#engineer x trans reader smut

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Hmhmhm very Self indulgent but engie and trans male reader smut. Reader fully recovered from bottom surgery and Engies giving them a lot of attention.

WOAH ANON YOU AND I ARE KINDRED SPIRITS

Tw: teasing, blowjob (tm receiving), anal, bottom I'm. Pet names

The heat of New Mexico was unbearable; the arid dryness of the area stung the prying eyes of passengers. No more so than you. You flippantly looked at your watch, counting the minuets as you stood in the dining room waiting. Days like this would have any man regretting their suit immediately, the starched collar of the white dress suit chafing the skin of your neck. Sweat built up as both anxiety and the heat got to you. You wondered if Dell would even come up here, no doubt he was hungry. You wanted him to see what you’d gotten him. Though with your luck you’d be met with 8 hungry mercenaries and a man hell bent on invention.

Your timer went off and you stood at attention. This marked the beginning of a week in heaven… or a vacation with your husband.

Two mercs aside from Dell knew of your relationship. Medic, and Scout.

You watched as the former walked into the room with an eager look on his face. He smiled and leaned against the entryway, a smug look clung to his features.

“Every time I look at you I’m reminded that I haven’t lost my touch!” He chirped, skipping in a manner that nearly gave him flight. You offered your hand to shake. The doctor caught it and instead held it above you, turning you around and back before clapping excitedly.

“You did lose your license though doctor, don't you remember?”

“Tit for tat boy, I see all is good. I was expecting some complications, but this is Wunderbar! With so little prior knowledge of these types of surgeries I never would have thought it’d go so well. At least-“ as he was moving around he turned his head back to you. You took the time to interject.

“Doctor, I’m afraid there’s no pus.”

His face fell, and brightened again as he piped for another.

“Nor are there blockages or swelling.” You opened your arms, chest heaved with pride in your appearance. “Im a changed man doc. And it’s largely in part to you.” You ignored the pout the man had at your lack of injury, and instead complimented his work. You knew well the doctors morals weren’t bound by any government. But you were damn grateful he stuck to some morals of medicine. He straightened again and sat down across you.

“You we’re a man without me! All you really needed was a-“ The man was cut off by the overlapping shouts of several other men.

“Yeah but Heavy was in the way! The hell was I supposed to do? Run through his legs, do a little dance around him?”

“You could’ve made it easier for me to get a clear shot. I signaled several times for you to move.”

“Well Sniper, you’re supposed to be able to uh- I dunno- AIM.”

You sent a knowing look at medic who rolled his eyes fondly at the bickering. No man coming through the door acknowledged you but Misha who sent you a smile.

“Hello Misha.” You said calmly as he walked to you, you opened your arms for a hug. One he gave to you in earnest. Nearly lifting you as he did. “You have not been here in long time.” He stated, almost concerned.

You shrugged, sitting in the chair behind you. “Haven’t quite gotten the chance. I’ve been down in Texas, writing for the journals. When you have the chance you ought to visit me. It gets incredibly.” You looked up right as Dell entered. Locking eyes, presumably, with his own.

“Lonely.”

He rocked on his feet, before kicking away an imaginary rock. You felt a fond smile appear on your face as he came closer. He walked to you as Heavy and Medic left. “Ain’t ya gonna make the effort?”

“I don’t get a kiss first?” He asked, a silly grin of anticipation welling on his face. You raised an eyebrow, crossing your leg like a mob boss and tilting your head to either side.

“Eh, I dunno if I can make that arrangement for Ya bud. You see-” you stood, crooking a finger under his collar and pulling him close. “You left me really, really lonely. So-“ you let him go, turning only to leave the table and adjust your suit to the other side. “I think you're gonna have to try just a tad harder.”

The man was aghast. He hadn't seen such a demanding side of you in a long time. He himself leaned against the table, weighing his options. “Mm. Sugar I think Id like my kiss first.” You grinned, walking over before bending at the waist and locking eyes with him.

“Earn it.”

He let out a shuddery breath before taking you into his arms and, out the door before anyone could see you. The rest of the mercs would be upstairs for a while, which meant the two of you had plenty of time. As he tripped down the hall with you his thoughts ran wild.

“You poor poor man, why hadn't you come down sooner?” Your look of playful contemplation told everything. “Oh dear! It's almost as if we both have jobs that the other one can't contribute to. Who knew?” Your sarcasm sent warm buzzes through your husband. A giddy smile crawled back up his cheeks. As he neared their quarters he fished his keys out, setting you down before fiddling with them.

“I've got a lot.”

“It's the red one honey.”

“The what?” you pointed at his keyring, but through his fiddling he didn't notice. “The red one love,” you reached out to grab it. As your fingers touched his you shared a soft look. He grabbed the key gingerly before shoving it into his keyhole.

“Imma treat you real nice tonight.”

“Aw yeah?” You asked, voice edging lower as you entered his room and removed your overcoat. “How are you gonna treat me big guy?” He bit his lip, unbuckling his overalls while advancing. “Cant give it all away.” He whispered as he leaned in for a kiss. You tilted your head away, earning an offended gasp from your spouse.

“Such a cold husband, be still my heart!” He moaned dramatically, leaning limp against his desk. You took the chance to throw your coat over him before walking back. “Don’t be a baby Dell, I’m just going to the-“ before you could finished you were tackled down for the bed by your brute of a husband. “You asshole!” You snorted out as he sat above you, his head pressed against your sternum.

You picked his head up and stared at his goggles, sneering slightly when he don’t take them off. “Generally humans make eye contact when we have sex Dell.” He hummed as if lost in thought. “Do they now. I figured they just turned over like this~” In a swift motion he flipped you over on all fours, pushing your shoulders down with it. He then leaned in close, the gravel in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“And went on their merry way.”

You moaned softly as he placed a small kiss on your neck, his warm lips providing a sense of security. His hand rubbed circles under your shirt, pressing into tender areas. “Dell.” He hummed, noticing the undertone to it.

“You actually gonna do something or are you gonna make me wait?” He scoffed playfully and continued placing kisses around your back.

“Damn man, not lettin’ me have a moment are ya?” He bit back, humored at your impatience. You pushed your hips back, damn sure you made contact with his growing boner. You smirked back at him, playful response growing.

“Boy don’t you dare.”

“Erecting a dispenser back there Conagher?” You snickered before he pushed himself up from you: you heard him chuckling uncontrollably into his palms. Which allowed you to right yourself. From his neck to the top of his head he was a cherry red. You laughed right along with him. He covered his face with one hand and used the other to push you over.

Both of you were on separate planes of existence. Like two hyenas basking in bliss with one another, he eyed you with a glare. One which held no malice but all the misheif it could. “I will get you back for that!”

“For what?!” You exclaimed belligerently, “being funny?” You crawled over to him, doing your best to swing your aging hips over his lap. You steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his own. He presumably looked into your eyes, and you took this opportunity to yank them off and throw them to the side. As you savored the look of playful shock you took his face in your hands, biting down on your own lip.

“Aww honey you ain’t got to get my attention like that.” He placed a large hand on the small of your back, large fingers feeling their way back up your side. You considered his statement with a buzz, rubbing the top of his head with your thumb. “I wanted a better look at those handsome brown eyes.”

He looked taken aback, then as a blush crept on his face he blew out. You snorted at the display.

“Let's cut out all this mess, ain't got too much time before the boys wonder where I'm at.”

“You just can't take a compliment egg head,” you remarked, pulling him by the strap of his overalls. “How bout you put that hand to good use?”

He smiled wickedly at the thought, his own body moving forward, caging you under him. He let his gloved hand slide up your shirt, unbuttoning it as he went. His eyes bore into yours, keeping you still as he went along.

“You're quite obedient when I've got you facing me like this. Ain't that a bit odd?” he teased, you shrugged.

“Only natural I assume. Wouldn’t want to give you too much trouble.”

He stopped his action to face you. Brows scrunched in confusion as he did so. With nary a word he removed your shirt, continuing once more. His impatience was clear in his actions, hands moving to grasp at the warm flesh under.

You moned deep at the sensation, so starved of the dull, expanse of his hands. You almost forgot how course and heavy his non metal hand was, gunslingers own, pointer form, covers by rubber. You placed a hand over his, moving it instantly.

He watched in quiet understanding, moving to adjust himself rightly. As your hand reached a stop his continued. He brushed along your stomach. Leaving a trail of kisses down. He never once broke eye contact.

As he grasped at the hem of your pants he smiled. His earnest look sent a surge of familiarity through you. You nodded, taking his arm in your own hand. “I’m good Dell. You can keep goin.”

“You sure? I wouldn’t want to overstep. ‘Ts been a while ‘n all.” You pat his forcep.

“I have been waiting for almost a year Dell Conhager. If you keep me waitin I’m filing for divorce.” He scoffed at the joke before shoving your pants, and briefs down in tandem.

He crawled over you, strong thighs caging you under him. His arm steadied by your head.

“You couldn’t leave me if you wanted to boy. I wouldn’t try.” You just winked before reaching up and letting his straps fall to his side. Taking the hint, he moved a leg to the inside of your own. Allowing you to grind against him as he undressed.

To say it was painful, seemed like an understatement to you. As you tried to get friction you could only feel the temperature around your tip. You whined in need at your husband.

“Give me just a second now love bug. These are harder to get out of than you’d think.” You nodded. And as he stripped you attempted your palms own sneaky decent past his line of sight.

It didn’t go unnoticed. As you were about to take your member in your hand Dell stopped you. Shirt off and overalls bunched around his waist.

“And what are you doin sir?” He laughs as he grabbed at your hand and pulled it to your face.

“I ain’t enough for you?” It was your turn to scoff, but this scoff was out of need. You pulled the bedsheets into your fist as you growled in need.

“Dell! Don’t tease me, cmon!” You looked up at the man who seemed to need more of an explanation. “Dell honey, you know it's hard for me to get off on grinding alone. Could you please, please give me a hand?”

He grinned stupidly, bringing your knees around his waist, he brought his face to your dick. With one hand he held your side and with the other he stabilized you.

He closed his eyes and he licked up your shaft. You felt the most sensation at the base, where you could feel phantom sutures at the site of surgery. You groaned and held the back of his head there. Eyes half lidded, pleasure bringing a haze to your eyes.

And he continued. No words, only quiet groans that were absorbed by your member. He kissed along it for a while, making his way up to the head in time. And then he took it in.

Your legs tensed, eyes fluttering closed as he was able to get around three inches down. He increased his speed, not pleased with the languid pace the session was proceeding at. His own eyes were closed. Focused on sensation.

You groaned into your arm. Biting down on a fleshy bit to keep quiet. He wanted nothing more than to pull your arm away at that moment. Would his base really judge him for pleasing his husband?

Well.

Some might.

He decided not to chance it, instead using spit that pooled from his actions to trace around the rim of your ass.

You gasped as a finger slipped in suddenly. You hadn’t felt this penetration in a while. You arched back against your will. Your body forgetting how much it loved the sensation. You gasped loudly. Panting at Engie to move them faster. To which he obliged.

He popped off of your member loudly, smiling with satisfaction as he stared at your wrecked state.

