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[crowlingpuppeteer]

𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔 𝙼𝚊𝚗♡

Warning: Praise k!nk,stroking,gagging,m!lking,chocking,riding,pet names,teasing

Pairing: sub!Milk man x dom!FemReader

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“W-wait honey slow down!” Francis says on a moan as you bob your head in a quick motion gripping his thighs. You slide your touch around his shaft as he moans and puts his hands on the back of your head gripping your hair in his thick fingers. “Fuuuuuuuck baby~” he says with a smile throwing his head on the couch trying to keep himself from bucking his hips up into your mouth

You let out a small giggle as you bon your head faster you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he cums into your mouth so you keep bobbing your head deepthroating his long cock letting out small gags

“I’m gonna c-cum shit!” Francis moans out gripping your hair tightly in his fingers before he releases into your moan his warm cum filling your mouth more and more forcing you to swallow before you lick him clean before you get into his lap “good boy~” you whisper in his ear as he lets out pants and hums “wanna go for round two good boy?” You ask in a teasing tone and he nods his head leaning his head back up and looking at you with a smirk.

You slip off your shorts revealing your soft pink panties “you wanna take them off for me?~” you ask in a soft teasing tone rocking your hips back and forth as you stand in front of him “of course I do” he replies wrapping two fingers around the waistband of your panties line and tugging your panties down revealing your sweet pussy to him “lick” you command putting your hand on his head with a smirk

He leans forward as your spread your legs for him and he licks a stripe up your pussy your taste is intoxicating to him “you taste so good~” he whispers holding your hips as you let out a small shaky sigh with a smile as you push him back and take off your shirt climbing into his lap and you roll your hips his hard cock swiping your wet pussy “I wanna hear how much you want my pretty cunt” you whisper in his ear your hand wrapping around his throat choking him

“P-please baby pleasepleaseplease I need it I want to feel your wall’s squeeze around me” he whispers back a blush creeping across his cheeks before you slide his hard cock into your cunt with a loud moan “fuuuuuuck” you whimper out and Francis grips your hips as you start to bounce up and down his thick hard cock thrusting in and out of your gummy walls

“Fuck fuck fuck” you whimper squeezing Francis’s neck as he bucks his hips hitting your g-spot and your hands go from his neck to his shoulders squeezing them tightly as you moan out bouncing up and down on his cock

“Fuck I’m gonna cum ohhh ah” you moan out bouncing up and down faster as Francis squeezes your hips “me too baby..fuck I’m gonna cum too!” He whimpers feeling your gummy walls squeezing his shaft “oh yeah squeeze me like that” he whimpers thrusting his hips up before he cums into you coating your walls with his warm cum

“Hmm good boy” you hum kissing his head before I get off of him and cuddle up next to him smiling as he wraps his arms around you “I love you so much” he speaks softly stroking your hair “I love you too” you speak with a smile thinking about all the thinks you could do with his cum

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Been a few days hi guys💕I hope y’all enjoyed this smut I’m bad at making these but it’s okay bc I’m working on it😭they are a bit short I don’t have the patience to write a long one though if it’s not short I’ll get distracted having ADHD isn’t fun I’m also on a road trip :)

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Hiiii 💕💕💕

For the wip game (the highlighted ones)

-❤️🪐

Hello!! For you since you’ve been interested in it for awhile and i promised you a scene ages ago and only just now finished it: big heart, I wanna let it bleed, aka buck joins the team younger fic! Here’s a complete drabble about them running into Phillip on a call…

They’re not in an enclosed space but, somehow, the kid’s laughter is still echoing around them. Bobby tries to bite down on his smile as he calls a vaguely warning “Buck,” though he’s not too worried about professionalism seeing as the surfer — who’s trunks are truly mystifyingly tangled on his board — is cracking up even harder. He’s sort of… hung up there, board stuck nose down in the sand, man dangling up on the back end of it. They seem too far up the beach for a wave to have done this, but what does Bobby know, he’s from a landlocked state.

“Sorry, Cap,” Buck wheezes. “Do we, uh… need the ladder?”

Bobby takes a measured inhale as he hears some kind of frantically smothered squeak sound coming from — is that Chimney? One of the paramedics, anyway — and shakes his head. “I think we can just lower the board down, if you’ll give me a hand. That sound alright to you, sir?”

The surfer gets through a few more wheezing chuckles before he can say “Yeah dude, lower away.”

They manage it pretty smoothly, with him and Buck on either side and Hen and Chim ready to catch the weight of the surfer. Hen starts off the next small round of laughter as she tries to de-tangle the swim trunks to move their vic, but everybody manages to calm down as they get to the actual medical examination.

As Hen and Chimney poke and prod, Buck chatters. “I learned to surf a few years ago, over in the Carolinas.”

“No shit?” The surfer grins. “Like Charleston? I gotta cousin over there.”

“Yeah, Folly Beach sometimes, but mostly went up to the Banks.”

“Sick.” The surfer gestures to where Hen’s wrapping some gauze around his bloodied elbow. “What’s your worst wipeout?”

Buck laughs again, a little delighted sound, always happy to be included. “Oh man- My first time out on the water, like the second wave I ever caught, just tossed me right off completely.” He tugs up his shirt before Bobby dawn shake his head not to, and twists around to show a jagged old scar on his lower back. “Landed on some rocks, needed fourteen stitches.”

The surfer whistles as Hen shakes her head. “I don’t think you’ll need any stitches for this one, but there’s enough debris in there I’m gonna recommend we take you to the hospital so they can get it all out.”

“Sure thing,” the guy says, looking more relaxed than Buck taking a nap on the couch after second helpings of mac and cheese. “Thanks man.”

“No problem,” Bobby says, definitely no trace of a chuckle in his voice no matter the delighted glances his team sends him.

The surfer tries to twist towards Buck once they get him on the gurney, winces, and then just turns his head. “You ever surf out here?”

“Have a few times, but I don't have a board or anything.”

“Man, you should come out and join us! We got a group most weekday mornings, I'm sure somebody could get you set up.”

Buck looks happy as a dog with a bone, glancing at Bobby with a mile wide grin. It's a familiar kind of look, though it takes until they're almost at the ambulance — Buck chatting away all the while — for him to place it, and it nearly makes him stumble when he does. Robert would give him that look when he made a new friend on the playground and got invited to hang out. Please, Dad, can I go? He's sure Buck didn't mean anything by it. Bobby doesn't have that authority in his life, nicknames and Springsteen concerts nothing that adds up to a tangible connection. And the kid- well, he's not a kid. 25 years old, can arrange his own playdates perfectly well. Still, Bobby feels a little off kilter as they load the ambulance.

“Rad, man, see you around.” The surfer is grinning at Buck, two happy little suns shining at each other. “Ask for Stevey,” he says, loosely pointing at himself. Steven Barney, he'd given as his name to dispatch.

Buck smiles, waves goodbye. “I'm-”

“Evan?”

Buck turns like a man in a haunted house, startled at an impossible sound with all the color draining out of him. The apparition takes the appearance of a white man a little older than Bobby, wearing neat, pale clothes and a sort of constipated, caught expression. They see that look on calls sometimes, with men who are going through an emergency with women who are not their wives and who are still trying to pretend they've done nothing at all untoward.

“D-” Buck blinks, a few times, hard. “Dad?”

Bobby can't help joining in Hen and Chin's shared oh shit look. There's not an overly familiar resemblance between the two — perhaps a shared stake in forehead real estate — but the man doesn't refute it. “I'll let you get back to work,” he says, glancing towards the sea, the ambulance, eyes landing briefly on Bobby before jumping away again, startled.

“Wait, wh-” Buck steps forward, hand wandering out in front of him before dropping back to his side. “What are you doing in LA? Did you have- a-a work trip?”

Buck's father clears his throat. “It's Brian’s birthday.”

“Oh,” Buck says, blinking again, rapidly this time, a fish thrown in new water. “He- he lives in California now?”

“No, no,” the man says dismissively, like he doesn't know why anyone on earth would choose to live in California. “He’s retiring early, wanted to make a weekend of it.”

“So-” Buck scrambles, visibly, and it makes Bobby aware of the small audience of first responders (and surfer), so he closes the ambulance door despite Hen and Chim’s wide eyes and shaking heads, and thumps the back so they pull away. Buck doesn’t seem to notice either way. “You’re- you’re here for a few days? We should- we could go get lunch? I-I have to work until tomorrow morning but-”

“It’s a busy weekend,” the man grumbles, doing a motion with his hands almost like he's patting himself down to make sure he has his wallet, the movements of someone making sure they're good to leave. “I won't have the time.”

Buck stands there, looking more wounded than any of the times he's been banged up on calls. “I- haven't seen you in- in like four years-”

“And who's fault is that?” His father laughs dismissively. “If you want to run off and throw your life away you can't complain about it later.”

“I-I didn't, I like what I- I have a job, I- I found…” Buck frowns, and Bobby worries for a moment he's going to cry out here in front of his father and colleagues and the beach goers of Santa Monica. He holds it together, though. “I like it here, and I like my job, and I'd like to tell you about it-”

“I won't have the time, Evan.” He doesn't even consider for a moment backing out of his obvious lie. “You can call next week if you want. Your mother will be glad to know you're in one piece.”

“Okay,” Buck says, shoulders sinking down and turning in. He goes from a 6’3” wall of muscle to a lost child right before Bobby’s eyes, hell of a magic trick. “Sorry,” Buck says, as Bobby does some math, works backwards a little. Fourteen stitches, definitely more recent than four years ago. He thinks about the laws of physics, or at least traffic, he’d break if he knew Robert was bleeding in an ocean somewhere in the world. “Sorry,” Buck says again — why, why should he be apologizing — and nods a few times. “I’ll- I’ll make sure to call.”

His father nods back. “We still work, so-”

“Yeah, after five, I know.”

“And your mother has book club on Tuesdays.”

