your hair, forcing your mouth to take more of his dick while your spit made a mess. Your big round glasses, falling from your nose that you’d have to push back up. He wanted those glasses to fog up as he kept your legs up. Seeing the way cum would be all over your glasses as you looked up at him. The way your voice sounded as you spoke to others around you who needed help. He’d think about that voice as his hand was running over his cock. He wanted you so bad and you showed no interest.

But when he overheard Mr.Ackerman and you talking, it was over. It was a normal Wednesday evening, and he forgot to give the teacher a worksheet he had finished. He was about to go in when he heard your voice.

“Levi, dead ass you need to lay off. I have other classes and you just keep adding a ton of shit to my list.” You spoke.

“That’s college, and don’t cuss at me. We’re in school right now.” Levi sighed.

The two of you were talking so casually, it led Eren to come up with multiple conclusions. That was until he heard you say brother. Mr.Ackerman and you were siblings. The nicest girl and the meanest teacher on campus. From that point on he knew he had to have you.

The next day when Mr.Ackerman assigned partners for the next project, and he assigned the two of you. Your heart started to race. You were gonna be partnered up with Eren, the frat boy everyone is holding onto. Everyone is somehow talking about. The guy in your class who never pays attention but looks hot when he does. That Eren.

Eren’s lips curved into a smile, knowing he wouldn’t even have to try too hard. He knew this project meant the two of you would have to work by yourselfs with no one else around. It seemed like there was someone on his side. As he walked up to you, he felt his dick start to harden. You couldn’t hold eye contact for more than 2 seconds. He planted himself next to you, seeing you finally look at him.

“Hi, we should work on this project in the afternoon, 5 through 6, if that’s alright with you?” You asked him.

“Fine with me.” Eren smiled.

It was from then on every weekday you two would meet at the library to work on your project. It was always quiet in the library with a good amount of student. You two always found an area to work without many people. Eren would always say It’s to help us focus, and Wouldn’t you want to work in a quiet place, but what he really was trying to focus on was how to fuck you without people noticing.

Eren sat with his palm holding his head. His eyes lingered to your crew neck. He couldn’t see much, of anything, on your upper body today. But if his eyes lingered down fast enough, he could see the way your thick thighs come together. Eren thought of himself as a titties man, always looking at a girl’s tits when they talked to him. But whatever he could see from you, was what he was that day.

“Eren?” You question.

His eyes looked back at your face, to see your glasses capturing your beautiful eyes perfectly. The way your lips jutted out, begging to be face fucked. He wanted you more than you knew.

“What was that princess?” Eren asked, not bothered to paying attention

“I was just reading the Google document. You need to start paying attention, because I can’t afford to fail this project.” You explained, looking back at it. Eren took a deep breath, looking at you. As you started to read again, his mind started to linger about other things. It was like every time you were around he couldn’t stay focused. “Eren.”

“This is so boring, you wanna try something?” He asked. Your face looked at him in question, making him smile. His hand took your face, before his lips were right in front of yours. His viridiana eyes staring back into yours. “Is this alright?”

Although you knew this was wrong, you knew if your brother saw you now he’d be disappointed, you nodded. His lips entrapped you with soft kisses. His hand slowly slithered down to your waist, pulling you in closer. His breath was minty, while his cologne was hypnotizing. You pulled back, taking a couple breaths before he pulled you back in. He took his other hand, pressing your neck to deepen the kiss.

He bit your bottom lip softly watching as your voice left out a soft moan. His tongue swirled against yours, earning quiet whimpers. Your eyes shut from the way he’s got you already pinned, no hooked. Just by the way his scent smells makes you pull back into him. His hand squeezed your thigh, making you squeak into the kiss.

He went back, chuckling before kissing your neck. His lips planted soft kisses onto multiple places on your neck, making you whimper his name. Pleasure was starting to fill your sense, a hazed feeling starting to bubble within you. His tongue slowly licked a stride on your neck, keeping eye contact with you.

“Want more.” You moaned, looking at him.

His hand touched your clothed pussy, feeling the damped spot. He massaged your clothed clit, feeling how your body tensed to the feeling. He could tell you barley had sex, or played with yourself even. He wanted to dominate you, no make you his. But that would have to be next time.

His finger moved your panties out the way, dipping his middle finger into your pussy, feeling how warm and tight it was. It was better than he could imagine, better than all those other girl’s he’s fucked before. God, he was so hypnotized by you already, and he hasn’t even fucked you. Your sweet moans started to get louder, he knew he had to silence you.

“Baby, can you read the document please? Try not to let everyone know what we’re doing, Kay?” He whispered, going to plant a sweet kiss on your neck.

Your eyes opened, nodded before looking back at the document. Soon as you opened your mouth, another finger plunged in. Your mouth has an o-shape as his finger kept prodding in and out of your pussy. It felt way to good, as soon as you shut your eyes, it came to a stop. Your head swiftly looked at him, seeing as his eyes stayed on you.

“Didn’t I tell you to read?” Eren asked.

Your head quickly turned to your computer, starting to say what was on the Google document. His fingers start to move faster. The rough pads touching every part you couldn’t get to. All the men you’ve been with, which wasn’t a lot, haven’t been able to make you feel this good. The way his finger’s scissored your pussy, made tears of pleasure start to form. Your voice started to go lower as his touch started to overwhelm you. An overwhelming sensation started, making your hips buckle into his fingers. His tongue, his scent, it was all getting too much.

A knot in your stomach was going to come undone in any minute, and he knew it. He could tell by the way your tight pussy held onto his fingers, making it hard for him to move. His thumb touched your neglected nub, starting to rub it in fast circle. That was it for you, a loud moan shrieked from the walls of the library as your cum coated his fingers. His fingers let you ride out your high, making you see stars. You couldn’t imagine how his dick could feel. How it would encapsulate you into abyss.

His fingers left you, before going into his mouth. Your eyes opened to see Eren sucking his fingers, moaning against them to your slick. His eyes was shut, wanting to taste you so bad. He wanted to eat you out so bad. Seeing the way you’d coo from his tongue and fingers. The mess you’d make on his cock too. Eren wanted you so bad, he needed you so bad. His eyes opened, seeing yours wide eyed, staring at him. A tent was in his pants, just thinking about how good your pussy tastes. His fingers fell from his mouth, before he lick his lips.

“It’s 6, I’ll see you in class.” Eren smirked, watching as you watched him leave.

[literaryavenger]

Captain America: Civil War - 5

Summary: Team Cap gets taken to the Raft.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N. A little angst if you squint. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Thank god it took me very little to finish this one! Hope you like it!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

The Raft.

That’s where they sent you after they arrested you in Germany. The fucking Raft.

You haven’t even seen Wanda since you were handed your very unstylish new clothes and they made you change.

You got separated from her when they took you to your cell between Scott's and Sam's. You dread what they're going to do to her, but you're powerless to stop them.

You sit on the ground of your cell and don’t move from there, barely registering what happens around you until the sound of clapping snaps you out of your trance. 

“The Futurist, gentlemen!” Clint shouts but you still don’t move, just listening to the scene. “The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton.” You hear Tony say and almost show some emotion, but stop yourself. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.”

You hear Clint spit and then say “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint interrupts him. “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Y/N, or Wanda. But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law.” Tony says.

“Yeah.” Clint says back and starts chanting “La la la la la” while Tony talks, making you grin slightly.

“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it.” Tony keeps talking. “Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side.” he says and your face falls again immediately, knowing Tony went too far.

“You gotta watch your back with this guy.” Clint says before slamming his hands on the bars angrily. “There's a chance he's gonna break it!”

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” You hear Scott say from the cell on your right.

“Who are you?” Tony says, his voice closer to you than before, and you can hear Scott mumbling “Come on, man.”

Tony gets to your cell and sees you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees tight to your chest, your head resting back on the wall while you look straight ahead.

Tony is nothing short of shocked when he sees your face all beat up and bruised, your arm bandaged with blood seeping through it showing just how big and deep the cut is, all courtesy of Ayo.

“I never wanted to see you like this...” Tony says softly but you don’t even react to his words.

He’s standing in front of you but it’s like he’s not even there, like you’re looking right through him to something more interesting behind him.

Tony sighs and shakes his head before moving to Sam’s cell.

“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks right away.

“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So… fingers cross.” Tony answers and you close your eyes, grateful that he’s still alive at least. “What do you need? They feed you yet?”

“You're the good cop now?” Sam asks almost in disbelief.

“I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.” Tony answers calmly.

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

“Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'.” Tony says, much too playfully for your taste. “We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his next sentence. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

Your eyes snap open at his apology and, even though you can’t see either of them, you know Sam’s feeling the same way as you, which is confirmed by his next sentence. “That's a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-”

“Hey, it's alright.” Sam interrupts him, then you hear him sigh and after a little pause he says “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.” Tony says and Sam proceeds to tell him all about the Hydra base in Siberia and the other supersoldiers.

When Tony leaves, Sam once again tries to make sure you’re okay even if he hasn’t had luck at getting an answer out of you since you got here.

He knocks twice on the wall between you two then pauses and then knocks three more times fast before talking, a thing you two started doing since you both moved into the Avengers Compound so you would know it was the other knocking right away. “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him and can hear him sighing before continuing talking.

“Look, I’m sorry you got caught up in this and-”

“I don’t regret the choice I made, Sam.” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, speaking up for the first time since you got arrested at the airport. “As much as this sucks, it was the right thing to do. I know it was.”

You don’t say anything else. Sam can tell you mean it and he knows better than to push you.

“They’ll be okay.” He says after a moment of silence and then lets you be.

You know he means Steve, Bucky and Tony but you can’t help but think he’s trying to reassure you that Bucky’s gonna be fine.

And you can only hope that he’s right.

-

A couple of weeks after Tony’s visit there’s a commotion in the prison.

You haven’t so much as made a sound since that day, aside from your daily knock on the wall between you and Sam so he can make sure you’re okay, knowing you well enough to know you don’t want to talk but still wanting to check in.

But you can’t help but let out a loud gasp when you see Steve just standing in front of your cells.

You look around when the cell doors open and you hesitantly get up from the floor and walk towards Steve. He hugs Sam, then you, then Clint and then pats Scott on the back, but doesn’t linger long before he’s guiding you towards another level where Wanda is.

You get to her just as the door to her cell opens and you rush inside with Clint to take off her collar while he takes off her straightjacket. You hug her tightly and wrap your arm around her with Clint to help her move you since she looks a little worse for wear.

You manage to move through the prison without problems. You have to hand it to Steve, he’s a hell of a criminal.

When you get to the landing pad you see the Quinjet ready for take off and you all rush inside just to see Bucky at the commands and you smile brightly at the sight.

You have no time to comment, though, as Sam shouts “What are you waiting for?! Go!”

Bucky rolls his eyes but calmly says “We have one more coming.”

You frown. One more? You turn to Steve confusedly but before you can ask anything you can see blond hair darting into the Quinjet and then Natasha’s there.

Bucky instantly takes off and you all take seats and buckle up.

There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes what just happened, but you break it while looking at Natasha that’s sitting directly in front of you.

“Are we gonna talk about the hair?” You ask arching your eyebrow with a smirk.

She groans in annoyance and you can hear the others chuckling while she says “We are not.”

-

After a few hours you all get to a safehouse and Steve ushers you in before showing you around.

It’s not bad: a secluded cabin with three bedrooms, not too big but Steve assured you you wouldn’t be staying there long anyway. Which makes sense, you're on the run now so this is just temporary.

After the tour Bucky approaches you in the living room and only then you notice he’s missing his metal arm.

“You flew the jet with only one arm? That’s impressive…” You can’t help yourself as you reach to touch his left shoulder, your eyes fixated on it. But stop on your tracks when you feel his right hand carefully cupping your cheek.

Your eyes snap up to his and you can see him thoroughly inspecting the wounds in your face that are still healing a little. He grimaces when he looks down at your bandaged arm and whispers “I’m sorry…”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” You smile softly at him and put your hand over his still on your cheek, trying to reassure him that you’re fine.

“I bet you can, doll.” He chuckles.

You’re too busy staring at each other to notice everyone’s attention is on you until Steve clears his throat with an apologetic look on his face.

“We need to go, Buck.” He says and you look confusedly between the two men.

“I’m going back into cryo.” Bucky clarifies for you.