The man who came in so dapper before was trembling on his fingers. Sweaty and almost to the point of orgasm. Engie bent his posture over to the best of his ability. Back cracking a bit in the process.

His chest fell flush with yours, the skin on you both heating to such a degree it felt like you could melt into each other.

“You’d always been so handsome to me you know that? Always so so damn handsome.” You moaned, his fingers pushing up against your thick walls as he once again pushed through your hole.

“You’re so good, comin over here. Callin me, makin me smile. I wish-“ he said remorsefully. “I wish I could take a normal job for you.”

You gasped in accordance, attempting to pay attention as his hand sped once again. Without looking you could tell it was his gunslinger, you admired the instrument before but praised the damn thing now.

As you grew less responsive Dell could tell you were close. He offered a trail of kisses up your neck. Watching your semi lucid smile scrunch up. His free hand went back to your member, pulling firmly.

You scratched at his back from the action. Allowing your hips to guide his hand as you awaited your climax.

Dell whispered coercions into your ear, like a private prayer.

“Cum for me honey. I know you got it in you. Just give it to me okay?” You gasped for air you were already getting, feeling like all the breath was being used on something bedsides breathing. You nodded, whimpering pathetic noises as he grew sloppier in his own hand gestures.

“You’re gonna go soon ain’t you? We’ll go ahead. Do it, you’re so good just do it now okay?” With one more thrust of his fingers he sent you over.

But he knew better than to stop.

He slowed his movements, waiting until a little after you stopped twitching. He watched your chest rise and fall before removing his hand and laying beside you.

“I can get you cleaned up after this love.” He said, pulling you close as he could, and as he felt exhaustion course through his body he smiled. Kissing your forehead as you drifted off.

“Or we can wait till tomorrow.”

[bump1nthen1ght]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Pairing:Trans!Male!Reader x Male!Centaur

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fluffy Smut, Established Relationship, Breeding Kink

Warnings: AFAB terms used to describe anatomy.

Word Count: 1646 words

Summary: After many nights of diligent practice, you saddle up and take your boyfriend all the way.

FiRequest: could i possibly request male centaur x trans male reader?? they’ve been dating for a while and working up to it but it’s the first time reader has managed to take his boyfriends full cock 🫢 afab terms for anatomy are fine and maybe a little breeding kink thrown in if you’re comfy with it!!

A/N: Y’all know I had to give it this title

You think tonight is going to be the night.

There’s an energy in the air as you watch Samuel cook, perched on your shared couch. He’s always been a handsome centaur; a finely cut jaw with a well-maintained beard, dark caramel eyes set behind long lashes, and silky hair that falls down in luscious curls all the way to his back, but something about tonight had every step he takes stirring something hot in your gut. The way his back stretches out his t-shirt, the way you can see the muscles of his shoulders move as he dices his onions, the way the more human torso arches and his front legs bend as he takes a mini stretch.

Your engine is revved by the time dinner is served, and you know tonight will be the night.

The two of you are locked in a sloppy makeout, dirty dishes still in the sink as you sit on the counter, legs wrapped around Samuel’s ribcage. His long piano fingers dance up your sides, playing with your pajama shirt. You grind against his navel, and he chuckles against your lips.

“Someone’s eager.”

“You’re so hot.” You say between messy kisses, feeling up his muscular lower back. “How could I not be?”

Samuel chuckles again, ignoring your whines and pulling away to kiss at your neck. His hands move from your waist to your butt, sliding under to pick you up. Your ankles cross behind him.

“Need you.” You moan, grinding onto hum like a horny teenage. “Need your cock.”

Samuel’s eyes grow dark, licking his lips as he looks you up and down.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” Your voice keens. “I think-” you suck in a breathe, knowing this a hold claim to make, “-I think I’m ready for all of it”

Samuel’s brows shoot up, taken slightly aback.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I wanna try, atleast.” You pout, fingers carding through his long tresses. “I’ve been practicing so much.”

And you have, both with and without him. You had bought appropriately sized dildo’s to masturabte with, cockwarming during long edging sessions just to make sure. Last time you had been able to take him until 4 inches were left, but you're confident in your practice.

Tonight is the night.

Samuel stares at you for a long time, probably wondering if you’re too crazed on lust to be trusted, but then he smirks.

“Ok, babe. We’ll try.” Samuel hikes you up on his chest, pulling you closer, face-to-face. “Same position as usual?”

You nod, eyes practically full of stars at the thought. Samuel smirks and gives you a peck on the lips, before carrying you to the bedroom.

Samuel is gentle as he sets you down onto the bed, pulling open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and your knee pillow. You stay close by his side, drawing your finders up and down his chest. You bite your lips as you pull up the hem of his shirt, admiring his treasure trail and solid stomach. Samuel shivers when you press a kiss right below his belly button. Your mischievous hand wanders down his lower half and across his front, slipping between his two front legs and petting at his fur. Eyes glance down as well, catching a peak of his cock coming out of its sheath. You wolf-whistle, sliding off the bed and shimmying off your shorts in one motion.

“You’re insatiable, babe. I haven’t even touched you yet.” Samuel says, voice low as his hand brushes between your thighs, just missing your aching hole. You whine, throwing back your ass and laying your torso onto the bed.

“I told you.” Your voice is salacious, lower lip bitten between your teeth, “I need your cock, badly.”

Stars shoot behind your eyelids as Samuel rubs two lubed-up fingers between your lips, middle finger circling your clit. He simpers.

“Yeah, you were made for this dick, huh?” Two fingers slide in easily, scissoring outward to stretch your walls. You just nod, knees digging into their pillow as you sink into the feeling. “Didn’t know my boyfriend was such a cock-tease.”

Samuel climbs up the bed, his two front knees resting beside your shoulders as he aims his cock up with your entrance. He leans forward to grab the bar you two installed just for this position, something to grab on to as he humps. Samuel’s hot head presses against your hole, as girthy as ever.

“Ready?” Samuel whispers from above, neck craned to look down between his legs, always double checking to make sure you're not crushed under his weight. You nod and give a singular pat to his fetlock, your signal to go ahead.

There’s always a slight burn when Samuel enters you, having a nearly 10 inch dick will always do that. But your body falls into position easily, your muscles relaxing to allow for easier entry, no pain causing you to clench up.

“F-uck.” Samuel’s voice drawls as the first inch, then the second, then fourth, then sixth feel your walls clench around him. You bite down on the blanket below you, toes curling into the floor. But you can do it, you can.

He hesitates a bit at the 7th inch, knowing that's usually your limit. But you give him another single pat to the leg, and he keeps going, extra slow.

It takes a tortuous amount if time for both of you, legs shaking from the tension and palpable desire, but then-

“Holy shit.” Samuel says, half amazed and half relieved. You wiggle your hips, and feel Samuel’s balls snug against you.

You’ve fit him to the hilt.

“Well?” You laugh, trying to act as if you're not on the edge just like he is. “What are you waiting for?”

You thrust your hips back, eyes rolling back as Samuel’s dick presses against the deepest part inside you. His breath hitches, stomach trembling above you.

“Oh, you asked for it.” Samuel growls, steadying his hooves.

Despite the sassy tone, Samuel’s first thrusts are tentative. He only pulls out an inch or too, moving at a glacial pace. It’s good for getting you accustomed, but you quickly yourself wanting more. You throw your hips back again, wining like an animal in heat.

“So desperate.” Samuel pants.

“Please, Sammy.” You give him your best puppy eyes from below. “Fuck me.”

That's the straw that breaks the centaurs back, Sam pulling out halfway and slamming into you with enough force to send you a couple inches across the bed. A dumb smile spreads across your face.

It’s no more Mr. Nice Guy as Samuel starts fucking you for real, heavy balls slapping against you with each hump. Your vision goes spotty every time he hits your g-spot, mouth wide open and tongue lolled out in a pant.

“Oh my g-od.” Your voice trembles as your fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before, feeling not unlike a fleshlight, yanked down again and again in your boyfriends massive cock. The bed shakes under your weight.

“Take it, take it.” Samuel grunts, his knuckles turning white as they grip on the bar. “Such a good boy, taking my cock all the way to-” a thrust, “-the” and another “-hilt.” and another. Your stomach presses into the eye of the bed, mind slowly losing cohesive thought. His weeping head hits your sensitive spot at the perfect angle every damn time, and you feel jolts of electricity shoot across your nerves with every hump.

Time seems to lose all meaning, words melting into grunts and whines, breathy voices blending together with heavy balls slapping against your thighs. You think you’ve forgotten where Samuel ends and you begin, forgot what it feels like to be empty of his cock. Drool is pooling in your mouth, threatening to dribble down your jaw in an erotic display of decadence.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Samuel grunts, nails grating against the bar. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside.” A voice that must be yours begs, pleads. You can imagine Sam’s smug, sweaty face already.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you?” You nod into the sheets, a dumb smile coming across your face. “Imma fill you up until you're gushing, baby.” Samuel’s hooves presse against the hardwood as he steadies his back two legs, throwing everything into his thrust. “You’d be so cute, my little house-husband, full of my kids.”

Samuels shudders as your hole clenches around him, his dirty talk only working you closer to the edge.

“Sh-it” Samuel draws out his syllables, balls feeling tight against your ass cheeks as his hips begin to stutter. A drop of sweat falls from his chest, rolling down your arched back as his breathing picks up the pace. “Here it comes, sweetheart. All for you. Fuck!”

Your back arches and toes curl as your orgasm hits, gushing with Sam’s cum as he finishes inside of you. Streams run down in rivulets across your thighs, the squelching of skin as Sam pulls out his softening cock.

You lie limp as Sam slowly hops off the bed, his front legs still trembling. He collapses next to you not soon after, laying his upper torso on the bed as his lower one rests on the cold floor. The fur around his legs and back lay datk and slick with sweat, his face flushed.

A calloused palm brushes the side of your face, dragging you out of dream-land and back to reality.

“You did great, babe.” Sam chuckles. “Think I might grow addicted to being all the way in.”

You throw him a lazy thumbs up.

“Not a problem with me.” Your words slur, lips half-pressed against the damp sheets, no doubt an imprint of your sweaty torso on them.

He leans over and kisses your neck, his hand moving to massage your neck.

“Fuck, we forgot about the dishes.”

[lawomi]

A Little Vengeance - Trans!Law x GN!Reader

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After a few rounds of sex with your boyfriend, Trafalgar Law, you were quite sore… and you're convinced you deserved a little vengeance.

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CWs: Smut, Spanking / Paddling, Sex toys

Your eyes were adjusted to the darkness of Law’s quarters, no light filtering in save for a small candle that flickered on his dresser. You were both sprawled out naked on the bed, your panting mingling with the sound of the Tang’s rumbling engine.

Everything hurts, you muse, sighing with satisfaction. To your left, you felt Law shift his weight, pushing himself up on his side. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb affectionately between your fingers.

“Hey, babe, my ass hurts,” you remark to him without looking at him, making him laugh. You lift his hand to your face and play with it, examining the now pink skin on his palms.

