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Beloved, Besotted, Betrothed. [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Title: Beloved, Besotted, Betrothed.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: {DH1} set during Bill and Fleur’s wedding. No mentions of War or Voldy.

Summary: Weddings always bring out the best in people, but you hadn’t expected it to bring out something else entirely within Fred.

Warnings: SMUT. P in v sex, oral sex both male and female receiving, Role-play, illusions to choking, Fred has a wife kink? Innocence kink. Strong cursing. Mentions that reader has curves and large breasts. Established relationship. Talk of marriage.

"Oh Molly you look beautiful," you say as you step into the kitchen, seeing your boyfriend's mum all dolled up ready for her eldest son's wedding. You had been upstairs getting ready with the bride and the rest of the bridesmaids, finishing your hair and makeup when you remembered that Fleur's fascinator was still in the box on the kitchen table.

The men had been tasked with setting up the marquee outside and had been essentially banished from the house as the women got ready, with strict warnings from Molly to not mess about, those warnings no doubt pointedly aimed at Fred and George.

"Oh thank you dear," she says blushing as she fusses with a piece of her hair, flustered by the compliment.

She was wearing a long green and turquoise patterned dress with flowing sleeves, a little satin waistband and a ruffled pattern on her right shoulder that resembled a flower. Her signature red hair had been curled with one section pinned back and decorated with a beautiful antique hair brooch and her makeup complimented her look perfectly.

"It's so nice to be all dressed up," she giggles as she waved her wand slightly, the plates of food on the counter becoming magically wrapped by a covering to keep the food fresh. You smile at her, nodding your head to agree as you spot the box from the table, choosing to spend a little time with Molly before retreating back upstairs.

"I wish it were you and Fred getting married today," she says with a sigh, looking out the window towards the Weasley men, and Harry, who are all trying to erect the tent. Your chest swells as you spot Fred looking so handsome in his suit, minus the blazer jacket, his golden waistcoat glimmering in the sun as he concentrates on the spot he's lifting with his wand.

"Molly," you playfully scold, knowing exactly what she meant by that. She gives you a little look where she pretends to be contrite for just a moment before scrunching her nose up and shrugging.

Fleur was not her first choice of daughter in law as she'd admitted to you more than once that she found her bossy and rude and had questioned the longevity of their relationship as she believed they were rushing into things, that the physical attraction between them was the most prominent reason why they were together.

Truthfully, you quite liked Fleur. She could be a little off handed with some of her comments, a little too quick to say what she thought rather than consider the effect of her words but you always thought it could be because of her having to mentally translate before speaking English. You couldn't deny that she had not made clever moves to try and impress Mr and Mrs Weasley and had inadvertently criticised their home, the family and Molly's favourite singer, Celestina Warbeck, all in the same sentence. If you hadn't been so protective of the Weasley family, you'd probably had actually found it impressive that she'd managed to offend nearly everyone in the household in less than two minutes.

You'd met during your sixth year at Hogwarts when the triwizard tournament had taken place and had become good friends with her and two of her Beauxton schoolmates Colette and Clemence, both of whom were also bridesmaids.

"I'm just saying," Molly says with a little knowing smirk. "I can't wait to have you as my daughter."

"Then you'll have to talk to your son," you quipped, casting one last look back outside to where the men were still trying to get the tent up straight, seeing even from afar that Fred's tongue had slipped out to rest in his bottom lip, something he did when he was concentrating hard.

"Believe me I will," she says with a smile, reaching out to pat your shoulder before walking over to the sink to busy herself.

You grab the box with Fleur's fascinator in and return back upstairs to finish getting the bride ready. Once Fleur was ready, you quickly changed into your bridesmaid's dress, each of you helping zip the others up before smoothing out your curled hair in front of the mirror.

The dress was a beautiful grey silk with a blue undertone that clung to every one of your curves, perfectly tailored to your body. Each dress was just slightly different but all had the same structure and little cape over the shoulders that was reminiscent of their Beauxbaton school uniform, a little ode to their magical roots.

"Fred will die when he sees you in that," Colette says as she appears behind you in the mirror, a smile tugging at her glossy lips as she looks at you. Her accent never failed to make you smile, hearing her try to pronounce 'Fred' in such a thick, French accent was always a little humorous to you.

"Oh hush," you say, casting one last glance at your body, smoothing out any lines in the silk.

You had to admit that you did feel incredibly sexy in the dress, though it was still modest in principle, it definitely showcased your features splendidly. Your breasts were considerably fuller than the other girls who all had slim figures and small breasts whereas you had a more hourglass figure that was openly showcased in the dress, something you knew Fred would enjoy greatly. You'd had to make adjustments to the cups of the dress multiple times in fittings as your breasts didn't fit in the same style as the others and so with a little ingenuity from the tailors, they'd adapted your dress to hold your chest a little better.

You checked the time and saw that there was still half an hour to go before the ceremony was due to begin and so you began to clear away the makeup and beauty stuff that littered the room.

Fleur's mother knocked on the door a little while later and you decided to leave them for a private moment, just Fleur, Gabrielle and their mother.

You passed Ginny as you walked down the stairs, seeing her eyebrows shoot up as she looked at you. Ginny had not been a bridesmaid, on account of her dislike for the bride. Bill hadn't been offended and truthfully neither had Fleur but you still felt a bit of guilt at being a bridesmaid at her own brothers wedding when she wasn't.

"Has Fred seen you yet?" She asks, walking in her dressing gown towards her room.

"No? Hello by the way," you replied, a little confused by her smirk but instead of replying she simply giggled and slipped through the door of her bedroom.

You hadn't expected to see anyone except Molly downstairs, knowing that the boys had been banished, but when you reached the kitchen it wasn't Molly that you saw leaning against the counter. Fred.

He was facing away from you, reading the paper from what you could see, his hip resting on the counter as he leaned down, looking devastatingly handsome, even from behind.

"What do you think?" You asked quietly, creeping into the kitchen. You didn't miss his little jump of surprise, which made you bite back a smile as he turned towards you, smirking already as it he was already planning a snarky reply.

The second he turned and saw you, his mouth opened on its own accord, jaw dropping, seeing him freeze as he openly gawked at you. You had to bite back a laugh at his reaction, seeing that it was even better than you'd hoped.

"I," he began to say before clearing his throat, his fingers doing an involuntary dance at his sides as his eyes take over you, before fixing his gaze to your breasts. "I think it's illegal to look hotter than the bride on her wedding day."

You laugh and watch as he seems to bounce back to usual, though his gaze linger a little longer on your curves before he reaches out to you. You place your hand in his and he pulls you gently towards him, delicately placing his arms around you as to not crease your dress.

"Ah, lipstick," you say, pulling away from him as he tries to kiss you, making him frown and pout at your denial of a kiss. "I promise you can mess it up after the ceremony." His eyes a little as he shoots a wicked smirk at you, his hands wandering over the soft fabric of your dress, running his hands over the curve of your waist.

"You look so beautiful," he says, smiling down at you. Even with your heels, he still towers over you with his height.

"And you look very handsome," you replied, reaching up to push his hair back from his face as you smile at each other.

"Well don't you look nice," George says, interrupting your moment, walking in with his bandage wrapped tightly around his head.

You turn and smile at him as Fred grumbles under his breath for his twin ruining the moment.

"How are you feeling Georgie?" You ask, looking at him with concern, even though it had been nearly five days since he received the unfortunate curse, you were still worried about his pain levels and him in general.

"Stable enough to walk down the aisle with you," he winks, earning another grumble from Fred. He'd been overwhelmingly annoyed at not being able to walk with you down the aisle even though he was also a groomsman but Molly had insisted on the fact, knowing it was both tradition and superstition that unmarried couples should never walk down the aisle together. Fred had instead been paired with Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister, whilst you were paired with George, a rather unfair deal he had stated.

"I better get back," you said, your gaze flickering to the stairs, knowing that you needed to get Fleur ready for the ceremony.

"I love you," Fred says, a surprisingly sentimental tone to his voice that made you pause, his hand now holding yours as he looks at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"I love you more," you say teasingly, slowly pulling away from him as you climb the stairs once more to help the bride.

The ceremony was beautiful and the newlyweds looked utterly joyful and in love, with smiles all around. You could feel Fred's eyes on you at multiple times during the ceremony and each time without fail he would either wink at you or smile sarcastically sweetly, trying to break up the formality of the situation.

At the reception, you'd been carrying out your role as bridesmaid flawlessly, helping with gifts, chatting to guests and even helping Fleur go to the toilet in her elaborate, poofy dress. When you returned to the marquee, you could see Fred and Molly chatting in the corner and so you took a seat next to George at the table, resting your head on his shoulder as the early morning and demand of the day began catching up with you.

"Tired, maid of the bride?" George joked as he shifted down a little in his seat so that you would be able to rest your head on his shoulder without straining. You simply nodded in reply, closing your eyes for just a moment before opening them and looking around the room at everyone you loved, all of whom enjoying themselves.

"Mind if I steal my girl?" A familiar voice asks from behind you and you can't help but smile as you lift your head from George's shoulder and look up to find Fred with his hand outstretched, ready to steal you away. You place your hand in his and he leads you to the dance floor as a slow song begins to play.

"This is familiar, eh princess?" He smirks, taking your waist in his other hand as he pulls you close. "I thought nothing would ever top your Yule ball dress but you always manage to surprise me." You smile up at him and can't help but study his gorgeous features, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world in that moment. Memories of the Yule ball danced in your mind, Fred's long hair, your glittering dress and the fun you had that night making a smile erupt on your face.

"You know, when we get married I hope there's none of this crap," he says, looking around at the slightly overdone decorations, curtesy of Fleur's imagination and her father's wallet.

"When?" You asked, a little teasing smile tugging at your lips, "that's a little presumptuous don't you think Weasley?" He smirks, spinning you gently in his arms before pulling you back into his chest, holding you even closer.

"Princess I've been calling you my future wife since the moment we first met, ask George," he chuckles slightly, still rocking you in his arms. "There's no one else I would ever want to call my wife."

You smiled up at him and reached up to press a kiss to his lips in the middle of the dance floor, not caring once bit about the mass of people around you. He kisses you back immediately, also unfazed by the people around you as you sink completely into the moment, just the feel of Fred around you and the sound of the music in the background.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He says dreamily, his hand stroking the spot on your waist where it resides.

"Not in the last hour," you tease with a smile.

"Then I must apologise, a woman as beautiful as you deserves to be told constantly."

"I think you're drunk," you say with a blush at his words and he chuckles whilst shaking his head.

"Just in love," he replies giving you a look of utter adoration that takes your breath away.

You dance for a little while with Fred before George steals you away for a dance, then Bill and then Arthur. You laugh as Arthur twirls you around, seeing Fred doing the same to Ginny not too far away from you. You'd never felt more loved and included than you did in that moment, feeling like a Weasley already. Fred eventually steals you back from his dad as a more rambunctious song comes on and you dance wildly around the dance floor between both the twins, no longer caring about holding your composure or ruining your dress as you fling your arms about, jumping around with the younger guests.

You couldn't help but tease Fred as the night carries on, dancing a little more provocatively as the upbeat music continues, swinging your hips as you dance. You lightly grind against him acting as if it was an accident at first but he soon realises exactly what you're doing, his hands coming up to grip your hips hard as he stands behind you and leans down to talk in your ear so you'd hear him over the music.

"I know what you're doing princess," he says breathily in your ear, pressing his crotch tightly to your backside. Apparently your little deviant plan was working as you felt his semi-excited member pressed against you which made you smirk.

You soon around and Fred immediately places his arms around you, caging you into his body.

"Want to sneak away?" You said quietly with a little devilish smirk as you flirt with him, "you know, I won't be able to get out of this dress all by myself."

"Let's go princess," he says with a little smirk, patting your bum twice before taking your hand and leading you out of the tent back towards the house. You looked around you, checking that no one was watching but it all truthfulness you couldn't care less.

The house was still deserted when you entered, with all the other family members and guests still partying outside. Fred stopped at the base of the stairs as you began to bunch up the bottom of your dress to climb the mountain of stairs and suddenly lurched at you, picking you up bridal style earning a little surprised squeak from you and a chuckle from him.

He attempted to kiss you whilst you were in his arms and ascending the stairs but you quickly put an end to it, knowing that he'd most likely bang your head on one of the many wooden banisters or worse due to being distracted. As soon as you stepped through the door to his and George's room, he slammed the door shut with his leg, still carrying you as he went to throw you on the bed, briefly muttering a silencing charm before he turns his attention back to you. He wasted no time and crawled on top of you, pausing only briefly to take in the sight of you all dressed up and sprawled out on his bed before he captured you in a delicious kiss.

The kiss deepened immediately with Fred's tongue swiping at your lip, his hands already running over your curves, teasing both himself and you as he puts off touching you in the places you desperately want him to. His kisses begin to extend down your neck, towards your collarbones as you heave out a calming breath, already feeling wonderfully overwhelmed by the sensations. He kisses over your clothes breasts and a flick switches in you, needing to feel his lips everywhere without obstruction. He apparently feels exactly the same and begins fumbling at the little zipper on the side of the dress.

You untie the little cape and let that open wide, waiting for Fred to do the last little clasp which you knew he'd enjoy. You reach for his hand and pull it towards the little clasp in between your breasts which he opens in no time, watching as your naked breasts spill out of the dress, not having been able to wear a bra all day. He curses under his breath as he looks at your bare breasts and you take the time to slide the rest of the fabric down your torso so that you're left in just your lace panties.

"Godric you're beautiful," he says more to himself than anything as he looks over your body before his gaze flicks up to you and he smiles before diving it for another kiss. His hand that he isn't bearing weight on comes up to massage and toy with your breasts and you can't help but run your fingers through his hair, trying to get his mouth where you want it. He senses what you want and immediately begins feasting on your tits, licking and sucking as your sensitive nipples which had you gasping and writhing almost immediately.

You begin pulling as his collar, desperate to get him naked too as you push him, flipping him over so that he was lay flat on the bed. You crawl to straddle him and you don't miss the glimmer in his eyes as your almost naked body climbs over his, breasts swaying as you begin to suck at his neck, making him moan.

You pop open the buttons on his collar, pulling off his tie and open up each individual button, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin as you make your way down his torso, thankful that he'd taken off his jacket and waistcoat earlier in the night. You almost ripped the shirt off him as soon as the last button was done and you ran your fingers over his gorgeous chest and shoulders, running down his stomach until you reached his little happy trail.

You moved down on the bed so that you were face to face with his crotch and began opening the fastenings of his trousers, pulling them over his hips and down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers, the outline of his impressive length clearly visible. You placed a kiss to his cock through his underwear and heard him groan, knowing he was watching your every move.

You looked up at him and saw his intense gaze, making you smirk as you tugged at the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his excited length springing out and falling onto his lower belly as you tug away the underwear, discarding them across the room. The sight of him bare before you, his perfect cock already hard and leaking was enough to make your mouth water and you couldn't help but lean down and press a few fluttering kisses along his length, feeling it twitch against your lips in excitement.

Maintaining eye contact with Fred, you gave him your sexiest look and leant down further to take his cock into your mouth, licking all the way around the sensitive tip as you tasted him. He groaned and shoved his head back against the bed at the sensation as you took more and more of him into your mouth, running your tongue along the veined underside of his cock to extend his pleasure. As you began to bob slowly on his cock, you were rewarded with loud groans and curses of your name from Fred, his cock only hardening further in your mouth.

"Godric princess, your mouth is fucking perfect," he groans in bliss.

Your hand came up to support your ministrations as you began to pump the few inches you weren't sucking, running your hands over his balls and giving them a very gentle tug like he liked, all of which making him writhe and groan.

"Princess, get up here," he says, suddenly reaching his hand out for you. You kisses his tip one last time before crawling up his body, his hands immediately reaching for you as he pulls you into him, one hand cupping your jaw as he pulls you in for a sinful kiss.

"Merlin," he says, pulling away as he runs a hand over his face, "you have no idea what these little white panties are doing to me."

"Do they make me look innocent?" You ask with a little smile, kissing down his jaw, eliciting another breathy moan from Fred.

"Yeah, but it's like you're the bride, making me lose it picturing it being our wedding night," he admits, his hands gripping you tighter in his hold, one large hand cupping and massaging your bum covered by the white lace. Your eyes widen a little in surprise, though he doesn't see, as you take in his words.

"That get you going big boy?" You ask breathily in his ear, still nibbling at his jaw as your hands explore his chest, briefly catching his nipples as you roam. "Picturing me as your bride? You like the idea of fucking your new wife?" He curses and moans, hips surging at your words, answering your question.

"Fuck baby," he whines as your hand wraps around his cock and begins slowly pumping him, your thumb catching the beads of precum and rubbing it into his soft tip.

"Maybe you like the idea of ripping off my sweet, appropriate little wedding dress and seeing exactly what's underneath."

He moans louder than you remembering ever being as your speed increases, your words having an evident affect on him.

"Or is it that everyone would know how good you're fucking your new wife, that everyone would know that I belong to you?" His hips start to stutter and you know he won't last much longer, the mixture of your hand on his cock and the words in his ear almost too much for him as he nods along with you, whining and groaning.