“Oh.” Is all you can say and your eyes widen for a second before you force yourself to put on a more neutral face.

“It’s okay.” He smiles at you, but you feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, doll.”

You try your best to smile and not look too bummed out. “I bet you can, Sergeant.”

You hesitate for a moment before surprising him, the others and even yourself by giving him a hug. He hesitates too before delicately hugging you back and, after a moment, you pull away. 

He smiles at you with a faint blush and you smile back, watching him walk to the door.

Steve passes you on his way to the door and kisses your forehead, whispering “He’ll be okay” before saying goodbye to the rest of the team, assuring you that he’ll be back soon. Then he also goes through the door and soon both the supersoldiers are gone.

You turn around with a sigh and see Sam, Natasha and Clint standing there, grinning at you, Wanda and Scott looking more compassionate than teasing.

You narrow your eyes at the first three and say sternly “Not. A. Word.” punctuating every word by pointing threateningly at each of them.

They raise their hands in mock surrender while snickering but thankfully don’t say anything and everyone just scatters around the safehouse.

You see the Quinjet depart from the window and try your best to look at the bright side: This isn’t forever, you’ll see him again.

Right?

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hold on (brian quinn x reader)

[I know this is a little random but you know what older men do to me. Trigger warning for mild descriptions of sexual assault. This is also posted to the japage3moondog ao3.]

Part One: Hold Me Back

Part Two: Hold Me Down

"So, what would you say is Q's biggest flaw in your relationship?" Joe asked.

"I love him," You answered. "but he can be a little jealous."

"In Q's punishment today," Sal started to explain. "we are going to be exploiting this flaw."

"We're gonna see if we can get him to punch someone in the face basically." Murr joked. 

... 

You had been dating Brian for almost half a year now. He'd kept your relationship pretty much just between the two of you, especially in the early months. The privacy was nice. Even though he wasn't a necessairily big celebrity, he still attracted some publicity and you weren't really the type to enjoy that.

Brian was your dream man. He was almost too good to be true. You could have serious, intelligent conversations with him but he could still make you laugh. He made you feel safe, loved and respected. Every moment with him was a cherished memory. His only real flaw was his jealousy.

Everyone who knew Brian, knew about his possessive tendancies. He would glare at every guy who looked at you when you were out. He was fiercely protective and shut down any joke or jab at your expense. He would keep his arm wrapped tight around your waist in public, keeping you close as possible.

As far as he was concerned, anyone who hung around you for too long was trying to get in your pants. He made it his mission to show those punks that you were happily taken. You knew part of it was just his touch-starved side but there was definitely some underlying insecurity you were trying to work through together.

He made you aware of the implications of dating him from the start - the show, his tight friend group, his insecurities. All thanks to doing a risky 20 questions on your first date. You were grateful that he was upfront, if not intimidated by his honesty.

Meeting the guys was like meeting his parents. It was a little awkward, given how well they knew each other but you got along fairly well. When Murr asked you if you were interested in being featured on his show, you were surprised that they wanted you to be involved.

You had to give it a lot of thought and they had to give you a lot of convincing but eventually you agreed. They were waiting on an episode where Brian would lose so they could use you in the punishment segment. Something involving random strangers hitting on you while Brian was forced to deal. Initially, you were hesitant to touch on such a sensitive part of your relationship but the guys assured you that they'd take the fall if anything went awry.

...

The guys stood outside of the club, riffing while they waited for the shoot to start.

"Q," Murr said, grinning at the camera."you are the loser of today's episode."

"And for your punishment," Sal explained. "you're going to the club!"

Brian rolled his eyes as the other jokers laughed at him.

"Why don't you take a look at this outfit, buddy?" Joe threw clothes at him that landed at his feet. 

Brian picked up the shirt first - a cropped baby tee with the phrase 'SINGLE & READY 2 MINGLE' across the chest and 'GRAB MY ASS 4 MY PHONE #' along the back in pink, puffy paint. He chuckled, comparing the small size of the shirt to his chest. Underneath the shirt, laid a pair of equally small, booty shorts that looked like they would cut off the circulation to his legs. 

"Uh, I don't think these are my size, fellas." Brian said, confused.

"That's 'cause it's not for you," Joe went on, between laughs. "it's for your lovely girlfriend."

Brian's pleasant expression dropped immediately. The thought of a random guy groping you made his blood boil. He subconsciously curled his fingers into tight fists at the hypothetical. 

"While your girlfriend is out making some new friends," Sal laughed. "you're going to be behind the bar of this club behind us." 

"And if you make any drinks wrong," Murr added. "let's just say we'll be upping the anti."

...

You put on the outfit the guys had chosen for you. You had to admit that it felt nice to be part of one of their jokes but you were nervous for the outcome. You checked yourself out in the club bathroom mirror. The shorts clung nicely to the curve of your ass, leaving a cheeky bit of flesh visible. The tshirt barely covered your bra, the text stretched over your chest. You smiled at your appearance, hoping that Brian would get to see you like this. 

You checked the time on your phone, awaiting the start of the punishment. Sal had sent you a text, telling you to sit at the bar but not to order anything yet. You followed the instructions, picking the stool farthest from the noise of the DJ's booth. You were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in dinky bartender's garb.

"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning over the bar to be closer to you. 

"They told me not to get anything yet," You answered. "your outfit's adorable."

"I'd say the same to you if we weren't here right now." He spoke through his teeth. "If anyone even looks at your ass, I swear to god, I'll murder them with my bare hands."

You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this. 

"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."

You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose. 

"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched. 

"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him. 

"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.

"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water. 

Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist. 

"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.

You could see the anger burning in his eyes. His usual big brown irises shone with flicks of colour from the club lights. His brow was furrowed and he was biting the inside of cheek. He was trying to keep true rage a secret, but it was written all over his face. He moved closer to you, his fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. As embarrassing as it was to be the type of couple to make out in public, you knew you both needed this. 

"Hey!" Sal scolded, sitting beside you at the bar. "Cut that out, you're making it seem like she's off the market."

You pulled away, still tasting him on your lips. Brian was already shooting daggers at Sal, exhaling deeply through his nose. 

"Can I get you anything?" Brian asked, his jaw clenched. 

"A beer," Sal said, pulling out his wallet. "and a drink for my lady friend here."

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose before pouring Sal a beer and slamming it down on the table in front of him. 

"What would you like, baby?" He turned to you, placing his hand on yours.

"Just a water please." You answered as he slid you a bottle of water. 

Sal put down a ten dollar bill and slid an arm around your waist. 

"Why don't we hit the dance floor?" Sal set your drink down and you followed him away from the bar, but still in Brian's field of view.

You looked back at Brian, shooting him a sympathetic look as you danced with Sal. 

"It's a pity we haven't spoken much before this." He said, twirling you to the music. "It does make this funnier though."

"Are guys really going to grab my ass?" You asked nervously. "I don't want Brian to catch a charge."

"It'll be fine, I'm here to make sure nothing gets too crazy," He assured you. "just relax and have fun."

You did your best to listen to him and focus on the music. You didn't go out often, especially not out to clubs, so getting to dance around was a treat. The music wasn't what you'd usually enjoy but there was something about the lights and the people around you that just made it perfect. Sal would shoot you a comforting grin every now and then, reminding you of the joke. 

It took barely twenty minutes for the first guy to grab your ass. If you hadn't felt it, Brian shattering a beer glass against the bar would've felt it for you. You turned around to a stranger holding up his phone with his contacts open. Out of shock, you put in a bunch of random numbers so he'd go away. You looked back at Sal, jaw still grazing the floor. He had his fist in his mouth, cackling away. 

You turned to see Brian trying to jump over the bar, Joe and Murr holding him back to prevent the murder that was about to occur. You mouthed at him that you were okay but the distance between you made it unintelligible. You tried to walk back over to him but Sal pulled you back.

"I'll talk to him, just wait here." He said. "Murr'll come over, we'll switch places."

You were definitely more stiff without the security of Sal by your side but Murr didn't make it a long wait. You were just waiting for the punishment to be over, trying to enjoy what you could.

"Q is totally going to kill someone tonight." Murr laughed.

You looked back at your boyfriend, Joe and Sal calming him down. 

"How many guys have to grope me before this is over?" You asked.

"Only a couple more," He answered. "do me a favour, give the next guy Q's number."

You giggled at the thought of Brian getting a late night text from a horny stranger. The next guy looked about half your size and you could feel his hands shake even though the touch was only for a second. You dutifully put Brian's number in as your contact, leaving a winky emoticon next to some made up name. You didn't even have to turn around to know that Brian was fuming. Murr looked like he was about to die of laughter. You giggled along too, the humour of douchebags thinking they had a chance with you forcing up a chuckle.

The final switch was made, Joe taking Murr's place. He awkwardly danced next to you, glancing at Brian every so often. 

"You having a good time?" He asked.

"I'm alright," You shrugged. "but, I'm a little worried about Brian's blood pressure."

"We'll get him on pills." Joe joked, making you laugh.

"Hey, baby." A stranger came up behind you and pulled you up against him by your hips. You froze for a moment, in shock of what just happened. After the realisation hit, you turned around slapping the man across the face. 

"Where's my number?!" The guy snapped. 

Joe signalled over club security, pulling you away from the creepy guy. The bouncer

"Holy shit," Joe said. "are you okay?"

"I'll live," You answered honestly. "I knew it was a possibility, I'm fine, really."

Brian rushed over to you, hugging you as tightly as possible. You reciprocated the embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him hold you. You could feel his rapid heartbeat thud against your chest. His breathing steadily evened out as he held you.

"God almighty, sweetheart," He whispered in your ear. "I'll never let that happen again."

"It's okay, Brian, I'm yours" You assured him. "I'll always be yours."

When you pulled away from the hug, you saw the guys huddled around you, looking shaken up. 

"Is everything cool?" Sal offered you a sympathetic look. "We don't have to air this."

"Yeah, we can always put him in a cage with spiders." Murr joked. 

"No, you should use this for the show," You said. "it's funny."

"You guys can head home," Joe made shooing motions. "we'll stay and film the outro."

Brian nodded at them, sliding his arm around your waist as he led you to the car. You rested your head on his shoulder, relieved to feel his hands on you instead of some perverted stranger. You breathed in his cologne while he gently rubbed your side. 

"I really am fine." You said, looking up at Brian.

"I know, I know," He spoke gently. "you just seem cold. I can feel your goosebumps, honey."

He opened the passanger door for you, giving you a chaste kiss before getting in the car himself. He rested his hand on your thigh while he drove. You leaned against the window, listening to him hum along to the radio. You could still see a glint of anger in his eyes.

"Just so you know," He made eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. "I'm going to destroy your ass when we get home."

[luvring]

heyy l love ur all your touchstarved hcs and I was wondering if you could write anything for ais? if you’ve done him already could you do leander? thank youu <3

GENERAL AIS HCS

gn!reader | OF COURSEE my babygirl & thank u omg IM GLAD U GUYS LIKE THEM !!🫶 i'll probably make a separate leander post + posts for the others too tbh

you see it in the demo but he's so so happy to see you get along with princess + any other pets 🙁 personally i need a scene where they go to you instead of him and he pretends to be offended.