“Yeah? I made sure it would,” he grinned his usual sadistic grin, hoping you’d look. You did, then roll your eyes. “It was what you wanted,” he points out, smile faltering ever so slightly. “Can’t ask me to play sadist and then expect me to half ass it,” he joked.

“Y’know…” you turn towards him, then push yourself up onto your butt and wince, leaning back against the headboard. “I think… I want some revenge,” you said, looking into his curious, concerned gold ring eyes.

At first, it took him a moment. He stared, eyes widening slightly, then a blush dusted his cheeks. “Oh,” he pouted and averted his eyes.

“What?” You pat his shoulder, “C’mere.”

Reluctantly, he got up on his knees and shuffled over. He half hugged you, pressing his forehead against yours with a big grimace plastered on his face. You laugh, falling into a fit of giggles.

“What the hell!” You cup his face, giving him a kiss. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Lie across my lap, stupid.”

“I don’t want to,” his voice cracked slightly.

“That’s not one of our safewords,” it was your turn to grin wickedly, looking a bit like the Cheshire cat. He flinches, lips curling into a shy smirk, but he avoids your gaze.

“…F-fine,” he said finally. Awkwardly, he straddles your hips. His long torso was too tempting, as usual, so you run your hands down either side, causing him to shiver from the sudden contact. Both hands squeeze his hips, appreciating the soft give, then one hand travels down quickly and cups his sex, making his cheeks and ears burn pinker, he was already excessively wet.

“You freak,” you tease, “Wow. All that acting and you’re already excited,” you watch him shutter as your fingers run along his slit, pinching and pulling his labia.

He rolled his eyes, pouting profusely. “Whatever…” Your unoccupied hand slips down to caress his thigh, then up to his ass, pulled back and gave him a test slap. It wasn’t strong, but it made him jump. “Tsk, wait a sec,” he snaps.

“You’re taking too long, you big baby!” You scolded. “You like dishing out the pain but won’t take it back?”

He scoffed, “I can take pain plenty well, I’m a fucking pirate. The Surgeon of Death, actually. Have you seen my bounty—”

“That’s it,” you grab his arm and pull him down towards the bed. He obliged, considering he was too strong to be manhandled by you. “Hah,” you smile as he adjusts himself to lie across your lap, “You like playing brat, huh Dr. Death?”

He rested his cheek in his left hand, huffing shakily. He runs his right hand through his messy hair, “I-I just… don’t like being bossed around. I chose to lie here,” he turns his head to glance back at you, you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. You immediately erase it when you slap his left ass cheek with a loud Clap! making him lurch forward. “Tsk,” he hissed, “That one felt personal.”

“You better shut up,” you stifle a laugh, “I doubt my hands hurt you!” You pull back and slap his ass cheek again in the same spot, making him grumble and shift. Your left hand slides along the small of his back, reaching his Jolly Roger tattoo, and push down slightly to indicate he stay still. Yet another slight protest leaves his throat, but he does what you ask.

Again he hisses when your hand comes down on the same spot, then rubs the reddening skin and moves on to squeeze his other cheek. Your hand then runs down to pat his thigh, slapping the sensitive skin there, too. “Ah,” his jaw slacked just a moment, then he winced, gritting his teeth, when you hit him where you started.

“That’s it,” you purr, “The more I hit you in the one spot, the easier. Maybe I should bring a paddle out, if my hands aren’t heavy enough,” you half say to yourself. “Well, technically I’ll make you summon one…” Again, a Clap! This time he cursed under his breath. He shifts to cover his face in both hands, mumbling something you can’t make out. You could feel his slick begin to wet your thigh, his hard clit grinding ever so slightly against you with each hit.

Exchanging hands, you continue smacking the hot skin, then kneed it, a lovely groan rumbled in his chest. Your right hand's fingers ghost along his inner thigh, making his muscles tense. You run three fingers along his slit, teasing his dick between two. He shutters, sighing dreamily and spreading his legs ever so slightly. You slap him in response, forcing a whine, then a loud moan when your fingers penetrate him. With three fingers inserted deep, the distinct wetness resounding, you begin to rub his g-spot. “Ahh,” he keened, your name falling from his lips.

“Law, get me the paddle, please,” you command casually, leaning with wet fingers to grab a tissue from the night stand. The second your fingers left him he complained, craning his neck to check what you were doing. You wiped them off.

Hesitating a moment—he doesn’t like to seem too eager—he finally lifted his left hand. “Room,” the blue light extends, then in an instant the tissue you were holding was replaced with a paddle sporting a large heart, with smaller ones along the edges.

“Thank you,” you say sweetly, bringing down the paddle harshly on his sore left cheek. Law sprung forward, pulling in a strained, surprised gasp. Fuck, you heard him whisper. You chortle, satisfied at how fast the Room ability vanished, too, like flicking a light switch.

You massage the cheek again, his hissing music to your ears, observing as lighter heart shaped marks began to appear. “Aw, that’s not as puffy as it could be,” you remark. Before he could respond, you bring the paddle down with a Slap! against his untouched cheek. Strained cries left his throat as he shifted slightly to rut against your thigh. You didn’t complain, touching the much brighter heart marks, emphasized by the flushing patch of skin. It was a much darker red than your hand could cause. In fact, you could see some blood vessels burst, leaving a nice purple hue. So, you do it again, tears begin stinging Law’s eyes.

“Good boy,” you praise, using the paddle against his back thigh just to surprise him. He kicks his legs back and forth in an automatic pain easing response. He finally covers his face from embarrassment by shoving it against the mattress. You reach over and tangle your fingers in his hair, then finally begin spanking him over and over.

Law keened and whined into the mattress, his hands squeezing the sheets. Again and again you hit him, occasionally switching cheeks, then hitting his thighs to let his ass rest a little. You pet the burning skin gently, affectionately, the heat radiating against your palms pleasant to the touch. Once you decided he was marked enough from ass to calf, you finally stop. You reach over and grab some cooling lotion, then began spreading it roughly. He whines weakly, both of his own hands entangled in his hair. You let him be, although you did want to see his pretty face, messy face.

Reaching one last time into the drawer next to you, you pull out a medium sized dildo he kept there. Without speaking a word, you shove it as deep as you could into his fluttering, weeping cunt. He muffled a scream in delight. The sound goes on longer as you begin to pump the dildo. It didn’t take too long for the tight coil in his core to come undone, his fists turning white, his body shaking slightly. He lifts his head up off the sheets in response to the pushing sensation, his desperate moans filled your ears as he squirt cum unceremoniously over your thighs. You leave the dildo inside him, occasionally giving it a smack on the blunt silicone bottom to make him tighten and groan.

“There we go,” you hum, continuing to administer the lotion into his stringing skin. He sighed contently, having relaxed his hands and letting his head rest facing away from you. He was too prideful to show you his fucked out, tear stained face. “Was my vengeance too harsh?” You coo, grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Anything you can do I can do better,” he chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you.

“That sounds like a threat.”

“You’ll find out,” his tone, lace with amusement, was quickly cut off by a pained yelp as you hit him with the paddle one final time. The room soon fell into mutual laughter.

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2 (If any links are broken please let me know!)

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: "You're My Son." Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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Back to directory;

[i-willstealyourtoes]

MASTERPOST TIME WULULULU-

(Main page (rules, fandom list, extra info))

💗 is multishots / 💝 is oneshots / 💌 is headcanons

💕 is fluff / 💔 is angst / ❣️ is lime / 💋 is smut

💞 is poly / 💘 is match-up / 🤍 is not an x-reader / 🩵 is platonic

orange means it is being worked on / red means it is in my inbox

TF2

Sniper only connecting with the reader - 💕/🩵 + 💌

RED!Mercs with Pacifist!Medic!BLU!Reader - 💕/🩵 + 💌

Touch starved!Sniper with s/o - 💕 + 💌

Scout with introverted s/o - 💌 + 💕

Engineer with chronically ill s/o - 💌 + 💕

Heavy, Engineer and Medic with an s/o with night terrors - 💌 + 💕

Medic finds out crush is an alien - 💕 + 💌

Sniper + Wildlife anon - 💕 + 💘/💌

LGBTQ headcanons - 💌/🤍

Trans Scout - 💌/🤍

Engineer + Autistic Fem!Reader - 💕 + 💌

PAYDAY 2

Adopted!teen!reader + the PDG - 💌 + 🩵

Jimmy and his s/o during + after work - 💌 + 💕

Joy with fem!S/o who is depressed - 💕 + 💌

Dallas with a male crush - 💕 + 💌

Wolf with shy!male!reader - 💕 + 💌

Dallas with small!fem!sniper!S/o - 💌 + 💕

Hoxton x Wolf x reader - 💌 + 💞 + 💕

OG gang post-ending - 💌/🤍 + 💔

Dallas with a Medic s/o - 💌 + 💕

Houston + Hoxton flustering their s/o - ❣️ + 💞+ 💌

Wolf with a male s/o - 💕 + 💌

Bain, Houston, Sokol and Dallas with shy/cute/sensitive (fem) reader - 💌 + 💕

Clover, Bonnie, Bodhi + Dragan grieving their s/o - 💌 + 💔

Sokol + Jacket with (male) s/o watching (bad horror) movies - 💌 + 💕 + 💞

Hoxton with crush that's a (nice) guard - 💌 + 💕

Bain + Heisters with a cuddly s/o - 💌 + 💕

Sokol, Hoxton + Bain with hypersensitive s/o - 💌 + (slight) 💔 + 💞

Jacket, Jimmy, Houston + Hoxton with innocent s/o - 💌 + 💕 + ❣️

Houston + Hoxton with mediator/s/o who breaks up their fights - 💌 + 💕

Bain with his crush - 💌 + 💕

Dallas with younger/silly s/o - 💌 + 💕

Jacket, Hoxton, Sokol + Bain with s/o who's an 'over-achiever' - 💌 + 💕

Dallas, Hoxton, Houston + Wolf with hurt s/o - 💌 + 💕

Houston with tiny s/o - 💌 + 💞

Dallas + Houston catching their s/o singing - 💌 + 💕

Jacket with s/o 'sharing a bed' - 💝 + 💕

Hoxton with s/o 'no strings attached' (I hate this one sm bc it's old and cringe) - 💌 + 💔 + ❣️

Sleeping Dogs

Wei with s/o helping him with his grief - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

Wei, Jackie + Winston and their s/o - 💌 + 💕

Wei with s/o who's cousins with Dogeyes - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

BBC Ghosts

Thomas with best friend/crush reader - 💌 + 💔 + 💕

Clone Wars/The Bad Batch

Hunter with caretaker!Reader - 💕 + 💌

Crosshair + Hunter with the same crush (Mafia AU) - 💌 + 💕

Demon Crosshair with a crush that's an Angel (AU) - 💌 + (slight) 💔 + 💕

Ninjago

Ninjas with angry sibling reader - 💌

Star Wars: Hunters

General Sentinel Headcanons - 💌 + 🤍

Star Wars: Rebels

(There's nothing yet)

Faith: The Unholy Trinity

(There's nothing yet)

Detroit: Become Human

Ralph + reader angst - 💌 + 💔

HLVRAI

(There's nothing yet)

Henry Stickmin Collection

(There's nothing yet)

Yandere simulator

(There's nothing yet)

Minecraft: Story Mode

(There's nothing yet)

Sons of the Forest

(There's nothing yet)

Undertale

(There's nothing yet)

[justgrey]

Masterlist

Team Fortress 2 :

Soldier

Soldier x Reader - General Headcannons (Platonic)

Sniper

Sniper x Male Reader - General Headcannons (Platonic)

Sniper x Reader - Headcannons of you both settling down (Kids!!)