“Okay.” Smaller, and smaller. Bobby remembers reading Alice in Wonderland to Brook, wonders how big Buck’s pool of tears is to shrink him so much. “I’ll just-” Buck clenches his fists, just for a moment, and then hides them in his pockets. “I’ll just try. If you’re busy you don’t have to pick up.”

Oh, God, give an inch and they’ll take a mile. Buck’s father looks visibly relieved at the offer of plausible deniability. “Alright.” He doesn’t move to hug his son, doesn’t even reach out for a handshake, staying a careful several feet away. “I’m sure you need to get back to your job,” he says, raising eyebrows in Bobby’s direction. It makes him bristle, he doesn’t want to be a forced coconspirator in judging Buck for something he hasn’t even done wrong. Buck wilts even further beside him. His father gives one final nod. “Goodbye, Evan.”

He’s already walking away by the time Buck says “Bye, Dad.”

And then they’re all just standing there. Hen and Chimney went off to the hospital, sure, but there’s still a handful of firefighters lingering around, either trying to make a lot of eye contact or no eye contact at all. Buck stares firmly at the ground. Bobby clears his throat.

“Alright, let's pack it up.” If they were operating under any other circumstance Bobby might compliment his crew for how quickly and quietly they get loaded into the trucks.

The ride back to the station is quiet, too, usual engine chit chat locked in everyone’s throats. Bobby’s pretty sure he sees Nichols subtly and somewhat frantically typing on his phone. Mostly, though, he watches Buck in the rearview. The kid is staring resolutely out the window, but Bobby would bet he’s not seeing a thing. His leg bounces on the seat, and Rodriguez doesn't even do the polite cut-it-out cough. Bobby wonders how many of Buck's stories he's overheard, if he's also now watching them tilt, shift, rearrange in his head. Dumb little boy stuff, skateboard-bike-motorcycle stunts, climbing up trees to fall out of them, all told with class clown energy, wasn't I stupid but wasn't it fun, wasn't it funny? Bobby got up to some shit when he was a kid, trailing after Charlie and taking any ill-advised dare the older kids tossed out to him, but he got hurt and he went home, his mom kissed his scrapes, even his dad would ruffle his hair and grab the first aid kit on his good days. Bobby looks at Buck looking out at nothing and tries to count the broken bones scattered between the big grins and his audience’s corresponding groans, tries to imagine Buck — all his silliness, all his sunshine — going home hurt to parents whose care comes with office hours.

When they pull into the station everyone flees the engine like there’d been a chemical spill, leaving Buck standing alone silhouetted against shiny scarlet paint. Bobby hesitates, one foot still up on the truck bed. He doesn’t want to overstep, but- he can’t stop thinking about how far away Buck’s father stood. The kid deserves someone to come closer. He only wished there was someone better than himself around to do it.

“Hey, kid-”

“I never knew what I did wrong.” Buck is frowning into middle distance, shoulders still tucked in around him. “I- I know I was stupid in- in high school, and college, but-” he looks right at Bobby, eyes wide, and he looks- oh, kid, come home. You’re hurting, come home, you’ll be taken care of, I got a first aid kid at least and I’ll learn to do better than that. “It was always like this- I-” Buck shrugs and here, finally, come the tears. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” Bobby says, and it's only two steps over to him, and he’s never even casually side hugged this kid before but Buck sinks right into his arms.

“You can’t know that-”

“I can.” Buck’s so tall. Bobby’s not sure the last time he hugged somebody taller than him. He wonders how tall his dad was, looming so large in memory but an unknown in actual imperial measurement. He wonders how tall Robert would’ve gotten. “You were a kid. You were their kid. There’s nothing you could have done that was so bad they shouldn’t have loved you anyway.”

Buck shudders against him, and his shoulder is getting wet, and the ambulance will be back soon and there’s firefighters milling about and, always, work to do.

But they can take a little time here. Bobby’ll bend it around, if he has to. The laws of traffic, the laws of physics. It startles him, scares him a little, but- he’d break them for Buck, too.

[lick-me-lennon22]

Teddy Boy!John Lennon X Modern!Reader - Smoke & Serendipity 🚬

(based on an anonymous request for a tb!john x modern!reader oneshot where the reader has accidentally traveled back in time !! hope you all enjoy 💕)

Confusion clouds your mind as you blink, trying to make sense of your surroundings. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in: you had somehow traveled back in time.

Suddenly and inexplicably, you find yourself standing atop the cobbled streets of 1950s Liverpool, amidst the buzzing energy of rock 'n' roll and the birth of a cultural revolution.

As you stumble through the unfamiliar streets, your heart races with apprehension. How had this happened? And more importantly, how are you going to get back to your own time?

You begin to notice the judgmental sneers and bewildered stares you were receiving from passers by, many of them clad in tailored suits and long, pleated skirts.

You glance down at your own attire.

Yeah, this isn't going to cut it, you think to yourself. I'd better get out of sight before I draw any more unwanted attention.

You wander a bit further, searching for a suitable place to lay low while you figure out how you're going to get out of this mess, when your eyes land on a hazy, dimly-lit alleyway.

Perfect.

You make a bee-line for the alley's entranceway, desperate to duck into the secluded spot. Before you can slip away into the cover of shadow, a bruised and bloodied teenaged boy storms out of the alley and past you, muttering curses under his breath.

What the hell...

You freeze for a moment, startled by the strange sight. You shake your head side-to-side, regaining focus on the task at hand as you cautiously round the corner.

Before you stood a tall, thin young man wearing a too-big leather jacket and scuffed boots, hair once slicked back but now disheveled from his skirmish with the other adolescent. He held a cigarette between two fingers of his bloody-knuckled right hand, taking drags on occasion as he kicked at the gravel beneath his feet.

Curiosity propelled you to approach the stranger, though nerves threatened to paralyze your steps. You gingerly step closer, finally catching the eye of the mysterious young man.

He is visibly taken aback at the sight of your unconventional attire, eyeing you up and down with an incredulous expression on his face. You're beginning to regret your decision when he lets out a low whistle and opens his mouth to speak:

"I've seen some outlandish outfits in me time but yours takes the cake, love," he teases with a snicker, curls of cigarette smoke framing his smug face.

You're shocked and somewhat offended by the gall of the stranger. You cross your arms over your chest defensively, but decide to keep the interaction playful- this is clearly not the kind of guy you want to provoke.

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it. Maybe I'll start a new fashion trend around here," you retort. The man quirks an eyebrow, intrigued by your quick wit and unfamiliar accent. Before he has time for another snide remark, you continue.

"Besides, you're one to talk. What's with the bloody knuckles, uh..."

"John," he interrupts you, chuckling softly. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as you make the observation, slightly ashamed but determined not to let his tough exterior slip.

"Ah, just a little scuffle. Nothing I couldn't handle- you know how it is."

You think back to the beat-up young man you spotted earlier, putting the pieces together.

"Do you... do you often find yourself in situations like this?"

John's gaze softens, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"More often than I'd like, but it comes with the territory I suppose. Life's rough around the edges, especially for a lad like me." He gives a hollow chuckle.

The urge to pry further tugs at you, but you choose to ignore it. Before you can formulate a response, he regains his confidence and speaks up again.

"Why do you ask? Just curious, or-" he takes a step towards you, "Perhaps you fancy a bad boy, hm?"

You're stunned by John's boldness, beginning to blush as you look up into his half-lidded eyes. At such a distance, you quickly take note of how handsome the young man really is, in a rough-and-tumble sort of way.

"I wouldn't say that, but... is it a crime to be curious about a rugged stranger?"

John shakes his head, amused, and puffs on his cigarette before speaking.

"Well, if you really do want to know more... me band's got a gig tonight down at the Cavern Club. How's about you make an appearance?" he suggests with a smirk.

You narrow your eyes cautiously, wary of his intentions at first, but beyond his bravado you can tell that he's being sincere. You mull the idea over in your mind, finally deciding that your trip back home can wait.

"Perhaps I'll see you there. Unless of course some other charming young man comes to sweep me off my feet in the meanwhile," you tease. "Someone a little less... greasy."

You reach a hand up to ruffle his hair- as much as you can, anyway, with what's left of his hair gel stiffening his locks. John gives you a playful shove and rolls his eyes.

"With that dreadful getup? Fat chance."

He saunters past you as you stammer, furrowing your eyebrows at him in distaste.

"Hey! I... it's... well-"

"I think what you meant to say was, catch you later, handsome."

He winks and struts off down the street, leaving you a flustered mess.

Now I really need to hit the shops.

[trashogram]

Hey👋it’s me again. So I saw one of your weasel posts and read about Smartass having fantasies about reader so I thought what would the other weasels fantasies would be of reader?

Hi 💕

Oooh, this is a good question! I’m honestly not too sure about their individual fantasies. I think a big one for each weasel would be just not having to share Reader with any of the others.

Yeah they’re technically ‘a team’, who in my HC share an office and a car and work together on the job, but splitting the love and loyalty of an S/O between the 5 of them is tough work. And despite their villainy, this is actually not an extravagant ask.

If I try to come up with particular scenarios, the ones I have are:

Stupid probably just wishes Reader would take him to the playground and push him on the swings everyday. My HC is that Stu has some yearning for a quiet life without the chaos of being judge, jury and executioner to his fellow toons (but he was drawn a certain way, so even if he has the fantasy, Stupid would probably still compulsively commit crimes).

Wheezy might fantasize about a Bonnie and Clyde lifestyle with Reader. They could be a criminal couple enjoying the high life on money they stole from unsuspecting rubes. He’d buy you all the prettiest jewels you could ever want and the two of you could roll around in your filthy wealth together after shooting 9 rounds side by side while running from the cops.

Psycho has multiple fantasies that you could visualize as reels in a view-master. One image is him and Reader as the sole members of the Toon Patrol with no one to answer to and all the time in the world to scare and menace other toons. But another image could be him and Reader living au natural in the woods while hunting rabbits. And yet another might be him as a professor up for tenure at a toon university with Reader as his loving and loyal doctor wife. Or maybe he sees the two of you spending the rest of your days rocking around in a rubber room. It changes like the weather.