"after all i've done for you?" he asks before squatting beside you. his eyes flicker over to you before he joins in petting them. "guess i can't blame you, though."

ais teaching them tricks and grinning and saying good job and laughing when they jump on him for a reward. him teaching princess a trick and secretly being very excited to show you because he wants to see your reaction🙁💔

ONE LAST PET NOTE but i need to know what other names he's thought of because he totally looks like he'd give a big scary pet the silliest name ever. peak entertainment for him

if you know any other languages he'd love to learn some phrases!! yes i mean insults for others and nicknames for you. ais loves using them on like,, leander,, who's like What? so he can go "Wouldn't you like to know."

would be very amused if you dyed your hair to match his. calls you a copycat but if you threatened to redye it he'd get more annoying (said lovingly)

does the thing where he leans in really close as if he's gonna kiss you then doesn't. he reaches to grab something behind you and moves away while grinning

he likes listening to you talk about your interests and makes sure to remember important details. casually osmosis's (???) your interests and opinions even if he's never touched it himself

pulling him closer by his clothes or necklaces gets him. Interested.

the pocky game. he takes huge bites and kisses you or gets so incredibly close everyone's just like oh shut up. takes the stick that's a centimeter long between his fingers and goes "i think we got an inch left"

the type of guy who if you wordlessly hugged him would be like "miss me that much?" but have a noticeably firm hold around you because he Is a little worried about why you're hugging him. if you sincerely say yes, his eyes and voice soften when he says "well, good thing i'm here now."

he's confident and totally trusts you but he also finds it incredibly amusing to walk up and kiss you or wrap an arm around your waist if he sees someone try hitting on you. asks "hey, babe, who's this?" while staring right at them. Won't be nice if the person's an ass though

not afraid of pda. you could literally be clinging on to him and he wouldn't mind.

one of the guys who'd carry your silly looking bag without hesitation

you could say "oh try this," about a silly little heart headband and he'd let you put it on as long as he can give You one. "now we match," he says with a grin. take a picture together and set it as his lock screen and he won't change it for ages

looks like a guy who will drape himself on top of you if you're in bed or on the couch. the type of guy who when you say you need to go pee says okay i'll come with you before you shove him

^ likes it when you hold him and just play with his hair or trace things along is back. he plays that game where he tries to guess what you're writing and is ? weirdly good at it ?

if you made a playlist for him he'd listen to it whenever he misses you

also if you have spotify he always checks your profile. you say "i need to know who's liking my playlists" and he's like yeah they must have a crush on you. it's literally him though

sends you shit like this and says you @ me / us / etc because he's annoying and also correct. ais at the peak of the "you want me so bad" jokes would be on top of the world

[gaysindistress]

Связи (n.) connections - five

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

Pairings: mob!bucky x reader Summary: “Did you think you could hide from us? That’s adorable, little one. There’s no where on this planet where you could hide from the Shostakov Bratva and even if you did manage to evade us, the Barnes Bratva would find you. Your связи, your connections, will always come back to haunt you, Y/N.” Word count: 2.5 k Warnings: cursing gaysindistress masterlist | four | series masterlist

He fucking called me by her nickname; Lisichka. 

As if forcing me to marry him, comforting me the way he used to for her, and then trying to lie to me by saying they were never together wasn’t enough. I know I told myself that I could let him love a ghost but this is too much. I can’t be her replacement. 

His eyes flash for a moment before he follows me and has a door slammed in his face. It immediately opens and the sight of him standing in my doorway pisses me off to no end. 

“Get out,” I grit out and my fingers itch for the department issued gun that’s locked in my nightstand drawer. 

Ever the quiet and observing man, he narrows his eyes at me and then scans the room before shouldering even further in. We both know I wouldn’t make it to my nightstand before he could draw his own weapon or tackle me. So I have to let him in even if it makes my stomach rotten at the idea of having him in the same room as me after calling me her pet name. 

“Get the fuck out.”

“Ask nicely.”

“We’re past pleasantries, your royal high-ass.”

“That’s an interesting nickname,” he chuckles. The sound is half mocking and half sinister. How my sister ever put up with him and how I ever had a crush on him is beyond me. 

“I have plenty more where that came from,” I snapped at him and then pointed to the door, “now get out.”

He makes a show of looking over his shoulder at the door before taking another step closer to me, “and I said to ask nicely.” 

“Maybe,” I start and step closer to him as well, “ if you weren’t the world’s biggest fucking asshole, I would but you are and I’m on edge so get the fuck out now.”

Amusement flickers on his face before it fades back into his usual stone cold expression. “Tell me why you stormed off and then I will.”

A sarcastic laugh explodes from me before I can stop it. “Like it really fucking matters to you,” I scoff and turn away to put as much space between us as possible. His cologne, his presence, his fucking stare is too overwhelming. “You can say you weren’t together but we all know that’s a lie. I know that’s a lie. You haven’t had any trouble telling me the truth even when it fucking hurts so what’s different now? Why can’t you just admit that there was something between the two of you and  just… just stop pretending that I’m her.” 

That last word is weaker and much quieter than I meant but he heard me. The whole penthouse could’ve heard me with how eerily silent and echoing it is. 

It's penetrative, the silence. All consuming and forceful as it finds a way into every square inch of the room and leaves nothing left untouched by its cold hands. Before I was adopted, I would pretend the silence and I were friends as I stared into the dark void of night as I laid in bed. The other girls were afraid of me because I wasn’t scared of the dark like them but it was due to their fear that I wasn’t scared. When you’re left alone with nothing but gut wrenching silence and aching isolation, it should be no surprise that you’d make friends with it. 

Now it feels like my old friends have turned their backs on me and taken the side of Bucky. What rotten creatures they all are. 

“You want the truth about nat and I? We were never together because of you. She knew that you had some stupid teenage girl crush on me and she knew that it would break you if we got together. She refused to let some guy, as she put it, get between the two of you. Believe me, I’m not pretending that you’re her.”

I suck in a shuddering breath. It feels like a punch to the face but it shouldn’t. I don’t care about him. I don’t care about this marriage. I shouldn’t care that his harsh tone makes me feel like a child again or that it was me that kept them apart. 

I shouldn’t care. 

“Now tell me why you stormed off.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I mutter under my breath. I drop onto my bed and fiddle with the unraveling end of a blanket, dragging it into my lap as I try to tuck it back into place. The blues, reds, and creams make me think Steve made this one but the shooty handiwork tells me that it was me with his guidance. 

Bucky’s footsteps are silent as he enters my view and crouches in front of me. Thank god he doesn’t touch me but his body still cages me in so if I tried to get up, I’d run right into his chest. 

“Lisichka.”

I try to suppress my flinch but he sees it. The deep sigh he lets out tells me that he was testing me and got the answer he wasn’t hoping for. 

“You can’t treat me like her and then say that you’re not doing just that.” I can’t bring myself to look at him so I stare at the blanket in my lap. “You’ve completely destroyed my life in a matter of weeks. The least you could do is treat me with some respect and leave me alone.”

“Is that what you want? For me to give you space?”

I break my fixation and find him already staring intently at me. 

“No. I want to put a bullet in you and watch you bleed out. Then I want to walk out that door,” I tell him with a shaking voice  as I point to the door behind him, “and never look back because I’d have control over my life again. I want to disappear into the world and have peace of mind knowing that you paid for all of the shit that you’ve done to the world, to my sister, to me.”

My cruel words don’t seem to affect him. “I’ll make you another deal; after all of this is said and done, I’ll let you do that. Tomorrow I’ll have Sam set up a fund for you so that you won’t have to worry about money.” 

I narrow my eyes at him as they dart between him, searching for any hint of his silver tongued ways. 

“I’m going to kill you, James Buchanan Barnes. Whether it be for business or for pleasure, I will kill you.”

He holds my stare as he accepts my promise, “and I’ll be waiting with open arms.”

Wanda is by far the most intimidating woman I’ve met besides my mother and sisters. She commands a room to be silent by simply clearing her throat and makes even the most egotistical of men shrink under her sharp gaze. She’s watching me with unwavering eyes as she hums along with someone on the phone. When she sets the phone back on the receiver, she rolls her eyes and rubs her eyebrow. 

“Why is it that everyone is so damn incompetent? Hm? Why can’t people just do their jobs without having to be babysat? I’m over it, y/n, I’m over it.” She sighs and leans back into her chair. “But you, you’ve always done what I asked and I wouldn’t hear from you until you gave me the report.”

“Why am I here?” I know better than to cut off her monologues but I don’t have the patience anymore. 

“I can’t move Carol off the case but I don’t want her anywhere near you. She’s a loose fucking cannon and I don’t want to deal with her overprotective attitude right now. I’m sending you undercover with minimal contact.”

Shifting in my uncomfortable chair, I furrow my brows at her, “what do you mean undercover?”

“Well obviously you can’t go in under an assumed identity but I’m orchestrating your public termination so you can do a deep dive and get the evidence I need to arrest Alexei.”

“My public termination?” I blink at her with mild surprise. “You're going to ruin my reputation and any chance I have to come back to a normal life after this if you do that.”

Wanda’s eyes harden, “y/n you’re so beautiful but so naive. This operation has been in the works since the moment you stepped foot in America. Every move that you’ve made has been because I made it happen. Every thought you’ve had has been because I’ve planted it there. Everything that’s happened from then to now has been my doing. Ive spent years plucking strings and pulling favors and I will not let you of all people fuck this up for me now. You’re going to be terminated and it will be all over the papers so that no one even bats an eye. You will find me the fucking paper trail that leads to Alexei’s shipments and connects him to Dreykov’s murder and you will do it with a fucking smile.”

I now have four people on my shit list; my father, my husband, my ex girlfriend, and this red headed fed. 

I can’t even be upset by yet another shitty revelation about how my life has been a lie. Just as she put it, I’m over it, Wanda I’m over it. 

A sigh isn’t enough to describe the way I push out all of the air from my lungs. I remind myself of a disappointed dad but then again my father is the disappointment in our relationship. 

“Anything else you want from me? My right lung? My kidney? My heart?”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Wanda scoffs lightly and waves me off. “If I wanted those, I would’ve taken them already.”

“Well,” I click my tongue and push out of my chair, “if that’s all, then I’m going to use my savings to buy all the strippers and blow money can buy.”

Wanda gives me a bored and almost annoyed look. “Dont fuck this up and definitely dont do that. I won’t bail you out of jail or let anyone else for that matter.”

“At this point being locked up would be preferable to the shitshow you’ve made out of my life. At least there I could get some fucking peace and quiet.”

With that I walk out of her office and nearly run into the third person on my shit list; Carol. 

“Oh for the love of god,” I mumble under my breath and slide past her. She goes to grab my arm and before I can even realize what I’m doing, I have my gun drawn on her and the entire precinct is on high alert. 

“Y/N stand down.” Tony’s voice is uncharacteristically soft as he approaches from behind. His hands are out in front of me to show he’s not a threat and I immediately drop my stance to hand him the gun. My eyes are still on Carol as I let Tony disarm and cuff me. He goes to pull me away after the tight metal is around my wrists but I hold my position. 

I mumbled “пошла на хуй” before spitting at her feet. Tony gives my bound arms a sharp tug. The disgusted look on Carol’s face satisfies the Shostakov in me and I half stumble over myself to follow after the police captain. 

I catch Wanda’s eye on the way to Tony’s office. She’s pleased but is trying to hide it. 

Good. I just made her job that much easier. 

“You got yourself fired?” 

Rubbing at my sore wrists, I roll my eyes at Sam’s question. “No, I was actually promoted. I’m now the chief of police for all of the NYPD.”

“I could do without the sarcasm, fuck stick,” he grumbles back as he makes a hard left turn, sending me flying around in the backseat. 

“And I could do with the rude names and being thrown around like I’m a pinball.”

“Don’t be an ass to me then.”

“It goes both ways.”

“Enough both of you,” Bucky finally groans from the passenger seat. He twists in his seat enough to point at me, “and you need to cap your anger issues. The last few outbursts may have worked in your favor but it isn't going to go your way every time. Like it or not, you’re expected to be the face of my Bravta as my advisor as well as my wife.”

“пошла на хуй.”

Bucky’s brows furrow at the insult, “пошла на хуй? Seriously Y/N?”

“Oh was I not clear enough the first time? I’ll say it in English then; go fuck yourself.” 

Sam stifles a chuckle and is rewarded with a hard glare from Bucky. 

“Think about it; after being MIA for years, the lost Shostakov daughter turns up in the NYPD with an incredibly successful career and is known for working with the feds but now she wants back in? Doesn't that all seem suspicious to you? Everyone is going to be watching you and looking for a reason to kill you before Antonia does.” 

“I don’t need your advice, Bucky. I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you though? Does that fed Wanda or your captain Anthony know what they’re getting themselves into?”

 “There’s a difference,” I spit out while years of unchecked teenage rage that was never released comes to the surface, “Alexei is my father. I know how his mind works. I know his weaknesses and his strengths. I know who he’s going to trust and who he won’t. I know how he likes his morning coffee. I even know when he’s going to shit for god's sake.”

Bucky isn’t impressed by me at all. But then again this is the king of being cold and indifferent we’re talking about here. He’s also single handedly the most attractive yet infuriating man I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to kiss someone as badly as I do him while also wanting to break his nose. It’s truly my worst nightmare. 