"Mrs Fred Weasley does sound good don't you think?" You ask him with a little smug smile at how he curses, hands scrambling to touch your tits as you pump him. "Y/n Weasley, Fred's wife." He's so close you can almost taste it, knowing he's just need a little nudge with the game you were playing.

"You wanna pretend it's our wedding night? I'll let you do anything you want to me husband, let you fuck everything that's yours."

He moans loudly as his hips stutter, your hand working his quickly as your other hand cups his balls as he erupts, ropes of cum spurting from his cock and landing on his stomach as you pump him through his orgasm, not stopping until his body stops twitching. He's breathless as he comes down from his high, chest heaving as a look of bliss falls over his face.

"Merlin," he says, finally opening his eyes to look at you, seeing your wicked little smirk. "Fuck that was hot." You smile as you reach down to grab his shirt from the floor, wiping his pleasure from his abdomen before throwing it back down onto the floor.

"Now, I think it's time I looked after my bride don't you think?" He says with a wicked grin, hands already pawing at you as he cups your jaw, pulling you into another kiss, his other hand creeping over your curves as he suddenly pushes you down onto the bed. His mouth wastes no time in pleasing you, immediately latching back into your breasts as he goes all out, grabbing, toying and sucking your breasts, never leaving the other one left out.

His fingers begin to drift down your body and tease your inner thighs as your legs part in anticipation, your arousal dripping from you at this point. When Fred's fingers finally slip between your legs and he feels the abundant wetness of your panties he curses again, latching onto your nipple and giving a harsh suck making you gasp.

"Mrs Weasley, so wet for me," he says with a smirk, slipping one finger inside your panties and into your waiting hole. You moan out at the sensation, feeling his thumb come up to toy with your aching clit and you can't help but roll your hips, unable to keep still as his fingers work you perfectly. "So good baby, so fucking perfect."

"Freddie," you keen as he adds a second finger, adjusting his angle so that he can press up against your gspot, making you writhe against him. The panties restrict his movements but it doesn't seem to faze him, working his magic on you.

He suddenly pulls his hand from you, making you whine but he quickly grabs and spins you on the bed so that you're on your hands and knees, his ability to manhandle you so effortlessly only furthering your arousal.

He moved to stand behind you, pulling you towards the edge of the bed as his fingers toy with the white lace panties you're still wearing. His hands hook into the waistband and you feel him rip off your panties, pulling them right down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him. You gasp as the cool air hits your sensitive pussy lips and within seconds his mouth is on you, feasting deliciously on your dripping cunt.

"Freddie!" You moan, pushing your hips back as his tongue slips between your lips, lapping as your clit before slipping into your little hole. His entire face is pressed against your pussy and you can hardly contain your moans as you feel his mouth playing you like an instrument. His tongue circles your clit before he sucks on it in little bursts, making your hips writhe against his face. He alternates between sucking and licking, covering himself in your arousal before he suddenly pulls open your ass and really dives into your pussy, locking his lips around your clit and sucking, tongue circling the little bud.

"Fred!" You shout as you cum, hips rolling over his face as he laps at you over and over in just the right spot, letting you ride out your pleasure.

Your orgasm has done nothing to calm your arousal, if anything it's only spurred on a further need for Fred as you turn and drag him down onto the bed with you, kissing him feverishly as you feel the signs of his arousal renewed against your leg.

"Freddie, fuck your wife," you say, dragging a breathy moan and a curse from his lips as your hands reach out for him in anyway you can get him, hips raising up in desperation.

"I've got you sweetheart," he reassures you as he kisses you one last time before reaching down to kiss your nipples, hands lifting your legs, seeing you beautifully exposed before him. "My perfect girl, so fucking hot."

"Yeah you got a hot little wife Freddie?" You tease, knowing that your words would only fuel his fire.

"The fucking hottest," he growls, pumping his cock twice before positioning himself right at your entrance.

"Give it to me good Freddie, only you can fuck your wife so good like this."

He curses and grabs hold of his cock, tossing your legs into his shoulders as you feel him slowly sink into you, stretching you out as he gets deeper and deeper. You both moan in unison as he moves his hips, hitting all the right spots inside you before he begins to pick up his pace, big hands holding your thighs tightly. He watches as your breasts begin to bounce in time with his thrusts and you can't help but raise your arms up to grab hold of the metal headboard so you can get leverage to raise your hips in time with his, letting the last inch of his sink into you.

"Yeah you like that sweetheart? Your husband fucking you good? Fuck you are so tight," he says, eyes flicking between your breasts and watching his cock disappear into your pussy.

"So good Freddie," you moan out, arching your back as he pounds into you. "Only you can fuck me this good." You right hand slips off the bed frame and you start to circle your clit for a little extra pleasure until Fred notices and bats your hand away.

"Dirty girl, your husband not taking care of you good enough? Is my big cock not enough for you?" He teases.

You begin to whimper in reply, "no it is, so good baby."

He immediately pulls out of you and flips you over like it's nothing, pulling your hips up slightly before he slams back into you. He takes no prisoners with his thrusting as you feel his balls slapping against you, his left hand gripping your hip so hard it'll almost certainly leave a bruise. His right hand snakes around your hip abs begins toying with your clit deliciously and you can't help but rock your hips, your insides clenching around Fred's thick length as you cry out.

"Oh Freddie!" You cry out, feeling thoroughly fucked as he slams into you. "You're so deep!"

"Come on my little perfect wife, I want you to cum all over your husbands cock," he says, leaning down and changing the angle slightly so that he rubs against your gspot making a silent scream erupt from you. The hand that was holding your hip suddenly shifts and he wraps it around your throat as he fucks into you with abandon, his hips stuttering just enough that you know he's close. His hand doesn't squeeze nor put any pressure on but just feeling his long fingers wrapped around your throat whilst he plays with your clit and pounds into you is enough to send you hurling towards your end.

"Freddie Freddie Freddie!" You chant as you cum, nails clawing into the bedsheets as you feel the white hot pleasure erupt within you, your hips rolling back onto his cock as he pounds you even harder, no doubt feeling your walls squeezing him. He suddenly lets go of your throat and scrambles to grab hold of your hips as he slams his length into you once more and holds you tightly to him, buried entirely in you as he cums. You can feel his cock twitching inside you as he shoots his load as deep in you as he can, groaning and cursing behind you as your name falls from his lips.

After a few moments, he pulls out and watches as his cum begins to dribble out of you, cursing once again at the sight. You feel him shift and he presses a kiss to your back before carefully shifting you so that you were lying on the bed as he slips in next to you, instinctively reaching to pull you into his side.

You lean up and kiss him as his arms snake around you, one hand resting gently over your breast, thumb idly passing over your nipple.

"I love you so much sweetheart," he says, pulling off your lips but never really moving away as he kisses you again.

"I love you Freddie," you say, pouring as much love as you can into your words.

"Gonna marry you one day princess," he mumbles and you can suddenly hear the tiredness in his voice.

"If you're gonna fuck me like that again, I'd marry you right now," you said breathlessly, entwining your fingers with his.

He chuckles, squeezing your hand in his as his eyes close, "give me 10."

"I want to be your wife one day," you say quietly a few moments later, no longer teasing. You feel Fred's eyes open and he looks at you with a look you can't place.

"Sweetheart, nothing would make me happier than you being my wife, but stop talking about it before I get hard again."

[kqulitz]

Would you mind doing some more sub! Bill? The last one you wrote was soooo gooooddd 😩 I always see them blowing steam off on the reader after concerts but the other way around would be hot ngl

a/n: ty nonnie 🫶 i hope this is good!!!

post-show

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: after a show, you get rid of some pent up energy with your boyfriend.

tags: both reader and bill are 18+, smut, sub! bill, dom! reader, hickeys, semi-public sex, having sex in a broom closet, cunnilingus (male receiving), mommy kink (still not sorry), riding/fem on top, p in v sex, low-key breeding kink, unprotected sex, aftercare!!!

smut under cut, minors dni!!

lowercase intended

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your reddened fingers ache as you finally let go of your guitar’s strings. the adrenaline running through your body has your chest heaving and your heart hammering in your chest. the fans are screaming so loud you can barely hear yourself think. you share a glance with tom, who silently raises his brows. you weren’t very happy with your performance on a few songs, you saw some people in the crowd practically judging you. you catch your breath, taking your leave as georg follows you. the band disperses, making sure to wave goodbye to the fans.

you put your guitar down, sighing heavily. “meine liebe..!” (my love..!) bill jogs to catch up with you, his hand gently touching your lower back. “hi, bill.” you sigh, keeping your hands as still as possible so you didn’t worry him. “what’s the matter? you’re not happy? we did great!” he gushes, clearly made up with the experience. “yeah- yeah, we did…” you sigh, grasping his hand to lead him ahead of everyone. “babe, where are we going?” he asks, glancing back at the others who are busy putting their equipment away. you hush him, opening a door and peering inside before pulling him in. bill turns to you as you close the door, making sure to lock it. “schatz, what are we-?” (sweetheart) you cut your lover off as your lips meet his; your hands squeezing his hips. bill hums softly, wrapping his arms around your neck to stabilise himself as you push him against a wall.

your hands tug his shirt up, palms roaming over his skin as he shivers. bill whines softly, back arching as he leans into your hands, craving your touch. “been wanting you for ages.” you mumble between kisses, one hand trailing down to his pants. you undo the button to his jeans, fingers adept in doing so with only one hand. “mama, please…” he whines, clinging to you tightly. “be patient.” you mumble, pushing his pants and boxers down. bill whimpers softly as you sink to your knees, wrapping your lips around his tip. “fuck-“ he chokes out, cock twitching as you bob your head a little. you hum a little, letting the vibrations tease him. bill’s hips buck forward, his mouth agape as he leans his head back against the wall. “mama, go faster- please..!” he whines. glancing up at him, you rest your hands upon his thighs to prevent him from fucking into your mouth. your tongue drags over the underside of his cock, listening to your boyfriend moan.

“mama, please..!” he begs, knees buckling a little. you pull away, helping him sit down. you crawl into his lap, kissing him passionately as you grind. the feeling of the panties under your skirt grinding against his bare cock is driving him insane, his hips pushing up against you as he whimpers into your mouth. “please fuck me, mama- i need you..!” he begs, fingers pulling off your shirt. you chuckle softly, pushing your panties aside and letting his saliva-covered cock lube up your already wet folds. bill moans, hiding his face in your shoulder, biting down hard to silence himself. you wince as his teeth nip your skin, carefully guiding him into your cunt.

bill moans loudly, it’s muffled in your shoulder. you choke out a swear as you sink down on his cock, feeling how he whimpers against you. you let yourself adjust, sighing softly, as you close your eyes. bill’s fingers dig into your back, he’s panting against your shoulder, the sensation tickling you a little. finally, you begin to move, grinding your hips slowly. bill’s head falls back, hitting the wall as he whimpers. “be quiet, baby. you don’t want to get caught, do you?” you purr softly, kissing his needy lips. bill nods a little, his hands grabbing at your hips to speed up your movements. you oblige happily, bouncing on his twitching cock.

footsteps grow near, and you clasp a hand over bill’s mouth- stopping your thrusts. your boyfriend whines against your palm, hips fucking up into you with desire. “bill, baby- stop for a second. someone’s coming.” you whisper, listening as people walk past. you can hear tom loudly asking where the two of you had gone as he passes the door. bill breathes slowly through his nose, waiting for you as you listen to the band pass. finally, it goes quiet, so you continue your movements, letting your hand fall from bill’s mouth. he whimpers and whines, back arching as he thrusts up into you.

you smile, letting out a breathy laugh as he leans in to kiss you. he mewls, cock twitching. you bring one of his hands to your clit, moaning as his fingers make quick work of rubbing soft circles over your bud. that heated pool grows in your stomach as you grow closer to your orgasm, watching your boyfriend who’s coming undone under you. “ich bin nach..!” (i’m close) he whimpers, back arching. “dann komm schon, baby. mach mich zur mutter.” (come on then, baby. make me a mother.) you encourage, forehead resting against his. bill groans as he cums, hard, the feeling of him feeling you up making you moan. “good boy, well done.” you purr, running your fingers through his hair. bill’s fingers don’t slow, toppling you over the edge as you cum around his cock.

bill pants, gathering himself as he softens inside you. you hold him close, kissing his cheek affectionately. your boyfriend closes his eyes, resting his head on your shoulder. “are you alright?” you ask softly. “mhm… i’m fine.” bill pulls away, smiling lazily as he kisses you. you notice how his eye makeup had smudged; it makes you giggle. “what? is it bad?” he asks, wiping his cheeks gently. “no, it’s not that bad.” you respond, voice soft and loving as you rub the smudge away for him. “we should get going before the boys get suspicious.” bill sighs, kissing you softly. “mhm… okay.” you get up out of his lap, fixing your panties. bill flusters a little, fixing his pants. “you’re not gonna clean up?” he asks softly. “with what? a mop?” you giggle. “we can clean up properly at the hotel.” you say, grabbing his hands and helping him up onto his shaky legs. you kiss his lips, pulling your shirt on again as he does the same. “come on then, baby.” you giggle, leading your boyfriend from the broom closet.

[gglitch1dd]

Blood of my House Pt 2

Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader

Context: Eijiro’s plan to claim back his family’s throne is put on hold when you appear, as the rightful heir. You get on his nerves but you both need to work together in order to get the usurper off your throne. Lets just hope you both don’t fall into the stereotype of your house.

Game of thrones inspired- The Kirishimas are basically the Targeryens. Credit given to George R Martin and the mastermind that he is.

Warning: this story deals with topics of cousin incest and referenced incest ( I don’t condone this IRL), violence, taboo lust, blood, fire, time period specific misogyny and dragons. So be prepared. No smut… yet.

[P A R T 1] [BLOOD OF MY HOUSE MASTERLIST]

Eijiro stirred Riot down to land in a pasture not too far away from the main castle. He had decided to go on a midnight fly to clear his head and no one could blame him. The large man pat his large flying beast on the head with some praises in High Valeryian that earned him a chortle back.

The last few days had been quite the… adjustment, to put it lightly. Since your appearance into his life, Eijiro had been feeling rather… to put it easily, frustrated. He wasn’t sure what it was but he wished you could just disappear and take this feeling that he had with you. You were everywhere now. You were in his meeting chambers, in the reception hall, in the kitchen, in the village, in the dragon caves, in the dining hall. You were everywhere and Eijiro felt close to driving his head into a stone wall at that fact.

He felt like he was losing control of his men one by one as you used your seduction powers to control them. Every man he came across seemed smitten by you. Although, he couldn’t exactly blame them. You had a smile that could lull any man into false ease, a voice that could sing a deaf man to sleep and a body that could make even a blind man dream about your looks. You were something straight out of the old tales of sirens that would pull men off of boats and into their cold waiting arms in the abyss.

Eijiro slid off Riot right as a low scuttle went through the air. The sound of a dragon that wasn’t his own made him freeze as he instantly turned his head to the darkness of the shadows. Walking out of the forest into the clearing with your dragon, at his back was you. The large scaley male beast let out a low huff at the sight of his new comrade. The two dragons seemed to have their own words amongst each other, but from what Eijiro could see about Riot, she was not impressed.

You wore leathers, showing you were wanting to go on a fly yourself. Your hands were joined together behind your back as you looked up at him. “Good evening, cousin. I see you are just as broody at night as you are in the day.”

Eijiro watched you for a moment before letting out a scoff. He lifted his leg off one side as he moved to Riot’s side and slid down easily. He landed on the ground with a thud before patting her scaley side. “Do not mistake planning for brooding.” You heard him say in High Valeryian, his accent thick but still a bit off tune to what it was supposed to be if he had grown up around other Kirishimas that would have shown him how.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you continued to walk forward towards him. “You speak our language?” You asked.

“I am a Kirishima, am I not?” He asked with a scoff as he walked forward as well, moving to meet you in the middle.

You hummed as you moved your head side to side. “Agree to disagree.” Eijiro scowled. It was something you had been teasing him for, for weeks. On how he was only considered half Kirishima considering his lady mother was a Toyomitsu and only his father was Kirishima.

Eijiro sighed as he looked away from you. “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

You shrugged as you looked around the beautiful area, with its low grass and calm stream not too far away. Your eyes landed back on Eijiro’s intense ruby ones. You looked up at him daring to test his authority. “I wanted to take him on a fly.” You motioned back to your dragon who shook his head with a huff. “Caves are no place for a dragon. Sneaking around in the dark like rats isn’t how they were born to be.” You let out, a hint of passion about the subject evident in your voice.

 Eijiro watched you for a moment before he moved to slip off his rider gloves. He looked down at his hands. “Speaking of which, I have received reports of your knight sneaking into your bedchambers.” He tried not to slip out any hint of anger in his voice.

But anger there was.

When he was first informed of Midoriya Izuku’s visits into your chambers in the cloak of darkness, he was appalled but also furious. You come under his care, into his castle, sitting as if you owned the place and then you were sneaking around with your leading commander. Despite whether you liked it or not, Eijiro was technically Head of your House and was responsible for you (despite wanting nothing to do with you). The last thing he needed to question of you, was your relationship with your dear commander.