Greasy… um. Well, we’ll have to distinguish that by fantasies we mean purely innocent daydreams and not things you’d write to Penthouse Forum about. Honestly, Greasy imagines going out with Reader in the human world whenever he’d like, dining and dancing and never getting hassled to “do something funny” just because he’s a toon. Greasy is a little insecure about his celluloid self, not that he’d ever say so out loud or let anyone that would say such a thing live.

[trulybetty]

Hi Betty!

For this round of daily askgasms I’m asking the Inside the Actors Studio questionnaire! Imagine me doing my best James Lipton impression…

* What is your favorite word?

* What is your least favorite word?

* What turns you on?

* What turns you off?

* What is your favorite curse word?

* What sound or noise do you love?

* What sound or noise do you hate?

* What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

* What profession would you not like to do?

* If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

Looking forward to your answers!

Ooo, thank you Kat, let me get my glasses on for this!

What is your favorite word? Cwtch. It's Welsh and there's no direct translation, but loosely means hug ���️

What is your least favorite word? I'm a bit of a hypocrite because I tend to bust this out here and there, but it's 'see you next Tuesday' 😉 lol

What turns you on? Someone who makes me laugh, is genuine and kind. As cliche as it sounds, looks really do come and go, if you're not with someone who can make you smile and let you be yourself around them, then it's pretty dull.

What turns you off? Rude people - instant dislike, there's no need for it unprovoked. Also, people who don't hold doors open and it let it close on you when you're right there - I hope they get a perpetual rock in their shoe.

What is your favorite curse word? Knob is high on the rotation right now, kinda fits all kinds of situations. Other than that you can't beat the classic fuck.

What sound or noise do you love? Rain on the window in the early evening when you're curled up inside with a blanket and a good book.

What sound or noise do you hate? I'm that person who can't stand the sound of people eating - it's like nails on a chalkboard to me and I want to rip my hair out. Especially when they bite the fork too.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Law. I think I'd make a good lawyer, I'm usually very good at spinning situations, to the point Mr. Truly has said I missed my calling for politics lol. Plus it all fascinates me, I'd like to have some kind of career in that realm.

What profession would you not like to do? Anything that is food services - because I know I would be terrible. I have a really poor short-term memory, if it's not in front of me, I can easily forget about it. So if I got an order fired at me I'd probably be asking you to repeat it several times before I got it.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "We're just as surprised as you are, but someone pulled some strings and you've got the all-inclusive suite with the waterfront walk-up... yeah, we've no clue either, but here's your complimentary gin and tonic." 😋

I really enjoyed this Kat! Thank you for dropping into my inbox - I'm going to have to come up with some questions of my own to continue spreading the joy! 💕

[lili0writes]

Can I pretty pls have a Rebecca x reader fic where the reader is on the chubbier side and Rebecca is asking them out.

I adore the idea of her liking ppl who are on the pudgy side and how cuddly she'd be with a chubby s/o.

Thanks again your work rocks btw 💕💕💞💞💞

Rebecca with a chubby s/o

Note: Thanks for requesting! It might take a while to finish a request because I only have free time on the weekends. But if anyone wants a fic like this but with a different character please let me know!

TW: mention of fat shaming, violence, body dysmorphia

Before she asked you out you were way more insecure about your weight. And Rebecca knew this.

She was really happy that you started being more comfortable with the way you look. Especially with the fact that she liked the way you look

She likes to poke your tummy whenever you lay down with her, and she loves your reaction when she pokes you.

If you have a round face she kisses your cheeks all the time!

If someone would ever insult you, mock you or anything of the sort she would go ballistic. Especially if it doesn't come from a friend.

She would either shoot them to pulp, or scream at them like no other.

When she would comfort you about it, she would tell you how cute she found your chumminess and she would rub her face against your tummy.

Today in the evening, Rebecca was at your house hanging out with you. Which wasn't abnormal, but you were planning to confess your feelings to her.

Little did you know she would beat you to it.

You were sitting on you're couch watching a movie, like you usually did in your free time. While watching the movie, you were eating some takeout you got from a near by food stall. Occasionally laughing or commenting on the movie

When the movie was over you invited her to stay the night, and she was happy to obliged.

You gave her some clothes she could sleep in, and decided to get comfortable while she changed.

Your head was in a spiral of thoughts and worries, then you suddenly feel the bed sink beside you. When you look over you see Rebecca with her usual smile spread across her face. You smile back at her.

"You knowww.. I would totally take you out if you were into girls" she said with a teasing smile.

Your face burns bright red from her comment out of the blue.

But you were into girls.

Although you felt like you won the lottery, you didn't believe her. You thought she couldn't possibly mean that. She had been flirtatious before but nothing more than friendly teasing. Or that's what you thought.

"Beca you really need to stop mocking me you know." You said while elbowing her in the side.

"What if I wasn't mocking you? You really don't take me seriously? You're mean you know!" She said with a sinister smile while giving you a side eye.

You didn't know what to say. What if she wasn't joking? What if she was actually asking you out? What are you supposed to say to that?

Instead of answering, you decide to ask about your concern.

"Do you mean that..?" You ask with doubt clouding your expression.

She doesn't say anything for a while. You start worrying. What if you just made the most regrettable decision of your life? Did you just lose your chance of going out with her?

"Well, fuck yeah I would! You're really hot!" She said with enthusiasm

You stayed quiet. Face red and not knowing what to say. At this point you could tell she wasn't joking. Even with her joyfull personality, you could tell she wasn't joking about this.

"I.. I would go out with you too.." you said unsure of what came out your mouth.

She didn't say anything for a while. But then a wide grin appeared on her face. She pushed you over while jumping on you, she pushed her face into you neck. She left tiny kisses on your neck while giggling from the friction.

"So sense you would go out with, where are we going?" She said with giddiness in her voice.

"Well we could go out to eat tomorrow." You responded with a smile.

"My treat!" She said placing a long kiss on your cheek.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

CHAPTER THREE: MARLBORO REDS

NSWF, 18 +, MINORS DNI

Part One | Part Two in case you need to catch up 💕

Chapter Three is SFW content (though later there WILL be NSFW content, therefore, the 18+ label).

A/N: Here is PART THREE! We're actually ramping up to the story now, starting to build that sweet, sweet tension. Thank you to those of you who have been reading these so far and giving me feedback. I really appreciate your time, and I'm so excited to keep writing! As usual, check the tags for hints on what's to come, and I LOVE U SO INCREDIBLY MUCH, THANK U FOR BEING HERE.

The cash register drawer groaned as you shoved it into place and locked it. You turned around and walked the row of large windows, methodically pulling on the long strings to close each set of blinds as you made your way to the front of the shop. The last pull silenced the buzzing of the OPEN sign, and you gave the door a hard jostle to make sure it was locked up tight.

“Shit.” Glancing at the wall clock, you realized if you didn’t quicken your pace, you were going to be late for soundcheck at The Hideout. “Not three times in one day. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered to yourself, heels clacking rapidly on the vinyl flooring as you hurried to the break room to gather your things and jet out the back door. Plunging a hand into your bag, you felt around in the dark for your pack of Marlboros. “I swear they were in here. What the –” Conceding to the reality that you’d just have to pick up another pack, you began a half run through the alley to get to the corner store. It was close enough to The Hideout, and you reasoned that if you grabbed a bag of peanut M&Ms as an offering of apology to Eddie for your tardiness, he would likely let you off the hook for missing another sound check.

Rounding the corner out of the alley, it was a straight shot across the street and through the parking lot to the corner store. You were still half running and almost out of breath when you wrenched the door open and made a B-line for the peanut M&Ms. You were so determined to complete your mission that you didn’t even notice the blue Camaro you strode right past on your way in. You snagged the bag of M&Ms and a packet of Pop Rocks to sweeten the deal just in case and took your place in the long line to the register. You knew you were late, but you couldn’t figure out how late because there didn’t seem to be a clock anywhere in sight.

“Excuse me,” you said tapping the denim clad shoulder of the person in front of you. “Do you happen to have the time?”

“Sure,” the man sighed, checking his wristwatch. “It’s 8:57,” he relayed without turning around.

“Thank you,” you replied glumly, knowing that sound check was almost over, and Eddie would be infinitely more annoyed that you wouldn’t be there to play the first song. Jeff could sing some of the set list, so they might have to rearrange, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world. You rummaged through your bag once more, trying to make sure you at least had a lighter or some matches so you wouldn’t have to make another desperate trip back here later. Your fingertips found the cool metal of your lighter at the bottom of your bag, and as you brought it to the surface, it slipped right out of your hand, clattering to the floor. The man with the watch bent down and retrieved your lighter from its landing spot, and you instantly recognized him. Billy Fucking Hargrove.

“You should keep a tighter hold on this. It’s a nice one,” he said with a half smile, holding your Kreisler lighter out for you to take back.

“Yeah. Butter fingers,” you replied with a nervous laugh. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” For the first time you could recall, Billy was unusually quiet. You couldn’t feel the heat of arrogance radiating off of him like usual, and he wasn’t jutting his chin up in an attempt to signal masculine dominance. Something was off. You also noticed his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were slightly puffy. Had he been crying?

“So, uh,” you stammered awkwardly. “Come here often?” You offered the stupid question while avoiding eye contact, and Billy’s thousand-yard stare of surprise was uncontestable. He paused trying to correct his facial expression and let out a small chuckle.

“I guess so. Only as often as I have to.” He shuffled his feet where he stood and looked around the room, desperately searching his mind for conversation prompts. You could see the lightbulb go off in his head in real time. “You work at that record store downtown, right? Trax?”

“Yeah, I do,” you answered, a genuine smile forming on your lips. Billy Hargrove had remembered something about you, and you weren’t sure why that made you feel a bit warm inside.