“Are you done?” 

My face screws up in shock and pure rage. “What the fuck kind of question is that? ‘Are you done?’ You Козёл, I should cut your fucking…”

Sam can’t contain his laughter anymore and lets it all out. My husband joins in with his own laughter and my jaw drops from their audacity. 

I’ve apparently lost the ability to intimidate people so I cross my arms over my chest and slump back into the seat. 

“I’m glad you two can find the humor in all of this.” 

Their laughter doesn’t stop but it lessens to mere chuckles and Sam even wipes a few tears away. Bucky turns to face me again and is greeted with a death stare to rival Nesta Acheron’s. 

“You called me a goat. You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have laughed if the roles were reversed.” He says in a breathy tone. I only hardened my glare. “I’m sorry, okay? It wasn’t right to laugh at that but y/n, you need to watch your back. I need you to watch your back.�� 

Quite frankly I don’t care what he wants or needs. I don’t care what anyone else thinks anymore. If I’m expected to play the part of Alexei’s daughter and Bucky’s wife then fine, I’ll do it but it's going to be on my terms.

[freshlove-sturn]

experience

part 1

matt sturniolo x reader

a/n: surprise 😋

summary: y/n heads off to college in a few weeks. the only problem? she knew next to nothing about any physical interactions. no sex. no kisses. nothing. so what happens when her best friend, matt, knows just the way to fix her dilemma?

reader pov

“matt i don’t even know what to pack” i look up at matt, who was laying on my bed, throwing my hands down in defeat as i sat with my suitcase open, clothes scattered all over the floor.

“i think you’ve got a good start.” he gestures to the items that were neatly folded inside the suitcase.

“this is stressful.” i sigh, rubbing my hands down my face.

“you’ll be alright. i promise” he assures me. i roll my eyes.

“you don’t know that.” i retort.

“yes i do. i wouldn’t promise you if i didn’t. what about it is stressing you out?” he turns his phone down and adjusts his position on the bed to completely face me.

“all of it.” i reply bluntly.

“well can you be more specific so i can at least try to help you?” matt questions.

i really didn’t want to tell him one of the main reasons why i was stressed out. i’m not even sure if “stress” is the word for it.

truth be told, i’m the most inexperienced person i know. i’ve never had a boyfriend. i’ve never kissed anyone. i’ve never had sex. nothing.

and now in a few weeks i was getting thrown right into college life.

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t feel insecure about it. i knew that everyone around me was going to have at the very least a kiss under their belt. not me though.

there was going to be a whole new display of men at my disposal, and along with that, a whole new group of pretty, experienced girls.

i felt pathetic.

but how could i admit to my childhood best friend that i was stressed out about going to college because i was a virgin? that i had never felt the touch of a man?

but it was matt. i told matt everything. always have. always will.

without even thinking, i blurt “i’m a virgin.”

“what?” matt’s eyes widen at my confession.

“i’ve never had sex. i’ve never been kissed. i’ve never even had a boyfriend, matt. i feel like a child.” i explain, matt’s eyes never leaving mine.

“you don’t have to have done any of those things to be ‘cool’ y/n/n.” his voice was soft and reassuring.

“that’s easy for you to say matt. you have girls practically worshipping the ground you walk on just for a chance with you.” he didn’t get it. he has had girlfriends. he has had kisses. he’s had sex. i didn’t have that.

“who’s to say you don’t have guys doing the same for you?” he raises an eyebrow at me.

“oh really? name one.” i insist.

“oh i can name several. brandon jones bought you 12 of those goofy ass over priced roses that student council was selling for valentine’s day and asked you to prom. you turned down all of his advances. 8th grade, when we were playing spin the bottle in nate’s basement, aiden griffin begged you to play, and when you said no, he didn’t play either.” he holds up a finger for each boy he recalls.

“that’s only two. plus, i hate roses and i always go to dances with you. and also, i didn’t exactly want to have my first kiss with anyone on your hockey team.” i defend.

“you didn’t let me finish.” he hushes me. “jack waters asked you out 4 times and you said no every. single. time.”

“okay okay i get it” i grumble, praying he would shut up.

he was right. i never even gave anyone a chance. it was my fault i had such a lack of experience. there was plenty of opportunity.

which is why i wasn’t even sure why i was sitting here, wallowing in self pity over things i could’ve done ages ago had i not rejected any boy who showed interest in me. until now, guys and everything that came along with that just didn’t seem like a priority to me. i had my best friend, who treated me perfect, and that was enough for me. matt would be there any time a boy made me cry. he would hold me and tell me that they aren’t worth my time, that i deserved the world. i whole heartedly believed anything that came out of his mouth, which i can only assume is partially to blame for my ridiculous standards.

matt treated me like a princess. matt tied my shoes when i was little and didn’t know how, matt was patient when i was learning how to ride my bike without training wheels, matt would eat the green and purple skittles because he knew i only liked the red and orange, matt knew the sidewalk rule, matt covered the edge of the table with his hand when i would drop something underneath so i wouldn’t hit my head when i came back up, matt went all out for my birthday each year, matt had gotten me flowers and chocolate for valentine’s day every year since we were 7. matt did it all.

matt was the best friend i could ever ask for.

he would do anything for me.

which was exactly why, despite my outward reaction, i wasn’t at all surprised by this proposal.

“what if i helped you? i teach you how to do all the things before you got to college so you aren’t going in there blind.”

“like as in-“ i speak slow and unsurely before he cut me off.

“like as in kiss you, have sex with you, what ever you think you need to know before you leave. we can start small and work our way up.” he stares at me intently, as if he was trying to read my face.

“are you sure?” i question.

“if that’s what you want. i want to help you. that’s what friends are for anyway, right? making each other feel good?”

sure, friends are supposed to make each other “feel good”. but by doing friend things.

not sex.

no strings attached though, right? strictly business. people do friends with benefits all the time.

it couldn’t hurt.

matt’s my best friend. he just wants to help me out. friends help each other.

that’s what this is. help.

helping me reach an orgasm.

“nothing has to change between us. we will still be best friends. you don’t have to say yes. if you don’t want to do it, we can just forget thing conversation ever happened alright? i just want you to be comfortable.” he explains.

“deal.” i hold my hand out.

“deal.” he grabs my hand and shakes it.

“but if you’re having doubts, or feelings get involved, or anything goes wrong, we have to cut it off okay?” i narrow my eyes at him. i needed him to know i was serious about our friendship. i could t lose him just because i felt like a helpless virgin.

“got it” he nods.

“so, when should this whole thing start?” i cock my head to the side.

matt leans down from his position on my bed, places his hand on my cheek and slowly leans in.

“here.” he says as his lips ghost over mine.

before i say a word, our lips connect. my eyes go wide for a second before i relax into the kiss. his lips were just as soft as they looked.

i was having my first kiss.

with my best friend.

holy fuck.

a/n: I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS AHH. i’m kind of excited for this series. lmk how you’re feeling so far 😋😋

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[callmeoncette]

Do u take requests?

if u do can you make hobie brown x black reader where she beats the fuck out of this girl for flirting with her man. Like he clearly not interested, but she keeps insisting and then talks shit abt reader and reader goes ballistic on her ass.

thanks boo😘

Invited To The Cookout

Hobie x fem!black!reader

I remember someone mentioned they’d like to see him in a black southern cookout setting so I just mashed the two together if that’s okay with you!

Warnings: fighting, use of the n word, and a bit of suggestiveness at the end and I think that bout it

Hobie plucked away on his guitar, occasionally dodging a shirt or skirt, as he waited for you to get ready to go to one of your family’s many cookouts during the summer. He dressed casually. Black chucks, ripped up jeans with a few chains dangling, and a breezy band shirt because he learned very quickly that the southern heat in your dimension was nothing to mess with.

He smiled softly as he listened to you talk on FaceTime with your favorite cousin, who he mainly knew went by the nickname Bookie, trying to catch up on drama and coordinate your outfits. Your accent sounding thicker than normal as you two conversed.

“No cuz why my brother lie to that girl and tell her he was watching my baby? That negro ain’ watch shit but the back of his muthafuckin’ eyelids!” Your cousin said through the phone doing her hair

“He so weird for that like if you ain’ wanna go wit’ the girl just tell her…” you then smirked a bit and got closer to the camera, “I used to do that shit too tho’ I ain’t gonna’ lie.” You cackled like you’d list your mind. You then held up a large shirt and a pair of custom air force’s, “you think I should jus’ do these wit’ summ biker shorts? They go wit’ the colors Bee got on…” Bookie perked up, “oh my friend comin’?! HEY HOBIE!!” She yelled excited into the phone. He walked over to where you were and waved, the both of you laughing at her antics. She dropped her phone and the screen was black for a bit before she lifted it again to show her face along with a sweet baby girl’s, “Lala look! Its Hobie!” The baby babbling excitedly. You ‘awed’ softly at the sight before it was interrupted by your cousin pulling a confused face as she mumbled along reading something. Her face then fell as she groaned. Hobie quirked a brow while you asked her what was wrong, “Maggie bringin’ Tisha. You gon’ see yo bestie girl!” She laughed. Your face fell, “Stop playin’ wit’ me Bookie. You know I don’t like that girl.”

Hobie looked at your irritated face in confusion. You’d never mentioned the girl before but there’s clearly some history between the two of you. “Well alright…I’ll see you when you get at Granny’s girl. Khalil just got home from work so imma fix him a lil summ before we go.” Bookie said as her boyfriend walked behind her placing a kiss on the top of her head. You said your goodbye and hung up, laying your phone down a bit aggressively.

He stood behind you as silence took over. A pout on your face as you started doing your hair. His fingers drummed on his pants, “right, so who’s Tisha?” His voice is normally cool with a tinge of curiosity only you could pick up. You sighed a bit while rolling your eyes at the mention of her, “this bobble head bitch I can’t stand! Me and her been beefing since middle school.” you roughly brushed out your hair before he took the tool from your hands. He nodded, “the anarchist in me is screamin’ to tell you to fuck up the slag but I know you been wantin’ me to come to your ends and meet your fam’. ‘Ow bout we just avoid her and ‘ave a good time, yeah?” A soft kissed placed on your forehead, then your cheek, then your nose. You giggled lightly and pushed his face away, “okay! Okay fine! Now lemme hurry up an’ finish cuz we gotta pick up the drinks.” You say with a small smile.

———

You guys pulled up to your family home. The house wasn’t large and grand but the energy of it and the land made up for it. The yard and backyard was full of your relatives who waved and stared as you got out with Hobie. He looked around at everyone and let out a low whistle at the sight. He felt a familiar tingle and turn to see your cousin’s boyfriend holding their one year old, “it’s a lot right? I still be stuck everytime we come to one of these.” Khalil said with baby Jayla on his hip. Hobie hummed while he dapped the man up, “my guy!” He then squinted as he looked around, “she always said ‘er fam’ was bare big. Just didn’t think it was this big.” Khalil nodded, his locs swinging, “yeah they all hella cool tho’ ‘cept for like a few. [name] prolly explain that to you tho’ so…” the man shrugged lightly making his daughter laugh.

You walked up to the boys with Bookie laughing. She quickly held Khalil’s hand and turned to you, “c’mon girl. You know we gotta speak to Granny and Gran before anybody else.” She said to which you nodded knowing that in your family you spoke to the matriarchs first. It wasn’t really a rule, more so something you just did. You two led the way to the porch of the house where your great grandmother sat in a rocking chair with a thin blanket over her lap. She slowly turned to peer at your group and you spoke up first, “hey Gran.” She squinted with a frail smile, “hey, w-who you baby?” She asked, confused. “It’s [name], [mother’s name] daughter? I’m one of your great grandkids.” A bright smile come on her face as well as a look of realization. She nodded, “yes! I remember honey. How you been?” She asked but before you could answer her attention turned to Hobie who awkwardly stood beside you, “oh. He one my grands too?” You all laughed a bit. You shook you head and gently corrected her, “no Gran. He’s my boyfriend.” She nodded “I thought so. Too tall to be one of mine.” You giggled again and hugged her, “imma go see Granny now okay? It was good talkin’ to you.” You then led Hobie into the house while your cousin had her time with the woman.