You tilted your head with a smirk amused. You let out a small giggle as you looked at Eijiro. “Jealous, are we?” The thought of his anger at such a fact, that you truly did not care about, made you laugh.

“There’s nothing to be jealous about.” He threw at you sharply with a scowl on his face. “I don’t need little bastards running around Summersvale, if you aren’t aware of the consequences of your actions.” He reminded you with a glare.

You hummed, nodding your head, understanding how it might look to him. You took another step forward, the both of you now standing face to face. You looked up at him without a hint of backing down or submission. “Are you aware of how it is like, growing up in Chalrogo as a slave girl?” You asked hypothetically, switching to the common tongue. Your question took Eijiro off guard, but he didn’t give it away. “I was nothing but as dispensable as a stick. The world isn’t very kind to little girls with no importance to anyone other than a swornsword and a nursemaid. Little girls aren’t meant for a vicious world where there are men with grabby hands and leaking cocks that rise at a girl that hasn’t even reached womanhood.” You spoke emotionlessly as you stared up at Eijiro. “I struggle to sleep, Eijiro. Izuku keeps my company until I do. On particularly bad days, he sneaks drops of dozing syrups so I can be somewhat strong the next day. So please, forgive me and my commander for our sins.”

You walked past him, your dragon following after you with a low growl. Riot reciprocated one as well, swatting her tail at the younger male dragon, earning a growl from Maegor but your dragon continued to follow you.

Eijiro stayed frozen where he was. He looked down with a scowl, something close to regret and anger in himself filled him. He let out a huff, seeing this as some tactic you had to get his guard down. Not to say he didn’t believe you. He believed you.

However, hating you seemed much more easier.

“You have a letter, my prince.”  Taishiro spoke out as he passed over the scroll to Eijiro.

Eijiro took the piece of paper, undoing it as his ruby eyes moved down to the paper itself. He scanned the paper as he began to read it. “About?” He asked.

“Apparently…” The large blond man let out a deep breath as he glanced over to you. You sat up, where you sat across from Eijiro. Whatever it was, it seemed to concern the both of you. “Prince B/N has been found.”

Eijiro’s head whipped up to look at his uncle, checking if he was serious and indeed he was. Eijiro sped through the letter, feeling shocked at such news coming to his ears now. Another Kirishima? It sounded too good to be true. He turned to look at you.

You sat there with furrowed eyebrows. You looked more insulted than happy to know that your only brother could be alive. Your commander, Midoriya Izuku glanced down to you but didn’t show a hint of emotion to what he was thinking. You leaned back in your seat, putting your hands together. “That’s impossible.” You answer quietly but adamantly. “My brother was nothing older than half the hour and still attached to my mother’s breast when the Todoroki’s stormed the castle. The ravens sent back to Enji stated that in my mother’s chambers were found the corpses of a babe, his mother and the midwives. How could he have survived?” You asked not believing a lick of it.

Taishiro let out a breath before motioning to the two of you. “The same way the two of you survived.”

You looked to Eijiro who looked right back at you. The man across from you let out a deep breath as he sat up in his chair. He glanced down at the parchment he held before handing it to Katsuki and motioning for it to be given to you. “According to House Monoma, they received the babe from the appointed wetnurse and have raised the boy ever since. Of course, it’s hard to believe based off the fact that Kirishimas don’t have wetnurses, but if the boy truly was sent away it would make sense.” Eijiro deducted as he looked over to you as you were handed the paper and started to read it. He looked up to his uncle. “Should the boy be the real thing?”

His uncle scratched the back of his neck before letting out a huff. “It would mean that he is the rightful heir to the throne.”

“At fifteen?” You asked.

“Indeed.” Taishiro stated. “He would be little older than a boy but old enough to take the throne of course with your council.” He motioned to the two of you. “By the sign of the sigil of house Monoma on the letter, it seems to be true. The best course of action would be to meet him face to face and discuss.”

Eijiro nodded, understanding his point. However, something was not sitting right with him. He wasn’t sure what it was, maybe it was just him not wanting to believe it, but it did seem strange that suddenly you appear and then this letter about your brother being alive appears as well. Then again, Eijiro knew he couldn’t be too judgemental. If he survived, what else could be possible. “I agree.” He supported Taishiro’s statement with a nod of his head. “The main goal of our cause is to put the Kirishima bloodline where it belongs, and the last thing we need is to fight within our house.”

You were silent for a moment but you closed your eyes and nodded your head. “Indeed. The blood of our house will not end with mere familial rivalry.” You seemed to hold any disagreement or mistrust you had in the matter as you straightened your posture. “Which means that we shall accept their invitation.”

“We shall head to House Monoma within the week.” Eijiro clarified.

Eijiro sat in the carriage with you as you inched closer and closer to the Monoma Estate. The two of you were forced to share a carriage considering you were both of the same blood and there was no reason to separate the rides and cause unnecessary baggage and separation. However, that also meant that the whole five day trip was one that was spent with high tensions and snarky remarks from the both of you. It was almost as if you were both but children and couldn’t even be civil for a few hours.

Eijiro had watched you the entire trip. You had him very confused and yet he seemed to understand more and more as he watched you. You never complained about anything (other than Eijiro’s presence). You didn’t complain about the long ride, nor having to bathe in nearby streams if need be, nor the scent of smoke, sweat and God knows what that was around whenever they had a stop. You broke stale bread with your soldiers and you sipped from mead with them like a brother.

He wondered what type of experiences you had in the past to be able to do that now. He had tried to find information from Midoriya but the green haired man always gave the same response.

“You should ask her yourself.”

Something that annoyed Eijiro to the bone, but he left it be. But now here you were, at the front gates of the Monoma estate, allowed in due to diplomatic reasons.

“An aspect of this still troubles me.” Eijiro looked over to you as you spoke, your eyes looking outside the carriage at the stone manor. You glared for a moment outside. “The Kirishimas and the Monomas were never on alliance terms, and certainly not close.” You recalled from years ago and all the history books you had read. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why would they keep my brother and not give him over to Enji?”

Eijiro was silent before letting out a sigh. “Maybe they simply knew something we did not.” He tried reasoning, but even to him it sound like a waste of an excuse.

It didn’t matter however as you were let into the Monoma estate graciously. The two of you had separated in order to get ready for tonights banquet that was apparently being held in your honour. Eijiro wasn’t one for dressing up. He preferred doing anything but socialising and trying to please other dignitaries and nobles, however it was an important aspect of a ruler and thus he took it in stride.

“Announcing his grace, Prince Kirishima Eijiro, first of his name, Lord of Summersvaile.”

Eijiro walked into the great hall, his eyes moving around the well lit room. It was not as big as the one back home in Summersvaile but it would do. The candles were lit and made the room glow. Eijiro had been forcefully stuffed into a black suit that was much too tight for his liking and his black cloak the belonged to his father with red stitched onto the ends of his suit.

People peered at him with wide eyes and with whispers. Not many had seen a Kirishima in the flesh in close to two decades, of course he would look like a spectacle. However, Eijiro ignored them as he caught eye of Katsuki. He stepped forward, aiming to get closer to his best friend.

“Your grace.” Eijiro paused as he turned around to see a woman dressed in a light creamy yellow dress, her blond hair was pinned up with little ornaments. She was a beautiful woman, Eijiro could not deny that, especially as she walked over to him. She curtsied before him. “Lady Utsushimi Camie.” She introduced herself to him.

He smiled and nodded his head. “Prince Kirishima Eijiro.”

She took a step closer to him. “My, I’ve never seen a Kirishima before. I’ve only heard such great tales about your family…” She moved to put her hands on his arm making him still for a second. “Especially the men in your family. You are quite a large specimen.”

Eijiro felt heat bloom to his face. Growing up he had experienced touches from older ladies in the Bakugou court that found him appealing but considering he was a servant, he didn’t really have much of a place to say no. But this felt more of a boost to his pride than anything, but it didn’t stop the embarrassment etching to his face.

He chuckled as he put a hand over her own. “It is only natural for our family. Kirishimas are known for it.”

She looked up at him with wide brown eyes. “Oh I’ve heard. Is it true you have a dragon?” She asked him.

Eijiro opened his mouth to respond but suddenly felt another hold on his left arm. He looked to the left to find another woman holding onto his arm, with orange fiery hair and dressed in prismarine green. “Indeed it is true, I have a dragon. Her name is Riot.”

“Really? You must be such a strong man to be able to tame a dragon.” The redhead praised.

Eijiro couldn’t help but smirk. “Is it not already obvious?” He asked making the two of them giggle.

Sir Midoriya Izuku rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, a chalice in his hand as he sipped from it. His green eyes moved away from Eijiro to Katsuki who was being served more wine by a servant. “It seems as though your prince is having a good time.” He pointed out, motioning to Eijiro who now was surrounded by four ladies, all of them trying to drag him to sit down with them as one offered him a chalice of wine. They all giggled at whatever he said. Izuku sighed as he leaned back in his seat.

Katsuki looked over at his best friend and smiled. He raised his cup to the prince and smirked over at Izuku in a smug way. “That is what I call a true king, Deku. See that! That is the charisma of a ruler.” He motioned to Eijiro.

Izuku raised his eyebrow unimpressed as he looked back at Eijiro. “All I see is the giggling of whores that just so happen to call themselves ladies.”

His statement made Katsuki choke on his wine with a laugh. Izuku noticed that Lord Monoma Neito had made his way to Eijiro with a smile. The two seemed to have begun conversation. Before Izuku could point it out to Katsuki, the doors opened once more.

“Announcing her grace, Princess Kirishima Y/N, first of her name, eldest daughter of King Ryosuke Kirishima, second of his name, rightful heir to the throne.” The announcer shouted in the air.

Eijiro took a sip of his wine, glancing up at the staircase where you entered. His eyes widened in surprise, his breath leaving his lungs as his eyes were glued to your figure.

You were dressed in a blood crimson red gown, the slits of your dress were high and on either side of the lacey item that left your hips for free viewing. Gold and black lined your dress making you look like untouched royalty. Your figure was flawless and so was your gaze that seemed to hold superiority over everyone else. You kept your head up high as you walked down the steps before walking down the middle of the room.

Eijiro felt you a sin. You were gorgeous, any man’s best dream and it was obvious by the way you held every man’s attention in the room. You were alluring and almost looked as though you would disappear with just a touch.

Your shoes were deafening in Eijiro’s ears as you approached him but your eyes were not on him. You extended your arm to Lord Monoma Neito. The tall man unashamedly looked over your body as if you were a common whore. His periwinkle eyes went up to your own as he bowed before you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Your highness.” He greeted.

“Lord Monoma, it is a honour. Thank you for hosting me and my cousin.” Your voice was like that of the sweetest of wines.

He smirked as he put a hand to his chest. “It is a privilege for me to do so. And might I just say, you live up to your rumours. A beautiful dragoness.”

You let out a laugh. “You flatter me.”

“It is only the truth, princess.”

Eijiro watched as you conversed with Neito. Why were you entertaining this fool? He could barely keep his eyes off your bosom let alone to your face and yet here you were giggling and laughing at his words. Eijiro took a deep breath, moving out of the hold of the ladies he was standing with, ignoring their confused whispers as he walked over to you. He took to your side, taking your arm and linking it with his own. “We are both so very famished. I am sure my cousin will agree with me in the wish of dinner starting soon.”

Neito chuckled. “Of course, follow me.” He motioned to the head table, making sure that the both of you knew where to go.

You walked beside Eijiro, glancing up at him. You let out an amused chuckle at his demeanour and behaviour. He glanced down at you but his ruby eyes hardened. “And what has you in a fit of laughter?”

“You are acting as if I have never been in society before, cousin.” You pointed out truthfully as he led you to the table where you would both be having dinner.

Eijiro looked away from you, facing straight ahead. A gentle frown settled on his face. “You dress like you’re still in Chalrogo.” He said truthfully, looking away from you. “It is not how one dresses here.”

“The other lords don’t seem to mind.” You pointed out truthfully as you glanced at what must be a table of high-ranking lords in the province. You gave them a smirk and a nod of your head before focusing forward. Eijiro scoffed at your behaviour. You truly were his greatest test from the heavens because you always seemed to get him feeling so vexed. “Besides you shouldn’t care, you seemed to busy conversing with every woman in this hall.”

“They approached me, I was just answering questions.”

You nodded your head as you moved towards your seat. Eijiro pulled out your seat, allowing you to sit down. “Ah yes, letting a woman hold your muscles does help to trigger the brain into thinking of answers.” You sarcastically commented making Eijiro sigh as he rolled his eyes.

He looked over to you and lifted up his wine. “And I am sure having your tits falling out of your dress must make you feel so powerful.” He rolled his eyes.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you rolled your eyes. “Can’t even keep your eyes to yourself, cousin?”

“I can ask the same thing to you.”

The both of you spent what felt like the entire night, bickering like children, whenever you were left to your own devices. However, most of dinner, you seemed to busy laughing and entertaining lords and knights than to do anything else. Your laughter rang in Eijiro’s ears like a bell and had him taking a breath at every tone. Eijiro tried playing the diplomat as well, as he conversed with Neito whenever the shameless lord wasn’t trying to get a glance of your figure.

“I must ask, Lord Neito.” Eijiro started as he wiped his mouth with a cloth. “The reason you had summoned us?”

That caught your attention as you nodded your head. “Indeed. My brother? Where is he?” You asked. Despite how calm you sounded, your hand fisted your dress under the table. Eijiro knew you were nervous. He could see it even as you tried to make conversation, the way your eyes danced around the room as if looking for someone who would look just like you or him.

“Ah yes,” Neito nodded his head as he stood up. “About that…” He lifted up his chalice almost as if he was about to make a declaration.

Eijiro didn’t like the feeling of this. Your supposed brother had not been mentioned or heard of from all the asking he had done during the event and his lack of presence wasn’t a good sign either. He glanced at Katsuki and Izuku who both seemed rather on edge. Eijiro looked around the room before a glint of metal caught his eye.

Lord Neito smiled as he looked to the both of you, an arm behind him as he raised his glass. “For our dearest guests did not come for no reason.” He spoke loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the hall. “And so we must deliver what they have come for, for King Enji…” He motioned it to the both of you. “sends his regards.”

“Y/N!” Eijiro shouted. You were tackled to the ground as screaming ensued. The sound of swords being unsheathed and fighting had ensued. You opened your eyes from below the stone floor to find Eijiro was on top of you. Two arrows were stuck in the back of his shoulder. He looked back up with a low growl in frustration. “A trap. You were right.” He let out lowly as he moved to get off of you, but he picked you up effortlessly.  He threw you over his shoulder making you shout.

“Eijiro!”

He ignored you as he drew his sword. He easily blocked an attack from one of the Monoma knights that had been standing on guard like all the others, throughout the hall. Eijiro pushed him back and cut through him from shoulder down to hip diagonally. The sound of a body falling was all you heard as Eijiro made great strides to protecting all with one arm.

He ran towards the blond commander of his arm with you on his shoulder. “Katsuki!” The blond turned to look at Eijiro. Midoriya lifted up a silver tray to deflect an arrow. With the location of where the arrow came from, he threw a dagger at the archer, getting him right in the neck. “Fall back.”

You lifted yourself to try and look at Katsuki and Izuku. “Sir Izuku! Get everyone out of the hall!” You shouted.  Eijiro glanced at you wondering what on earth you were getting at.  

However your trusted sword trusted listened to you unblinkingly. “Yes, princess!” He shouted as he lifted his fingers to his lips and let out a low whistle.

Eijiro shook his head and headed towards the closest balcony. He made sure to duck at an incoming attack, before cutting horizontally. He was grateful for the Valeryian sword he had in hand, the ability to cut through people so easily was one he never thought he would be grateful for until now. He kicked the door open. He pushed his sword back to stay at his side as he wrapped both arms around your legs to keep you safe.

“Eijiro?” You asked confused. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Hold on.” Was all he gave you as he ran at full speed towards the railing of the balcony. You bit back any cries or screams as he jumped with on foot on the railing and pushed off into the night sky. Before you could even feel the weightlessness of being airborne, a loud screech filled the air as Riot flew underneath the both of you catching you on her back.

Eijiro put you off his shoulder as he sat on her saddle. He maneuvered you to sit in front of him. You slid to sit with his chest against your back as he grabbed onto the chains that were linked to her saddle. Eijiro let out a grunt as he pulled back on her chain, making her lift her nose up into the air and fly higher. “Riot!” He shouted up at her. “Circle around.” He gave her the instruction in the old tongue. A low grumble left the red crimson dragon but she turned to circle the estate.

You heard another loud roar as you saw your dragon. He seemed to be in a very bad mood, as he landed on top of one of the guard towers,  roaring up a storm. A few archers tried firing at him but the small arrows couldn’t even pierce his scale. He let out an angered roar as he seemed to try and knock down the tower.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at your grumpy dragon, but his beautiful black scales was something you missed. “Maegor!” You shouted from atop of Riot. The dragon looked up at you from the rampage he was causing. He lifted his wings and started to flap, moving higher up to try and reach you.