Scout

Scout x Younger Sibling Reader - General Headcannons (Platonic)

Scout x Male Reader - Headcannons of Scout Having a Tall s/o (Romantic)

Scout x Reader - Headcannons of Scout Having An S/o With Low Empathy (Romantic)

Scout x Reader - Headcannons of Scout Crushing On You (Romantic)

Scout x Fem! Argentinian Reader - General Headcannons

Sad Boston Boy Hours - Scout x Male reader

Engineer

Engineer x Child Reader - General Headcannons (Platonic)

Medic

Medic x Reader with Intrusive Thoughts - Headcannons (Romantic intended but this one is up to interpretation)

Medic & Teen Reader that is his little clone - Headcannons (Platonic)

General

Mercs with a queer reader (PART 1)

Mercs with a chaotic! Shapeshifter! Reader

Rick and Morty :

Rick Sanchez

Rick Sanchez x Reader - Short One Shot (Romantic)

Arcane :

Jinx

Jinx x Reader - General Headcannons (Platonic)

Jinx x Pyromancer Mage! Sister Reader - General Headcannons (Platonic)

Jinx x Sister Reader - Headcannons of Reader Having a Panic Attack (Platonic)

Jinx x Sister Reader - Headcannons of Reader Willing to Sacrifice Herself For Jinx (Platonic) - Jinx's Reaction

Jinx x Sister Reader - Headcannons of Somebody Talking Behind Reader's Back (Platonic)

Jinx x Sister Reader - Headcannons of Reader Being High As a Result of Pain Meds (Platonic)

Jinx x Sister Reader - Headcannons of Jinx Being Comforted During a Panic Attack (Platonic)

Silco

Silco x Daughter Reader - Headcannons of Reader Willing to Sacrifice Herself For Jinx (Platonic) - Silco's Reaction

Vander

Vander x Reader - General Relationship HC's

Mortal Kombat :

Johnny Cage

Kaboom - Johnny Cage x trans male reader one shot smut prac ((18+))

[finniestoncrane]

💚 my requests are always open 🩷

you can find my writing:

in my tag

on my masterlist

my AO3

important things first:

🔞🔞🔞 minors DNI 🔞🔞🔞 you can request anonymously 💚 i don't write in order of when things are received, i do it based on inspiration. if i can't think of anything for something after a few months i'll delete it without explanation, sorry i have a prompt tag and if you use it let me know which prompt list you've asked for or let me know more than just the numbers! let me know gender specifics of "reader" if there is one (pronouns, genitals etc.) if you don't specify it'll be gender neutral or female please don't include images or gifs in your requests, they visually overwhelm me and make it difficult to tackle the prompt i mostly identify as cis/white/afab so keep this in mind if you request nb/trans/t4t/different races/male reader presenting etc. i will choke you if you don't reblog and like the thing you requested, be nice and supportive!

requests i accept:

i write for batman rogues, fallout and a few other characters! for dc rogues headcanons: i will do multiple characters per post for headcanons but only for all general rogues, a specific dork squad (in my do writes!) or all iterations that i write for of a specific character e.g. ✅ can you write first dates with arkham!dork squad? ✅ what would all the riddlers do on a first date? ✅ how would the rogues handle a first date? (if you ask for all iterations of a specific character i'll either write for them all or pick several of them depending on the ask. if you want one specifically to be included just let me know)

characters i write for:

🦇 DC/BATMAN 🦇

Riddler (⭐arkham, dano, ⭐zero year, telltale, TWOJAR, gotham, BTAA, young justice, BU, BTAS, general)

Penguin (⭐farrell, BTAA, telltale, OBD, gotham, general)

Scarecrow (⭐arkham, ⭐BTAA, golden age, general)

Two Face (⭐arkham, BTAA, general)

Victor Zsasz (gotham, general)

Mad Hatter (arkham, gotham - NO INCEST, general)

Captain Boomerang (⭐ss:ktjl, general)

Poison Ivy (arkham, general)

Polkadot Man (suicide squad)

Harley Quinn (telltale, arkham, ss:ktjl, ⭐general)

Bane (arkham, telltale, OBD, ⭐general)

Harvester (bu)

Amanda Waller (ss:ktjl)

Mr. Freeze (arkham, gotham, general)

John Doe/Joker (telltale)

Butch Gilzean/Solomon Grundy (gotham)

King Shark (ss:ktjl, general)

Deadshot (ss:ktjl, general)

Killer Croc (arkham!origins, general)

Firefly (arkham, general)

Harvey Bullock (gotham)

Alfred Pennyworth (gotham, general)

Black Mask (arkham, general)

☢️ Fallout Franchise ☢️

Cooper Howard (fallout prime)

Maximus (fallout prime)

Thaddeus (fallout prime)

John Hancock (fallout 4)

Sturges (fallout 4)

Edward Deegan (fallout 4)

Paladin Danse (fallout 4)

Nick Valentine (fallout 4)

Kent Connolly (fallout 4)

🔴 TF2 🔵

please note!!: i'll write all ships (plus blu x red) and i'll base the dynamic either on your request or on my own interpretation of them

sniper/mick mundy

scout/jeremy

soldier/jane doe

demoman/tavish degroot

heavy/mikhail/misha

engineer/dell conagher

medic/ludwig

pyro

spy

💚 Other Characters 💚

Cecil Stedman (invincible)

Walter Skinner (x-files)

Arthur Morgan (red dead redemption 2)

Hosea Matthews (red dead redemption 2)

Kieran Duffy (red dead redemption 2)

Micah Bell (red dead redemption 2)

Susan Grimshaw (red dead redemption 2)

Bill Williamson (red dead redemption 2)

Egon Spengler (ghostbusters)

Nick (left 4 dead 2)

i will write:

x reader, x fem/male/gn character, ships, headcanons

absolutely yucky disgusting smut of most kinds

most kinks including knife play, blood play, bondage, sub/dom, pain play, mommy/daddy, etc.

darker themes like cnc, dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, hypnotism, manipulation, gaslighting, guilting

angst, fluff, romance, friendships, hurt/comfort

jealousy, yandere, obsessive themes etc.

ships plus ships x reader also!

non-ship pairings of characters in my "will write" criteria

death, gore, extreme violence

blood, cum, spit and some piss

imagines, scenarios, full fics, short fics, headcanons

i won’t write:

underage characters (at all, in any scenario, including platonic or familial)

vomit, shit or breast milk

real people

bestiality

pregnancy/pregnancy sex/having children/step-children

age play (daddy and mommy kink fine, dd/lg not for me!)

incest

characters x monster/monster!reader (may do in commissions)

OCs or overly detailed reader specifications (may do in commissions)

AUs or crossovers (may do this in commissions)

extreme anal i.e. fisting/enemas/stretching (may do in commissions)

also i am anti-cancel culture! i'm not about to out you/report you/fuck with your privacy if you send me anything that i'm not sure about or uninterested in writing

and finally, no pressure at all but if you want to thank me i would greatly appreciate reblogs, comments, and maybe even a tip

[what-a-flammable-heart]

‘CAUSE IN THE DARK THERE ARE NO STRANGERS—PART I

Part I: Running in the Night

(BILLY HARGROVE X STEVE HARRINGTON)

Steve passes Billy walking in the rain, one night when they’re both trying to escape their lives. And while they may hate each other, there’s much more lingering under the surface than either wants to admit.

WARNINGS: physical violence, mentions of abuse, smut, angst

18+ READERS ONLY

Dustin has not stopped crying since Steve got home from school and Will tugs on his shirt for the hundredth time because their mother just got home from work and their father is still nowhere to be found. He knows he should start dinner—it would be nice, and he does it more nights than not because his mom is tired and his dad is useless. But there’s a pounding in his temples that he can’t shake and the walls feel like they’re closing in on him.

It’s already dark when he slips out the window, his car on the street and the rain coming down in sheets. But he feels like the static in his brain lifts when the Trans Am’s engine revs and he slides down the neighborhood streets. There is nothing quite like driving at night, even in their little nothing town. And he dreams of hitting the highway—of escaping into the night someday when no one will miss him, when the sound of the engine and the wind rushing by the windows is all he’ll need.

He’s not a mile outside of town when he sees someone walking, head down, along the road and he recognizes the set of those shoulders, the cocky pop of their collar. Steve hates him—the way he sneers when he catches the other boy looking at him, the flick of his tongue when he thinks no one is looking and he pops his gum. Billy is the worst kind of boy, with his long hair and his wild eyes and Steve would truly hate him if there wasn’t something in the other boy that he wanted so fucking much. As he drives by, he slows down, rolling down his passenger window.

“Somebody steal your car asshole?!” He revs the engine after he yells, rolling away and laughing to himself as he drives. But he doesn’t get far before he’s turning around, something in the pit of his stomach forcing his hand to turn the wheel. He leans forward when he stops beside the boy again, motioning his head towards the door as he rolls the window down. “C’mon, get in.”

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[mystrangerfics]

Queen Bee - Pt. 1

A/N: So this took me longer than I would have liked and will be two parts! Enjoy

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Description: This was a request by @wassupitschloe : Could i request a Billy Hargrove x Plus Size! Bad-Girl!Reader? like she’s new to Hawkins High and makes herself known as the “omega”of the school(cause billy’s the alpha?) it could be 18+ of you want 😊 thanks!

Work Count: 6524

Complete Story Warnings: Abuse & Suicide Mentioned, Language, & SMUTS, 18+

Billy stood in the parking lot with Tommy and Carol, they were all talking about the party that was happening Saturday night. Tommy was hyping Billy up, talking about his keg stands and which girl Billy might bring back to his car.

“Hell, I don't know. I'm bored with my selection,” Billy said, scanning the parking lot of girls.

“Well, you have gone through quite a few,” Tommy said with a laugh. Carol nodded with raised eyebrows, hearing enough sob stories from her friends about their short time with Billy. Like any of them thought their relationship with him would be different.

All three teens raised their heads as a loud revving engine pulled into the school parking lot. Each one racking their brains over who owned a Firebird Trans Am or may have got one. The car slammed into a parking space and nearly hit a group of girls who shrieked before glaring at the vehicle.

The door opened and leather boots slammed onto the ground before you stood up out of the car. Black, tight jeans covered your thick thighs and a leather jacket covered your torso. You turned, scanning the parking lot with aviators covering your eyes. You sighed out your cigarette smoke before you flicked the butt off in the direction of the glaring girls. You stomped off towards school with your hands in your jacket pockets. You figured you had made enough of an entrance to be the talk of the school, which was your plan. You had run your last school and this one would be no different.

Tommy slowly turned to look at Billy with a smirk. “Looks like you have something new to play with.”