“She’s a peach. ‘Ow old she anyways?” Hobie had thrown an arm over your shoulders and leaned down closer to you. You rolled your eyes, “you not supposed to ask a lady her age.” He pulled you closer, “yeah, but I didn’t ask the lady I asked someone else. Bit of a loophole, innit?” You sucked you teeth and pushed him with a laugh. “She’s 97.” He let out a low whistle, “97 years. That’s mad long!” He said in a bit of disbelief. You held the hand of the arm thrown over your shoulders and hummed in agreement walking to the kitchen where you knew your favorite woman was.

There she stood cutting up cheese for the macaroni while she hummed along with a song by Big Jay McNeely. Seeing her made you feel like a little girl again. How you always nagged her while she cooked and she’d answer your questions without missing a beat.

“Hey Granny.”

She looked up and broke out into a smile. She came over and hugged you tightly, “oh my sweet girl!” She pulled back and looked you up and down, “lemme get a good look atcha!” She hummed happily. Her eyes drifted to Hobie, “and who is this handsome young man?” A welcoming smile on her face. “This is Hobie Granny. My boyfriend.” He stuck out his hand, “it’s nice to meet yo-oh!” Your grandmother had yanked him into a tight hug. She pulled back up looked up at him, “oh so tall! My grandbabies pickin’ right might finally get some height in this family.” She squinted as she peered at his piercings, “all these piercings don’t that hurt sweetie?” You sigh and save Hobie pulling him back to your side, “Granny.” She waved you off, “I know. He’s still very nice on the eyes.” She smirked. She then looked back to Hobie, “now. Thought I heard an accent in there. Where you from?” “London ma’am.” He replied respectfully. She nodded, “okay, okay. Well I hope you hungry cuz I’m almost done in here.” “Smells bangin’. Can’t wait to eat it.”

Before anyone could say anything else Bookie came in, “Granny I brought your only great grand can I get the first plate?”

“Girl!”

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Hobie sat down beside you at the picnic table eating. In front of the two of you was your cousin and her crew. As he ate he kept feeling someone’s eyes on him and every time he looked up it was the same girl. She was white from what he could tell, had black hair to her shoulders with her edges done, a septum, and over lined lips with lipliner and gloss combo you usually used. She would smirk whenever their eyes met but it never went further than that.

Once everyone finished eating you turned to him wiping the corner of his mouth, “want some dessert baby?” He smiled softly, “that’d be lovely, doll.”. Bookie stood with you also going to get some while Khalil went off to change Jayla leaving the punk alone. That is until the mystery girl sat herself beside him a little too close for comfort.

“Hey.” Her tone making him scoot over a bit.

“Uh hi.” He said before pulling out his phone hoping she wouldn’t continue talking but of course luck wasn’t on his side. “I saw you wit’ [name]…” she her name with a smidge of venom that he caught, “y’all like friends or summ?” He continued scrolling on his phone but answered her, “bit more than that, mate.” She sucked her teeth in annoyance, “what wrong wit’ you? She don’t let you have friends?”

“Not with bitches holding onto that one black grandma like their life depends on it.” Oh thank goodness for Bookie.

You stood beside her with a stank face and two bowls of banana pudding. You placed one in front of him and placed yours at your seat but chose to stand and stare at the girl.

“You know you don’t talk like that in real life Tisha.”

Oh fuck.

The girl stayed at her seat beside Hobie and rolled her eyes, “whatever girl. He ain’t yo nigga. Yours busy with that baby so worry ‘bout that!”

Everyone started taking notice of the discussion. Tisha’s friends, including a distant cousin of yours, coming over.

Bookie screwed her face up and almost lept across the table till Khalil swooped in, “mention my kid again and I promise you. He ain’t gon be able to keep me from you.” She growled.

You glared at the girl, “he ain’t hers but he mine and he clearly don’t wanna talk to you. I suggest you stop sayin’ nigga by the way before actual niggas tag yo head.”

“She’s part black…”

“Shut yo dumbass up Maggie oh my god!”

“I think he can speak for himself.” Tisha said snidely.

It happened so fast but it also felt like slow motion. Even with his spidey sense Hobie didn’t see the attack coming.

After her snide remark you promptly dragged Tisha from the table and commenced to beating dat ass! Like you really whooped that hoe! Walked that girl like a dog! Honestly you should be ashamed of yourself. Shame on you [name]. Shame! Why you do that girl like that?!

When you finally got dragged off of her by Hobie who whispered in your ear trying to calm you down she was just a mess on the ground. Her wig as gone, she was missing a sandal, she had holes all in her leggings, and as much as she tried to cover it she had a knot and black eye.

Everyone whispered around shocked before one of you uncles spoke up, “aight now. Someone get the girl up off the flo’. Get her on home.” He said as her friends came to her aid. He shook his head mumbling, “shouldn’t been talkin’ shit.”

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You sat at the kitchen table hissing in pain, “ow! That hurts Hobes!” He sucked his teeth, “oi, pipe down Mayweather. It’s not that bad.” He said as he internally winced, putting bandaids on your fingers where your nails broke off too close. You pouted before looking at him as he carefully worked, “I’m sorry I did that.” The man snorted before actually full blown laugh. “What are you apologizin’ for? Did wha’ you had to do, yeah?” His tone is light and playful. He then smirked, “it was a bit hot too…” he kissed your hands as he placed the last bandage. You looked at him with low eyes, “oh yeah?” “Yeah…”

“Ouuuu y’all in Granny kitchen being nasty!”

“You have a whole baby??? Get out???”

“Okay but lemme get summ of that potato salad behind you before I go.”

“BOOKIE!”

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Bron Breakker x Reader●

Summary: You are a NXT wrestler. Ava suggests that Bron come talk to you about accompanying him to the ring.

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Slinging my leather jacket over my shoulder, I walk into my locker room, seeing Bron Breakker standing there talking on the phone. The camera man is standing in the doorway. I set my bag and jacket on the couch. He looks over at me.

"Yeah. She just got here. Yup. See ya later."

I walk up to him looking up at him.

"Who was that and why are you here?"

"It was Ava. She suggested that I come talk to your gorgeous self."

He runs his hand along my jawline and I make a confused face looking at him.

"Why?"

"I need someone to accompany me to the ring tonight against Josh Briggs with Fallon Henley."

I look up at him and smirk.

"I thought you hated me?"

I put my hand on his chest looking up at him smirking.

"Things... change..."

He mumbles trying not to blush. I giggle looking up at him.

"You're cute when you don't want to admit things out loud, you know that? Go on, just say you love me."

He grabs my waist, pulling me into him and his face is inches away from my face.

"Good work guys. That's a wrap."

The camera guy yells but me and Bron stay as we are staring into each other's eyes. The camera guys grab their stuff and leave. I smirk looking up at him and he lets go of my waist still looking into my eyes.

"Was that just for TV or are you really interested in me?"

I cross my arms looking up at him. He smirks, running his fingers along my jawline again.

"I have been interested in you since you first started in NXT."

"Really? What was so interesting?"

"Well, for starters, you are amazing in the ring. We have very similar wrestling styles. Second, you in your leather jacket."

He does a chef's kiss, looking at me. I laugh, blushing looking away from him.

"And third, you work really hard and have a lot of passion for pro wrestling."

"Thank you Bron. That means a lot. Off topic, but can I kick Fallon's ass tonight?"

"Duh babycakes!"

I giggle, looking away feeling my face turning red at the flirty name.

"Let me go get changed."

"Here. Take this."

He throws me a blue "I got that dog in me" shirt. I catch it and shake my head walking into the bathroom. I change into jeans, his shirt which I cut up into a crop top, and some black leather platform boots. I let my hair down out of my ponytail and shake it a little. I walk out of the bathroom seeing Bron sitting on the couch, on his phone.

"How does this look?"

He looks up at me, drops his phone out of his hand, his eyes go wide and his jaw drops.

"You look.... amazing."

"Thank you."

"God damn."

He stands up and walks over to me.

"What?"

"God damn, I am a lucky man."

He pulls me to him by my waist and I giggle putting my hands on his chest. There is a knock on the door than a producer yells that we have 2 minutes. Bron grabs my hand and we walk out of the locker room heading to gorilla. We get there waiting for Josh and Fallon to finish making their entrance. His music hits as we walk out to the ramp and down to the ring.

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*nearing the end of the match*

Bron hits Josh with a nasty spear and goes for the cover. Fallon climbs in the ring, trying to break up the pin but I climb in and hit her with a nasty spear as well. The ref hits the mat three times and Bron gets the win. I walk over to him, grabbing his wrist and holding it up in victory. He looks over at me smirking.

"That spear you just did was so hot. You gotta keep doing it."

I giggle looking up at him. He grabs my face and kisses me infront of everyone. I kiss him back wrapping my arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around my waist. The crowd starts going crazy as the show ends with us kissing in the middle of the ring.

The End 🫶

[altrodent]

Not Losing You

Pairing: (Jealous)Steve Harrington x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, established reader/character lore, slight cursing, gender neutral reader, use of (Y/N) (IM SORRY) Tired 1-2am writing (not proof read)

Summary: After you and Nancy stopped hanging around Steve, a certain blonde takes a liking to you, and Steve can’t take it. 🤭❤️‍🩹

When asked about the Halloween party, mostly everyone would say it was fun, sexy even. Mostly- but to Nancy and Steve it was nothing but a mess, of course a mess that you got dragged into by a drunken brunette. You could tell immediately by Nancy’s fuddled walk and Steve’s miserable expression that something terrible had happened. Nancy slowly dragged you with her, the girls words slurred “Come on… t-this parties just bullshit.” You looked at her confused, the crowd around you loosening as everyone stared. “Nance, what are you talking about? What happened with-“ she turns around and places her well manicured finger up to you face shushing you “Don’t worry about it- let’s just leave…”

She began to head out the door before a California-tanned arm grabs a hold of your waist, “Hey, leaving so soon?” You turn around to see Billy, standing almighty and extremely way too close. “I thought we were having fun, baby” Nancy looks at Billy annoyed and keeps pulling you with her. “Yeah, we were it’s just- she needs a ride home, it’s been a long night.” Nancy hops into the passengers seat, pouting with her arms crossed. “Ah, well, don’t be afraid to come back. You could always come back to my place too to keep the night going” he winks at you through the smoke of his cigarette. You go to respond to his suggestive comment when, you peak over his shoulder and see Harrington staring at you. Usually you like to believe people don’t stare, but his eyes were set, and weren’t going anywhere. Unfortunately, you looked back for too long and Billy took a notice. “Harrington, huh? Look between you and me, babe, that guys a total freak show. Here-“ he takes out a piece of joint wrap and writes his number on it. “Call me whenever you wanna experience a real man, ‘kay?” Now, usually you’d never go for this type of guy, but this is the first number you’d ever gotten from an interested guy… it was like a golden ticket. “‘Kay.” You repeat back, putting the paper into your pocket. “Drive safe, hot stuff” He winks one last time, definitely staring at your ass as you walked away to the car. You couldn’t help but look past him, Steve looks even worse than before. Wonder what happened…

After driving Nancy home and talking her through her drunkard emotions, you drove home ready to end your night. There was a part of you that wanted to know more, that wanted to be more helpful. So instead of going to sleep you picked up the phone. “This is Steve..” he sounded glum, but at least he picked up “I know I know-“ suddenly his tone becomes more joyous “(Y/N)? Wh- why are you calling? What’s up?” Your brows furrow “I talked to Nancy” he sighs, loud enough that you can hear it through the phone “Did she tell you what she told me?” You chuckle anxiously “that everything’s bullshit?” Steve chuckles softly before going quiet “look, I’m not trying to get involved in your business or anything, but… well, they do call alcohol truth serum and while the truth may hurt, at least it’s out… god that is not helpful at all- sorry, I just-“ Steve interrupts “no, I get what you’re trying to say, it’s okay. I’m glad I know how she really feels about me…” the line goes quiet before he clears his throat “so uh, what was Billy saying to you?” The paper in your pocket making its way into your hand “oh, he was just doing what he always does, try to pick up people. Usually he picks up more…” you pause trying to find the word before Steve says“immodest people?” You gasp dramatically “Wow, am I too modest? Can’t believe you Harrington, I work hard to disturb the peace!” You hear him laugh on the other end “There is no peace in this town to begin with” you laugh softly before the line goes dim again

“Hey, (Y/N)?” You hum in response “Do you… do you like Billy?” Your brow furrows slightly “What do you mean?” Steve sighs deeply “I mean what I said, do you like Billy?” You stop to think, only for a moment. “I mean, he’s okay, but I just don’t think I could ever see myself with a guy like him.” Steve scratches the back of his neck, and tries to nonchalantly ask “Well, what kind of guy would you see yourself with?” You feel like you know why he asked, but he’s still in a relationship! Keep your act together! “Well, I mean, probably just someone who wouldn’t want to use me like Billy, but that’s kinda bare minimum, no?” Steve sighs exasperated, “yeah, I get that… hey, uhm, would you wanna hang out tomorrow? Maybe go see a movie or something?” You chuckle “we’ll see how the day goes, now get your beauty sleep Harrington” you chuckle “yeah, yeah… goodnight” you can hear a soft smile forming at his mouth over the phone “goodnight” You hang up, before flopping onto the bed, only praying that nothing bad happens tomorrow.