You moved to slip out of Eijiro’s hold. Eijiro watched with wide ruby eyes as you slipped and slid off of Riot, only to land on your dragon, Maegor who cruised underneath Riot before flying higher up in the sky. You scanned with your eyes down below before you saw a familiar green haired man. He was waving up at you and that was all the signal you needed. You saw some of your men hold the doors inside of the estate close, them moving to block the exits.

You frowned. Eijiro watched you from atop Riot. His eyebrows furrowed wondering what you were planning on doing. He didn’t need to ask you to know how you were thinking. You were both nearly assassinated tonight. The Monomas lied about your brother being alive, and all this was a ploy. You tightened your hold on the reigns. “Burn.”

Eijiro watched as your dragon, Maegor took a deep breath, fire bubbling underneath his neck from the pit of his stomach as he leaned his neck back before hot smoldering flames hit the balcony you had come from and entered the hall. Eijiro’s eyes widened in surprise see you order your dragon to burn people alive.

However, he couldn’t deny that it was the most attractive thing you could do right about now. Eijiro smirked as he flicked the chains of the saddle for Riot and down and low near the outside courtyard of the estate. Riot took a deep breath and lit everything a flame.

And for the first time in nearly two decades, the world knew the fire and blood known for your house.

-Glitch1d

[honey-flustered]

The Final Girl

Ghostface!Steddie x Sorority President!Virgin!Reader

Modern College Au/ Smut/Angst (18+ MDNI)

Summary: It’s Halloween and you’re hosting a small murder mystery party at your sorority’s mansion.Things go smoothly at first until secrets come out and people actual begin dying. It’s up to you to uncover the killer as The Final Girl.

A/N: This is Dark but with some humorous moments. So you have been warned that there will be violence, blood, and sex in this. Mean Girls meets Scream. This is slasher inspired all the way because I love horror movies. It’s a fun wild ride that I made just for laughs and curiosity. I think I’ll be making more Ghostface!Steddie to get into the Halloween spirit. Let me know what you guys think! ❤️

Word Count: 7.1k+

Warnings: NON CON, DUB CON, primal play, blood, violence, dark humor, murder, graphic language and descriptions, creepy!perv!Eddie, psycho!steve, mean!formerbully!reader (practically Regina George), bimbo!reader, reader in relationship with Jason Carver, mentions of bullying and false allegations of sexual assault, hairpulling, spanking, scratching, rough sex, facefucking, bondage, some knife kink, some blood play, p in v (unprotected) some male on male (finger sucking, kissing) , breeding kink, creampie, mostly ooc!stranger things gang, PLOT TWIST

“Should I go with the slutty nurse outfit or the slutty cheerleader?” You say, holding out your options for your friends to view.

Nancy and Robin were currently laid out on your bed assisting you with the perfect costume. You’ve been friends with Nancy since freshman year of high school. On the other hand, you and Robin weren’t always friends. You had your tiffs with one another back in high school but, in college, you decided to turn a new leaf and practice positivity. You ended up apologizing for your mean behavior towards her and ended up cool friends since then.

Tonight you were hosting a small gathering at the sorority house with just a few friends since the rest of your sorority sisters were out partying at a frat house instead. It felt like betrayal but you didn’t mind. After all, they’ll only be missing out on what could’ve been the best night of their lives.

“Definitely the slutty cheerleader,” Nancy selects. “It’ll be a homage to your high school origin story.”

“You bitch,” You giggle, throwing a stuffed animal at her. “I was hardly a slut. I mean, sure, I messed around with our 12th grade Chem teacher and some jocks her and there…but I’m totally innocent.”

“Isn’t it a little…basic, though?” Robin chimes in. “Most girls do the slutty cheerleader look. Hell, even Vickie’s thinking about it.”

“But you’ll tell her not to wear it because only I could be a cheerleader for the night….right?” There’s a threatening inflection in your tone.

“Yeah, of course.” Robin agreed, nervously.

“Great! And what will you girls be wearing?” You say as you looked in the mirror, putting the costume over yourself.

“I’m gonna be a sexy spy.” Nancy mimics scanning around the room with a gun.

“I’m going as Mia Wallace.” Robin beams with joy.

“Who?” You and Nancy say in unison.

“From Pulp Fiction. It’s a cult classic.”

“I would’ve heard about it if it were a classic.” You say.

“It’s an old movie. It’s got a pretty wide fanbase even today.” She retorts.

“Well, no wonder I don’t know it. Old movies always creeped me out. Why are they all in black and white?”

“I-it was… in the 90s.” She blinks at you, dumbfounded.

“Oh. Was it before I was born?”

“A little before, yeah.”

“Yeah, I don’t usually care for things that were made before I was born. The world didn’t have me in it so it couldn’t have been that groundbreaking.” You shrugged.

Your cellphone rings and you immediately picked it up without looking, believing it to be your boyfriend.

In a bubbly tone, you answer with a large smile.“Jacie-kins,” Your smile drops when instead of hearing your boyfriend, you hear heavy breathing. “H-hello, who’s this?”

But no answer. Just the shuddery, heavy breaths of a perverted stranger. You hang up.

“Everything okay?” Robin asks, concerned.

“Yeah, just some creep over the phone.” You shivered, throwing your cell onto the bed.

Nancy looks at the caller ID: Unknown. “I haven’t answered unknown calls in forever. Especially with the rumors that have been going around about receiving those calls.”

“Ooh, yeah! I heard if you receive those calls that it means you’re next.” Robin adds.

“Next?” You whispered.

“Mhm, rumor has it…the ghostface killer calls his victims the day he plans on murdering them.” Robin explains.

“Nah, that’s not right. He calls his victims then waits another 24hrs and then you’re dead.” Nancy says.

“Pretty sure, you’re wrong, my dear.”

“Well, I’m in the Newspaper club so I’d know.”

“I have google and reddit—”

“Girls,” You called out, interrupting their bickering. “You’re no help. A creep just called me and now you’re freaking me out about all this talk of murder.”

“Aww, relax, Y/n.” Nancy wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s only rumors. None of that shit’s real or makes any fucking sense.” Robin says.

“Exactly! Like how would this ‘ghostface killer’ have any of our numbers? Who even calls people these days?” Nancy laughs.

“Yeah,” You say, your nerves calming down. “You’re right. It’s probably that loser at the Chipotle I gave my number to so he’d leave me alone.”

“Oh, honey. That’s why you always give out fake numbers,” Nancy says, patting you on your back. “Now chop, chop, ladies. We have to prepare. The guests will be arriving in another hour or so. Text Chrissy to get ready. Where is she, anyway?”

“Probably off doing coke. Anyway…Robin, did you send the messages about the personas for the Murder Mystery?” You questioned.

“No. You said you’d do that.”

“That was before I had to go to my yoga class. My instructor wants a toxic-free environment so I couldn’t use my phone. As Vice President, you should’ve been on that ball, sweetie.”

“But, but…”

“Don’t worry, little bird. We’ll just choose our personas out of a hat at the door, okay? It’ll be more fun that way. See why I’m the president? I’m always thinking ahead.” You give her sweet smile before heading back into your closet.

Robin continues to glare in your direction.

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The gathering had finally begun and the 4 of you were lined up on either side of the door to greet the arriving guests. First arrival was Jason who dressed as a jock to match your halloween costume.

“Jacie-kins,” You greeted at the door, kissing his cheek and extending the hat full of little notes in his direction. “We’re choosing at the door. It was all my idea.”

“You’re so fucking smart, babe,” Jason compliments. “And you look hot. Love the pigtails.”

“Awww, babe.” You giggled.

“Can we move this along, please?” Chrissy says, rolling her eyes. “I’m not sure why I’ve gotta stand here, too.”

“Because we’re welcoming the guests into our sanctuary. It’s called ‘being polite’, Chrissy.” You say, with a feigned smile.

Then came in Vickie and Jonathan, who greeted their designated sorority girl lovers. It was looking to be a full house so with that you allowed everyone to meet in the living room. Just as you were about to close the door, a hand halts it in place. You let go, waiting for the intruder to enter.

Steve.

“Heyyy! Long time, no see, King Steve.” You pull him into a hug.

“It’s great seeing you, too, princess. Sorry I didn’t get to wear a costume. I wasn’t sure if you’d be doing a theme.”

“Yes, I apologize. I told Robin to send the texts about the event details but she forgot. But a few bumps in the road is no big. The guys’ll be so happy that you came. You’ve gotta tell me all about University in New Y—” You paused your sentence, eyes falling upon a familiar face standing at the bottom step of your porch. Someone that reminded you of your harsh past.

Steve’s eyes follow yours then looks back at you. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. I brought a plus one.”

“N-no. I don’t mind. I’m on a path to healing now. So it’s totally fine. I didn’t even know you two were friends,” His eyes bore straight into yours. You quickly look away. Extending the hat towards them, you began to tremble a little. “H-here. It’s a murder mystery party. You get to choose your persona.”

“Sounds fun.” Steve smiles, pulling out a piece a paper then enters the home.

Eddie approaches you, your breath hitches. He smirks, raising a hand and shoves it hard into the hat. You jolt at his sudden action.

He chuckles. “I got one.”

“You can go inside now.” Your wavering voice so low that you cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with more confidence.

“Inviting me into your home? How sweet.” He whispers, invading your space before peeling away from you. He ogles your body up and down then takes his strides towards the living room.

Gathering your composure, you fixed you adjust your costume then headed inside. Like you predicted, the boys were ecstatic to see Steve but the opposite reaction was given for Eddie.

“What’s this freak doing here?” Jason asks.

“Hey, hey. There’s no need for that.” Steve defends.

“No, actually, I don’t mind. Let’s hear what else you’ve got to say in that empty little head of yours, jock strap.” Eddie challenges.

Jason lurches up to his feet, his face inches from Eddie’s. Rolling your eyes, you come in between them.

“We’re all adults here. We don’t need to this,” You cup Jason’s face, making him focus on you. “Let’s just have a fun night. Forget the past. Hmm?”

Jason looks between you and Eddie then sighs. “Fine.” He says, through gritted teeth.

“Perfect. So, let’s all have a seat on the carpet and go around the circle to explain our personas. No revealing yourself as the killer, of course. I’ll go first,” You smiled, giddily. “I’m Kitty Reeds, a B List movie star. I’m known for being very dramatic and I’m always looking for my next big break.”

“Sounds familiar,” Robin snorts. You nudge her. “Oh, right! (in a transatlantic accent) I’m Cha-cha Wilde, defense attorney. You looking for someone to bail you out, I’ve got ya. Even if you did do it. What about you, babe?”

“This is so fun,” Vickie giggles. “I’m Mayor Helen Goodwill. I make anything happen long as there’s a little bit of bribery on the side.”

“I’m Cane. Vance Cane. Undercover spy.” Jonathan gives his best James Bond impression.

“I’m Alfie Reeds, playboy wannabe director married to Kitty Reeds.” Steve says.

“Ooh, sorry, Jason,” You teased. “Stevie’s my husband for tonight.”

“I’m Reagan Paris, reporter and sleuth. It’s right up my alley.” Nancy says.

Chrissy reads. “Max Mars, a comedian who overexplains every joke.”

“Mace Freely, town lunatic.” Eddie simply says.

“Fitting.” Jason mutter under his breath.

“Who are you, sweetie?” You ask.

He looks down at his card. “I’m Bob. Just…bob.”

The power goes out, the 9 of you looked around the room as if to find the culprit.

“What just happened?” Nancy asks.

“Are we already in character?” You inquire.

“No, just really would like to know why the power went out.” Nancy explains.

“Looks like there’s a storm. No one’s allowed to leave due to flash floods.” Steve says, holding out his phone for everyone to see the news.

“Bummer.” Eddie says.

“It’s fine. The party must go on. I’ll just get some candles and I’ll be right back down.” You rushed upstairs, taking the candles from your dresser.

Suddenly, you felt an eerie presence. A shiver goes down your spine as if you knew something bad was going to happen. You scanned around the room. It’s quiet.

“Mama!”

You jolt up, looking down to find that your talking stuffed animal had fallen off your bed. You were being paranoid. Shaking your head at your foolishness, you made your way down to the group.

“Hope you guys like the scent of vanilla and jasmine.” You smiled, putting down the candles on top of the coffee table.

You could feel Eddie’s eyes looking up your skirt, as you bent over to light the candles. Smoothing your skirt down, you quickly sat beside Jason, curling into his arms. Eddie’s stare making your skin crawl.

“You guys wanna play truth or drink?” Eddie suggests.

“That sounds fun.” Robin says.

“Yeah, I’m up for it.” Chrissy also agrees.

“We’ll spice it up. Everyone will write down a secret about themselves, put it in a hat. We’ll read them aloud. If you wanna own up to it, raise your hand. If not, drink. But should you drink…you’d still be admitting something,” Eddie’s eyes are trained on you. “Unless of course, any of you in here are too pussy to play.”

You swallow hard. “I wouldn’t mind but I’m sure someone’ll mind. Sometimes, secrets should remain secrets.”

“I don’t mind.” Steve chimes in and the group soon follows including your own boyfriend.

“Okay. We can play.” You gave in.

Everyone wrote down on a piece of paper, throwing it into the hat. Once all secrets were received, you picked one out.

“I like pineapple on pizza.” You read out.

“What monster would something like that?” Robin asks.

Vickie raises her hand.

“No.” Robin says, disappointed.

“I’ve always liked it. But that one time on that pizza date, you ranted on and on about people who put pineapple on pizza. I just couldn’t show you the real me.”

“Vickie, I’d love for you to have all the pineapple pizza you’d like if it makes you happy.” Robin comforts.

“You mean it?”

“Course, babe.” The two share a kiss.

“Awww, already this game’s off to a wholesome start.” You smiled. “Next: ‘I ended up in handcuffs for mooning a cop’.”

The group’s eyes land on Eddie. He shakes his head, pointing over to Chrissy who dwindled at her thumbs, nervously.

She raises her hand, embarrassed. “It was Mardi Gras, okay. I was drunk and the cop didn’t exactly mind it.”

“Hmm, good for you,” You say, impressed. You pick up another paper, smiling, only for your smile to quickly fade. “I’ve thought about breaking up with my partner for someone in this room…W-who wrote this?”

You look over at Jason. “Not me! My card was about my foot fetish.”

“Well, mine was about me lying about taking tarot reading classes.” You admitted.

“You lied? You told me to dump my sugar daddy because his aura was dark and he was giving bad vibes. I could’ve paid off my student loans!” Chrissy seethes.

“I may not have taken classes but I’m still in touch with my spiritual side. That creep definitely gave off bad vibes. I saved your life.” You defended.

“My confession was that I sleep with a night light sometimes,” Robin cowers then says under her breath, “It’s quite comforting, actually.”

“And I said that I watch…hentai.” Jonathan says, rubbing at the back of his neck.

The room was silent, eyes falling on Nancy. She was the only other person in the room in a relationship. She stammers. “T-that isn’t what I wrote.”

“There are only 9 papers here, Nance.” Steve says.

“Nancy…” Jonathan looks at her in betrayal.

“It wasn’t me! This has to be some kind of joke. Unless…Y/n… did you write this?”

“What?! Of course not.” You were stunned.

“Or was it you, Robin?”

“No way, Nance.”

“I told you both in confidence. You two were the only ones who knew.” Nancy’s voice rises in octaves.

“I wouldn’t ever do some shit like that to you, Nance. We’re besties.” You tried to reach for her hand, she pulls away.

“Or so I thought!”

“Let’s just continue the game, alright? It doesn’t have to end so horribly. It must’ve been a joke or something.” Steve calms the situation.

“Fine,” Nancy crosses her arms in front of her. “Let’s do this.”

The group put in another set of truths and you pick out a secret: “Y/n may act like a whore but she’s a fucking virgin slut only good for sucking off every guy she likes.”

“This isn’t even the game. It’s supposed to be your secret, Nancy.” You growled.

“I.Didn’t.Write.That!” She hisses.

“Then who did?”

“I don’t fucking know.”

“Well, I’ll just keep narrowing it down until I find the fucker that did.” You rummaged through the pile. “Here’s one: ‘I regret choosing to move to a college my girlfriend wanted and not my dream school. I hate her everyday for it’. Hmm, I wonder who’s that?”

“Jonathan?” Nancy says, staring hard at him.

“You ask me to follow you to your dream school. Now you’re trying to break up with me. Who is it? Who are you trying to leave me for?” Jonathan says in a biting tone.

“Fuck you. I have nothing to say to you. You hate me!”

“I hate you for giving me an ultimatum!”

“You know what…fuck this. I’m going to my room.” Nancy runs upstairs.

“We’re not done talking.” Jonathan follows her up.

“This is fucking insane. I’m getting to the bottom of it,” You read out another. “I fucked Y/n’s boyfriend.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. “Who the fuck wrote this?!” You notice Chrissy squirm the way she did when she was holding something back. “Oh, hell no. You’re fucking Jason!”

“I didn’t write that.” Chrissy whispers.

“But it’s clear as day!” You shouted, yanking away from your boyfriend. “Tell me this isn’t true.”

“It’s not.” Jason says, jaw clenched.

“You’re fucking liar! I can see it in your eyes.” Tears stream down your face.