Billy rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Unfortunately, I don’t think she could keep up with me.” Billy played it off in front of Tommy but he had to admit, he would enjoy watching you walk up and down the halls. Your curves were burnt into Billy’s mind like when you look at a bright like for too long, it was all he could see.

“She might,” Carol teased with a smile.

“She’s at least fun to look at,” Tommy mumbled, turning his head back towards where you had gone into the school.

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Carol asked, turning on her boyfriend with a scowl.

“Babe, come on,” Tommy began and Billy took that as his time to leave.

__ __

Billy wasn’t sure how you did it but by lunch time you had a table of people around you. It was like everyone was already flocking to you, starved for your attention. Girls were acting like your best friend and that they had known you forever. Tina was already perched beside you, Billy had figured that would be the case. Tina flocked to whoever was most current and in, if it was new and exciting, Tina would always be right there beside it.

Billy sat with Tommy, eyeing the situation before Carol came trotting over and dropped into the seat next to Tommy. “Did you get the goods, babe?” Tommy half teased.

“So, she’s from Chicago. Daddy is some bigwig or whatever, worth a fortune. They apparently just bought one of the biggest houses in Loch Nora,” Carol quickly prattled. “Rich kid but like totally hard,” she quickly said. “Like, I would have thought she grew up in prison. She already told one of the teacher to go fuck themselves,” Carol said with a snort. “She has detention Saturday for walking out of class too.”

Billy’s eyes were focused on yours as you scanned your peers with a face of pure boredom. Your eyes eventually landed on his and you didn’t look away. At first Billy thought your glance was seductive but soon enough he realized it was about dominance. You were pushing him, wiggling the sudden surge of popularity you had gained in his face. You could smell an alpha a mile away in a high school setting and that was because you were always the omega. You loved to watch an alpha fall from its place at the top of the heap.

“Oh, Billy Hargrove? Total asshole, don’t bother,” Tina mumbled and raised her eyebrows before rolling her eyes. She popped her gum loudly as she blew a bubble and you looked over at her, a smirk playing on your lips.

“There’s always a few in a crowd,” you said before you sat forward and got up from your seat, leaving your tray of half eaten food. Tina popped up and quickly began following you. Girls like Tina were like alphas in high school, every school had one. The girl who constantly bordered the line for most popular but never had enough drive to make it to the top. She would cling to whomever appeared to be the highest female and make them her best friend. You normally had one picked out by the end of the week in other schools, with Hawkins being so small it took you a few hours to peg Tina.

“So, my party this weekend...are you gonna come?” Tina asked, the hopefulness shining through her face.

“I don’t know. Probably not,” you said with a shrug, not really caring about any sort of party Hawkins had to offer. “How lame is it going to be?”

“I throw the best parties,” Tina said, her voice uncharacteristically defiant for her personality.

“So probably what I would consider a four out of ten,” you mumbled and raised your eyebrows with a little snort. “Fine, I’m sure there isn’t shit else to do,” you mumbled. “Party at my house next Saturday. I’ll show you how to throw a real party.”

“Are you going to do flyers?” Tina asked, seeming excited that she could offer a hand.

“Fuck, no. Aren’t you going to tell everyone by tomorrow anyway?” You said with another snort. Tina opened her mouth and reclosed it, knowing you were probably right. You knew she’d tell everyone Saturday too. “Just tell people it’s gonna be low-key. Not too many people,” you said and Tina nodded excitedly, like you knew she would. You knew by telling her that, your party would be slammed.

“Do you think you can get a keg?” Tina asked, seeming to think she might have one up on you.

You laughed a bit and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I’ll have four,” you said to her surprise as you both walked into class.

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Billy was driving home in his Camaro with his music blaring, mindlessly beating on his steering wheel. Max had taken off with her party or whatever so he was free for the afternoon. He kept his eyes on the road but when he heard a loud engine rev and a car dart up behind him, he lifted his gaze. He spotted your Trans Am from earlier and you quickly swerved, getting up beside him and keeping speed to stare at him through his window. He held your gaze for a few moments before he realized he hadn’t been looking at the road. He quickly pulled back from where he’d been going into the ditch and almost hit your car, knocking you towards the ditch. You more carefully corrected but the glare in your eyes told Billy that he had messed up. You had been smirking at him before but now the playfulness was gone.

You flipped him off before you gunned it, your car engine revving as you got in front of him, just in time for another car to pass in the oncoming lane. They honked loudly at both you and Billy, thinking you were both racing or messing around in general. Billy found himself putting his foot down on the gas, keeping up with you. He was realizing, the faster he went, the more you sped. Billy figured the only reason he could even begin to keep up was that he was more familiar with the roads. You were driving with a deathwish at this point, flying at nearly eighty and taking corners fast enough for your rearend to be sliding out into the other lane.

Billy looked up ahead and saw an eighteen wheeler coming down the road you were both about to cross. He spotted the stop sign ahead and slammed on his break. As he heard his brakes squeal, he heard your engine rev. His Camaro slammed to a stop in time to see the large truck blare by and when it passed, he saw your Trans Am disappearing over the hill on the other side.

__ __

“You got a fucking deathwish or something?” You heard the bitter voice behind you and slowly stood from where you had been bent over, getting a drink from the fountain.

“I have no idea what you mean,” you said with a bit of a smirk. Sure enough, Billy Hargrove stood before you, looking mad as ever. You figured his manhood had taken a hit with you passing him the other day and showing him up by driving through the stop sign.

“You could have fucking got hit by that truck! You could have killed us both,” Billy harped with a glare. He had been up all night fuming, pissed that he had almost totaled his car.

“Oh, please,” you said before rolling your eyes with a scoff. “You stopped just like I knew you would,” you said, like it was obvious.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Billy asked, his tone low but heated.

“That you’re a punk, Hargrove,” you said back, your tone just as low and intense. “You bitch out. You act tough but when it comes down to it, you’re fucking scared. Don’t blame me because you don’t have any fucking balls to back up that attitude.”

Billy felt his temperature rising with each word you said.  He was sure that if you were a guy, he would have punched you by now. “Easy for some rich kid to say who has everything they could ever want. Daddy’s not just going to buy me a new car when I total mine, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know shit about me,” you snapped, your eyes throwing daggers at him.

“I know enough,” Billy snipped.

“Oh, really? Got me all figured out, huh?” You asked with an amused look. “Yeah, yeah I’ve got you figured out too. King of Hawkins,” you said before scoffing and laughing. “Some fucking king,” you whispered the last sentence in his ear. Billy snapped a little and used a hand to push you away from him. A few audible gasps made him aware that you both had drawn a small crowd of people. “Don’t start another fight you can’t finish,” you said back bitterly before you fixed your jacket. “Hate to beat up a king in front of his followers,” you snapped before you turned. “Move!” You hollered at a group of students that blocked your path and they all quickly scattered.

Billy watched you walking off down the hall and glared after you. He had to physically hold himself in his place, he didn’t want to start anything. He couldn’t believe what you had said to him but he also knew he hadn’t approached the subject with much ease. He started the conversation with cussing and a hard voice but he honestly couldn’t believe you. He had been up all night, pissed beyond reason about his car almost getting destroyed. Now he knew he’d be up all night again, pissed about everything that you had just said.

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Billy arrived to Tina’s party Saturday night just late enough to draw the attention he wanted. He came through the door and everyone cheered his presence, beckoning him into the house. People were already dancing in the living room, a close group of bodies moving together.

“You’re so late, man. I almost didn’t think you were coming,” Tommy said to Billy from across the bar in the kitchen. “Little Miss Popularity is out back,” Tommy added with a knowing smirk.

Billy narrowed his eyes at Tommy’s face, looking him up and down. “What’s the got to do with me?”

“Seems our girl can keg stand,” Tommy said with a little laugh. “She beat your record, bro,” Tommy said while shaking his head.

“Where is she?” Billy asked, he didn’t know if he was impressed or pissed. He felt irritable, you were trying to step on everything that was his, like you thought you were going to take him down a peg.

“She’s out back with Harrington,” Tommy mumbled, knowing that might further irritated his already seething friend. It didn’t matter if Billy had decided he liked you or not, the fact that you would be entertaining Steve Harrington over Billy would piss him off alone, Tommy knew that much. “Dude, let’s just chill. Have a drink,” Tommy said, stopping Billy from going out back. “Here,” he said, holding a drink out to his friend. Billy glared and took the cup from Tommy’s hand.

__ __

“Harrington is old news,” Tina said to you as you came inside from out back. She glanced over your shoulder to where Steve was sitting, waiting for you to return.

“He’s new to me,” you said with a little smirk and Tina followed you to the punch bowl. “I’m just gonna make out with him. We’re not getting married Tina.”

“But someone could take that the wrong way! Billy Hargrove could be interested in you.” Tina hissed, glancing around the kitchen a little to make sure no one was listening.

You snorted a little before laughing. “Fuck, Billy Hargrove,” you said loudly enough that Tina looked around nervously, scared Billy might have heard you. “Besides, what’s so wrong with Steve? He’s nice, cute and totally has charm. Plus, you told me not to bother with Hargrove,” you explained, trying to show your confusion.

“Well, Steve was the King of Hawkins before Billy showed up,” Tina mumbled, kind of seeing your point. “He totally gave that up though for Nancy Wheeler though! He’s like a total loser now.”

“So he’s a loser for being a great guy?” You asked and raised an eyebrow at her. “Tina, have you even talked to Steve?”

“Well, I mean, not since he cheated on me once,” she said shyly.

“Ah,” you said and nodded, understanding this sudden hatred. “Why don’t you take this?” You handed her a full cup of spiked punch and then another, she looked at you confused. “Bring Steve one and talk to him,” you said flatly, unbelieving of how dense she was. “He’s not a douche anymore,” you assured.

Tina swayed in her spot for a moment before she smiled and made her way to the door, going out back. You rolled your eyes a little before snickering, these high school girls were all the same.

“What’s this I hear about you wanting to fuck my boy?” You turned to see Tommy leaning on the bar, a playful smirk on his face.

You grinned back and leaned right next to him, both of you propped on the bar, faces close. “Fuck him up maybe,” you purred with a grin. “Pretty boy, Hargrove isn’t my type,” you admitted with a shrug.

“Billy's everyone's type,” Tommy said with a laugh. “Way better than Harrington.”

“Harrington's at least honest,” you said before leaning over the bar to scoop yourself another cup of punch. You sighed through your nose as you turned back and faced the crowd, leaning back on the bar. “This shit is lame.”

“I hear there’s a party at your house next weekend,” Tommy said. “Am I invited?”

You smirked at Tommy before rolling your eyes. “Sure but tell Hargrove to stay home.” You leaned off the bar and finished downing your drink. “I'm gonna split,” you mumbled before you took another cup of punch and swigged it.

“It’s only nine. Night just started,” Tommy said, trying to convince you to stay.

“I'm bored,” you said plainly and glanced around at the kids dancing in the tiny living room. “See you later, Bobby.”

“Tommy,” he corrected.

“Right,” you said before nodding. You made your way through the crowd and right as you slipped between two groups of people, Billy did too. You both locked eyes as you brushed your chests together, sliding by. You broke the gaze and headed out the door.