The next day rolls around, and almost immediately you’re picked out by the sun kissed blonde with the nice ass. “Hey, hottie, you never came back to the party… did I scare you off?” You roll your eyes sarcastically “Yeah, as if you could scare me” he puts his arm around your shoulders, and immediately everyone is looking at the two of you. You’re not extremely popular, nor are you the type Billy has ever gone for, so people are whispering left and right. Billy notices how unnerved you are by all the people, he leans close to your ear “just ignore them sweetheart, they just wish they were in your place.” He kissed you temple before standing back up, and almost immediately your cheeks are a bright shade of rose. He chuckles softly “You really are cute, you know that?”

He brings you to your locker and leans against the ones next to yours, just scanning your every move, and admiring every feature. “I mean, compared to everyone else here, I’m not really all that special…” you gently bite the inside of your cheek as you input the code on the lock of your locker. “See, even that- most of the people here and stuck up snobs with broom handles up their asses. You’re very… pure, very cute. And, if I may add, more attractive than most of the others, even if they don’t see it.” He seemed to be getting closer and closer with every compliment “Oh, you don’t mean that… I bet you say that to every girl you try to get with” your brows furrow as you close your locker door. “I’m past my… date hopping days, baby. You can only do it for so long before you start to feel a bit guilty.” You roll your eyes “I wonder why.” You look past Billy and see Steve waiting alone for first period to start, it’s sad seeing him without Nancy or the goons. “I’ll see you later, Kay?” Billy sighs “alright sweetheart, just don’t forget what I said. Don’t be shy to call me whenever you want” he smirked before kissing your cheek, letting you leave.

You walk away, gently touching the spot he kissed. Even if you didn’t want him to, Steve noticed. “You and Billy are a thing now?” He raised a brow as he stood upright, looking at you with his… sultry, beautiful eyes… “No, he’s just picked me as his victim of the month I guess… why, jealous?” You tease, gently tapping his chest. He scoffs “As if… we’re still on for later though, right?” You nod, smiling warmly “of course… how did things go with Nance, if you don’t mind me asking?” His shoulders fall “We’re uhm… split. She said our relationship was bullshit- she said I was bullshit, so… now we’re broken up.” Your heart breaks, you’ve known them for years, and now they’re broken up. “Oh, you poor thing…” you hug him tightly. Steve would always mock you for being very nurturing, always like a parent, but he really needed the hug. He grasped the material of your top tightly as he hugged you back. “I just don’t know where I went wrong…” he whispered softly. You pull back, seeing even more people begin to crowd. “Hey, uhm… let’s talk outside.” He nods as you lead him to the empty courts near the back of the school.

The bleachers are cold, but it’s better than the dirt, he sits next to you looking glum. You rest your head on his shoulder “How are you feeling beyond the Nancy thing, how is everything else going?” He rubs the back of his neck “Well, uhm… there’s this person I know, they’re super cool and stuff, but I feel overly protective of them… like- as terrible as this sounds- I feel like I’ve loved them even when I was with nance… is that wrong?” You tilt your head up “Well, I mean, most school relationships don’t last as sad as it is, and while you might’ve liked this person while in a relationship I guess it doesn’t make you bad… you didn’t actively cheat or anything. Does the person know you like them? Do you still like them?” You poor oblivious thing. His posture stiffens “Well- I don’t think they do… and yeah… I like them a lot” he groans and paces the seats behind you “god, I like- I love them. And it kills me because they don’t know it, and if I don’t tell them they’re going to fall for this other guy who I personally think is a giant douche bag but-“ you pipe in “who is it?” Steve freezes.

He knows his answer, but he’s scared of the result. “God, (Y/N), I love you. I always have, I always knew. I don’t know how I got this far without telling you yet, it’s so incredibly hard to contain my true self around you. You’re hilarious, you’re cute, you’re supportive… hell you’ve been helping me through this rut with Nancy, and I hate it, because I don’t wanna even think about Nancy, ‘cause the only person I’ve ever had on my mind is you! I’ve only ever wanted you- to be with you, since the day we met. You’re everything to me, and I’m not losing you to that piece of shit Hargrove after I’ve spent all these years this close to you!” He sits down in front of you gently grasping your shoulders physically shaking because of all the emotions he let out. He scans your face for a second, you’re trying to process everything he had just said. Almost for a moment, it feels like you and Steve have mind-linked together, as you both lean in. Though the weather may be cold, the kiss is warm, and his embrace is delicate. Every problem that was stressing him out melted away, every worry in your head had disappeared. For once, everything seemed right with the world, like it was just the two of you, forever. You pull away from the kiss softly, gently running a hand through his voluminous hair“You’re not losing me, Harrington.” You smile warmly as he smiles up at you, “That’s all I ever wanted.”

~

(A/N): Screaming, crying, peeing my pants. Needed to get some Y/N moments out of my system, I hope you enjoyed! 🤭❤️

[whtpluto]

Okay, this is insane, but a combination of A/B/O posts and posts about those new genshin characters have me thinking deranged stuff and it’s my duty to share it.

Warnings - Hybrid au, slight predator/prey, slight body horror (bite marks), degrading, animal behaviors, slight edging, frotting, size difference

thinkin about those hybrid AU’s with Gojo and Geto, you know the ones, snow leopard Gojo and black panther Geto. thinking about those two, apex predators… and fox/inari/kitsune reader. something very interesting about a romantic dynamic between predators and a predator of a different size. with ears and tails to match.

They’re big, huge even. with sharp teeth and agile bodies and techniques to rival gods. but your nothing to laugh at either. easily a 1st grade sorcerer, a predator of small size, with trickery in your veins and a playfulness that demands satisfaction. A natural survival instinct and a brilliant head for strategy and mind games. your teeth may be tiny but their sharp. and you may be small, but your still a predator.

i think Satoru and Suguru would be so charmed by you, taken aback by your defiance. Your refusal to just back down to them. Your funny too. Easily understanding their little pranks and habits of mischief. you get along with both of them alone too. Kitsune are sometimes considered messengers between gods, if makes sense you look so good between then.

if your in a relationship with these two animals (lame, i know) just imagine the things you guys get up to.

i think they tower over. no matter your height. their builds accentuated by their hybrid nature, and they love to point it out. how they can both lift you like you weigh nothing. how Satoru’s long fingers can meet when his hands wrap around your waist. Suguru loves how tiny you look in his shirts. the excess fabric bunching above your tail, showing off your perk ass. he’ll tug up the fabric if it falls down. sometimes when he looks at you, you swear his eyes turn to slits and he just wants to devour you.

Maybe they tease you. oh no they definitely tease you. with sharp toothed grins and wicked eyes, blue and brown respectively. they love prying open your tiny mouth and looking at your sharp sharp teeth. well, sharp to everyone but them. You’ve got sharp teeth but small bite strength. maybe one day you get sick of it, sick of the way Satoru’s fingers rub over your incisors and make you shudder, and you bite him. i think he’d laugh. Suguru would laugh at him, and probably praise you. it didn’t really hurt, not to a big bad predator like him, so it’s funny too.

Thinking about how foxes sleep way less than leopards and panthers. Cuddle piles that, on days you don’t have missions, turn into a comfortable jail cell. With your smaller body sandwiched between the two, Suguru’s arm wrapped around your hips, pulling your lower half towards him, and Satoru grabbing at you with both hands at your shoulder and chest. mindlessly fondling one of your breasts in his sleep. After a few hours, you may have gotten your share of rest, but these two big cats are still sleepy. and they can’t sleep without their little fox, now can they? you try to get up, sneakily get out of bed, but two pairs of large hands are quickly and efficiently pulling you back into their pillowy paradise. Manhandling you into their arms again. i think Suguru would wrap his slim tail around your calf. Satoru would bury his head into the back of your hair, his breathe coincidentally hitting your ears, making them twitch in a way that makes Satoru giggle.

Speaking of ears… god… thinking about how Satoru and Suguru would know that your ears are an erogenous zone and just… continue teasing you anyways. wether in public or the privacy of your bedroom, Satoru lives to make your cute little fox ears twitch. blowing against the sensitive insides or scratching at the backs. he loves the way your eyes widen and your cheeks flush when he plays with them. Think he totally exploits them in bed. Suguru likes to play your little white knight, telling Satoru to stop, but he’s just as bad. Whispering absolute filth into your ears as you fuck, living for the way you flutter around his dick. They know they can get you close just by playing with your ears, it becomes a favorite form of edging for them. They love seeing how wet your panties get just from some words and scratches to those pretty ears. I think they exploit your tail too. but that’s a different story.

I think they left a mating bite on you. And you on them. Your neck is graced by two large overlapping bite scars, which look violent on your delicate neck. i think Satoru was worried he’d kill you when he did it, a little spooked and turned on at the same time with how his jaws could fit around your neck. Suguru was more calm about it, but he definitely enjoyed licking your wound when he was done. Don’t worry, you got your comeuppance. cause on the back of their necks, they’ve got two bites too. One, large and wide (from each other), and then your smaller one, perfectly inside the big one. a permanent reminder.

[fartenthusiastwriter]

Merry Christmas, Billy Boy! A TSOBB Holiday Special (1/2)

‘Twas the night before Christmas tucked away in bed, Will slept soundly as naughty dreams filled his head. Set between Part 6 and Part 7. Where you can find all parts of TSOBB. Minors DNI

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I stirred from my sleep, slowly removing myself as little spoon so I didn’t wake up Clay. Noise from the living room had woken me up. I successfully removed myself, leaving Clay to snore away.

I slowly opened the bedroom door, inspecting the living room in the dim light of the Christmas tree. My eyes landed on a large, dark figure. I swang the door open and flicked the light on. I couldn’t believe who the intruder was.

In front of me was a Giant Santa Claus bent over looking through a large bag of gifts. Santa was larger than I ever could’ve imagined; his frame was several feet wide with a large balloon belly. He had to have been at least 8’ tall, barely fitting in our apartment. Even with his legs straight as he bent over, I was face level with his ass.

And what an ass it was. Encased in red cotton pants, his globe cheeks jutted out over his back, around his hips, and on top of his legs. My eyes were glued to the biggest ass I’d ever seen stretching his pants to the brim. The outline of a jockstrap shown through the strained material. The pants wedged between the watermelons, spread out to show the outline of his hole.

MRRRRERRRRRREY

A joyful noise erupted as I took in the feast that was Santa’s ass. “Ohoho, excuse me!” Santa blurted, leaning up and almost hitting his head on the light. “Milk and cookies always have a way of sneaking out.” He chuckled as he turned to me. “Merry Christmas! As I’m sure you’ve put together, I’m ol’ Saint Nick.” He gave his belly a pat and followed it with a deep “Ho Ho Ho”

If it wasn’t for the size of this man, I wouldn’t believe it, but I’ve never seen a man so large. Given the front door is still locked, I had no choice but to at least go along, “uh Merry Christmas, Santa. I’m Will.”

“I know, Will. I know who everyone is.” Santa bellied another chuckle. “But what I can’t seem to recall is whether you’re on the Nice List or the Naughty List”

Santa snapped his fingers and a large book appeared floating in front of him. He started strumming through pages, running his finger down each. Santa finished looking through the book and closed it. “Well you’re not on the Naughty List so that’s a good sign.”

The book disappeared and a much smaller book took its place. Santa continued the same process. He got to the end once again and made a puzzled face.