“Okay, so I did. How could I not? You never fuck me. It’s always head but never any pussy. Maybe I wanted something more. Chrissy gave me that and more.”

“You bastard! You know why I can’t be intimate with you.”

Eddie speaks up. “Oh, funny you should say that, Y/n. Here’s something to jog your memory,” He clears his throat then reads, “I was bullied constantly for sexual assaulting someone who’s in this room. In reality, I was framed because I decided to help the whore who’s been sucking the teacher’s cock for good grades.” He raises his hand.

The group stares at you. You begin to hyperventilate.

“You fucking bitch!” Jason yells.

“You’ve constantly cheated on me! I mess around with a teacher, now I’m the bad guy.”

“You lied about being assaulted, though. That’s really fucked, Y/n.” Vickie says.

“No. No! You don’t understand. None of you! I really was assaulted. It just wasn’t Eddie. It was the Chem teacher. He made me do things for him. I couldn’t tell anyone! I only said it was Eddie because he helped me into his trailer that night. I didn’t want the rumors to spreading that I’m fucking the freak. So I only did what I could to protect my relationship and my reputation.” You broke down.

“You still fucking cheated on me.” Jason growls.

“And you still accused an innocent person of assault. That’s some serious shit.” Robin adds.

“I don’t have to prove myself to any of you. You all would’ve done the same if you were—“

“Ahhh!”

An ear-piecing scream interrupts the dispute. Everyone exchanging looks before rushing upstairs. It came from Nancy’s bedroom. Jason takes initiative, stepping forward and picking up the defense baseball bat of the sorority home. You all follow close behind with a flashlight in hand. The door to the bedroom opened just a crack. He hesitates then like ripping off a band-aid, he pushes the door and it swings open.

There’s nothing. The group piles into the room, scanning around. You hear gurgling noises behind you. Lightning strikes the moment you turn around, it’s Jonathan tacked on the back of the door, a knife through his neck.

“Ahhhh!” You scream so loud the group jolts, turning to look and screaming as well. You stumble back, falling onto the ground. Another bolt of lightning lights the room, you were in a pile of blood near Nancy’s lifeless body beside the bed. You scream blood murder, looking between your bloody hands and the body.

Scrambling off the ground, you’re the first to run out and everyone runs after, going down the stairs

“Holy shit! What the fuck?!” Jason exclaims.

“Did we just see that? Please tell me this isn’t real.” Vickie sobs.

You were speechless, shuddering as you looked down at your bloody clothes. You feel a hand rest on your shoulders and you immediately jolt.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, concern in his tone.

“No. I’m not fucking okay! I’m covered in my best friend’s blood! We have to call the police!” You shriek.

“All of our phones are dead and the powers out!” Vickie cries.

“Guys, w-we shouldn’t have left Jonathan in there. I heard gurgling. That means he’s alive. Right?” Chrissy says.

“Not for long,” Jason counters. “Did you see the way he was put up?”

“Man, I’m trying not to!” Robin says, running her hands through her hair.

“This has to be the ghostface killer. Like you and Nancy spoke about, Robin,” You deduced. “He’s probably after me.”

“That was just a little Halloween story, Y/n. It’s not fucking real.” Robin says.

“Ghostface is very real. Only not the way you think.” Eddie says.

“Who the fuck’s Ghostface?” Jason questions.

“A killer with a face of a ghost.” Eddie says, nonchalantly.

“Face of a ghost?” Chrissy says. “Like with hollowed out eyes and shit.”

“Yep. Every Halloween, he feeds his cravings for revenge, picking out those he chooses one. by. one. He usually preys on young college kids like us. Inhibitions lowered, dumb, alcohol fueled college kids. He’s definitely after us.” Eddie explains.

“You’re only saying that to scare us.” Vickie says.

Eddie puts a hand over his chest. “I swear it. There’s articles all over about this guy.”

“Eyewitness accounts?” You asked.

“There are no eyewitness accounts.” Eddie admits.

“Because he’s not real.” You say, believing you’d caught him in his game.

“No, because he leaves none.” He simplifies.

Everyone stays silent in their fear until Robin began to freak out again. “When I was told this would be a murder mystery party, I thought ‘wow, how cute?’. Now I’m wondering what the fuck I just signed up for! We have to get out of here.”0

“I can’t leave without Steve.” Eddie says, defiantly then adds. “He’s my ride home.”

“Where is he, anyway? He just disappeared.” You say.

“What if he’s…dead, too?” Vickie whimpers.

“We don’t know this for sure. We’ll have to go looking for him. Everyone, arm yourselves with anything you can find. We’re going to look around this place, find Steve, then get the fuck out of here.” You ordered, picking up a sharp high heel.

“That’s your choice?” Chrissy asks, incredulously.

“It’s protected me plenty times against creeps.” You defended.

“Okay, if we’re going to cover as much ground as possible. We’ll need to split up. Me and Chrissy, Robin and Vickie, Y/n and Eddie.” Jason plans out.

“I’m not going with him.” You say, hugging yourself.

“Why? Scared you’ll accuse me of assaulting you again.” Eddie challenges.

“I divided us evenly so we’ll all have partners. Plus, I’d rather not be around you right now.” Jason explains.

“Fine. I don’t want to see you either.” You grumbled.

“Should we really split up? Regardless of whether we’re all mad at each other, it’s best if we stay together. That’s like rule #1 of horror movie logic.”Vickie suggests.

“This is real life. Not some kind of shitty slasher flick.” Jason says.

“We’ll find Steve quicker his way, babe. Then, we’ll be outta here in no time.” Robin convinces. Vickie sighs, nodding.

“Okay, that settles it. Eddie and Y/n, you go downstairs to check the basement. Vickie and Robin, you both check upstairs—”

“B-but he can still be up there?” Vickie whimpers.

“We’d have seen him if that were the case.” Jason counters. “You’ll be fine. Me and Chrissy will search downstairs. If we hear anything, we’ll come straight up to you.”

“O-okay.” Vickie stutters out, warming up to Robin’s arm around her.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Figures. You would give yourself the easiest job. Hell, we’ve practically searched this area just standing here.”

“We didn’t check the kitchen, though,” Jason argues. “Chrissy and I’ve got plenty to search. Now, hurry up and go to your positions or else we’re all dead.”

You huffed. The group breaks out to their separate spaces. You were stuck goin down a dark basement with a guy who’s probably pissed enough to leave you for dead.

The door to the basement creaks open. It’s pitch black. You flick on your flashlight, searching around the room.

“I-it seems empty.” You say, nervously.

“Then, go.” He whispers near your ear.

“I…I don’t want to.”

He grunts, taking the flashlight from your hand then heading down the steps. “Scaredy-cat.”

“Don’t leave me.”

You cling onto his leather jacket, following after him. It was a dusty old attic that you’d never given yourself that chance to explore. You’ll be making note to give this place a makeover if you do survive.

“Nothing here.” Eddie says as he gets to the bottom, flashing the light around the room. He suddenly turns to look at you eyes dark and primal, he’s close.

“What?” You say, looking up at him as he towered over you. You’re frozen by fear as if he’s put you under his spell.

His glides a finger between the valley of your chest, collecting the blood that has not yet dried. He trails the blood down your neck. You shudder under his touch. What was going on with you?

You hear the start of an engine revving outside. You recognize that sound anywhere. It’s Jason’s truck and he was planning on leaving you all.

“They’re fucking leaving us!” You screamed, snapping out of his trance. You run up the steps hoping you’d get to them in time. The door was shut and locked. You banged your fists against it. “Eddie! They’ve locked us in here!”

“What?!” Eddie runs up, banging alongside.

But it was no use. No one can hear you.

You run back down, climbing up a short book shelf to peer through the small basement window. It was hard to see through the rain but you didn’t hear them skirt off. Maybe they’ve changed their minds. You squint your eyes, looking through the heavy rain as best as you could. A ghost face appears, staring directly at you.

You screamed, falling backwards off the shelf. Eddie catches you in his arms before you hit the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ghostface! H-he saw me! He knows we’re in here.” You were panting heavily, tears flowing down your face.

The door to the basement suddenly cracks open and you both look up in terror. Eddie flashes the light towards the door, noticing a hand slowly wrap around the frame. It rips open revealing Robin and Vickie.

“Oh my god, we thought you were the Ghostface killer,” You cried, running up to exit. “He looked right at me!”

“Yeah and fucking Jason and Chrissy drove off.” Eddie adds.

“We heard. Also, we didn’t find Steve. But we found his jacket.” Vickie sobs, holding it out. “We think the killer’s got him, too.”

“Shit.” Eddie says, defeated.

“We have to leave. It’s only the 4 of us now.” You shivered.

The front door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. The ghostface killer was standing right in the door way, head tilted to the side and bloodied knife in hand.

The group screams for their lives running in opposite directions. He guns for you first, nearly cornering you into the wall. You rush past him, gunning for the door and grabbing your car keys from the side table.

There was no way you could get far in this weather, but you’d figured you’d get far enough because it hadn’t began flooding too bad yet. You enter the car attempting to put the key into the ignition. You notice blood on the key. Then, your eyes peer into the rearview mirror focused on the backseat. Your soul leaves your body. Chrissy and Jason’s bodies were in the backseat both with slashes in their necks.

“Oh, my god. No.” You sobbed hard. Ghostface standing right outside in front of your car. It gave you an idea. Starting up your engine, you revved it a bit to intimidate him. You were preparing to run him over only for the engine died out. You were shit out of luck.

Ghostface approaches you slowly. You were pretty much hyperventilating as he approaches you. He opens your car door and your sobbing hysterically. Just as he reaches out to you, you jab your car key into his chest. He hollers, falling backwards into the mud. You rush out the car, looking down at him. He lift’s his head up, the mask falls.

It’s fucking Steve!

He yanks the key out of his chest, anger on his face.

“S-steve? What…why…how…” You were paralyzed by complete astonishment.

He’s getting up now. You stumble backwards, head-starting your chance to run.

“Hey, Y/n,” Steve says with a psychotic smile, holding out a piece of paper with word ‘killer’. “What took ya so long? The game’s almost over.”

You shook your head at him before running back inside the home. He calls out your name, running after you. You slam the door shut in time, locking it. You cowered away from the door, stepping back and looking at it as he pounded against the door.

“Little Pig, Little Pig. Let me in.” Steve singsongs from behind the door.

Then, you hear what sounded like an axe colliding against the door over and over. You ran, knowing you had little time to hide. You crash into Eddie, screaming before bawling hysterically into his chest.

“Eddie. It was Steve all along. He’s killed everyone. We have to find a way out of here while he’s busy with the door.”

“But, kitty, we’re right where we need to be.” Eddie smiles a toothy grin.

Your eyes widened. “You’re…a part of this?”

“Duhh. I thought you’d figured that out by now. Guess I overestimated you.”

“W-why?”

“Why? Fucking why?!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You bullied the shit out of me for no reason. You and your fucking popularity robots. That’s the fuck why I did it. You fucking accused me of sexually assaulting you. If I really wanted to…I would’ve.”

“You didn’t have to kill my friends!”

“Friends? It was so easy to tear you guys apart. It took less than an hour for you all to be at each other’s throats. All Stevie and I had to do was reveal your secrets and it was chaos ever since.”

“How the fuck did you know all that? I could understand the situation between you and me, but what about Nance?”

“Oh, Robin!” Eddie calls out.

You’re breath hitches, noticing Robin coming out the kitchen.

“Robin, how could you?” You cried.

“Because I wanted to be sorority president. And you messed with Steve’s boyfriend, that means you mess with me, too. Also, I just don’t like you. You’re a fake little witch who pretends you’re oh so very sweet. I know the real you, though. We all do.” Robin says.

“Where’s Vickie? You kill her, too?” You sneer.

“Nope. I put her to sleep in my room. She’ll wake up just fine in the morning and it’ll all feel like a dream. She’ll never suspect me for a thing.”

“Was it worth killing all our friends?”

“My friends, Steve and Eddie, they’re right here. I have no blood on my hands. They just simply took out the trash and I let ‘em. In exchange, my girlfriend’s spared. That’s all I care for.”

“You’re all fucking sick.” You spat.

“Yeah, but, so are you.” Eddie says.

“I’m not like you. I’m not like any of you!”

The door slams open. It’s Steve only he’s sporting the mask again.

“You hurt me real bad, baby. I’ll have to punish you.” Steve teases.

You immediately run upstairs, hearing their laughter bouncing off the walls. You ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and hid in the bathtub.

“I don’t care what you guys do to her. Keep it down. Don’t want Vickie waking up.” Robin says.

“You got it.” Steve says.

“Here, Kitty, Kitty.” Eddie taunts.

You can hear him and Steve laughing away, searching for you. Slow, heavy footsteps approach your door. You cover a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming. The doorknob jiggles.

“Door’s locked. Looks like she’s in here,” Eddie says. “Wanna do the honors, big boy?”

“Uh-huh.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It’s the sound of the axe eating through the door. You began sobbing loud into your hands, knowing they’ll be in here soon. There had to be someway out. You look up at the bathroom window. You were at the top floor but you had no choice but to try.

Just as you squeezed half your frame through the window, the door busts open. The shower curtain’s yanked to the side. You cried and it only made them laugh harder.

Eddie wraps an arm around you, pulling you back inside. You struggled against his hold, scratching hard at his arms around your waist. “Let me go! Please!”

He carries you to your bed, using your extension cord to tie your arms up over your head.

“Let me go!” You cried.

“Why should I?!” Eddie screams, eyes wild. “You never once apologized for your lies! And I think I know why. I think…you don’t feel sorry at all. You liked making me feel like shit.”

Steve picks up a stuffed animal, pretending as if it were speaking to you. “You like hurting people. So do we.”

“That’s why no matter how many times you say that you aren’t like us, you know deep down…” Eddie grabs your face, puckering your lips. “You’re a cold-hearted bitch.”

You yank your face away from him. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I don’t give a shit anymore. Robin’s probably going to ruin my life if I live anyway.”

Steve pulls off the mask, looking at you with shock. “You’re friends are all dead and you’re still worried about your reputation. You’re a fucking twisted individual. I like twisted.”

Steve’s hands trail up your thigh.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You growled.

“Ya see, Y/n, we have no plans to kill you. At least, not yet. We’re going to fucking ruin you. I’ve been meaning to have taste of that sweet cherry.” Eddie says, licking his lips.

Steve glides the knife against your tummy. “I should cut you for what you did to me. But you just look so prettily wrapped for us,” He tears at the cheer crop top along with your bra. Your breasts hitting against the cool air. “Can I ruin her now?”

“No, Stevie. Gotta take our time. What’s the chance we’ll ever come across a virgin whore? You take her mouth. I’ll get that tight pussy ready.”

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You projectile spit onto Steve’s eye.

He laughs, wiping it away with a gloved hand. “She’s fiesty.”

“Yeah, but I could do without her talking. Unless she’s gagging, I want nothing outta her.” Eddie comments.

“I can do something about that.” Steve removes the cloak, before unzipping his jeans enough so that he can pull out his hard cock.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. He was enormous. Perfectly trimmed pubes that framed around the veiny length.

“Nice, huh?” Eddie says, noticing you gawking at it. “Stevie, she’s practically drooling for it. Give the girl what she wants.”

Without warning, Steve slams himself down your throat, gripping your hair to force you up and down. Meanwhile, Eddie hikes up your skirt and pushes your white cotton panties to the side. He teases your clit. You moan around Steve’s cock.

“Damn, that’s good. Her mouth’s fucking amazing.” Steve groans.

“She’s had lots of practice,” Eddie says, circling a finger around your entrance. “Let’s see if we can train her to take our cocks righhht…here.”

He plunges a finger into your hot pussy, knuckle deep, the cool silver ring around it hitting against your clit over and over.

“She’s wet as fuck. You hear that, big boy?” The sound of your juices squelching and your gagging filling the room.

“It’s music to my ears.” Steve says, pinching and rolling your nipples expertly between his fingers, while thrusting into your mouth.

You found it hard to speak with a mouthful of him but he’d managed to understand that you were trying to say something.

He pulls of your mouth, a thick line of spit connecting you. “I made a vow of celibacy to my Holistic instructor, you assholes. If you fuck me, you’ll be ruining my innocence.”

“That’s the whole fucking point, hippie slut.” He says, adding another finger into you and you arched, crying out. You involuntarily grind your hips.

“Oh. She likes that. There you go. Ride daddy’s fingers,” He groans, palming himself through his jeans. “Fuck. I can’t wait no more. I’m ready to split her apart. You wanna be the first to pop that cherry? I know you’ve been waiting all night, Stevie.”

“You deserve it, Eds. She was your choice after all.” Steve says.

Eddie nods, smiling at his lover before looking down at you. He flips you onto your stomach, his hand colliding with your ass; watching the way your ass rippled.

“Wanted to fuck you from behind the moment you bent over that table?” Pulling your underwear down your legs, he decide to keep the skirt on you; finding it so hot.

Your tied hands are between your legs now, face pressed against the mattress, ass up. Eddie runs himself through your puffy, wet folds coating himself in enough of your juices. Then, he bullies his way through you. Just as he promised, he splits you open on his cock.

You cried out, biting the sheets. He’s pounding into you over and over, marveling at the way your tight little cunt swallows his massive size.