“Where's she going?” Billy asked as he came up beside Tommy but kept his gaze towards the door.

“Home. Said she was bored,” Tommy said with a shrug.

Billy sighed a little through his nose before he reached over to fill his empty cup. “Wonder how nuts her party is gonna be.”

“I'll tell you about it,” Tommy said before making an insincere, apologetic face. “She said you're not invited.”

Billy rolled his eyes at this and glared forward as he took a sip from his cup. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

__ __

By the end of the next week, you figured every kid at the high school would be at your house. Everyone kept mentioning it like it was some crazy event that everyone had to go to. You didn't have as many connections in the Hawkin’s area but figured it would blow all of their minds anyway.

“Least it'll be warm,” you mumbled as you laid over a picnic table while Tina sat at it. “So ready for summer.” You stretched out your legs, feeling the sun on them. You knew the other picnic table full of boys was watching you but could have cared less. “How'd it go with Harrington?”

“He says he's not in a place for a relationship,” Tina groaned and rolled her eyes.

You lifted one of the arms you were propped up on and checked your watch. “I'll have to leave soon. Kegs are coming by two and I want to be sure the pools heated a little. So glad it's finally June,” you said, resting your eyes behind your aviators.

“Won’t your dad be home?” Tina asked, slightly panicked.

“Nah, should be gone for his trip. He don't give a shit anyways,” you admitted before you shifted your arms and laid flat on the table, bending your knees.

“Billy Hargrove’s coming over,” Tina hissed, leaning close to your ear.

“Oh, Lord! Alert the press,” you mumbled sarcastically and rolled your eyes.

Billy walked up to the table, holding his messenger bag strap at his shoulder. “Hey, (Y/N). Tina,” he said, sending her a small wave with his fingers that weren't holding the strap of his bag.

“Hi, Billy,” Tina said with a smile and an alluring voice.

“Hargrove,” you sighed out his name, sounding bothered.

“I think you should invite me to your party,” he said with a cocky tone.

“Hmm...no,” you said plainly. Tina raised her eyebrows, looking shocked.

“I have some buddy's coming this weekend, visiting,” Billy said and noticed you raised your eyebrows at this. “They'd love a good party. Getting here today.”

“Well, I guess your friends picked a good weekend,” you said thoughtfully before shrugging. “Sure. Fine, whatever. Go away,” you said and waved your hand.

Billy smirked and turned before heading back towards the school. “I can't believe you talk to Billy Hargrove like that,” Tina admitted.

“Why not? Look what it gets me,” you said before the bell rang. You sat up and sighed boredly. “I'm gonna leave early, see you tonight.” You grabbed your bag before you got off the table and headed towards your car.

__ __

“So like I said,” Billy said as he walked up to your house, his friends following him. “Every girl is available except (Y/N) and just don't bother with Carol. Don't need Tommy getting pissed off.”

Your house was huge and the music was loud, Billy walked in through the front door and he scanned the house with his friends. It was a mansion to say the least and kids were everywhere. Billy noted there were guys and girls here that didn't even go to your school. He walked through the house and went out a backdoor that everyone kept going through. The large deck had four kegs spread out on it and tables with liquor and mixers. Billy had honestly never seen so much alcohol in one place.

“Damn, is that her?” Billy's friend, Quentin asked, pointing. Billy's eyes followed where he was pointing until he found you. You were in a black, strappy bathing suit with your leather jacket on. Your hair looked damp like you'd been swimming earlier. Billy had to swallow to wet his throat and nodded. “I'm calling a take back on dibs,” Quentin said before he walked around Billy.

There was a large bonfire going further down your large backyard. People were in the pool for one of the first warm nights of the coming summer and loud music played on the outdoor speaker system.

Billy watched Quentin go over to you, tapping your shoulder. You turned and smiled at him, he saw introductions being made and glared. Billy walked over beside Quentin who already had you laughing at something he said.

“Billy, you made it!” Tina cheered, coming out from behind you. “You want a drink?”

“Sure,” Billy said with a bored, shrug. ���Rum and coke.”

“Sure thing,” Tina said before she quickly went over to the porch.

“Nice house,” Billy said, glancing around the yard.

You looked to him and then followed his gaze, you shrugged. “Yeah, I guess,” you said. Quentin said something to draw your attention until Billy sent him a glare. Quentin disappointedly told you he needed to go get a drink before he walked off. You turned, eyeing Billy up and down. “You told your friends I'm off-limits, didn't you?”

“So what if I did?” Billy shot back, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Smooth move, Hargrove,” you said, almost looking impressed. You turned and walked off towards the bonfire, talking to a girl who came up to you. Billy watched and found a smirk on his face, this felt like progress.

A few hours later and nearly everyone was trashed except you and Billy. You both seemed to be handling it pretty well, you were both used to crazy parties and drinking until sun up. Billy's friends had all found a female to get wrapped up in.  Quentin and Tina had disappeared about an hour ago.  

Tommy, ever the instigator saw the party dying and Billy looking at you almost longingly. You were sitting by the pool with Carol who was drunkenly chattering away. “Alright,” Tommy said loud enough to draw attention. “I challenge Billy and (Y/N) to a drink off! You both are far too sober!”

Billy watched you look up and as gazes fell on you, you shrugged and got up, coming over to the porch. You came over to the table and flicked around through abandoned cups and empty bottles. You found some clean shot glasses and grabbed a bottle of vodka. “Pick your poison, Hargrove,” you said, motioning to the array or liquor bottles left.

“Vodkas fine,” Billy said, shrugging off his jacket.

Tommy came over and filled the array of shot glasses with vodka, three each. You thanked him with a smirk before you picked up the first glass. “Ready?”

Billy picked his up and brought it straight to his mouth. You both swigged and people started watching as you both made it through all three shots. Tommy refilled them and glanced between you both. You instantly went right back to it, both slowing at the sixth shot.

“Fucking burns,” you laughed and draped a hand over your stomach. You breathed out before taking the shot, Billy mimicked you. You motioned with your hand that you had enough.

“You give up?” Tommy asked.

You swallowed your shot with a grimace and sighed out. “No, swap to tequila,” you said. “Enough vodka.”

Tommy grabbed the next bottle and glanced between you both, raising and eyebrow. “Have you ever heard of alcohol poisoning?”

“Yeah, had it three times. Pour the shots,” you said, motioning for him to hurry up.

Billy found himself leaning on the table now, breathing out, trying to calm his stomach. You subtly looked at Billy and knew he wouldn't quit, you had to admit you were feeling rough but didn't look near as bad as Billy.

“Last round?” You said, looking at Billy. “Nine shots is a good game in any book,” you added. Billy looked like he was gonna argue but then nodded. You both downed the first two shots quickly, you paused before the last one and slowly picked it up.

You both raised the last shot and took it before slamming down your glasses. Everyone cheered drunkenly and you laughed a little. Billy nodded before he headed into the house, almost stumbling through the door, no one seemed to notice. You did and followed him, you stayed behind him as he walked through the house and began to gag. You took his hand and quickly pulled him down the hall and opened the door to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees and quickly threw up into the toilet. You sighed a little but helped him get better situated in front of the bowl.

You sat yourself up on the sink and pulled a cigarette from your jacket pocket, lighting it. Billy groaned after a minute and turned to look at you, you held a cup out to him and he made a face.

“It's water,” you said and nudged the cup towards him again, he took it.

“You gonna go out and gloat now because you won?” He asked bitterly.

“No,” you said with a shrug. “I figured people would give you shit if they saw.”

“So why'd you help?” Billy asked, taking another sip off the water.

“Just because I want to run the school doesn't mean I want to embarrass you in front of everyone,” you mumbled as you put your cigarette out in the sink. “Sober up, Hargrove,” you said before you hopped off the sink and left the bathroom. Billy kept his stare on the bathroom door.

__ __

Billy woke up hours later, his head resting against the tile floor. He blinked a few times before he sighed out weakly and sat himself up, the room felt like it was spinning. It took him a few minutes to realize that he had passed out in your bathroom. He quickly got up upon the realization and slowly opened the bathroom door. The house was quiet but trashed, he came out into the hall and glanced around. There was the occasional person laying on the floor or a piece of furniture but most everyone was gone.

Billy slowly made his way towards the back door, remembering that he had left his jacket out there the night before. He walked out onto the porch and saw a chair sat in the middle of it, a pair of legs stretched out over it. He squinted a little as the sun was beginning to come up and walked over to his jacket.

“Morning, Hargrove,” Billy jumped and turned, he thought the person in the chair had been asleep but you sat staring at him.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, mindful of the people sleeping on the porch and in the yard. “Don’t you sleep?” He walked over and stood by your feet, still squinting. You took the aviators off your head and offered them to him. He hesitated a second before putting them on.

“Wanted to watch the sun come up,” you said with a shrug.

Billy sat down beside your chair and leaned against it, watching with you. “Used to watch the sun come up all the time in California,” Billy said mindlessly.

“You lived in California?!” You asked suddenly and Billy nodded. “Me too!”

“I thought you lived in Chicago?” Billy asked, confused.

“I did before this,” you said before smirking. “Stalker,” you added with a grin. “I was born in California and lived their until about two years ago,” you explained. “I miss it so bad.”

“Hell, me too,” Billy sighed.

“Used to go out on my board, sit in the waves and watch the sun rise and set,” you said, almost with a dreamy expression.

“You surfed?!” Billy asked before grinning. “I used to be in the waves every day,” Billy confessed.

“Fuck, Hargrove,” you said, acting playfully mad. “I didn't want to like you,” you said before smiling.

“Well, how did that work out?” Billy asked before laughing.

“Not so great,” you admitted and you both laughed. Someone shushed you both in their sleep and you both smirked silently.

__ __

You seemed to be more open to Billy at school after the party. Things had been okay when he left Sunday morning, you had even hugged him when you said goodbye. Now you always waved to him in the hall and even sat with him through lunch some days. Things between you both were changing, you were growing close.

You would hang out after school, it started slow but soon you had plans almost every night. You'd go to a movie or the diner or just ride around talking. Billy found out that you didn't discuss your mother and left it alone, you had nearly got out of his moving vehicle when he pushed the subject the first time. You learned about his shit relationship with his dad and about his new step-mom and step-sister. You agreed the situation was shit but also argued Max was not to blame.

Billy spent a few nights at your house, watching movies until you both passed out in bed together or on the large couch in your living room. Nothing ever happened though, the tension was there but you destroyed any fleeting possibility that something could happen. The first few times you passed out together you woke up on opposite sides of the bed, after that you'd always wake up close. You would curl into Billy and he would hold you while you slept, you always woke up tangled together in someway.

“I mean, is your dad ever home?” Billy asked as he walked into your room for another night. He had shown up with a split lip, saying he was bored, you had let him in, not asking about it. Billy had skimmed over his unhappy home life already, you knew it was probably his dad. You had stopped asking after he bit your head off and stormed out one night. You got it, it was like him asking about your mom, you didn't talk about it.

“Fuck no,” you said before dropping on your bed, shoving your homework to the floor. The books fell and scattered and you lazily yawned.