“It’s a cool place. I’ve seen you in there before stocking shelves and pushing that big cart around. Seems like quite the workout,” he joked. His discomfort was slowly melting away, but you could still sense that he wasn’t at home in himself.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you confirmed. “The best part is the thirty percent discount though. Thirty percent on new selections and fifty on any overstock.”

“That’s very generous.” Billy was smiling now, too. “I’m still looking for a copy of the new Ratt album. Everywhere’s been sold out for months”

“Oh, Invasion of Your Privacy?”

“That’s the one.”

“Yeah, that one flies off the shelves every time we get more in. We just got a new shipment today though. I can set one aside for you…you know, if you want,” you offered somewhat hesitantly. You couldn’t let yourself forget this was Billy you were talking to, and his reputation still preceded him.

“That’s quite the offer,” he said, looking down to his feet, that smile still dancing at the corners of his mouth. “I can come pick it up tomorrow if you’ll be there.” His eyes snapped back up to yours, and you felt butterflies rise in your stomach.

“I’ll be there. Just go to the register, and tell whoever’s working the counter your name and that you have a layaway. I’ll make sure to get it ready for you first thing in the morning.” Billy nodded slowly, taking in your instructions.

“Thanks. It’s really cool of you to do that. I’ll definitely owe you one.”

“Anytime.” You smiled at him again, and you made a mental note to obey your first alarm tomorrow morning so you had time to follow through with your promise.

It was Billy’s turn in line, and you eavesdropped as he asked the cashier for a pack of Marlboro Reds. You couldn’t help but note that as a coincidence, and you stifled the little voice in your head that tried to tell you it might have been some taste of fate – there were probably ten million other people in the world who smoked Marb Reds besides you and Billy Fucking Hargrove.

“See you tomorrow.” Billy’s husky voice broke you out of your inner monologue. He gave you a small nod as he made his way toward the door. You stepped up to the counter to make your purchase as you tried not to let your mind wander.

Pushing the door open, you jumped as the roar of a blue Camaro just a few feet away startled you.

“Sorry about that,” Billy’s raised voice sounded from the open window of the driver’s seat. Did he just apologize for the sound of his car? What the hell was happening?

“No worries,” you reassured, smiling through your nervousness.

“Where are you headed? If you need a ride somewhere, maybe we can call that repayment for the layaway album.” It was a kind offer, and you’d almost wished your destination was further away so you could take him up on it.

“I’m just going right next door, actually.”

“To the dive bar?” Billy furrowed his brows in confusion. For a second, he thought you were making up a story just to avoid spending a few more minutes with him.

“To The Hideout,” you replied, trying not to let the edge catch your voice too much. “Our band plays shows there every Tuesday. I was late about ten minutes ago, so I really have to run.”

“You’re in a band?” Billy didn’t even try to hide his intrigue. “What kind of music do you guys play?”

“Eddie calls it progressive metal,” you answered. You knew you needed to get moving, but something about the depth of his eyes and the way they gripped you from the inside kept your feet firmly rooted in the concrete.

“Progressive metal,” he repeated slowly. “Interesting.” He looked ahead through his windshield and then down at his watch. “I’m not busy. I guess I might as well go see what you’re all about,” he finally said with a cheeky smile.

“I mean, if you want to. Everyone’s welcome.” You didn’t know what else to say. Was this some kind of prank? You knew Billy was into metal from the songs you couldn’t help but overhear blaring from his car every time he would swerve into the Hawkins High parking lot. Maybe he was genuinely curious about your band, or maybe he just needed an escape for the time being. Either way, you didn’t have time to argue with him, and Corroded Coffin could always use another fan.

Billy turned off the Camaro’s engine, exited the driver’s side, and slammed the door shut, checking the handle to make sure it was locked. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his form fitting jeans. “Lead the way,” he said with a smirk. His confidence had seemingly returned, and your chest tightened at the thought of what Eddie and the others would say when they saw you walk into the Hideout fifteen minutes late accompanied by Billy Hargrove. You didn’t have time to anticipate whatever the situation might be, so you walked briskly alongside him in silence toward the front door of The Hideout, praying that the M&Ms and Pop Rocks would be enough to appease Eddie, but knowing in your heart of hearts that it definitely wasn’t.

[rin-bellatrix]

It Takes Two

Rhys and Fiona find themselves pinned between a rock and a hard place, bandit vault hunters on the lookout for the pair. This was not the time for flirting. (Flirting happens anyway.)

Written for @sanzosin 💕

Header art is also by @sanzosin

Written for prompt #04 "An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose."

From this kiss prompt list

Takes place a year or two after Tales From The Borderlands

Galaxy dividers from this post

I had to google how to insert the "read more" line. Future reference: you put " : readmore : " with no spaces to add it. You're welcome, future rin 😌

⚠️ warning ⚠️: there is the mention of blood during a small section of this piece, but that's about it

"Are they gone?"

The fierce whisper somewhere to the left of her went unanswered, as Fiona chanced a quick peek out from behind their cover. The large scary men with their large scary weapons rounded a corner and disappeared from view. The vault hunter eased back behind the large boulder and sighed quietly, scrubbing a gloved hand over her face.

"Yeah, but they're not too far, so just sit tight for a bit more 'til we're in the clear," she instructed to the lanky man curled up by her side.

When Rhys insisted on coming along, she immediately knew that this trip was gonna turn into an escort mission. She had hoped she'd be wrong, but her new life experience as a vault hunter - and her previous life experience as a grifter and con woman on Pandora - had told her otherwise.

Atlas' CEO was currently pressed against her side, cowering behind the rock formation right along with her. She could feel the cold metal of his now bared prosthetic arm through her jacket. Dropping her hand, she glanced over to assess him.

Rhys had started this mission with a crisp designer suit, which Fiona had tried to warn him would get ruined along the journey. But he had insisted that his supposed "Atlas connected informants" repeatedly assured him that no one else knew about the location of the vault key piece that they were going on this expedition for. So, it would be smooth sailing for the both of them - he had even likened the trip to a vacation of sorts. (Of course he still classified this trip as strictly 'business' on paper, so his financing department could file the appropriate paperwork for that.) Fiona could have insisted that 1) he stay safe at Atlas HQ, or that 2) he at least take a weapon with him. But he had been all hopeful smiles and soft eyes and contagious excitement, that her resolve softened and she could only hope that his idea for this trip came out exactly as he planned.

Spoiler alert: it did not.

Rhys had predicted "smooth sailing". As things were right now, the waves were choppy and it seemed like they were on the verge of sinking.

Thankfully, her training under Athena had made her prepared, packing a small arsenal, the bare minimum of weapons required for vault hunting. Which was a very good thing, because when they reached the site that "no one else was supposed to know about", they ran into quite the big problem.

Another team had arrived just as they had. Problem number one: there were more than just two of them, consisting of about a dozen people. Problem number two: they were not happy to see Rhys and Fiona. Problem number three: they were heavily armed, like 'ready to go to war' armed. And the worst one of all, problem number four: they were not big fans of some friendly competition. To put it blatantly, the sooner Rhys and Fiona were dead, the better.

This was evidenced by the fact that as soon as Rhys tried throwing around his CEO status (to which later Fiona found out that he was trying to dissuade them from violence. "Have you never met a bandit before?" she asked, incredulous.), one of the bigger men clocked Rhys right in his little CEO nose and effectively broke it.

Fiona, battle hardened by this point and a long time people reader, could see this coming from a mile away. Which is why as soon as Rhys' head whipped back, she pulled the pin on the transfusion grenade and winged it directly into the assailant's face, breaking his nose in turn.

As the grenade exploded, it siphoned the health from their nearby opponents and poured it into Rhys, healing his nose but doing nothing for the blood already soaking his expensive clothes. The brute reeled back, his hands flying to his gushing nose to stop the blood flow. One of his bandit friends reached over to grab Rhys by the back of his jacket, but the Atlas president twisted and shucked his clothing, grabbing at Fiona to run in the opposite direction. Fiona followed, but had whipped Roshambo out, flicked it to the shock setting, and fired her single bullet into the chest of the closest bandit who had lunged after them. He seized up as electricity fried his nerves, but his fellow hunters behind him were just shaking off the after affects of the transfusion siphon.

Rhys had pulled them into a cave close by, a large catacomb of sorts, and they had somehow lost the small angry mob of bandit vault hunters that were on their tail.

Looking over him now, he looked pale, which honestly was nothing new. But the blood loss he experienced certainly didn't help with that. His nose looked as it normally did, the transfusion grenade healing him perfectly. But his nostrils and lower face were faintly stained with blood. He had obviously at some point tried to scrub it off with his sleeve, probably when she was keeping an eye on the whereabouts of their less than friendly competition. He had gotten most of it off, so he honestly didn't look too bad. But seeing her lanky friend, with his long legs pulled up against his chest and his heterochromic eyes wide with worry, with the faintest smudge of blood on him added to his overall downtrodden look.

She sighed.

This was gonna be one hell of a trip.

Reaching over, Fiona brushed some of his usually perfectly coifed hair back into place. Getting decked in the face and then running for his life had disturbed his otherwise sleek style. He watched her do this silently, his eyes looking over her face as if to find something there.

"Are you okay Fi, you weren't hurt or anything back there, were you?" he murmured, concern pinching his features in his worry over her.

Before the Pandoran could answer, she saw the way his amber ECHO eye glowed dimly, his eyes tracking over her whole body now. She knew he was looking for injuries, analyzing her form to get his answer before he could even finish asking it.

Fiona shook her head though, gesturing to him with a nudge of her chin. "I'm fine. You should be more worried about yourself. Good thing I had a transfusion grenade, otherwise your whining would sound a lot stuffier."

Rhys shrugged, his metal arm rubbing along the sleeve of her jacket. "I've been punched more times in the face than you think, I'll live."

"I think you underestimate how many times I think you've been punched in the face. I'd wager it's been quite a lot," she stage whispered the last part, even leaning in closer to him as if to tell him a secret.