“That’s odd,” Santa commented, rubbing his fluffy beard. “You don’t appear to be on the Nice List, either.”

I felt beads of sweat start running down the back of my neck. What could that mean?

“Let me take a look at your file.” Santa snapped his fingers again, replacing the book with a grimy folder. An awful smell filled the room, as Santa opened the folder and flies flew out. “Now this should be an interesting read.”

That wasn’t a good sign.

“Lingered in bathroom stalls to hear other guys relieve themselves, pretended to tie your shoe behind a runner on the train. You’ve spent over 20 hours in your boyfriend’s ass, almost half of that he was unaware?” Santa tutted his tongue and shook his head. “You’ve even stopped doing your work, spending your day sniffing up your intern’s farts and making him do it?? I see what this is.” The look on Santa’s face sent a shiver down my spine and pleasure through my cock.

“That was no average indigestion earlier.” Santa warned, rubbing his belly. “You weren’t on a list because I haven’t had the pleasure of someone like you in a long time. God I’m looking forward to this, it’s been far too long.”

Santa snapped his fingers again and his clothes changed immediately. He went from the classic Santa outfit to only suspenders over a wifebeater, strapped to a pair of tighty whities. Only long black socks covered his massive feet.

Looking down, I realized my attire changed as well. I was now butt naked with a cage on my cock. I tried to reach and touch it to find my arms tied behind my back. I looked over my torso to see it covered in all kinds of demeaning humiliating names. The most prominent word was “NASTY.”

“I got rid of it after people stopped ending up on it; where you belong is the Nasty List.” Santa explained while he slowly approached you. “Rather than gifts or coal, you get a night with Santa you’ll never forget.”

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Find Part 2 here!

[vcrooster]

Midnight Rain

PREQUEL TO AFTER HOURS

Smut

Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Simpson! Reader.

Word count: 4K

Summary: Bradley is nice enough to buy you a drink on your birthday.

Warnings: pinv, car sex, public sex, smut, smut, smut.

Author’s note: this can be read as a stand alone but here his part 1 if you’re interested: After Hours

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“Excuse me, could– Hey!” It’s not your first attempt in getting the bartender's attention. It’s embarrassing but not even leaning a little more on the bar to expose more of your cleavage is helping.

“Just a moment, sweet thing” He said, lifting a finger towards you, ignoring your order and going straight to the blonde that just got there a second ago.

“Prick” You said under your breath.

And Rooster notices everything from the other side of the bar. He couldn't help but to feel like an asshole when he was trying to see if he could get a glimpse of your ass under that little pink skirt of yours.

You soon turn your head when you feel a pair of eyes looking towards you. He’s handsome. Really fucking handsome and for the look on his face he looks like might be interested in buying you a drink.

“You need some help?” He figures if he already made eye contact he might as well offer to get you something, he didn’t want to seem like a creep.

“Is it that obvious?” You scrunch your nose with a little bit of embarrassment. You move towards his direction noticeably biting your lip to grab his whole attention.

“Just a little” And it seems to work by the way his eyes linger over your body. “For what it’s worth I really thought you almost got it there for a second.” He gives you an ironic smile.

You notice how sweet his smile is and how his hazel eyes lighten up when he does so. “What can I say, I tried my best”

“Yeah I saw that” You know what he means, and now you know exactly what he has been looking at. “Don’t you look too young to be in a place like this?”

“As a matter of fact” You showed him your ID, you had it ready in your hand to show the bartender. “I turned twenty one today.” You say it like you're proud of it. He reads your name on the card and it falls so nicely from his lips.

“Then it has to be my treat then” He offered. Bradley quickly noticed the curiosity in your eyes which made his lips quirk up slightly. You tell him what you want, it takes him no effort to get the bartender's attention “Get me a Sour Martini.”

“Right on.”

Even though he doesn’t offer you the seat next to him, you take it before he could even finish talking. He was about to do it, you just beat him to it. He doesn’t hide very well how his eyes take a look at your legs.

The words get lost in his throat when the drink arrives in just a minute. “Thanks man.”

“No problem.”

He slides it to you, meeting your fingers in the process in a way that’s totally intentional.

“And you're not going to tell me your name?” You try to make small conversation, well, find out the name of the guy that just bought you a drink seemed the right way to go so you could at least say ‘thank you.’

“It’s a secret” He looks at his beer giving you a smirk before taking a sip.

“I’m very discreet, y’know” You rest your head in the palm of your hand, trying to look more interested in whatever words come out of his mouth.

“It’s Rooster” You twitch your lips playfully with some hints of confusion.

“Rooster?” You think maybe you didn’t catch it quite right because of the conversations over lapping next to you. “Rooster?” You repeated. He nods his head leaning closer to you, licking his lips in the process. “Maybe I already had too much to drink.”

There is a chuckle coming from him looking at how confused you are. It’s cute. “It’s my call sign, I’m a fighter pilot” He explained.

“Really?” You sound more surprised than what you actually are, you don’t know what it is about him but it isn't so far-fetched the fact that he’s a pilot. “My father is in the Navy too. He’s on deployment right now” Maybe you overshared, but it’s not every day you’re able to talk to a hot Navy guy without having your dad watching over you shoulder like a hawk.

The expression on his face went a little confused trying to pace all of the information together.

Simpson, he remembers your last name on your ID. The only Simpson he knows in the Navy is Admiral Beau Simpson.

An admiral's daughter. He sure is fucked and the only thing he’s done so far is buy you a drink.

“Hence why are you at a bar” He didn't want to think about it a whole lot. Thinking about it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong, yet.

“Hence why I’m at the bar” you repeated. He has the most gorgeous smile you’ve seen. You reciprocate immediately feeling him loosen up.

“Your old man hard on you?” The way his eyes lock on you is making you feel like you’re melting. He’s not like the other pilots you’ve gotten the chance to see, it makes you think he’s not here for a long time.

“Not really” Come to think of it, your dad’s concern over you has always come from your constant bad choices. “He has a no pilots rule, though.”

“Hurtful, very hurtful” He sets his hand on his chest acting as if that was the most offensive thing he’s ever heard, stealing a laugh from you.

“Well, not the best reputation precedes you guys” He catches how you cross your legs giving him a little more to see. “You can’t blame the man.”

“You think that?” He raises his left eyebrow softly.

“Maybe” You answer with a bitter sweet tone. “He could be right”

“Why’s that?” He’s more invested in what you have to say due to the sudden change of your voice.

“Because when a guy tries to take a girl back to his place he usually starts off giving his actual name” You take a sip from your drink, he never breaks eye contact with you following every movement you make.

He’s captivated. Not really being able to figure out how Beau Simpson raised a daughter so unlike his strict persona, but then again he’s only judging by the front he got to see in a couple of training exercises with him. If it wasn’t for the last name he would’ve never put his money down for Beau.

He didn’t realize how long he’d let you hang until you spoke again.

“I see… he’s not interested” You twitch your mouth to the side in disappointment. Did he just buy you a drink out of pity? After checking you out? “Well, thank you for the drink anyway, Rooster” You emphasize his call sign just to turn around and walk back to your friends.

Oh but he is. He just doesn’t want to make it too obvious that he wants to take you home.

He doesn’t give it too much thought. He’s not the biggest fan of fucking a random stranger but you look so good in that little pink set that he doesn’t really care about anything.

“It’s Bradley” He didn’t want to rush it out as fast as he did. He honestly thought you weren’t going to turn around back to him anymore. “Bradley Bradshaw” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous that he blew the whole thing. “And he is interested.”

You don’t even want to hide the smile on your face. Maybe this is the best birthday gift you could have ever landed on.

You’re trying not to think about the repercussions of following this man in the rain towards his car.

It’s a nice gesture from him draping his Hawaiian shirt on your shoulders trying to keep you covered from the rain.

You had a couple of drinks, you wouldn’t say you're drunk, you know you’re going to remember every second of this night in the morning.

He looks like he’s struggling to find his car, almost not remembering he parked in the back of the parking lot. It seems like a long walk and the midnight rain isn’t going anywhere any time soon. You try not to think too much in how you just totally left your friends for the hottest guy in the room, but still a stranger nonetheless.

He acts like such a gentleman, opening the door for you and holding your hand to help you in. Your heart beats loudly against your chest in anticipation for what’s to come.

Maybe your fake ID only got you in one or two bars but adding up all of the frat parties you’d only had a very blurry couple of night stands. But this is so much different, he’s an older guy. The last thing you want is to seem like a prude.

“Fuck, it’s pouring” He puts the keys into the ignition letting the car warm up for a second. You’re nervous. The fidgeting with your fingers was going to be a little too obvious if you kept it up. “You alright?” His voice is so sweet you could die.

You’re looking at him as he's pushing his wet hair back, your heart races. You feel like you’d lost all the confidence you had back in the bar. You’re scared that if you don’t act now you’re going to be too overwhelmed later.

Before he could even speak again, you’re pulling him close to you, tugging him by the neck and rapidly joining your lips together with him. It takes him only a second to respond to your kiss, his hands find their way to the base of your skull. The harsh press of his lips made every single thought in your mind disappear just so you could only focus on him.

His tongue is gliding over your bottom lip looking for access that you give him right away. Your surprise by the way he’s already giving in to you.

As you feel the sync of his mouth against yours escalate he pulls away taking a second to look into your eyes. You notice the pink color from your lip gloss all over his lips, you giggle at how confused he looks. “What?” He said smiling.

“You got a little…” Your thumb brushes over them collecting the gloss on your finger, his eyes follow it so mesmerized by it.

Shit, shit, shit. That’s all it takes for him to be wrapped around your finger.

“That don’t bother me” He pulls you back in kissing you roughly, teeth clashing and his tounge fighting with yours, only separating to take some air.

He’s fast to push his seat all the way back to make space for you to straddle his lap. He pulls you by the waist immediately moving his hands roam all over your thighs.

Rooster sees you growing shy once you're settled on his lap. He thinks it’s endearing how you're blushing when you kissed him like that just a second before.

“Hey, look at me” His voice wasn’t as soft as before. Hand sliding over your jaw tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “That's better” He said with satisfaction.

Your hips circle down into his own. His fingers buried into your hip bones guide the pace. Your core rubbed perfectly against him as you felt him hardening through the fabric of his jeans.

His hands skim under your skirt soon making their way to your ass, bringing you closer to him. His lips feel soft and rough at the same time.

His mouth moved with yours almost immediately, both fighting for which one of you was in charge, it wasn’t long before you let him guide you exactly how he wanted you to. He pushed his tongue in and your head began to spin.

Your clit is throbbing with each movement he guides down as you feel yourself growing wet between your thighs. “How does it feel?” He asks with a raspy tone. You barely notice how his hands are riding up your skirt slowly, but then again everything feels too good to be noticing anything.

“So good” You whimper. His tongue glides slowly over your bottom lip before he starts to trail off to your neck, painting small red circles all the way to whatever skin is exposed from your chest.

You want to tell him not to leave marks on you but the words fall off of your month with a moan that’s been building up in the back of your throat.

You roll down again and his hips meet you halfway in smooth thrust. The way he moans his like music to your ears. The way he’s kissing you is getting hotter by the second, same way as he grows inside of his pants. “You’re so good for me baby, aren’t you?”

“Yes” You answer without even having a second thought. It comes out as a whine making his already hard cock twitch in his pants.

He smiles at the sight of you needing him. He loved how his name just slipped out of your mouth begging for more. Hands removing his own shirt off of your shoulders, he finds the zipper of the crop top just to soon reveal a low cut lacy bra.

You feel the heat rising to your face and the puddle of pleasure building up in your lower stomach. He lets you move down a couple of times before holding your hips steady, stalling your movements.

Soon enough his hand gets lost in between your thighs, rubbing you on top of your panties. “You’re so wet for me already.” He pulled the fabric aside letting two of his fingers inside while his thumb drew circles with pressure on your clit.

He feels lost in the way you’re moaning, how you're kissing down his jaw nibbling at his earlobe, returning the same little number he marked on you a minute ago.

The way he lets out a groan sends shivers down your spine. “You smell so sweet” He said so softly you almost didn’t catch it. His breath hits your skin and the tip of his nose keeps drawing its way up your neck until his month meets your again.

You felt so close to the edge your body started to react, hips followed the traces that his thumb was drawing over your clit. The sound of you moaning made his eyes look for yours in realization.