“Look on the bright side, Y/n,” Eddie says between pants, spanking your ass. “At least, you won’t be considered a liar anymore. Fuck back against me. Take this dick.”

You obey, rock back against him. He stills himself letting you do the work for now. Eddie tastes your creaminess on his fingers. He closes his eyes to savor it while you continued to bounce onto his cock. He understood Steve was probably feeling left out as of now.

“She tastes amazing.” Eddie collects your essence coating his length, shoving a finger into Steve’s mouth for him to taste.

You shouldn’t be so turned on by all of this but watching Steve’s tongue work around Eddie’s finger made you clench around him. You also found yourself, rubbing at your clit which was conveniently exposed over your tied hands.

“She’s touching herself, Eds.” Steve chortles.

“So greedy for your own release, pet.” Eddie says, caressing your back.

“Shit. Yes. Oh , fuck. I’m close.” You pant and whine.

“I’ll make you cum, kitty. The hardest you couldn’t ever imagine.” He pummels into you, pulling on your skirt like they’re your reigns, steering you into your first orgasm.

You were getting louder and louder, wailing like you were in distress. This only egged him on further.

“Oh fuck, daddy please.” You sobbed.

“I was wrong. I think I like hearing you talk.” His nails dig into the soft globes of your ass. You rub frantically at your bud as your first orgasm washes over you.

“Oh, god! I’m cumming!”

“I feel it, pet. You’re soaking my cock.” He laughs.

“Holy shit, it’s so intense. So good.” Your eyes roll back, trembling like you were possessed.

“Told you,” He pulls out. He hadn’t cum so you were questioned why he’d ended it. “She’s all yours, big boy.”

Oh, god! You weren’t catching a break with these boys.

“I wanna look at her face when she cums.” Steve flips you onto you back again.

“Untie me please.” You pleaded.

“Will you be a good girl?” Steve asks.

“Yes, so good.” You whimpered.

Steve looks up at Eddie. Eddie nods his approval. It was all Steve needed to release you from your restraints. He spreads your legs, your knees pressed against the mattress. He slips into you with ease, stretching you out as well.

“Busy those hands, pet.” Eddie growls.

You do. One hand stroking Eddie’s cock, the other pinching your hardened nipple. You draw him into your mouth and he immediately cups your head, forcing you to swallow him down your throat.

Steve grabs Eddie by the neck, forcing their lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to wreak through your walls.

The room was filled with your moans and you felt like such a shitty person knowing that these men were both responsible for the deaths of your friends and also for giving you the hardest orgasms, you’d ever experienced.

You were experiencing orgasms back to back with each nudge of his tip against your spongy button.

Tears sprang from your eyes at the intensity, toes curling in the process. You were going to come for a final time but this time they’d come along, too.

“Pussy’s so tight. Glad you saved yourself for us.” Steve groans.

You pull your mouth off Eddie’s throbbing length. “I’m close, Daddies. I wanna cum with you.”

“Then, keep sucking, whore,” Eddie shoves himself back in your throat, drool running down your chin as you do your best to swallow around him. You jerk him with a frenzied need to taste his cum on your tongue.“That’s it swallow me down.”

Steve flicks his thumb, rapidly over your sensitive nub. He’s hardly pulling out of you now, forcing you to feel his cock nudges up further and further into you.

“Ah, shit. I’m gonna come in you, baby. Make you a mommy to our babies.” Steve whispers, looking down at you like you were his prey.

“Oh god, yessss.”

You beat him to an orgasm, soaking him in your creamy arousal. His lips are on Eddie’s once again, their tongues fighting for dominance until he lets out a moan, painting your walls. Eddie shoots into your mouth right after, forcing you to swallow it down fast so you can breathe.

Steve presses a kiss to your lips and it’s the first time you’ve been kissed all night. He pulls away and Eddie follows after, kissing you with more of an aggression to Steve’s tenderness. After a few more languid thrusts, Steve pulls out of you plopping on one side of you; Eddie on the other side.

You were all panting. You stared between the boys, confused on what they wished to do with you.

“So does this mean I’m free?” You ask.

“Fuck, no. You’re ours. We own you forever now.” Eddie says.

“Plus, you’re an accessory to murder.” Steve adds.

“I didn’t kill anyone.” You say.

“But you’re a part of us now. Anything that happens to us, you’ll go down, too.” Eddie threatens.

“Fine. Then, if I’m a part of this thing. I have my own target I want taken care of.”

“Robin’s off limits, pet.” Steve says, shooting you a daring look.

“Not Robin. That Chem teacher that made me suck his cock when he could’ve just given me good grades.”

“Ooh, always wanted to work my way up to teachers.” Steve says, a manic smile on his face.

Eddie looks at you, almost proud. “You’re already getting the swing of things.”

You yawned, curling up between in them. “Anything for my daddies.”

“We’re not done with you yet, kitty.” Eddie says, tugging you by your hair, pulling you head back against his chest.

Steve kisses and bites your exposed neck. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even punished you yet.”

You’re in for a long, long night.

Tagged: @secretdryrose @strawberryvmp

[elvisabutler]

a pelvis and some milk walk into a bar

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo and any combo of those four you can manage word count: 4720 warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). foursome. double penetration. multiple orgasms. mild overstimulation. clit pinching. nipple play. marking/biting. oral ( female receiving. male receiving, implied future. ). fingering. clit play. bit of dirty talk. everyone kind of is really nebulous with their relationships in this. it's not cheating because everyone is consenting and present alright. author’s note: welcome to day 8 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, foursome with elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo. the person who requested this knows who they are and knows that i somehow cranked this out because they deserved it tonight before tomorrow. let me tell y'all this was an obscene amount of fun. i've said it once and i've said it before i do very much like writing threesomes/moresomes and this was no exception. literally when i open up requests again i can almost guarantee you that I'll probably bang it out rather quick. the title isn't quite accurate to the fic itself but no lie it's grown on me so much i couldn't bear to change it.

"Just because I've been staring at her doesn't mean I want to have sex with her, EP. I have— I have Sandy." Jerry attempts to argue against what Elvis has decided to propose in the car on the way to the studio. It's not that he hasn't thought about it, anyone with eyes has thought about having sex with you. But there's certain things you don't do when it comes to you and actively entertaining the idea that they'd ever get to have sex with you? Well that's one of those things you don't do, after all Red and George had thought about it once or twice and George had entertained it just a bit only to have Elvis bite off the DJ's head. No, Jerry knows better than to think you're even something obtainable, besides he was married and he loved his wife.

"And I have her. Milk, I'm offerin' ya a chance that all the boys'd die for and here ya are tellin' me ya ain't gonna take it," Elvis scoffs and steps just a little closer to Jerry. "My boy, if I didn't want ya touchin' her— if she didn't want ya touchin' her. I wouldn't be standin' here askin' and offerin'. Ya really gonna deny my wife her anniversary present?"



In that moment, Jerry feels the world tilt on its axis just a bit. Surely he hadn't heard his best friend of a decade say that he was being offered to his wife as an anniversary present. Jerry wishes he could say that he's entirely surprised, after all, what do you get a woman who's married to Elvis Presley? The man— while a serial womanizer, a fact Jerry still can't believe some days— is arguably what every woman wants in a man and is someone who spoils her rotten. What do you get that sort of woman? Nothing material— no, gifts have to come from the heart for a woman like her. A realization hits Jerry like a ton of bricks and he's certain it's written all over his face the moment it happens. He was the gift. He was supposed to be the gift for you. A flush of desire courses through him as the idea settles fully in his mind. You want him and were obvious enough that Elvis felt the need to ask him this and to offer him up as an option. It's not that he doesn't love Sandy but a chance to have the unattainable is a heady proposition.



"She—you're not just testing me, are you?" Tricking is what Jerry means to say, knowing fully well that it just might be something Elvis is willing to do and yet as he stares at one of— if not his best friend he sees no trace of mocking or jest in them. Only pure unadulterated honesty.



"Jer—" Elvis starts before putting his hand on the other man's shoulder. "I'd joke and tease and test anyone else wit' this. Not you. The missus would kill me if I tried. Both of 'em maybe, cause boy she is capable of whipping your woman into a damn frenzy I don't wanna be on the end of. Bein' completely honest. She— Told her whatever she wanted I'd get. And she came up to me with *that*. I'd be offended if she didn't remind me 'm her husband and that she might like ya and find ya attractive but she's married to me."



There's a few words on the tip of Jerry's tongue about how Elvis can't control his own urges despite being married to you but he stops them, biting the inside of his cheek before he finds the words to speak. "So what— What exactly does she want?"



"Both of us," He answers simply, as if it's a completely normal thing to say. "Didn't press on the exact details, figured we could— uh— figure 'em out when we get to it. Might wanna have us both inside, I dunno. It's her gift, she calls the shots."



The image Elvis is painting, of you taking both of them inside you, their cocks stretching you has his pupils dilating and has his breathing shifting just that little bit earning a grin from Elvis. "You— I gotcha thinkin' 'bout it, Milk, don't I? That's you sayin' yes, ain't it?"



Jerry shakes his head as if that will clear the vision from his mind's eye only to make it worse, his mind conjuring images of your breasts in his hands and of you moaning and whimpering as his thumbs brushed against your nipples and as Elvis and him took turns sucking hickies against your neck and chest. Maybe you'd even be kissing his wife— come to think of it— 



"You think she'd mind if I brought Sandy along?" Jerry asks, mildly unsure that she'd go with it and yet wanting the vision in his mind's eye to come to fruition. Nevermind that he'd still have to talk his wife into it and ask her but it never hurts to ask ahead of confirmation.



Elvis's face lights up as he leans closer and laughs. "Wouldn't be the first time she'd've kissed 'nother woman durin' somethin' like this. Don't think she would." Elvis pauses. "So I can tell her she can get her present?"



Jerry can't help the way he sighs, shutting his eyes when he answers. A part of him feels like he might regret this later. But the temptation of you and the realization that he'd be the only person in Elvis's circle who would have actually touched you and felt how you kissed and how your breasts felt in his hand and how your vagina felt gripping his cock forces that regret deep down inside his mind.



"Yeah, you can tell her."

As it turns out, Sandy was okay with going along with this. Something about how she could keep an eye on the two of them and make sure that you were safe. Not that she truly thought either one of them would hurt you but in the heat of the moment she knows Jerry can be passionate and you've borne the marks of Elvis's own passion more times than she cares to count. You are her friend she'd never live with herself if she didn't at least make sure this ended well for everyone involved.



Truthfully, that's why you go to her first and pull her in for a kiss. The two of you had talked about this ahead of time, you wanted your respective husbands inside of you but if she was going to be here, you wanted her to be a willing participant and you wanted her to know that you loved her or at least liked her enough to make sure she was equally as involved. It was your anniversary but Jerry is her husband. She smiles into the kiss, laughing softly when she pulls away.



"I think they're enjoying the show," she comments, wrapping her arms around your neck before turning to Elvis and Jerry. "I didn't agree to this only to have this be a show for you two. Get up."



Elvis stays sitting as Jerry stands up and moves to you without missing a single beat. You can't see him approach but you can hear his soft footsteps against the carpet and the way his breathing hitches just so the more he takes in your only clad in underwear body. Your breasts are pressed against Sandy's own but you feel her move back just a bit at the same time you feel Jerry's warm breath against your neck. His hands hands move to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing against the nipples as he places feather soft kisses against your neck.



"Just wanted to make sure she was comfortable," he defends himself against your ear even though he's talking to Sandy. "Do you feel comfortable?"



A soft whimper leaves your lips as his mouth closes around your earlobe after the word comfortable and you watch as Sandy bites her lip in a mixture of arousal and amusement. "That's a dirty trick, Jerry, you're turning her into putty before she can answer."



"That's the point," Elvis interjects from his spot on the chair. "She wanted this, told her it might be a bit much but— what my girl wants, my girl gets. Ain't that right, darlin'."



You hum in acknowledgement, your toes curling in the carpet as your nipples pebble and your breath comes out shaky. Words finally come to you as you try and move your head to kiss Jerry. "I'm more than comfortable. I— More."



The grip on your breasts tightens and you keen ever so softly even as Sandy tries to swallow it with another kiss. The sensations make it hard to focus on any one thing even as your mind tries to cling to something. What it finally settles on is the rustle of what you think is Elvis getting off the chair and moving toward you. You wait to feel him next to you, wait to have him pull you in for a kiss before you realize that he's not doing that. You can feel the heat of his body against your arm for the briefest of moments before you feel it against your leg. Sandy's moved to the side of you, breaking your kiss only to have her lips replaced with Jerry's finally claiming yours with a nip and an insistent tongue. It's then that you feel the cold bite of Elvis's rings against your overheated thighs and you whine against Jerry's lips, the temperature difference forcing you to wrench your lips away to look down at Elvis on his knees, trying to make your stance just a little wider. His grin when he looks up at you is practically wolfish as he sneaks a glance at your underwear.



"Barely been touched and ya drippin'. Makin' a mess of these panties. Wanna show 'em what they've done to you already?" His voice is practically a coo as his fingers start to play with the edges of your panties as you feel someone's hand— Sandy's maybe— ghost over your hip, sliding them down as best as they can. When they're loose enough Elvis moves his head to your cunt nuzzles through the fabric before taking the fabric in his teeth and yanking them down. Your mouth opens to say something before you feel his fingers slip inside you, curling just so in the way you enjoy. Jerry takes the opportunity to kiss you once again and kiss down your neck and to your shoulder. "He's got to make sure you can take it."



Your eyes roll in the back of your head for a moment as Jerry shifts just enough to press his cock against your now bare ass and to kiss Sandy over your shoulder. After a moment you speak. "Take what?"



An idea of what is in your mind but you don't dare voice the possibility. The thought that they're going to do that to you has your mind whirling and your cunt clenching around Elvis's fingers, earning a hiss from him. "Spoilin' the surprise, Milk."



"Warning her ahead of time, E," he counters, looking down at Elvis who in a fit of childish annoyance sticks his tongue out. Somewhere deep inside your mind you can't help but laugh at the interaction. It's helped by Sandy actually letting out a soft laugh even as she looks at you as if to say men. You try to mirror the look only to have Jerry nip at your neck and Elvis nip at your thigh.



The warring sensations of their teeth has you shutting your eyes and biting on your lip to keep quiet only for you to feel Jerry's hand move down between your legs and feel his thumb brush up against your clit gathering some of your wetness. You want to ask him what he's doing but it's then that you feel his thumb on your lip, pressing against it to try and get you to stop biting your lip. After a moment you open your lips ever so slightly and Jerry allows you to taste yourself on his thumb and starts to pull his hand away only to have you run your tongue along the entire of his thumb, sucking just slightly. You finally let it go with a small pop as you open your eyes. They flit down to Elvis where he's looking up at you with something akin to lust and love all at once. You're his wife and you're showing off just how much of a minx you are to one of his best friends and to your own best friend. Elvis's eyes stay on yours as he starts to tongue at your clit, watching the pleasure start to cross your face. He briefly looks over at Jerry before you manage to stutter out a question.



"Warning me 'bout wha? Wha are you two gonna do?" Since your mind figures it's something nefarious the boys have cooked up versus them and Sandy. Elvis's fingers curl once again as his tongue moves down, licking at your walls like a man starved. His face burrows in between your legs, focusing on his task at hand and ignoring the question, leaving Jerry to answer it. Jerry's hand moves to cup your cheek and pull you in for another kiss as Sandy runs her hands across your waist.



"Elvis thinks you can take us both at the same time. You just need to be prepared. Since we're both large." As if to emphasize the point Jerry's hips grind against your ass once more. "He's got a lot of faith in you and I do too. You want it, don't you? That's what this was about? Getting us together? Having us inside you while my wife plays with your chest? Or kisses you in between us kissing you?"



Against your neck you feel his breathing shift, almost as if the image he's painting is winding him up. One of his hands moves to your hip and tightens only to have Elvis’s grip on your thighs tighten as well. You let out a groan and one of your hands slides down your torso, waiting for one of the three of them to stop it. They don't and your hand finds purchase in Elvis’s hair, your fingers lacing themselves through his locks until you have enough you can grab and yank as his tongue practically fucks you and as his fingers— those calloused digits pinch lightly at your clit. Words fail you as he continues his onslaught and as you feel two sets of eyes watching you slowly come apart from just hit tongue and his fingers alone. Elvis starts to pull away only for you to use your grip on his hair to force his face back into your cunt. He still removes his fingers, earning a whine from you that's quietly shushed away by both Jerry and Sandy's soft whispers against your ear.



"We've got you," they whisper as you feel their fingers— when had any of their hands moved down— against your clit, alternating between his rough ones and her soft ones. It's as if you're being teased with gentle loving and rough fucking all at once and despite your best efforts, you feel your head lolling backwards against Jerry's shoulder, the coil in your lower abdomen reaching such a height of tension that you feel your legs start to shake and try to tighten by Elvis's head. You need relief and no one is giving you just enough to make it happen. A whimper leaves your lips as you pull at Elvis's hair in a way he knows well. That yank always serves as a plea, a simple request that you'd be begging for if your mouth would just work. You can feel tears of want prickling at your eyes before you feel Elvis swat away both Sandy's and Jerry's hand and replaces them with his own, his fingers taking your swollen little nub and rubbing and touching just so before he allows his mouth to cover it and suck.