"Hey," he pouted, looking ridiculous with his knees pulled up, his fancy clothing all askew and ruined. "What makes you say that? I have a beautiful and charming personality you know. Just because bloodthirsty bandits don't have the mental capacity to appreciate it, doesn't mean-"

"That's right, what did you say to them again? 'Hey there fellas, Atlas' president and CEO here, what an absolute pleasure to meet ya!'"

"First of all, my voice is not that high-"

"'What are the chances of us meeting here? I was told no one else knew about this place - guess I'm gonna hafta fire someone, you guys know how that is, right heh heh?'"

"-Secondly, I was trying to be courteous-"

"And you still wonder why you got a face full of fist? Rhys, have you learned nothing from your adventures on Pandora? At least when you had that psychopathic megalomaniac in your head, you should've picked up on this universal truth: bandits and courtesy do not go together."

"...Third of all..." Rhys sniffed here, indignant. "...I was trying to act brave... For you..."

Fiona felt her heart melt, but she quickly tried to school her features to keep him from knowing. "You idiot..." she said softly, the tone of her voice making it come off as less like reprimanding and more like affectionate. "Out of the two of us, I'm the one who should be protecting you."

On that note, she shifted until she could dig into her pocket, pulling out the digitized carrying case that all vault hunters had. She activated it and opened her digital inventory, purposefully ignoring the stare she could feel her friend giving her. Selecting the best shield she had, she waited for it to assimilate into her hand before she set the portable inventory off to the side.

She turned towards Rhys, holding the high powered shield out to him. "Here, put this on and this should help for if and when we bump into those walking skag piles again."

"Oh, good thinking... Uhmmm... I've never actually worn a shield so, like, how do I put on...?"

The vault hunter rolled her eyes, dumbfounded but also amazed at how the president and CEO of a major weapons company had never used a shield before.

"You are truly something else, Rhys," she sighed, gesturing for him to relax his posture.

He lowered his legs, freeing up room for her to reach around his body to try and secure the shield somewhere unobtrusive around his slim waist. "Is that a good thing or...?"

She scoffed, amusement coloring her tone at the underlying playful notes in his voice. She looked up to tease him some more just as he tilted his head down to catch her facial expression from underneath the brim of her hat. His chin skimmed over her nose and their lips met briefly before they both jerked away.

Fiona blinked in shock, trying to comprehend what just happened, while Rhys' face exploded with a bright blush, his eyes wide with surprise.

"U-uhmmm..." he fretted, hands coming up to nervously fiddle with each other.

When a long, painfully awkward moment of silence stretched on between them, Rhys cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak. "Fiona, I-"

"I'm sorry."

The vault hunter's words killed off his own, his thundering heart cracking along the edges at the cool but regretful expression she wore on her face.

Another silence pervaded, this one effectively ridding the light hearted atmosphere of just a few moments ago. Her apology felt like it was for more than just the accidental kiss, it felt like a full on rejection. A rejection of everything he had yet to say to her. He felt the cracks over his heart broaden just as she spoke up again.

"Rhys... That was a mistake, and I'm sorry. I know lately you've been trying to foster something serious with Sasha, and although I protested at first-"

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Fiona glanced up at him cautiously, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "...I said I know about you and Sasha-"

"Me and Sasha what? There's nothing going on between us, nothing like you think-"

"Oh come off it Rhys! I knew you had a thing for her since back in the caravan days. And I know you told me forever ago that you were "interested in someone else", but I know you just said that to get me off your back. Lately, you've both been staying up late to talk over the ECHO comms - look, I'm not blind! Like, I know you're probably trying to sneak behind my back like a couple of teenagers, because I said once before to stay away from my sister..." Fiona's face twisted in something that could have been distaste, but she shifted her features to some resemblance of acceptance. "But... you're a good man Rhys, and I know you'd never purposefully hurt my sister... So I... I-I give you my bless-"

"Please don't," he interrupted quickly, cutting her off before she could force herself to struggle through a misplaced and unwanted blessing.

She looked up at him with her bright jade eyes, taken aback by his words.

"Listen, you've got it all wrong..." Rhys inhaled deeply, before sighing and squaring his shoulders. "Fi, the reason Sasha and I have been talking and hanging out so much lately is because, I was trying to get her help with trying to court you..."

Now, Fiona considered herself pretty fluent in reading people, but Rhys might as well have been a book in another language with the way she was not understanding him at all. "...You what...?"

"Yeah... I like you, Fiona. I really do. This..." He gestured around them, and she got that he meant more than just the rocky corner they were huddled together in. "This whole trip was for you. I wanted this to go so easy for us, and when we found the piece of the vault key that we came here for, I'd take your hands in mine and I'd tell you-..." Rhys frowned and looked down into his lap, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. He fiddled with his fingers once again as he mumbled under his breath, "Nothing, it was nothing, it was stupid anyway..."

Fiona carefully reached over with her gloved hands, taking Rhys' larger ones in her own. Shocked, he looked up into her eyes and was met with softest expression on her face that he had ever seen.

"Tell me..." she insisted, her voice gentle to preserve this delicate moment.

Rhys gulped, hope burning bright in his heart as he sat up straight and focused entirely on the woman before him. "Fiona... You've got the key to my vault... You always have..."

".........Like, you mean your heart?"

"Well, yeah... Thought that was kinda, you know, obvious........."

The Pandoran woman pressed her lips together, fighting mightily against the urge to laugh. Her hands shook in the young CEO's light grip, and she knew he was perturbed with her reaction when his face conformed into his usual pout.

"Don't laugh at me..." he grumbled, sulking heavily.

"I'm-... I'm not, ahem - excuse me - I'm not laughing at you... I'm laughing with you."

"Uhh, last time I checked, I wasn't laughing." >:(

Fiona cracked, a snorted giggle doubling her over. She heard above her Rhys' exasperated sigh, but throughout their exchange, they never let go of the other's hands. Even now, when she could feel in her bones that Rhys was rolling his eyes at her antics, his hands gave hers a gentle squeeze. She snickered wickedly and squeezed back firmly.

"Did you tell Sasha what you were going to say? Oh man, I can't wait to tell her...!"

"Yeah... She laughed at it too..."

This caused Fiona to relapse back into another fit of giggles, though she had to admit that Rhys' interesting confession was only part of the reason she was so happy. The other part was due to the fact that she no longer had to bear guilt over the turbulant feelings she harbored for her friend.

"So, uhm..." He cleared his throat, yet another blush pinkening his cheeks. "What happened earlier... Do you... Still regret it...?"

Fiona was sure that if she wasn't holding both of his hands, he'd be rubbing at the back of his neck anxiously right about now. With her amusement dying down, she met his eyes and watched as he once again activated his golden ECHO eye to take in the smallest details of her body language. She could almost hear the implant whirring as it worked to focus on her.

Instead of answering him outright, she broke the hold of their hands and once again reached around his waist to finish placing the shield, as she had been doing before they were interrupted. She heard him hold his breath as she got closer, her arms circling around his body to fuss with the clip that secured around the belt that was probably worth more than her entire outfit. If she glanced up just slightly, she could see his pulse thumping wildly along his tattooed neck. She tilted her head up even more, purposefully brushing the tip of her nose along his jaw and a bit further up his face. Rhys took the hint and lowered himself down enough to where their lips passed by very fleetingly, and she felt him suck in a quick, cool breath against her colored mouth.

"Is this okay...?" he asked, his voice so soft and light that she almost felt the question more than heard it.

"More than okay..." she answered, before closing her eyes and pressing her lips against his fully in a true kiss.

She felt him tremble from where their mouths met, and she was surprised to find that she herself was damn near breathless at the euphoria humming through her body. She had wondered, always, what kissing Rhys might feel like. An innocent kiss such as this was more than worth the wait.

They gradually pulled apart, but only far enough as to look each other in the eyes. A moment passed, and tentative but happy smiles broke out on their faces.

"Rhys, you're truly unbelievable..." she snickered, admiring quite selfishly the way her lipstick looked covering his mouth. It was almost like she had put her mark on him, proclaiming him as hers. After convincing herself that they could never be, something as simple as her lipstick on his skin was strangely therapeutic.

"Yeah, that's me, unbelievable Rhys. And now you've got me all to yourself..."

The vault hunter wanted to kiss that silly grin off his face, his exuberant happiness infecting her and making her cheeks hurt from how much she was grinning. She really wanted to taste that smile again. If she was being truly honest with herself, she had wanted that for a very long time. And now, it seemed like she could indulge in that opportunity whenever she wanted.

Perhaps this trip wasn't so bad after all.

"Quit it," she admonished with no heat, a smile in her words. "This is a life or death situation here, this is not the time for flirting."

She purposefully turned away from him, taking hold of her minimized digital inventory and closing it. She tucked it back into her pocket and instead focused on reloading Roshambo's single bullet. She had two other guns on her, but her tiny pistol had always come in handy when she needed to be the quicker draw. After it was loaded, she pushed it back into its spring loaded mechanism and unholstered her corrosive SMG. Flicking the safety off, she regarded her friend (boyfriend??) again.

She would have given Rhys a gun, but he disliked them generally and on top of which, his aim was absolute shit. It was a great irony that the same man was the head and sole owner of one of the major weapons manufacturers.

But Fiona didn't have time to dwell on that, her main focus right now was to somehow get both of their asses out of here alive so they could explore this potential new aspect in their relationship. Eager for just that, she'd make sure to keep both of them in one piece.

"You ready?" she checked, settling into True Vault Hunter mode. She was mentally taking inventory of her gear, something so second nature to her now that she was able to shift most of her focus towards her companion.

Rhys blinked at her, a contained but still clearly noticeable lovestruck expression on his face. "Have I ever told you how hot you look when you're all badass...?"

This was not the time for flirting, but maybe Fiona could smear some more of her lipstick across his mouth before they had to kick some bandit butt.