He had to remind himself where he was. Maybe the rain helped cover up the two silhouettes but he still figured that it was pretty obvious what was happening if someone stared long enough.

“Shit– Hold on” he pants over your lips taking just a second to catch his breath.

“What?– why?” You huff. His hands go up your sides, settling you on his lap. You kiss him desperately trying to get him going again, not really getting why he stopped in the first place.

You kiss down his jaw all the way to his earlobe. He moans softly and you’re loving how such simple actions are the ones that affect him the most.

You got him for a second, his hands sliding over the material covering your breast cupping them in his large hands.

Fuck it. His common sense was thrown out the window.

He wanted to drive you back home. He wanted no other but but yo fuck you in every surface of his apartment, maybe the plan wasn’t this one but he won’t oppose to it.

“Get in the back for me. I’m not done yet” He clarified.

You do exactly as he said. He catches a very nice view of you when you go over the center console, he’s quick to pass his hand over the curve ass, gaining a surprise moan from you.

He didn’t even feel the cold when he walked out of his car.

He looks through the wet window at how your blurry figure settles against the opposite door. He feels his jeans growing tighter at the image of ripping that pink skirt off your body already. “Fuck me.” He says under his breath.

The door swigs open. Bradley takes a moment to look at you. Your cheeks were flustered and your lips have a cherry plump to them. He’s seen many pretty girls before but not a single one he just couldn’t wait to sleep with. First time he’s ever fucked someone in his car.

You brush your thighs together to revive some of the tension that’s building up, feeling too shy to have your hand do it for you.

Once the door is closed he couldn’t decide what to do to you first. Your shoes come off first, his hands finally take care of your skirt. It’s slow, he makes sure that he takes his time feeling the skin of your thighs.

He kisses you hard, grabbing a hold of your waist easily and laying you down on the seat completely under him. Your leg wraps around him settling on his lower back. It leaves for you to meet the bulge in his jeans again.

He feels warm to the touch despite being covered by the cold rain. You break the kiss just to pull on his soaked shirt, taking it completely off him.

You knew whatever he had going on underneath was going to be good. His muscles were toned and exercised but not to exaggerate, they were smoothly marked across his whole body and his skin was soft and tanned by the California sun. He certainly would take anybody’s breath away.

You slid the palms of your hands down his torso until they met the waistband of his jeans, and you used it as leverage, feeling how the way he’s kissing you became more and more dizzying.

He likes how your lips feel pillowy over his, it makes him deepen the kiss even more, he’s so lost in it the only thing that took his attention off of it was you unbuckling his belt, which he helped out with right away.

It all feels so rushed. His jeans are pooling alongside your skirt and heels in the footwell. Next went your bra which he wouldn't of mind leaving on, it’s no secret that he’s always been a lingerie type of guy.

“I need to grab a condom” He says, separating from you. You’re debating whether to tell him that you're on birth control and trust the guy you just met at a bar on a Saturday night that was nice enough to buy you a drink, which at this point doesn’t really seem like a bad idea.

“It’s okay” You pant pulling him back to meet your lips. “I’m on the pill” His eyes fall into yours for a quick moment. He thinks about it but he’s far too gone to give it too much importance.

You pulled him in against your lips to kiss him feverishly, snapping him out of his thoughts. His tongue caresses yours leading to a soft mewl on his mouth.

His boxers are gone as soon as you tug at the waist band. He noticed how you’re staring, it goes straight to his ego. He tries to hide his smile, licking his lips focusing on the expression on your face. “So beautiful.” He moves a string of your hair to the back of your ear just so he could take a look at your features a little better.

You give him a smile that makes him completely melt. Your cheeks are flushed and he can’t help to think how sweet you are. “You ready sweet heart?” You nod.

He pays attention to your clit again to help you relax. His cock lines up with your entrance and he can already tell how tight you're going to feel.

It burns the first couple of seconds from the stretch of him pushing in. He’s taking it slow trying to ease the pain as much as possible for you. He places a tender kiss on your temple just to feel how his lips separate over your skin moaning in pleasure loving how you feel around him.

You squeeze onto his shoulders as you keep lowering yourself, feeling how his chest clashes with yours and his hot breath hits your ear, there’s a sigh leaving his mouth with the further you go down his length.

Bradley bites his bottom lip resting his forehead on your collarbone having a great view of your body’s coming together. “Oh god– You’re so perfect” He said with an airy voice.

You still. Rooster noticed some discomfort in your face once you took him all in. He’s mindful about it, you just turned twenty one, probably it’s for the best to let you guide the pace. His thumbs draw circles on your hip bones, kissing your skin tenderly just to comfort you.

You’re grabbing onto his shoulders to start your pace. He helps you move with his hand wrapped around your waist. It’s easy at first, he likes the slow burn of it, how his cock almost completely out and deep back in afterwards. “You’re so fucking tight.”

A breathless moan leaving your mouth. Your pace picks up. He’s hitting just the right spot every time you come back down.

His hand lands on your hips digging his fingers in your skin, his arm still around your waist allows you to go faster, he bucks his hips upwards to meet yours half way, he gives the extra fricción you're looking for. “Ngh– shit”

His head leans back in the seat, brows knotting together, enjoying how you're bouncing on him. “Fuck– your precious baby” He moaned.

His hands roam on your back close to your waist dropping all the way to your ass squeezing softly. His lips leaving a trail of kisses hungrily from your jaw to your collarbone, he nips at the skin once he gets there leaving a couple of marks along the way.

His face hides on the crook of your neck as you ride him. Hearing all of the soft moans that are coming out of you in his ear are sending more pressure straight to his cock. “Bradley…” You whimper with need.

He looks into your eyes knowing that you want more. He helps you, jerking up harder, setting a much rougher pace that makes your head feel fuzzy.

Fingers leave bruises on your skin. Your walls clenched around him as he can tell how your legs begin to tense up. You’re close, so close.

“That’s it– Fuck” He moans. You feel your body getting hot and the heat pooling all over your cheeks. When your hand falls on his chest he feels as equally as heated as you. “You cumming baby?”

You nod, desperately latching on to him. You kiss him again to try to ease the feeling that is so overwhelming.

There is sweat making the front pieces of his hair stick to his forehead, the flushed on his cheeks is almost covering his face. You meet with his soft hazel eyes going over the edge.

The orgasm hits you like no other. The waves of pleasure go through your body, and that was enough for him to follow up to you. “Fuck…” he lets out in between moans.

He pounds into you a couple of times before staying completely still.

Your chest meets his, both trying to catch your breath. His arms coming up to your back falling to your waist.

“Well fuck… Happy birthday” Rooster said, panting. There is a chuckle leaving his throat before your lips fall sweetly over his pulling away to show him the pretty smile he’s been charmed by all night.

He stares at you, pushing the hair off your face to take a look at your pretty face. “You’re coming home with me.”

He shifts you, now finding yourself under him “And what exactly are you planning to do with me good sir?”

“Oh, everything honey” He kisses you for the last time leaving you eager for what else he has planned.

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The Secret Life of Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

Summary:  Eddie has the freshmen over for DnD and they get a look into a side of his life they didn’t know

no real warnings.  Just some fluff.  Daddy Eddie.  Dustin being a sweetheart and Mike being a little shit as usual

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and play Steve?” Lucas asks as the boys get out of his car

“No thanks I’m good.  So, stop asking and everybody out I’ve got to go pick up robin.”

“You literally spend every day with her at work” Dustin tells him

“Yeah, well not my fault you guys decided to abandon me on my one day off this week” Steve tells them starting the car back up “if you need a ride home later just” he shakes the walkie talking at them and driving off

“What’s his deal?” Lucas asks

“I think he’s jealous we have another older friend who has similar interest with us.  I have tried multiple times to get him to play offered to teach him.  He just says oh and have to spend time with the freak no way” Dustin over exaggerate mocks Steve as he knocks on the door.

“Welcome boys” Eddie answers the door with a flourish letting the boys in and tossing a pink blanket onto the chair as he walks by leading the boys over to the kitchen table.  

“Got us all set up over here” he tells them taking a seat behind his campaign notes as Y/N walks from the hall into the kitchen

“Eddie! I just picked up eleven cups from our bedroom” she tells him walking over to the sink.

“Oh, sorry babe” he tells her with a smile

“you boys want something to drink?” she asks

They are too stunned to do anything but nod their heads. Mike snaps out of it first “Wait!  You said no girlfriends today!”  he says pointing at Y/N

“First off don’t point man that’s rude.  Second, it’s my campaign, my rules, and my house.  Plus, she not my girlfriend she’s my wife and she lives here” Eddie tells them with a beaming smile

“Wait wait wait…. your wife?!”  Dustin asks as the boy sit down at the kitchen table.  

“Yes, my wife Y/N” Eddie says waving a hand in her direction as she walks from the kitchen handing the boys cans of soda.  

“A girlfriend maybe. But a wife?  Were in high school dude.” Lucas tells him voice getting louder waving a hand around

“Yeah, but I’m also almost 21” Eddie responds laughing and leaning his head over and plating a kiss on her cheek when she leans down and wrap her arms around him.

“I guess you don’t talk about me much huh?” she asks him with a smile

“All the time! Who did you guys think I was talking about when I’d say my girl?”

“Your guitar?” Dustin shrugs

“Seriously?  My guitar?”

“You don’t even wear a wedding ring” Lucas argues as Y/N sticks her hand out showing the matching skull ring on her finger.

“These looked much cooler than a boring band” Eddie shrugs kissing her hand

“If they thought you were talking about your guitar when talking about me what do they think you’re talking about when you mention our daughter?” Y/N ask walking towards the hallway

“Daughter?!” Mike chokes on his drink

“You have a baby?!” Lucas shrieks

“what’s her name?” Dustin asks at the same time

“B/N and well she’s two but yeah”

“Two…so she was born your first senior year?” Dustin asks

“The summer before it started actually.  Kind of why I’m still repeating it.  Y/N had much better grades and potential so I kind of slacked off and doubled down on taking care of B/N so Y/N could stay on track with graduating and career and all that.  “

“When did you get married?” Lucas asks

“The day she turned 18, we skipped school that day made it official at the courthouse and packed her and the little princess up while her parents were at work and moved them in with my uncle and me.  Then we worked our asses off that summer to afford this place so we could have a proper little family life.”

“that’s sweet” Dustin smiles

“Definitely worth it I love them both very much” at that the pitter of little feet could be heard running down the hall and a flurry of pink flying into eddies lap smiling up at him.  Untamed hair pulled up into two buns on top her head a few wild curls hanging loose from her nap.  Turning her attention to the unfamiliar boys sitting at the table, thumb in her mouth and an exact replica of their dungeon masters’ eyes flicking back and forth over the three boys.  

“Sweetheart these are daddy’s friends, Lucas, mike and Dustin.  A smile creeping around her thumb when Dustin smiles at her waving “hi’. she lifts her hand giving him a shy little wave back.  Eddie spins her around in his lap facing the table.  She grabs the dice throwing them against the table laughing as one rolls off and Dustin makes a big show of finding it for her.  Eddie pulls out the ribbons in her hair

“let’s get your hair all pretty for your day out with mommy” he tells her combing his fingers through her curls working out the tangles

“What?” Eddie asks at mikes weird look

“Nothing just its seeing you like this is completely different.  I mean you’re doing her hair” he responds

“it’s not like I don’t have the exact same hair” Eddie laughs pulling her hair back up into neat little buns

“She is just a tiny version of you” Lucas laughs rolling one of the dice back to her.

“Not just in appearance, always over dramatic, and loves having an audience for her theatrics” Y/N laughs walking into the kitchen. Proving the point further both turn their head in her direction with twin smiles as she walks over leaning over eddies shoulder and placing a kiss on top of B/Ns head and one against eddies cheek.  Eddie walks over to the door getting B/Ns jacket and getting it on her then passing her off to Y/N before sending them both off with a kiss and an I love you.  Sitting back down in his chair Eddie tells the boys

“Ok I may be a father first but I’m still your dungeon master so let’s get started”

“Kind of hard to take you serious now after the sickening sweet display” mike says with a frown

“Can it Wheeler” Eddie tells him bouncing a d ice off his forehead pulling laughs from Dustin and Lucas.

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