“What does he do anyway?” Billy asked before he dropped onto your bed, laying back beside you.

“Fuck his secretary and any other twenty year old that walks by,” you said mindlessly.

Billy raised his eyebrows at that and looked to you a little. “Does he ever bring them home? Like, around you?”

“Not really,” you mumbled. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you said with a shrug before rolling over and propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Okay,” Billy said, dropping it. Billy had been over a couple times and your father was never present. “What’s it like to live in a house this big alone?”

“Lonely,” you said quietly and Billy glanced to you. You seemed to be staring off mindlessly before you shook your head. “It’s good though. I like being alone.”

“Then why am I here?” Billy asked, keeping his face playful but really wondering.

“You tell me,” you said, challenging him.

“I like you,” Billy said honestly, seeing your reaction to his bluntness. You seemed bothered by what he said and shifted away from him a little. “Calm down, Princess. You're just a cool chick, a friends. Plus, there’s nothing else to do in this stupid town,” he said when he realized how badly it put you off.

“This is true,” you said before standing up and stretching. “Wanna go for a swim?”

“I didn’t bring trunks,” he mumbled before he stood up with you. “Popcorn and a movie?”

“Sure,” you said. Billy followed you downstairs and into the kitchen. “Go pick out a movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

Billy wandered down a hall until he got to your living room. He admired the huge TV like he normally did before going over to the large stand of VHS tapes. He dug around before he pulled a horror movie from the shelf. He took one last glance before his eyes landed on a tape with a homemade label, ‘(Y/N) and Mom.’ Billy glanced down the hall that lead to the main section of your house before he clicked on your large TV, he hesitated before grabbing the tape and popping it in.

“(Y/N)....(Y/N)?” Billy heard a soft voice saying while the camera got picked up. There was giggling before the camera landed on you at a younger age. “Are you having fun?”

You laughed on the tape. “Yes, mom! Do you have to record everything?”

“Of course I do. Memories are important,” Billy heard your mother say and imagined she was sitting down as the camera shifted a bit.

“You really wanna remember this?” You asked playfully, pointing to your bikini clad body sitting in your chair. Your hair was messy from your swim and blowing in the breeze.

“Yes, don’t you?” Your mom asked you and you smiled, shaking your head at your mother. “Come on. Let’s go out one more time before going home,” your mother said before getting up, the camera clicked off.

“Do you always go through people's things?” Billy turned suddenly, hearing you behind him. You stood with the bowl of popcorn in your hand, a glare in your eyes.

“I didn’t… I just,” Billy started but realized there really wasn’t an excuse.

“Get out,” you said quietly, looking down, hiding your watering eyes.

“I didn’t mean to-,” Billy started but your scream interrupted him.

“I said, ‘Get out!’” You hollered before throwing the bowl of popcorn at him.

Billy dodged it before he quickly went around you, going to the hall. “I’m sorry,” he said honestly before leaving the house. He didn't know that you would be so upset and honestly hated himself for not being more thoughtful. He hadn’t planned on being caught.

__ __

You didn't come to school the next day and Billy felt like the day lasted forever. When the bell finally rang he jumped up and went straight to his car. He drove down to pick up Max and dropped her off in front of their house, hurrying her out of the car. He quickly drove to Loch Nora and got to your house, happy to see your Trans Am in the driveway.

Billy got out and found himself nervous as he knocked. There was no sound on the other side of the door so he rang the doorbell. He waited a few minutes before the door finally pulled open. You stood before him, wearing your clothes from the night before. Your eyes were puffy and your hair was a mess.

“Oh,” you slurred. “Look who it is,” you mumbled before you took a swig off a tequila bottle you had in your hand.

“(Y/N), listen,” Billy started but you interrupted him.

“Come to drag up some more depressing shit?” You asked, gesturing to your face. “I had a dog that I was close to as a kid. Wanna talk about when I had to put him down?”

“Okay, stop it!” Billy said, grabbing the tequila bottle from your hand. “I'm fucking sorry! I didn't know,” he said, trying to make you understand.

“That was the last day I had with my mom,” you said to him. “We left the beach early that day because I was tired. We went home and she caught my dad with another woman. She took off. Crashed her car and died,” you said, sounding mindless but your face slowly crumbled.

Billy had a frown on his face and found himself hugging you as you began to cry again. “I'm really sorry,” Billy whispered after a minute, feeling horrible. You slowly let your arms come around Billy and hug him back. “Come on,” he said, motioning inside. He kept his arm around you as he brought you in and upstairs.

You were drunk and kept stumbling as you walked up the stairs and hall so Billy kept his arm firmly around your waist. “Why are you here?” You mumbled eventually.

“Because I was worried about you,” Billy admitted. “And I felt bad for what I did.” He helped you sit on the bed and went into your bathroom. He filled the cup by the sink with water before he came back, handing it to you. “Drink this. You're stinking drunk.”

You slowly took a sip and Billy went in to turn on your shower. “Do you ever think about dying, Billy?” Billy stopped dead in his spot, feeling the water temperature. The way you asked this question made Billy realize that you did and often.

He turned and glanced to you, you were looking down at your cup of water, staring at it with empty eyes. He knew you were drunk but he also knew you were saying your thoughts out loud. Everyone at school thought your life was so glamorous and amazing. Billy had spent enough time with you to see the truth, you were alone, always. You filled your days with parties so people would be around but also, so there was too many people to get close to anyone. He nibbled his lip, thinking about his answer. “I have,” he confessed before he slowly came over and sat himself beside you. “But shit gets better.”

“That's what I hear,” you said, not sounding very serious about it.

“Hey,” Billy said, his tone serious and the look he fixed you with was stern. “I'm serious. You can't just give up because shit gets hard.”

“No one would even know I was gone,” you said with a small, humourless laugh.

“I would,” Billy said after a moment and you turned your head, looking at him. “So quit it with this stupid shit.” There was a pause between you both and for a second, Billy thought you might kiss him. You looked at his face like you might cry and you leaned towards him but then he saw you sway back.

“Thank you,” you said, sounding genuine.

“Don't thank me,” he mumbled before rubbing your back a bit. “Just go shower. You smell like the bottom of a tequila bottle.”

“Yeah,” you said before giving a small smile. You sighed after a moment and went into your bathroom, getting in the shower.

Billy sat on your bed and listened to you shower. He tried to get the look you had given him out of his head.

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He/Its

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I write for:

Btas villains: Riddler, Twoface, Mad Hatter, Scarecrow, Harley, Ivy. Batman also

TF2: All Mercs AND MS PAULING

I will write:

•Should be obvious but chubby (or fat) reader

•Yandere (preferred)

•Smut (preferred, just reference what you’d want in the ask and I’ll give it to ya.)

•Non con/ Dub con/ CNC

•Platonic

•Headcannons

•Drabbles

•Imagines

I’ll draw any of the above as well

I won’t write (or draw)

•Scat

•Pedophillia

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Masterlists:

Tf2

Demoman:

Demo joining a LARP group!

Yandere Demo w/ an s/o who doesn’t like dancing

Yan demo w/ bartender S/O

Engineer

Yandere Conagher Brothers x oblivious reader

Dell x trans husband smut

Yandere Engie and forced affection

Traveling preist Engie Art by @virginstoner666 💗

Go! Yandere Engineer x GN reader (almost smut)

Heavy:

Yan heavy cuddles!

Pyro

Yandere Platonic Emesis py Reader

Semi unmasked art

Ms. Pauling

Yandere Ms. Pauling

Semi Marriage proposal

Platonic Ms. Pauling and new trainee

Medic:

Yandere medic smut

Yandere medic with a captive that goes missing

Yandere medic and a partner w/ stolkholm

Yandere medic lap dance

Yandere medic Cycle of violence smut

Scout:

Get bonked

Yandere scout, kissing practice

Platonic scout

Sniper:

In my style

With a bratty so smut

Soldier:

Nsfw thoughts

Platonic Solly and overstimulated hugs

Spy:

Yandere spy egg vibes

All:

Yandere Red Octoberfest drawing

Would I trust them with my pets?

Demo and heavy x reader Head-cannons

Mercs reacting to a love letter

Yandere emesis Blue x reader

Yandere medic and sniper w/ clingy s/o

Emesis character comfort

Yandere mercs and if they’re comforting or not

Yandere mercenaries and how scary they are when jealous

Yandere Angel au with Sniper, Solider, and Medic smut

My my mercenaries

Soldier/Demo

Medic/engineer

Merc Headcannons

Memed science party

Spy and Engie dad stance

Btas

Alberto

Cornelius Stirk:

Stirk img.

Eddie

BTAS Eddie nsfw snippet

Yandere Arkham asylum riddler w/ shy and anxious reader

Yan telltale riddler with a reader who tries to escape

Yandere telltale Eddie

Yandere Arkham Eddie hcs

Handling it (smut)

Caked up Eddie img.

Eddie frame redraws💚

In my style: Ed and Jerv 💚💙

Nightmares img.

An Ed Kento for Sunny 💚💛

For Arkhamverse simps

Scantily clad ed

5’2 Au pt 1

5’2 suited up

5’2 Au ground img.

5’2 classic mv

5’2 smut pic

There’s a light img.

BTAS Insp. Art

Indulgent riddlebat

More fancy Eddie Art

Dilf Eddie?

Flashy Eddie ing.

Yandere platonic Eddie teaching riddles

Harley:

Harvey:

Au art

Harvey and insert art

Tasteful nudity

Ivy:

Jack:

Joinker au

More whore clown img.

Jervis:

Bonkers img

Jervis img.

Wonderlan img.

Reading img.

Johnathan:

Johnny img.

Scarecrow design img

BTAS scarecrow yandere head-cannons

Comp drawing w/ batman

Yandere BTAS headcannons

Ozwald:

Oswald Img.

Compilation

Au Squad: Jervis, John, Jack, and Edd

5’2 height matrix img (WIP)

Batman Vigilante Squad Au

Hazbin/Helluva Boss

Alastor

Under the Same Young Sky (male reader, ao3)

Vox

Yandere Vox housespouse

It Takes Time to See a Doll, Yandere Vox x Cis!Fem Reader P[1] [1.5]

Vox x chubbyfem reader wip

Ocs

Maddox

Maddox x reader play fighting

[pro-unpro]

First Time for Everything (Connor Murphy x Trans!reader)

Warnings: SMUT!! This is pretty much entirely smut so… whoops. Very, very, very VERY brief dysphoria mention

Plot: Reader is a pre-op trans man who has found himself crushing on Connor Murphy. But when he takes some bad information from Jared, mistakes are made.

You were never one to care about your virginity. You always thought it was a stupid thing that society invented to shame people. You never cared about it, of course, before you met Connor Murphy. Evan had introduced you to him after they became friends, and immediately you got along. You had a shared interest in reading, and you would often find yourselves lost in conversation about your favorite books while Evan and Jared would stare in amazement that you had managed to get him to talk so much.

You often tried to be flirtatious with him, but he never reciprocated it, keeping everything purely platonic. Eventually you went to Jared for help, which turned out to be a huge mistake.