©rin-bellatrix 2022

☆ borderlands masterlist ⋆ main masterlist ☆

[bonerwater]

Surprise round of:

💕SMASH💕

or

❄️PASS❄️

✨Monsterfvck Edition: Lex' art vol.2✨

the Satyr & the Minotaur

the Centaur & the Kallikantzaros

the Cyclops (& the Gorgon?)

‼️Rated AO for Artistic H(O) ‼️

The Satyr:

YES a Smash

Just look at those lips , luscious and plump, begging to be kissed. Is he a throat goat too? I wanna test it out

The Minotaur

Also a SMASH

I must admit though I am a bit biased because of s visual novel I played with him on it . Do I wanna be him or wanna fuck him? Both

The Centaur

He looks like he’d bring weed brownies to the mutuals orgy , sex and getting high? Why not. A SMASH

Kallokantzaros

It depends, I’ve never heard of this guy before , so I don’t know what his deal is, I like his face though. No drunk sex though

Smash Smash

Cyclops

Oh hell yeah Smash.

He’s so hardworking how could I say no?

Gorgon

She has a bad bitch and milf energy combined into one, I gotta respect her for that, I would say smash but I don’t wanna be Rock hard forever 😅

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Bring me a Dream Playlist - AKA songs that played in my head while reading lol 😁

Halsey: Not Afraid Anymore - Judging from the lyrics, this song is about how Reader's feelings for Corinthian changed, and how she changed Labrinth: New Girl (Euphoria OST) - When Corinthian sees Reader for the first time Big Data: Dangerous (Oliver Remix) - At the club, when Reader meets Corinthian The Weeknd: Die For You - When they meet again at the club Velvet Revolver: Come In, Come On - I think Corinthian would listened to this while driving, after he left the guy's home whom he killed Graffiti 6: Calm The Storm - When Reader and Cori have sex Peggy Lee: That's My Style - After Reader slept with Cori, she daydreams of him and I can imagine Cori taking out Reader for shopping trips and nice dinners etc. Jennifer Lopez: Feelin' So Good - When Reader and Casey getting ready for their night out

💕

Omg Omg OMG Thank you for sending this, its so cool there's a Bring me a Dream Playlist! I love your thoughts on it as well like

"Sweet talk with a hint of sin, Begging you to take me, Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing" This is so them!!! Like, her getting slowly corrupted by him the contrast of sweet and sinful yessss

It's so haunting but like curious? Perfect

Honestly she knows just how dangerous he is the moment she sees him, but even so this is a vibe because its got the dark undertones that there's someone else out there watching them and well 👀 also I love "I bet you didn't know someone could love you this much" because yessss that's them

Ughhh "You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry, You're scared to be lonely, 'specially in the night, I'm scared that I'll miss you, happens every time" reader is all like no ew I don't actually want you, but soon as she comes round to him she can't be away from him 😭

This is defintiley a Corointhian vibe, he loves a bit of rock ahaha! Also I feel like "Yeah, now won't you save me, 'Cause I have been through all the rest" is so good cause that's pretty much how they get together in the first place, he's like "wanna fix me?" basically ahahaha

Ohhhhh this is a vibe. This is smooth and slow and it goes perfectly with Corinthian being all careful and taking his time with reader, this is great 💕

This made me giggle because I can totally imagine reader spacing out and having a little montage like something out of Top Hat with them all dressed up fancy and dancing through big grand sets and going out to dinner eeeeee 😍

I love that you've given Casey and reader their own little getting ready anthem, cuuute!

[yashaslionett]

Thank you @omniscientwreck for the tag. Here are my 15 Questions for 15 Mutuals!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Birth name? No. The name I go by now: hell yeah☀️

2. When was the last time you cried?

Well I’m reading Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters right now and I cried this afternoon when I got to a certain point in a character’s flashback.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, almost never. I speak very genuinely and have a tough time discerning when other people are using sarcasm.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I’m not gonna lie- I am way too freaked out about making sure I’m staring at their eyes the proper way to notice much about them.

6. What’s your eye color?

As it was called when I was younger: poop brown!

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Not a huge scary movie fan so Imma say happy endings. My real preference is sad foreign movies or movies where they beat up Nazis (Inglorious Basterds my beloved).

8. Any special talents?

I used to have relative pitch! My piano teacher would have me turn my back, then he played a note/chord, and I could guess what it was (for example: F# minor.) But I haven’t had access to a piano in a while so I don’t know if it still holds true. :(

9. Where were you born?

Copying in the fashion of the person who tagged me- 600+ miles from where I live now.

10. What are your hobbies?

D&d, gay yearning, rock climbing

11. Do you have any pets?

Nope, but I have been researching getting a snake!

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Basketball and softball, and I suppose rock climbing if that counts?

13. How tall are you?

5’9” (in true dude fashion, I am rounding up ever so slightly 😉 but I would have been an inch and a half taller than 5’9” if I didn’t have a Seriously Fucked Up spine.)

14. Favourite subject in school?

Math and english. Which is hilarious because I did not study either of those in college.

15. Dream job?

Doing whatever I can to make the world a better place. It would be fun if that was through my music or my writing. Making a positive impact on the people I care about is also a priority. 💕

Any mutuals that want to- consider this your tag!

[thiefoflight68]

First Kiss - Kirishima x Shinsou

Recently posted for Second Chance Ranch ... my side ship is sooo adorable. Western AU. Kiri confesses to Shin his unrequited love for the last 6 years and it makes my heart melt 🫠

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Setting the bowls on the rocks, he jumped up and sat down next to him. Taking off his hat, he leaned into him and got as close as he dared to his face. “You were right,” he said quietly. “I was checking out your ass.” The confession was simple and had the effect he’d hoped, Shin looked up at him. His teary eyes were round with shock.

“R-Really?” He stammered.

“Yeah,” Kiri let out a long sigh. “Really.”

Shin propped his chin on his knees, his eyes narrowing. He sniffled a bit and then started to say something.

“Wait,” Kiri held up his hand, stopping him. “Lemme finish… I like you, Shin. In fact, I have for a long time. Pretty much since I met you.” The words felt good to say, making him more relaxed.

Shin’s eyes grew wide again. “You? Like me?” His voice was incredulous, as if the thought was beyond preposterous.

“That’s what I said,” Kiri nodded. Reaching out slowly, he plucked his hat off his head and brushed his hand through his thick hair, he didn’t react but watched him curiously. “I’m guessing you don’t feel the same about me but…” Kiri paused hoping he would argue with him.

“Never thought about it honestly.” Shin replied, chewing on his lip thoughtfully as if thinking it over. “I mean… you’re always having to deal with my shit. Figured you hated it.”

Kiri let out a strangled laugh. “I did it because… well, because.”

Shin tucked his chin against his knees and gave him a small smile. “Say it again.”

“Are you messing with me?”

“No.”

“Okay.” Kiri sucked in a deep breath. “I like you Shin.”

The fire crackled loudly, and a branch split in half, falling into the pile. A shower of sparks burst from the flames then slowing, they lazily trailed upwards with the smoke.

“Now what?” Shin turned to watch the glowing embers float in the air.

Unconsciously Kiri let out a laugh. What was next? “How about we eat our dinner?” He grabbed their bowls and held them up. Shin took one and sniffed at the lump of chicken and pasta. Taking a bite, Kiri realized how hungry he was and wolfed it all down, licking his fork after eating the last piece. He noticed Shin was stirring the food and taking tiny bites. “You need to eat.”

“I know but… I’m trying to decide.”

“Decide what?” Kiri leaned forward to put his bowl back on one of the rocks.

“If I like you or not.”

The bowl slipped from his fingers causing the metal to clang on the rock and fall into the burning wood. “Shit!” Grasping the edge with his fingers, he jerked it out of the blazing heat and dropped it into the dirt. “Ow!” He hissed.

“Idiot,” Shin chuckled and grabbed his hand, inspecting the red mark. “I think you’ll live.” Suddenly, he kissed the spot. “There,” he smiled again, the playful smirk was back, matching his sparkling eyes. “That should make it better.” Picking up his bowl he began to eat again.

“That wasn’t fair.” Kiri pouted slightly and put some hot water into his bowl.

“I know,” Shin snorted softly and finished his dinner, handing him his empty dish. Kiri poured the last of the water into the pan and set it all aside. Shin nudged him with his boot. “Did you at least bring dessert?”

Looking back over his shoulder Kiri gave him a sly smile. “What do you think?”

Shin laughed and blushed. “Yes,” he grinned, “you always bring something for me.” He furrowed his brow and then looked seemingly shocked again. “Shit, Kiri! Do you really like me?”

“Uh,” Kiri blinked. “Isn’t that what I said?”

“Well saying is one thing,” Shin laughed, this time more self-consciously, his blush growing redder. Kiri felt heat rush into his own cheeks, they probably both matched perfectly. Thankfully it was only the two of them to see each other.

Snagging the plastic bag with the stuff he’d packed, Kiri tossed it in front of Shin, who leaned over his knees and peered inside. Reaching in, he moved a few things around, then smiled wide when he saw it.

Happiness at seeing that smile was an understatement. Kiri always made sure he kept Shin’s favorite candy on hand and in the past when he’d give it to him, he’d just grab it and eat it, clueless to the gesture… but now… fuck… now he understood.

“Thanks.” Shin pulled out the candy bar and ripped open the wrapper. Taking a bite, he moaned softly as he chewed, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile of appreciation.

Sliding back to the bedroll Kiri sat next to him again, trying to will his heart to slow down. Shin swallowed and began to play with a piece of the wrapper that hung loose.

“Thanks.”

Kiri bumped him lightly. “You already said that.”

“No,” he turned to look at him. The firelight lit up his eyes that were shining brightly with unshed tears again. “Not just for the candy. For everything. You saved me Kiri. I can’t understand why anyone would like me, especially you, but-”

“Shin.” Kiri covered his mouth with his hand and then, impulsively, pressed his mouth on the other side. Their lips were separated only by his fingers. Pulling back, he kept his hand on him. “Next time you talk like that I’ll shut that mouth up without my hand in the way.” He kissed the back of his hand again to prove his point and cocked a brow. Releasing him, he noticed a bit of chocolate at the corner of his lip and gently wiped it away.