You reach your peak with a silent scream at the sensation, at the final missing piece finally clicking into place. Despite your best efforts you feel your body start to tremble just a bit as Jerry wraps his arms around you and allows you to lean against him even as his cock twitches against your behind. Sandy's hand reaches to pet his cock between the two of you and you hum in delight. Your chest rises and falls with shaky breaths as Elvis finally pulls away and looks up at you on his knees with his face covered in your cum. No words are said before Jerry nuzzles at your hair and Sandy kisses your neck, her free hand pinching a nipple of yours and your hand doing the same in kind to her.



"E, you're not good at sharing." Jerry says it as a tease, even as your arousal is on his fingers, waiting to be tasted by him or his wife.



Elvis shrugs, and moves to stand up. "So?"



Feeling an argument brewing you reach out to palm Elvis's cock before wrapping your hand around it and murmuring something incoherent before shaking your head to focus. "Don't ruin my present, 'vis. I want this, not just them watchin' us. Please."



Any other time and you might cringe at how your voice sounds as you say please but it has the desired effect in making Elvis sigh and has him giving Sandy the softest of kisses while giving Jerry a look as if to say go on now, get. That look spurs something in Jerry and that arm that had been around your waist, pulling you closer to him moves away. You start to sputter out your displeasure until you realize he's turning you around and taking your hand off of Elvis's cock and putting it on his. The sensation is different, not unwelcome but different and you experimentally move your hand up and down, marveling in how there's already so much precum that your hand practically glides against his cock. His eyes don't leave yours even though he wants to commit the way your hand looks and feels against his cock but there's something in your eyes that forces him to stare at them instead. To take in the wonder and arousal so present in them that he thinks they might be the most important part of everything. If Sandy notices his preoccupation with your eyes she doesn't comment on it and instead busies herself with touching you in all the spots that have your toes curling just so against the carpet.



"Milk. Ya oughta go first. Stretch her some more so she can take it," Elvis pauses and shares a look with Sandy. "Don't have to, darlin' but ya wanna watch him sink into her? Watch her take 'im?"



Sandy allows herself a moment to think, gulping as she does before she shakes her head. "I'm okay not looking. That's— I think the three of you would enjoy that more than me." it's the first time she's expressed some hesitation with this and somehow that penetrates your brain enough that you reach out to grab your best friend's hand and squeeze. She squeezes back after a moment before looking at Jerry and nodding. "Go on, honey, show my best friend what I married."



You see a hint of a smile cross Jerry's face before he looks at you and starts to move everyone closer to a bed. There's a questioning look from everyone before he shrugs. "It'll be more comfortable? I don't want to fuck standing up." As if it's the most obvious thing in the world. It doesn't take but a moment before Jerry is lowering you onto the bed and taking his cock in his hand. It's smaller than Elvis's but not by much and you find your mouth salivating just a hair as he pumps his cock and starts to move closer and closer until the tip his brushing against your already swollen clit. Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you hear Elvis's breathing deepen and hear what sounds like several curse words leave his mouth. Every brush feels as if an electric shock is buzzing through your body from your clit and your hands move to grasp at Jerry, only to be stopped by both Sandy and Elvis. It's cruel, the way they hold your hands away from Jerry but it allows him to shush your anger and your whines. "Just watch what I'm doing."



Focus on how his cock is finally parting your folds and slipping in bit by bit. There's a slight burn but it's gone in a flash when he finally bottoms out, a groan and a grunt leaving him all at once. He doesn't move for a minute, trying to keep himself together and make sure you're alright before you finally whimper out a word. "Move."



Fuck me, you mean, but you figure he understands from the way your cunt clenches around him as you say it. You hear Sandy make a joke about Jerry being good at following directions as you start to feel Jerry's cock sliding out of you, only to have him thrust once more. Your eyes try to focus on the vision of him sliding in and out of you only to have them drift up to his face, watching as it contorts with each thrust.



"Christ, EP, this— she's— what is she doing with— Keep doing that and I'm gonna—" He starts before his eyes flit between the three of you and he starts to pull out only to have you try and move your legs to stop him. "I can't cum inside—"



Elvis stops him with a growl even as he's pumping his own cock, his thumb running across his slit and playing with his foreskin. "She needs to be drippin'. Jus' this once, Jer. We'll figure it out if anythin' happens."



A quick nod from both you and Sandy puts Jerry at ease and has him sinking into your tight heat once more. Sandy's hand moves in between your bodies and rubs at your clit when Jerry's cock doesn't brush against it. You feel your orgasm starting to creep up on you, the second one in less than an hour and you want to cry in a mix of anguish and pleasure and it seems as if it's written all of your face. Words fail you and yet they don't fail the other three even as they pant around your body, and Sandy plays with her own cunt, almost a little lazily. They can't help but tell you a simple phrase that sounds like a demand.



"Let yourself go." Three little words have you arching against Jerry, hips chasing after his cock and cunt clenching around him as you feel him twitch and feel his thrusts slow down as a warmth fills you. His hands move to grip your hip, wide and unyielding as he guides you back down onto the bed and slowly pulls out, ignoring the groan of displeasure at the loss of his cock. His eyes watch his handiwork, marveling at how his cum drips out of you and how your chest heaves from the effort you've already expended. Sandy moves to pull him in for a kiss and your hand, shaky as it is moves to curl your fingers in her cunt and play with her clit a little, determined to allow her that little extra bit of fun.



As Jerry watches you see out of the corner of your eye his cock rising back to attention only for him to slip it back inside you, the pleasurable shocks starting to be almost painful before you glance at Elvis's cock. He shoots you a grin as he maneuvers you partially into Jerry's lap. Any other time and he'd make sure you were facing him but tonight he'll allow you to look at Jerry when you come for a third time. His fingers move to play with your clit, apologizing to Sandy who had moved her fingers to try and continue her own onslaught against you. The familiar calluses have a calming effect on you, allowing your body to relax around Jerry and Elvis watches as your cunt flutters around Jerry's cock for a moment before lining himself up and pushing just the tip in. All four of you let out a groan at nearly the same time, the pressure of just Elvis's tip threatening to rip you apart even if you know it's not. The adjustment takes a minute or two of no movement before he inches in bit by bit, stopping to feel you cunt clench and stopping to watch Jerry play with Sandy's cunt and your chest. When he's finally seated fully inside, he allows you to find a comfortable position between him and Jerry.



"Wanna bounce." You say, trying to say you want to bounce on their cocks, as illogical as that is. You just want the experience of it, want to prove you can do it and Jerry kisses your lips hungrily as he kneads your chest and watches Elvis suck a love bite or five onto your neck. His hands grip your hip and without much warning he moves you in the way you would if you were to bounce on their separate cocks. Elvis lets out a punched out moan and bites at your shoulder.



"Goddammit Milk, got her grippin' me tighter than she ever did. Gonna fuckin' burst in a damn minute." Elvis grunts, as he thrusts into you. His voice lowers and you hear dirty words and phrases that are for only the two of you and you find yourself burrowing your face against Jerry's shoulder in embarrassment. You can hear the squishing and squelching of your cum and Jerry's cum and everyone's precum with every thrust and you whine, wanting more and less all at once. That knot in your stomach, that spring of arousal tightens more and more with every passing thrust and every whispered word of praise and every breathy sigh you hear your best friend make.



"Doin' so good." Elvis whispers against your ear, relishing in the way you shiver. "Gonna cum a third time 'fore we fill ya completely up? Clench 'round us and milk us dry? Know ya can do it, darlin'."



"I can. Wanna do it. I can do it." You pant, words starting to slur and feeling more like gibberish as you go on repeating yourself. "Gonna feel you two for days. Love you so much."



You meaning everyone in the room, but you don't dare say the words, instead allowing that spring to snap as you hear Jerry whisper, "good girl." You come with a scream wrenched from the depths of your soul, that you swear starts a cascade of everyone cumming after you do, with Elvis being the last one to release inside you with grunts of praise and love confessions. Both you and Jerry fall on top of Elvis and Sandy flops next to the three of you as you all try to catch your breath. Your hand moves to play with Jerry's chest hair and Elvis's as Sandy strokes your hair.



After what feels like a lifetime Jerry starts to pull out of you ever so slowly, earning a low hiss from you and Elvis as your cunt is now bereft of his cock filling you. He flops next to Sandy and pulls her in for a kiss filled with love and what you think might be gratitude before setting his head on her chest. Your own head settles onto Elvis's chest, taking in the quiet thump thump thump of his heart that overwhelms your senses so completely that you nearly miss his words.



"You're stayin' here tonight. Might— might need 'nother round. Gotta make sure we're all leavin' happy tonight. 'sides, Milk, think she was droolin' for ya cock, or Sandy's beaver. You both good?"



You wait for one of them to say no and instead you get an answer that has you grinning against Elvis's chest. "Anything for her."

taglist: @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @prompted-wordsmith, @missmaywemeetagain, @lookingforrainbows, @araxw, @ellie-24, @austinbutlersgirl67, @heartbrake-hotel, @ccab, @18lkpeters, @slutforsomegoodlettuce, @dkayfixates, @kendralavon7, @chasingwildflowers, @notstefaniepresley, @wanderingelvis, @kxnnxy, @powerofelvis, @amydarcimarie, @justrae9903, @thegettingbyp2, @stylespresleyhearted i know i am missing people but i am unsure whom at this point also apologies if this isn't your cup of tea.

[trulyyours-rune]

"You're Safe with me."

Quick warnings: Topics about bullying, name calling (such as queer, not mention a lot though.), bit of angst, language here and there, male x male, fluff ending, bit of violence, kinda short cause I'm tired, reader is male and uses he/him, reader is badass cause why not?

BILL'S P. O. V:

"For as long as I can remember, me and my brother, Tom, are often called names a bullied at school from seeming different in everyone's eyes. Even though known to be most popular boy of our grade has been helping us pull through. I like him, don't take this the wrong way of course! Only like a friend. Now...the more I think about it...Is it just a friend way?" I scribble down with messy writing into a diary I recently bought myself, a nice black leather one with a lock with a code. "Bill! C'mon! Hurry up, gonna' be late for school!" I hear my twin brother yell from down stairs. "Give me a minute!" I shout back.

I rush as I put the book in my drawer, grabbing my backpack and nearly tripping down the stairs. The front door opens and my mom is already in the car, smiling and waving her hand gesturing for us to hop in. "Shotgun!" Tom tells and sprints to the car. (He would so do that.) I groan and hop in the back, setting my backpack to the side. We pull out of the driveway and make out way to what me and Tom call hell.

Not gonna lie I'm hoping y/n will be at school today. We're good friends. Many people would sacrifice a lot just to be friends with him, but he only sticks with my band/friend group. He's funny once you get to really know him, and pretty... Pretty? Yea- no. Well he was handsome of course because girls slobber on him day and night. Never dated one of them? Wonder why.

I seemed so drained in my thought the kids from outside if the car screaming snapped me out of it. "Bye, love you ma." "Love you too, have a good day alright you boys?" "Alright." Both me and Tom almost say in sync as we grab our backpacks and stepping out of the car. Georg and Gustav were waiting at the nearby fence. "Where's y/n?" I tilt my head while approaching them, Tom close behind. "Haven't seen him yet." Gustav shrugs, looking over his shoulder for the boy. I feel myself frown a bit, I was really looking forward to seeing him. Especially inside of school. Hate it in there.

The high-pitched bell rings, making me jump a bit from the sudden loud noise. "Got science first today, you guys?" I ask, looking at my friends as we walk. "Me and Tom got math first." Georg rolls his eyes and Tom groans. "History." Gustav shrugs once again. "Y/n was supposed to have science." I pout a bit. We soon enter the school and a overwhelming feeling surrounds me with looks and stares. I keep my head down, and so does Tom.

I reach my locker and grab the stuff I need in a swift motion, slamming the locker door shut and locking it. I feel an arm shove into me, which makes me bump into my locker. "Watch it, queer." A male voice I hate to recognize walks past me. I clench my teeth together and tense my hands into fists, soon relaxing and walking to Mr. James classroom. (Suck at names 🤩)

I find the spot where I usually sit beside to y/n like usual. Sliding my books under my desk and keeping my head down as I figit with my fingers. The bell rings again, meaning class has started. 1 hour and 30 minutes to go. Lucky me. The teacher passes out empty notebooks, still putting one on y/n's desk like he doesn't notice he's here or not. We pull out our textbooks and that's where the boring part begins.

A couple minutes pass by, we have 1 hour and 12 minutes left. I scribble random doodles on my notebook. A loud "bang!" Of a door slamming open was heard, making me mess up the drawing and look back. Y/n entered through the door breathing quick and heavy as if he just ran an olympic race, "Sorry I'm late, uhm..." He looks down at his shoes to find an excuse. "Parent's car wasn't working." Pretty lame excuse, I smile to myself, but at least he was here.

He sits down in the desk next to me, looking over and signing a quick small wave, I wave back with a smile.

Y/N'S P. O. V:

I knew he would be here, and I feel guilty for being late. Who knows what happened to him while I was gone already? I look down at the notes, clueless what was going on. I never paid much attention anyways.

A minute or two passes by, when a small note gets passed onto my desk from behind me. I open it up and it's one of those 'do you like me?' notes but instead of '□ yes □ no' it was marked '□ yes □ yes' signed from: -the girl behind you. The girl obsesses over me, does this 4 times a week. I chuckle and catch Bill's attention, showing him the note from my desk, pointing behind me. He smiles a bit before drawing God knows what. I erase one of the 'yes' and replace it with no and I check 'no' and crumple it back up and toss it behind me. I hear her open it and sigh in defeat. I smile to myself by the rejection.

(Lunch time cause I have 0 clue what to do now 🥰)

I wait by Bill's locker as he grabs his stuff, he seems off today. Not usually talking to me as often as he does. Tom happens to pass by and I wave to him, he waves back but continues his walk to the cafeteria.

"You alright Bill?" I look at him, he looks at me and closes his locker. "Yeah I'm alright." He looks down a bit. I hum crossing my arms and standing up straight. We start walking to the cafeteria and I see glares getting passed on towards Bill. I glare back at the people and stand my ground, they look away and continue to do whatever they were doing. Feeling power for reputation and both good was a nice feeling. Being respected all because of their reputation could go down if they make a fool of themselves and I use it against them. I would never to Bill, he's one of my best friends after all. He's a sweet boy, not sure why people pick on him. Who cares if people are different? Someone popular could get an ugly haircut and no one bats an eye, and other kids are bullied for what seems to be 'looking different.' Who gives a crap!? Not me, that's for sure, and hell, I get respected.

People call him "Gay." "Emo." "Queer." and the list goes on, ruins his self esteem. Which makes my blood boil each time, he tries to get me not to worry about it so much, but he's my friend! A pretty one at that. Wait- where am I going with this? "Earth to y/n." I see a slim hand wave in front of my face as we walk, snapping me back to reality. "Wait- what's happening?" "Lunch." He shrugs, standing in line.

Eventually it's our time to pick up food, wasn't even all that good after all. Yet I'd rather not starve. Our trays are full and we stand off to the side to spot out the group. Bill sees dirty blonde dreads and starts heading the direction so I follow closely to him.

"Hey man!" A random guy, seems to be a huge sports wannabe guy, stops me in my tracks, startling me. Bill doesn't notice and keeps walking. I hear other guys giggling their asses off like idiots, coming from the nearby bleachers where Bill is walking. "Hey man liste-" I try to talk my way out but he interrupts me with questions I don't even care about. I try to shimmy past him but he just walks in front. I start to get more and more annoyed as the other boys get closer to Bill with what seems to be small opened cartons of milk. "Move!" I shove him with my shoulder but I already hear a splash ahead of me, my heart drops at the moment. Everyone's laughing and Bill is soaking wet with milk while his tray lays on the ground.

He forms tears and runs off to the bathrooms, I go to go chase him but I shove my food tray into the guys chest, ruining the jersey he probably doesn't even know the team of. I run off to the men's bathroom, hearing a stall slam shut and light sobs. "Bill?" I call out. "Go away." "Bill come on, it's me." I put a hand on the stall he was on, pushing on it slightly, he locked it.

I sigh as I still hear the crowd laughing from outside and rage fills my gut. I hear a small click and the stall is unlocked and opens slightly. I see a soaking wet Bill, his usual eyeliner running down his cheeks. I feel my heart break at the sight, I frown and hug him, he hugs back and continues to sob into my shoulder. I rub his back gently and let him cry. "Here." I say, letting go for a moment to sit down against the wall, reaching out my arms. He rests on top of me, arms wrapped around my stomach.

Poor boy looks so mentally and physically drained. I wipe one of the tears of eyeliner across his cheek, it smears a bit but mostly gone. "I wanna go home." I hear him mumble. "My place? I was late because I got your favorite snacks. Still forgot them at home though." I giggle. He smiles and nods, sitting up. I stand up, my clothes may be wet, but it's not like it's the worst thing that will happen to me. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and walk him out, his head cowered down, hiding from shame. After a bit of walking we see Tom, Gustav, and Georg at the office at the entrance. Tom and Georg hug him, also not caring if their clothes got wet or not.