“I’m not sure he’s the type of guy who likes romance, (y/n), he likes sex.” Jared had told you. This sent you on a downward spiral, until eventually you came to one conclusion: if you were more experienced, he would want you.

It was a Friday night when you found yourself at a party. You had dressed in a jacket over sweater over a tank top and some jeans, hoping to attract less predatory guys to have sex with. Then you met Jameson, who seemed nice enough. He was bisexual, and kind of a creep, but he didn’t mind that you were trans and he used the correct pronouns consistently. Eventually you two left the party, and he drove you to a nearby Walmart parking lot in his beat up truck before he started making out with you.

Everything about him was repulsive. He smelled like tobacco and old gasoline. His fingers were coarse against your skin, and while he wasn’t hurting you in any way, his touch just felt wrong. His stubble scratched and irritated your neck as he kissed you in all the wrong ways. But you didn’t tell him to stop. You wanted to get Connor Murphy out of your mind, but it seemed that the more the guy touched you, the more you thought about him. Every time you felt his calloused fingers drag roughly over your arm, you longed for Connor’s softer ones which, while you imagined he would be firm, he would still touch you like you were a work of art, conveying his admiration for you through his every movement. And while the man kissed and sucked sloppily at your neck, you wanted Connor’s ghosting kisses that you imagined he would leave along your skin.

It wasn’t until you felt a hand slipping up underneath your shirt, finding your binder, that you pulled away. Your hand scrambled until you found the door handle and was able to escape the beat up truck. Jameson called after you, but you ignored him. Of course you felt like a jerk. This guy hadn’t actually done anything wrong to you. Yet you still felt like you were going to puke. Were you really about to loose your virginity to a man who was practically a stranger in his truck? This definitely wasn’t right. you stumbled across the parking lot, sobbing. Jameson had drove away, leaving you alone, not that you could exactly blame him. You pulled your phone from your pocket, your finger hovering over Connor’s contact before you shook your head and called Evan instead.

“(Y/N)?” He yawned as soon as he answered the phone.

“Evan, hi, shit, I’m sorry, I forgot you would probably be asleep I’m really sorry that I woke you but I didn’t know who else to call and-” You stuttered out, your words slurring together in your panic.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked in a much more awake voice.

“I’m, um… I’m in the parking lot of Walmart? And I’m kind of stranded.” You said, biting at your nails.

You heard a muffled voice in the background, then Evan responding to it, “It’s (y/n), he’s stranded in the Walmart parking lot… Uhm no I don’t know how he got there. (Y/N), how did you get there?”

“It’s a long story I just… I need someone to come get me,” you replied, your voice clearly shaking.

“He said he- oh, okay, yeah, yeah I’ll tell him hold on. Connor’s on his way to come get you.” Evan said, and you could hear a door slam somewhere near him.

“Connor? No, shit I-I can’t, Evan I-”

“(Y/N), hey, it’ll be okay, he’s already on his way. Just hold tight. I’ll stay on the- oh shit, Jared’s having some sort of crisis in the kitchen, so I’d better go check on him. Call me back if you need something, okay? Or do you want me to stay on the line with you until he gets there?”

You sighed, “No, it’s fine. Go check on Jared, I’ll be okay.”

You hung up the phone and wrapped your arms around yourself. You had forgotten your jacket, your shoes, and your sweater in the man’s truck, leaving you shivering in a tank top and jeans in the chilly weather. It took Connor around 5 minutes to reach you, even though you knew for a fact that Evan’s house was at least 10 minutes away. You suspected he broke more than a few road laws to get there.

He pulled his truck to a stop and jumped out immediately, yanking of his jacket as he went. “What the hell are you doing out here (y/n)!? Where are your clothes? Or your shoes?” He asked as he wrapped his hoodie around your shoulders.

You shrugged and didn’t answer, too afraid of what he would think of you if you told him the truth, but it only managed to make him more upset. He yanked the passenger door open for you and walked back around the truck to climb in.

“Why won’t you talk to me? For fuck’s sake (y/n), you-” his eyes fell to your neck, where you knew Jameson had given you some unwanted hickeys, “What the fuck are those? I swear to god if some son of a bitch forced himself on you-”

“I asked him to. I asked for this.” You admitted quietly, and he was immediately silenced, which you took as a cue to explain yourself, “I have this huge ass crush on you, Connor Murphy. I always have. But… I don’t know, Jared always makes these jokes about you being good in bed and… I don’t know I thought maybe you would want me more if I-I wasn’t a virgin and I knew what I was doing. So I picked up Jameson at some party and he took me out here a-and I just… I couldn’t let him touch me. It felt wrong.” You didn’t even realize you were crying at first, but then Connor reached out his hand to gently wipe a tear from your cheek.

“(Y/N)… you honestly think I don’t want you because you’re a fucking virgin? Of course I want you. I always have. I never pursued you because I didn’t want to force anything on you. But I never thought… I never thought that it would drive you to have sex for the first time with some sleezeball in the Walmart parking lot. Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” He asked.

You shrugged slightly, “B-because you’re so closed off. I didn’t figure you would never want a guy who came knocking at your door and poured out his feelings to you.”

He stayed quiet for a few minutes before he started up the engine, “Are your parents home this weekend.” You shook your head. They were off at some conference or something and wouldn’t be back until Tuesday. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove off towards your house, “Listen (Y/N), the way I close myself off… i-it’s unhealthy. You shouldn’t do it. If there’s something wrong, you should talk to someone about it. And you’re always allowed to come talk to me when you need to.” His voice was softer and more sincere than you had ever heard before, and it made you want to cry even more.

When you reached your house, he hopped out of the vehicle first and opened your door for you like a gentleman. He didn’t speak again until you were inside, “(Y/N), do you want to have sex with me? I’m not saying now if you’re not ready, but whenever you are, I want you to know that you don’t have to worry about being inexperienced. I want your first time to be special.”

You took a step forward suddenly, pressing your lips against his. It took him by surprise, and he pulled back, “Are you sure?” He asked firmly, looking you in the eyes to make sure you weren’t lying. You bit your lip and nodded, and in an instant his mouth was back on yours. His hands were all over you while you made out, exploring every curve of your body. “So fucking handsome,” he muttered when he pulled back to breathe, “Where’s the bedroom?”

You took no time in grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs to your room. He kicked the door shut behind him then guided you backwards until your legs were against the bed his lips attached to your jaw, then moved down, nipping and sucking at the skin on your neck until he found a particularly sensitive spot that made you moan out. He took some time there, leaving a hickey before he continued on, relishing in the little noises you made. You swore he actually growled slightly every time he found the marks Jameson gave you, and it made him move just a tiny bit faster. But he was still gentle and sweet, dragging out your pleasure as long as he possibly could. Eventually his fingers found the hem of your tank top and he pulled it off of you slowly before moving to do the same with your binder. You grabbed his hands quickly, and he stilled his movements, pulling back to look at you.

“N-no,” you stuttered out, “Not okay. I-I can’t-”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t touch them, okay? But you still need to take this off. I read that it’s not safe to exercise in a binder, and I doubt it’s any safer to have sex in one. How about you put your tank top back on once you get this off?” He suggested gently, and you nodded.

He peeled the binder off of you, with some issue since those things were impossible to get off, and immediately picked up your tank top from where it had been discarded on the floor. He pulled it back on you, but kept it rolled up just enough so that it exposed your stomach, where he began placing soft, explorational kisses.

“Connor,” you whined softly, “Touch something, please, you’re torturing me here.”

He chuckled softly and hooked his fingers under the hem of your jeans, pulling them and your boxers down in swift, impressive movement. He pushed you backwards so you fell against the bed and knelt down in between your legs. Starting at one ankle, he kissed, nipped and sucked his way up your leg, stopping just at the top of your thigh before he switched to the other leg and did the exact same thing. You let out a soft groan of frustration, which brought a grin to his face. Finally, he dove in between your legs. His tongue explored every inch of you, learning what got the most reaction out of you then paying special attention to those spots. He had you writing beneath him in no time, though he pressed his arm to your hips and kept them firmly pinned to the bed. Your hands reached out blindly, tangling themselves in his mess of brown hair and tugging slightly, which seemed to spur him on more.

He slipped a finger inside of you, then two, which caused you to let out a sharp, unexpected cry of pain. “Shit, sorry (Y/N) I know it hurts. Just try to relax, okay? It’ll feel better in a second. Remember you can tell me to stop whenever.”

You nodded, and he put his mouth back to you, licking at your clit to distract you from the pain you felt as he stretched you. Eventually though it melted into pleasure, and you moaned out for him to move his fingers, which he immediately obeyed. He curled them up inside you, hitting a spot you never really knew existed. “F-fuck Connor, there. I’m so close.”

He quickened his pace, not letting up until you felt your orgasm wash over you. He remained still until it died down, then slowly removed his fingers from you. You sat up slowly and tugged at the hem of his shirt, which he threw off in an instant. You unbuttoned his pants, pulling them off of him slowly, then did the same with his boxers, your eyes widening as his erection sprung free. Hesitantly, you wrapped a hand around it and began stroking him, earning a low groan from him. The sounds you made spurred you on more, and eventually you wrapped your lips around him as well.

“F-fuck, (Y/N) as incredibly hot as this is, it’s gonna be over too quickly if you don’t stop now.” He moaned, pulling away from you. He stooped down and picked up his jeans, pulling his wallet from his pocket. He dug out a condom, tossing the pants and wallet aside before ripping open the wrapper and rolling it on. He attacked you with kisses again, pushing you back down onto the bed. He hovered above you, his hands on the bed on either side of the bed, “Are you ready?” He asked and you nodded.

Slowly, he guided himself into you, stopping every few seconds to allow you to adjust. It still hurt like hell, but you appreciated that he was trying to lessen your pain. He stilled completely once he was all the way inside of you, waiting for you to tell him it was okay to move. Eventually you did, and he began thrusting as slowly and as gently as he physically could. You could see it was hard for him to not just pound away at you.

“Connor, faster, please,” you whispered, and then moaned as your request was immediately fulfilled. The room echoed in your shared moans as he moved faster and faster. You could feel the pleasure building itself up inside of you again, threatening to spill over, “I’m g-gonna-” you stuttered out.

“Go ahead, (Y/N), I’m right behind you. Cum for me.” He breathed.

A few more thrusts and you orgasmed around him, the clenching of your muscles causing him to cum quickly after. He pulled out of you carefully, slipping the condom off and checking it for leaks or breaks before he knotted it and threw it away in a wastebasket you had beside your desk. He flopped down on the bed next to you, and you were about to curl up against him, but he stopped you.

You felt panicked for a moment, afraid that he was going to tell you that this was just a one night thing, no feelings attached, but instead he looked up at you, “Don’t look at me like that. I love you, in case you hadn’t already worked that one out, and we can cuddle in a minute, but first, go pee.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Excuse me?”

“No, seriously, go pee. If you don’t, you could get a UTI and they’re fucking hell.” ((A/N: seriously kids, this is solid advice. It won’t ruin the mood, and you’ll thank me later)) He said, and you nodded, rolling off the bed and heading to the bathroom. When you got back, he gladly curled up under the covers with you and held you until you both drifted off into the best sleep of your lives.