Shin looked rattled. Then very slowly he set his candy bar on his pillow and grasped both of Kiri’s cheeks in his hands and planted a kiss on his lips.

Kissing! They were kissing!

Kiri was sure that whatever engine pumped his heart had gone into overdrive, pushing the limits of beats per minute. His lips were soft as they moved over his, but his movements were awkward, almost robotic.

Pulling back, Shin tapped his lips with his fingers and frowned. “Not that great,” he mused thoughtfully.

What the fuck?

Shrugging, he went to pick up his candy bar, but Kiri hauled him into his lap.

“Kiri!” He yelled as he flailed, fighting him.

“Stop.” The word was soft but commanding and Shin quieted immediately. “That wasn’t a kiss.” Kiri rasped gruffly and nuzzled his lips along his cheek enjoying the feeling of his softness. When he thought he’d explode from desire, Kiri kissed him again. Tenderly at first, drawing his lush lips into his mouth. His hand dove into his hair, the thick strands catching his fingers as he cradled his head. Shin sat stiffly, but as he kissed him, he softened. His lips began to kiss back, this time more naturally and then, more fervently.

Kiri was desperate for more.

“Open your mouth, Shin.” He tugged on his chin with his thumb until he hesitantly did as he asked. Taking his time Kiri licked his lips, tasting the chocolate still lingering on his skin. Shin was trembling as he finally slipped his tongue into his mouth, following the sweetness of the candy. He didn’t hold back but tasted every part of him, his blood slamming through his body uncontrollably. He rained kisses across his nose, chin and lips, returning to delve into his sweet mouth. Shin whimpered softly completely lost in the moment.

Kiri almost came undone.

Pulling back to see his face, he was glad to see his lips slightly swollen and his eyes a bit unfocused. “Better?” He chuckled softly and swept his thick hair off his forehead, planting a final kiss there. Shin was quiet but wiggled to sit up and slid off his lap. “Shin?” Kiri leaned over his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

Had he gone too fast?

Shin peeked at him from under hooded eyes. A hot blush stained his entire face, clashing with his beautiful purple hair. “That…” Shin fidgeted with his jacket. “That was nice,” he breathed out quietly.

“Just nice?” Kiri kissed his cheek.

“No.” His fingers clasped and unclasped around the button of his shirt. “I liked it… a lot,” Shin admitted quietly. “But, why me?”

Kiri pulled him back into his lap and settled him in between his legs, cradling him from behind. “You bewitch me. I never had a chance against you.” Shin snorted derisively. “Seriously,” Kiri argued. “Remember that day? I came back with Iz from the parole office, scared as shit.”

“You?” Shin sounded surprised.

“Yeah, I get scared too.”

“You never show it.”

“Well,” Kiri looked up at the moon. “I guess I was always the one that had to protect my sister, you know? So, I grew up acting like I was okay, so she wouldn’t get freaked out.”

“Right…” Shin nodded, his head moving against his chest.

“I was so nervous I thought I was gonna throw up. And then as we drove into the courtyard this long-legged kid, looking just like a skittish colt, came barreling out of the barn practically baring his teeth.” He chuckled at the memory. “You… stunned me.”

“I’m not a horse,” Shin thumped his head on him.

“Yeah, you are,” Kiri laughed. “All legs and full of crazy energy but… you took my breath away. I’d never met anyone like you, and I never will again.” Shin tilted his head back far enough that they could see each other.

“I guess that could be true,” he twisted his lips. “I’m one-of-a-kind.” He laughed wryly.

Kiri kissed his forehead. “You really are.”

Shin sighed and sat up. “I should finish the dishes.”

“No, I’ll do them. It's my turn.”

“You made dinner though,” he protested.

“A shitty dinner according to you.”

“It was pretty bad,” Shin giggled. “Okay, you can do them.”

Ruffling his hair, Kiri untangled their bodies and squatted down to quickly rinse and clean up the mess kits.

Shin pulled off his boots and sat cross-legged on his bedroll watching him. He’d grown quiet again and normally that was just the way they were together… but after the kiss, Kiri was feeling insecure. There were so many things he wanted to ask.

Will you go out with me?

Can I kiss you again?

But he felt too strange suddenly blurting that stuff out loud. Scrubbing the pot, Kiri laid it on the rocks to rinse it out. He heard Shin tearing at the paper of his candy.

Glancing up, his heart jumped into his throat seeing what he was doing. He was smiling shyly, his eyes glittering enticingly while he smeared the chocolate candy bar over his lips, like he was putting on lip gloss.

The fire suddenly hissed as he missed the pan and poured the water into the flame.

Shin chuckled softly.

“Shit,” Kiri jumped and pulled the pan off the rocks, rinsing it again. Adding dry wood to the fire, he shook his head. “You’re teasing me.”

“I am.”

“Does this mean…” he looked up again to see the seductive mess smeared on his lips.

“Mean?” His pink tongue flicked along his lower lip, leaving a glistening trail through the thick candy.

“Shin,” Kiri groaned, his voice pained. “I know we kissed, but now,” he could barely restrain himself. “Well, I’m going to have to kiss you again, and I want to and all, but… I need more than that.”

Tipping his head, Shin stared at him. “I know.” He smiled and lay on his side. “Can we start slow?” He reached out his hand and beckoned to him. “Sleep next to me and just share dessert,” he licked more of the chocolate from his lip, “before I eat it all.”

Scrambling to his feet, Kiri put another big log on the fire and moved his bedroll next to his. Laying down he propped himself on his elbow staring into his eyes, he blushed beautifully. Tentatively, Kiri bent down and tasted his mouth. “You’re sweet,” he licked along his lip.

“That tickles!” Shin laughed and pushed at his chest.

“Tickles?” Cocking a brow, Kiri bent down and kissed him firmly, nibbling at his mouth, his tongue cleaning up the chocolate. Shin kissed him back, but his movements were wooden again, like… Kiri drew back. “Shin, have you ever been kissed?” He felt his body stiffen under him, shit. Bad question.

“Well yeah, of course,” rolling his eyes mockingly, he ran his hands under the thick collar of Kiri’s jacket. “I - I just haven’t, you know, in a while, so I’m a bit rusty.”

“Mmm,” Kiri kissed his chin. “Me too. Sorry, I was just hoping that I was your first.” He nibbled on his jawline and worked his way to his ear, tugging softly on his earlobe. Shin squirmed under him.

“Um, why?”

“No reason,” Kiri came back to stare at his lips, most of the candy now cleaned off. “I guess I’m just like anyone else, a bit overwhelmed about the person I like, that’s all. Wish you were only mine.”

Grabbing his shoulders, Shin lifted himself up off the pillow and kissed him fast. It was a quick chaste peck. “That’s it.”

Kiri laughed, not understanding. “That's what?”

Huffing loudly, Shin repeated the gesture, “that was my first kiss, in primary school. Can’t remember her name, she kissed me and ran away.”

He was blushing so hard, Kiri could see the red flush in his cheeks even in the dim firelight. A surge of possessiveness swept through him, he was his first. Checking it a bit, he knew he’d need to be careful, or he’d scare the shit out of him. “Well, since you can’t remember her name, could we count this as your first real kiss?”

“Yes, Eijirou,” Shinsou grabbed his cheeks roughly. “I will allow that,” he chided teasingly and dragged him down for another long kiss.

[sweeterthanthis]

Daddy’s Dumb Baby

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 634

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, daddy kink (ofc), sloppy throat fucking, dacryphilia, dumbification, slight cumplay, zero plot. 18+.

A/N: Written for @fairyevans 1k NSFW Challenge. I hope you like it 😬 Congratulations again, lovely! 💕 I chose the kinks dacryphilia and dumbification.

Your head bobbing up and down in his lap, cherry red, lipstick smeared across your cheek, you suck a desperate breath in through your nostrils; throat contracting around the head of his leaking cock sporadically. 

“S’a good girl, fuck, such a good girl.” Lee praises, one hand resting on the back of your head, forcing your mouth further down onto him, the other cupping your jaw, keeping your mouth open nice and wide for him. “Jus’ my dumb little slut, huh? Daddy’s cock sendin’ you stupid, baby? S’that what’s happenin’ here?”

You try to answer, useless as it may be, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth, lips pushing tiny bubbles of spit down his swollen cock, your nose resting in the generous pool of it lingering at the base of him. 

“Yeah, yeah you are. Walkin’ round here all dolled up, and pretty for me. Knew I was gonna have’ta fuck this perfect mouth the minute I saw you in that little dress.” His fingers tangled in your hair, he yanks your head up off him, allowing you a minute to breathe as he leans forward, a sardonic smirk etched upon his pink lips. “You know your place, don’t ya baby? Tell daddy where you belong.”

His hands move to cup your messy face, mascara trailing down your cheeks and lipstick, mingled with spit, well and truly ruined. Wiping your black tears with his thumbs, he presses a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose. “Look so fuckin’ pretty when you cry, baby. Makes me hard as a goddamn rock. Tell me where you belong.” 

“B-belong right here. On my, on my knees for daddy.” You almost whisper, lips moving down to brush against the reddened crown of his dick as you do so. “Just daddy’s dumb, little cockslut.” 

Slumping back against the sofa, lips pursed as he sucks in a sharp breath, he jerks his hips up, cock piercing down your throat once again, making you gag around him. 

“That’s right, baby. Daddy’s dumb, little cockslut. Get so drunk on daddy’s dick, you just can’t think straight, can ya bub?” 

You shake your head from side to side in agreement, looking up at him through damp, thick lashes, chest swelling with pride at the sight of him panting and grunting in satisfaction. 

You cup his balls, rolling them firmly in your palm, just the way he likes it; cheeks hollowed as you suckle as much of him into your mouth as you can. 

“Can’t function, huh? Can’t fuckin’ breathe without daddy’s dick.” He thrusts up into your mouth, garbled sounds echoing off the walls, your mouth pliant as you let him abuse it. 

“Fuckin’ christ, gonna make me cum.” He hisses through gritted teeth, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping it between your lips. “Open up that dirty whore mouth and take it all.” 

The apex of your thighs buzzes with the excitement of getting him off, of tasting him on your tongue once again. He was your favourite meal.

Lips parted as far as they could go, sloppy tongue flat against your chin, you hummed; eyelids fluttering closed as you awaited your reward. 

“Here it fuckin’ comes, fuck, don’t you let any go to waste now.” 

You preen when his hot, sticky spend hits your tongue, lips and chin - mouth closing around his tiny slit to gather the stray droplets, tongue snaking out to lick at the pearly liquid on his thumb. 

“That’s it, get it all, lick it all up for me.” Lee encourages, watching through heavy lidded eyes, cock twitching against your swollen, used lips. You swipe at the small amount on his thigh, bringing your index finger to your lips and sucking on it with a lusty moan. “Don’t play with your food, baby.” 

[dawndelion-winery]

Acco, congrats on 200 followers!! For your event, may I sit inside and order a Sherry with Cheese? I'll let you decide if my date is Childe or Thoma because I can't choose </3

Echo Your Name

Thoma × GN!Reader

A/N: tyvm for participating, comrade<33 I went with Thoma otherwise all the requests would be for Childe dbkqxbakx💕💕

There was no one who could possibly contend with Thoma for the position of your best friend. His mother encouraged your playdates, endeared by how sweet the two of you were together, hoping it would be a friendship to last. And it did seem like it would be.

When Thoma decided he wanted to visit his father in Inazuma, he'd invited you along. So young and blissfully unaware of the world, the two of you had nodded heartily in an agreement to prepare for the trip. However, with time came responsibilities, and when he was ready to set off, you were still bound by existing commitments in Mondstadt. Still, he couldn't wait around forever. Holding you tightly and cradling your head against his chest, he promised he'd return as soon as he could.

"It'll be as if I never left," he'd promised while stroking your hair. He carried a bottle of dandelion wine with him as he boarded the ship, waving to you even as you faded to a tiny speck in the horizon. In your hand, you clutched a little trinket he'd left you with, praying for his safety.

Not even three days later you heard the ship never docked in Inazuma, having crashed en route. It was like a bucket of ice crashing over you; you couldn't accept it, you wouldn't. You refused to believe your dearest friend was gone - the boy you'd grown up with, running around catching crystalflies, throwing rocks at anemo slimes and running back home before it could attack you. It didn't feel right for him to be gone.

When you hadn't heard from him in months, you feared there was no denying it further. His parting words, so bittersweet in your memory, seemed to taunt you now - "Don't worry so much. Celestia would have to take my life to keep me from coming back to see you again."

One can only imagine the shock you had when you received a letter from him months later.

Clearing your schedul as best as you could, you scheduled a trip to Inazuma, eager to see your best friend again. There was no mistaking his penmanship, it had to be him, and that had to mean he was still alive. You'd expected the search to be harder, but with the swiftness of Lord Barbatos and a hijacked boat, you managed to navigate your way around Inazuma's many islands to find the Kamisato Estate.

It was...different from Mond. You wondered what it was like for Thoma when he first got there - stranded in a completely new nation with nothing to his name. You traced your fingertips over the intricately designed architecture when a familiar, excited voice called out to you.

"Y/N? You're actually here!"

You turned to see Thoma in clothes you'd never seen before - but they suited him nicely - and a pretty lady beside him with a gentle smile.

Who was she? The armour incorporated into her fancy dress, hair that flowed like silk. She looked like an angel with her soft round eyes blue as the sky.

"So this is..." Even her voice was lovely.

"The special someone I told you about, yes."

They seemed close. In the same way you were before he'd left. As Thoma came forward to hug you, you could only manage a half-hearted pat on his back. As if sensing something was amiss, the lady nodded, excusing herself to give the two of you some time to catch up.

"I kind of thought you'd be a little happier to see me," he said, ruffling the back of his hair sheepishly. "You haven't really changed much since I last saw you - in a good way, of course!"

Chuckling lightly, you nudged his shoulder. "You haven't changed much either."

"Yeah, I guess you could say I'm still your same Thoma since my feelings haven't changed either."

Well that was an odd way to put it. You tried to laugh it off, but he still looked at you expectantly as though he was waiting for an answer. He looked forlorn as he leaned closer, his hand coming up to brush hair out of your face. Catching himself before he made contact, he retracted his hand, leaving the both of you laughing awkwardly wishing the tension could just disappear.

Mistaking your silence as having finished catching up from afar, Ayaka rejoined your duo. She carried a small bouquet of Inazuman flowers which she handed to Thoma before stepping behind him and gently pushing him towards you.

"Didn't you say there was plenty you wished to show them? Time waits for no one Thoma, your date starts now."

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[kingkatsuki]

Is your musical milestone event still open? If so, could I ask for Kirishima with the "band" Hozier? There was a security guard when I went to go see Hozier and I swear this dude was so fine I wished he had pat me down lol. Just imagining Kiri as a big buff security guard pulling me aside cause I'm too cute for him too ignore oh man <3

(Happy 30k by the way, that's literally insane!!! You deserve each and every follower bro, your writing rocks!)

Thank you so much for sending something in🥺💕

It means a lot coming from you because I love your writing so much too!🥰💕

Warnings: non-con for abuse of power and non-consensual touching. Basically just pervy Kiri~

There was just something about cute little fangirls that had Kirishima going wild. The way you wore the bands shirt so proudly, their logo plastered against your tits as you held an excited glow in your eyes, a skirt that was definitely too short to be wearing in public. Who were you trying to impress? You didn’t really think the band would notice you, did you?

But he noticed, Kirishima’s lips curled into a coy smile when you approached him at the front of the venue. Holding out your ticket eagerly with a bright smile on your face. You looked so happy, so excited. The eager glow on your cheeks had his cock stirring in his pants, shifting his stance as he took the ticket off you and glanced down at the information.

“Third row, huh? That’s pretty close-“ He scanned the ticket before handing it back to you. Noticing your smile widen.

“I know, I woke up at 6am to get them.” You gushed, holding open your bag at his silent request as he began to look inside it.

“6am? You must be a big fan.” He grinned, closing the bag as you made to step inside the arena.

“Thank you,” Kirishima almost groaned at the tone of your voice, imagining the same words leaving your lips as he pumped you full of his cum.

“One sec, sweetheart.” Kirishima stepped in front of you, holding a tattooed arm out in front of you as you stopped in surprise.

“Just gotta pat you down, can never be too careful these days.”

“Uh, okay?” You trusted him explicitly, especially as he seemed to be one of the head security guards for the venue. An earpiece snug in his pierced ear as he motioned for you to spread your arms.

“So you excited for the show, babe?” His warm, large palms slowly dragging over your body, sliding along your spread arms before following your curves down your sides.

“Uh- yeah,” You mumbled, your voice catching in your throat as he stopped to spread his calloused thumbs under the curve of your breasts, feeling the underside of them as he groaned at how thin the material of your bra felt. Unable to resist squeezing your soft mounds as he heard a surprised gasp leave your lips.

“Fuck,” Kirishima rasped under his breath, his cock throbbing desperately between his thighs at the feel of your soft skin, instantly imagining how your pretty pouty lips would look wrapped around his cock. Whether you’d even be able to take half of him inside you, oh but he’d definitely make you try. Imagining that perfect make-up that you’d probably spent hours on streaming down your cheeks for him when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

You’d been to plenty of concerts before, and you were certain that this was inappropriate, but you couldn’t say anything, you just stood there as the security continued to fondle your body.

“That’s good-“ He murmured, his ruby eyes blown as he let out a soft groan, stepping closer to you so you could see his sheer size. Almost double your height and his cologne captivated your senses, taking in a deep breath as it tickled your nose, “What’s your favourite song?”

Your body stiffening from his actions as he continued lower, his hands coming around your waist to cup your round ass, squeezing the soft skin as you worried your lower lip between your teeth. You weren’t even sure you could name a single song in this moment, too occupied by his touch against your body.

“I didn’t realise they had such cute fans,” Kirishima continued, completely unbothered that you hadn’t answered his previous question, you were so fucking perfect, he mused. Imagining how your round ass would look sat on his lap as he stretched you out on his cock. His hands stroking your ass to try and feel the outline of your panties, to work out what kind of underwear you were wearing tonight but he couldn’t feel anything. There was no way you were going commando, was there? The thought of your bare pussy alone almost enough to make him cum untouched, his fingers inches away from slipping beneath the short skirt to find out for himself. Imagining dragging a long, thick digit through your slick. Maybe you were wearing a thong instead? His thoughts immediately going towards what colour it could be and how it would look against your skin, he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed you. Pausing his touch on your ass as he gave it another rough squeeze, “What is this?”

“What?” You stiffened in fear, you didn’t have anything on you, what did he mean?

“I dunno-“ He paused, stepping back as he let his hands drag around your body to your waist before letting go, “I might have to be more thorough.”

“I don’t have anything, I wouldn’t- the concert starts soon,” You began to panic, bile rising in your stomach and catching against your throat as he motioned for you to follow him.

“Oh yeah? You a good girl?” Kirishima gave you a wide grin, ruby eyes looking you up and down as you nodded your head in agreement.

Kirishima almost came on sight at the way you agreed with him, nodding your head innocently with those doe-like eyes staring up at him. From the sheer size difference he knew no matter what he’d be splitting you apart on his cock, your tight walls stretching to try and accommodate him as he drove himself into you.

“Shit.” He hissed, dipping his thumbs into his belt loops to try and adjust his pants. His hard, thick cock tenting the fabric, grabbing your bag as he turned to take you into a door that said ‘STAFF ONLY’.

“If you’re a good girl this won’t take long at all. I promise.”