"We're heading to my place, got snacks so he gave in." I chuckle. Tom nods. I take Bill's cold hand and walk him out the entrance, the sun glare making us squint a bit.

BILL'S P. O. V:

(Once they're at y/n's place 👍)

I walk inside the warm house, kicking off my shoes by the door."You can go to my room and change your clothes with mine, I don't mind." Y/n looks at me, walking into the kitchen to grab the snacks he was talking about. I nod and walk to his room, opening the door to the place I felt most comfortable. I spot his drawer and take one of his shirts and pants (that we're both a bit big for him.) and changed into them. They were warm and cozy unlike my milk soaked ones. I walk into his bathroom and grab a towel and dry off my hair, making it messy in the end but who cares beyond this point. I turn on some warm water and wash the eyeliner off my face, drying my face off too and turning off the water.

I walk back to his room and he's already laying in his bed, eating. "Your parents not home or something?" I ask, grabbing some chips he recently bought. "Both working today, their shifts been crazy this week." He shrugs. "Wanna watch a movie?" "Your pick." I say, y/n smiles and puts on a horror movie, Scream I suppose. "You know..." Y/n looks at me. I look at him, letting him know he has my attention. "You're safe with me." He smiles, his cheeks seem redder than usual, but mine feel a bit hotter now and my heart is beating like crazy. I return the smile, after those simple 4 words I truly do feel like I am safe. I want to stick by his side, for... Eternity. He's my safe space. He's the one I come crying too whenever I can. I must be smiling like an idiot now.

I lay back into his bed, closing my eyes a bit. I feel something weighted beside me, it's y/n, also laying down with his eyes closed. He looks so pretty like this, he always has. It's almost like I wanna kiss him sometimes. (Cause you do 🤩). You know what? Fuck it. I place my hand on his cheek and the other one I lay a quick kiss too. My face red as I roll onto my side, facing away from him. Rethinking life choices.

My heart just acted as if it got chased by a bear. But I hear a chuckle and arms wrap around me and pulls me into him he laughs and kisses the top of my head. I must be blushing madly because my entire face feels like it's on fire. I dig my face down into his shoulder as my arms wrap around him. He was my safe space after all.

__________

And kids that's how I met your fath-

Anyways. It's 1:52 in the morning and I've been fighting every nerve to stay awake so it may seem rushed. Anything does when you're half asleep after all.

But ngl, hope you enjoyed <3

[v3n33rs]

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Hi I'm a Transgender (FTM) fanfiction writer and I'm here to make people happy

Anyways lets get to the good stuff

And for !'s: F! = Fem M! = Male NB! = Non-Binary T! = Transgender(FTM only) P! = Platonic

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M! Reader

T! Reader

Fluff

Smut(I'm bad but hey, it's something)

Headcannons

Ask for specific kinks(I'll tell you if I'll write them or no)

AU's(Ex: Animal world, Mythical creatures, ETC)

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R@p3(No.)

Pregnancy(Ew children)

Incest\Tcest(Requeat this and I'm blocking you)

Pedophilia (Minor x Adult)

Scat or Piss(Ew)

Fetishes

F! Reader or NB! Reader(Sorry NB's)

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If you're Trans\Homophobic, Racist or a Pedophile Leave, Now.

If you have a rude comment keep it to yourself

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COD(Call of Duty)

ROTTMNT(Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

MLP(My Little Pony)

EW(Eddsworld)

HP(Harry Potter)

MID(My Inner Demons)

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Pokémon

HTTYD(How to Train Your Dragon)

DS(Demon Slayer)

The Maze Runner

Sonic The Hedgehog

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COD

John "Bravo-Six" Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

Roldolfo Parra

Valeria Garza

König

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Donatello

Michealangelo

Casey Jones

Splinter (P! Only)

MLP

Rarity

Fluttershy

Twilight Sparkle

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie

Applejack

Discord (P! Only)

EW

Tord

Tom

Edd

Matt

Jon

HP

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Arther Weasley (P! Only)

Molly Weasley (P! Only)

MID

Asch

Pierce

Rhys

Noi

Leif

Ava

Mrs Oates (P! Only)

Helluva Boss

Stolas

Blitzø

Moxxie (P! Only)

Millie (P! Only)

Striker

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Angel Dust

Husk (P! Only)

Cherri Bomb

Lucifer (P! Only)

Pokémon

Ash(P! Only)

Piers

Raihan

Gordie

Milo

Marnie(P! Only)

Allister(P! Only)

Bea(P! Only)

Nessa

Kabu(P! Only)

Opal(P! Only)

Bede(P! Only)

Melony(P! Only)

Hop(P! Only)

HTTYD

Hiccup

Astrid

Snotlout

The Twins

Dagur

DS

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Zenitsu

Nezuko(P! Only)

Any of the Hashiras

The Maze Runner

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Chuck(P! Only)

Sonic The Hedgehog

Sonic

Tails(P! Only)

Rouge

Knuckles

Shadow

Blaze(My bbg)

Amy

Request anything I'm bored as all hell

[deliwrites]

𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 // Dream

// DATE // 15th of October 2022 // PAIRING // Dreamwastaken x reader, no pronounce used, small bit for afab!readers, small bit for European readers // WARNING // fluff, mention of period blood // WORDS // 1,6k+ // SUMMARY // What dating Dream would be like

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

Living with the boys in the Dream Team house

Not that Sapnap and George minded

Bothering Dream when he's editing

"How long you gonna be busy for?" you ask him. Leaning on his chair in an annoying way where it dips the chair down. He rolls his eyes with a playful look on his face. He knows you do this cause you're in need of attention. "A little while longer I'm afraid," he tells you. Though, he quickly saves his progress and turns his chair to face you. "Do you need something?" he asks, already knowing the answer. "Hugs?" you ask with a pout. Dream grins, patting his lap. Inviting you to sit down. You do so, positioning your legs on either side of his. Scooting closer to the male. Wrapping your arms around his neck, snuggling your face into his neck. He gives you a gentle squeeze, then turns the chair back around. Going back to editing with you in his hold.

Cuddles for daaaaaaaayyyyyyyys

Surprisingly playing cosy games with you

He hates to admit that he loves playing Stardew Valley with you

"Secretly" has all the spots memorized of your favourite character just so you can become friends with that character quickly.

"Where is Penny?! I can't find her!" you exclaim as you run all over the place trying to find your one and only love (:P) holding a diamond which you stole from Dream's chest. "She's by the community centre," Dream is quick to reply which makes you stop in your tracks. "How do you know that?" you question him suspiciously. Opening the map you locate him by the ocean. "I- I, uhm, just walked passed her. On my way to the mines," you hum in acknowledgement. A sweet smile forms on your lips. Happiness filled you at the fact that Dream went out of his way to learn Penny's schedule. Just for you.

Movie nights, with or without George and Sapnap

Movie nights without them, you two take over the entire couch.

He's on his back, laid out across the couch.

You're half on top of him, half shoved between Dream and the back of the couch.

Legs tangled together.

Your head on his chest

His right arm is wrapped around you tightly, wanting to keep you secure and safe.

Blanket over the top of you.

Patches resting above your heads on the backrest.

Movie nights with them, you two claim the big corner of the L-shaped couch.

Wrapped up in blankets even when Dream gets hot.

He'll just remove his hoodie if he gets too hot, always wearing a shirt underneath cause that's what men do apparently.

He knows you get cold easily.

And with the bills rising you don't really touch the thermostat all that much.

Because of that, you're always walking around in cosy clothes.

More often than not those outfits consist of Dreams hoodies.

With you getting cold easily he always makes sure to have a spare hoodie or jacket with him whenever you guys go out. Whether it's on a date or just to Walmart.

Gifts for days!

You are not materialistic but you really have to watch your tongue around him. Or people might think you are.

The moment "Oh that's cute" leaves your lips, he's already on his way to secretly buy whatever it is you just said that about.

You tell him he doesn't need to buy you all these gifts of course, but will he listen? No.

"Dream! What did you get me this time!" you yell through the house once you've accepted a package from the delivery guy. Your name is written on the package. But you have not ordered anything recently. "Oh, it's just that mug you really liked from Etsy," he says when he walks into the kitchen. You were there, package on the counter, knife in hand to open it. He's standing by the custom build shelves filled almost to the brim with mugs you've been gifted by him. A max of 5 had been bought with your own money. "Dream," you tell him seriously. Putting down the knife before walking up to him. You wrap your arms around his middle. Staring up at his towering frame. "I love you," you tell him sincerely but you want to get your point across. "But I need you to stop buying everything that I find cute." You've told him this before but he never seemed to get the gist of it. The serious look in your eyes is what gets him. "Alright," he sighs gently. It's not a sigh of annoyance, it's a sigh of defeat. He just wants to spoil you rotten. "But there are like, three more packages on their way," he grimaces, unapologetically might I add. "Dream!" you blurt out but can't help but giggle. Shoving your head in his chest you shake your head. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your shoulders, squishing you softly. Pulling away just a bit you stand (on your tippy toes). Pecking his lips softly. "You're an idiot," you tell him. Pecking his lips a few more times. A smile graced his face. "But I'm your idiot," he grins.

Dates are the best

He'll bring you to a romantic fancy restaurant once a month.

If he can't get you all the gifts then this is how he'll spoil you.

Not that he doesn't spoil you on any other date.

He sure does

Cinema date?

You want 2 boxes of popcorn and 2 boxes of chips? Sure!

2 large of not xl drinks for you as well.

Home dates will forever be your favourite though.

They hold a special place in your heart.

At least once every week you have a home date where he cooks for you.

Every time he tries a new recipe.

He knows you can be a picky eater, but he has this way of slowly introducing you to new foods.

Before you moved in with him your list of liked foods was quite low.

Now it's grown to more than 3 times that amount.

One thing that always sticks with every date;

Ice cream for dessert! Always!

A little bit for European readers

With you being European, you're used to getting sips of alcohol since you started High school.

You're not an alcoholic or anything.

You do enjoy the occasional drink during a date.

You know he doesn't really drink.

So you never force alcohol on him.

You respect him for it.

So you'll keep it to a max of two drinks on the date.

A little bit for afab!readers

What he does when you're on your period.

He becomes a servant

Ran out of pads/tampons?

No problem, he's already on his way getting them for you.

Brings you you're favourite foods and candy while he's at the store.

He'll never truly feel the pain you go through with all the cramps.

But he knows how painful it is for you.

He's heard you talk about them since before you two even got together.

Before you moved in but did visit and spend nights he was prepared.

With the wrong stuff but he tried.

The first time your period decided to pay a visit while you were over.

It was earlyish in the morning. Dream was still fast asleep in bed. A heavy cramp is what woke you up. "Shit, shit shit," you grumble, forcing yourself out of bed. You're quick but try not to wake up Dream. Getting into the bathroom, you sit down on the toilet. Confirming your suspicion. "Fuck," sighing you lean forward, elbows on your knees. Face shoved in your hands. "This can't be happening." You don't know how long you spent in the bathroom. Just going over what options you had. You could put toilet paper in your underwear, but a clean pair of underwear is back in Dreams room. In order to get that you would have to leave the bathroom with bloody underwear. "God damn it!" "Y/n?" you hear Dream call out from somewhere in his room. "Are you okay?" His voice seems to get closer to the bathroom. 'Damn it, I didn't lock the door!' "Don't come in," you beg, embarrassment running through your veins. 'Why did the bathroom door have to be so far from the toilet!' "Y/n, what's going on?" his voice is filled with worry. Sighing, you can't help but feel emotional. "My period came early," you confess in a whisper. "I'm sorry, what? Do you mind if I come in," unsure on how to answer. You don't answer at all. Bad choice, as he opens the door and walks in. You're quick to grab the towel hanging by the sink next to you. Draping the towel over your lap. "No, Dream, I don't want you to see this," you wine, hanging your head. Hiding your head in your hands once more. "What's wrong, y/n. Talk to me," he kneels in front of you. Taking your hands, gently off your face. Cupping your face he makes you look at him. "My period came early," you tell him quietly. "I didn't bring any pads." "That's okay," he says so quickly it shocks you. Opening the cupboard under the couple's sink, he takes out a packet of pads. Though you can't help but laugh. "What?" he asks, a little confused by your laughter. "These will do for now," you tell him, taking the pack. "But these are for nights and heavy, heavy periods at that," you take one out to show him the size of the pad. It was about the size of his hand and a half. Which is large. "Woops," he grimaces. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, thank you," you thank him sincerely. Pecking his lips before asking him to bring my bag, for clean underwear.

Once you've fully changed into comfy clothes

Dream settles you in bed, covered by the warm duvet

He's in and out of the bedroom

Getting you snacks and Tea or Hot chocolate milk.

Overall Dream is a lovely boyfriend, he'll do anything for you.

[nattyscuddlycabin]

About me

Hi! I’m Coco! I’m a swiftie but I like a lot of artists and may inspire some writings on some of them! I’m also an artist in multiple ways!

I’m a lesbian and I’d rather write only about women so please keep that in mind!

English is my second language and I do not have a proofreader and I might not proofread my stuff so sorry for that! If there’s any oc that’s not American, I will most likely make them Bulgarian because I am :)

I’m also new to writing stories here so be patient with me but I will try to update as much as I can and write good stories, sometimes with parts, sometimes without.

Masterlist

Natasha Romanova

Reneé Rapp

Regina George

Possible Additions

Leighton Murray

Billie Eilish

Bubblegum/Marceline

Scarlett Johansson

Open to suggestions but I am a bit picky!

Notes

I like writing fluff and maybe fluff/angst

I cannot bring myself to write full angst with a bad ending

Please be respectful when suggesting and commenting!

Most likely not going to write g!p or male, but I am okay with writing anything from a girl, nb, trans, and maybe other perspectives

I’m indecisive and may change my username a few times but I will post about it if I do!

I’m also open to writing age regression if suggested as well as reader x parental figure (but I’d rather it be a mom because ya girl doesn’t know her dad :)) and neither of these will be smutt related.

[itsthegayseason]

account guidelines. ౨ৎ

dni, requests, and what/who i will write.

DO NOT INTERACT. men. minors. racists. terfs. pedos. zoophiles. pro-shippers. zionists.

MAIL DELIVERY. don't be shy! requests/ideas are always open, but i might decline some rqs due to personal preference and comfort, no hard feelings!

WHAT I WON'T WRITE. male character x reader and male!reader. pedophilia. age play. foot fetish. g!p. incest. r*pe/non-con. abusive relationships.

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR.

lizzy caplan and her characters.

auli'i cravalho and her characters.

maya hawke and her characters.

elizabeth lail + only vanessa shelly (for now).

audrey rose from descendants.

janis sarkisian from mean girls on broadway.

maybe reneé rapp and regina george.

[awooga-llama]

🍄

Georgenotfound x Male! Reader

I was on something when writing this so I doubt it will make a lot of sense, also very angsty. I'm not gonna write any triggers, read at your own risk :p

Nobody had seen George since Dream was taken to Pandora's box. (Y/N) was panicking because George was his world but so was Dream. Sapnap wasn't any help, the blaze hybrid wanted nothing to do with anything involving Dream, which included finding George and talking to the poor worried boy. As the only one awake during the night, (Y/N) couldn't get much sleep either and the fact that he hadn't slept for the past couple weeks had been difficult. The boy groaned as he sat up on his bed, rubbing at his eyes in an effort to force himself to go to sleep. But he couldn't. He knew it would be pointless to try and go to sleep so instead he pulled his tablet off the bedside table and began texting.

---

To: Punz

Sapnap isn't talking to me :( I'm worried about George

From: Punz

I wish I could reassure you... but honestly I don't even know what is going on with him...

---

(Y/N) sighed a little before replying

---

To: Punz

He hasn't really talked to anyone since the arrest..

From: Punz

don't worry too much about him. He knows how to handle himself, you need to worry more about you and ur feeling

To: Punz

Thanks man... I appreciate your support, even tho I know i can't worry about me til my boy comes home :(

From: Punz

You should try! You can always come to me for help when you need it <3

---

One day (Y/N) had both of his boyfriends home, dancing to disc eleven and cleaning the house and the next day he sits on the couch staring at the door waiting for one of his lovers to come back knowing the other one won't ever get too. The boy laid the tablet back on the bedside table, laid down in bed with the comforters pulled all the way up, and buried himself into George's pillow breathing in the mixed smell of the his Brit and Dream. (Y/N) closed his eyes letting the scent comfort him as he drifted away from reality until there was a quiet knock at the door. He jumped out of bed running to open it, not caring if anyone seen him in his pajamas. George stood in front of him looking down at the ground covered in dirt and debris. He had mud and grass stains on his jeans and was missing his signature smile on his lips. His white clout goggles were missing, revealing his tired brown eyes. He didn't say anything, just turned around heading to the bathroom to shower.

The first thing George did when he got there was take off his shirt leaving behind some of his bruises. He winced in pain from each step but tried not to make a sound as he walked through the hallway to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom the brunette immediately locked the door behind him and let the tears fall freely. Tears that he held inside for so long finally came spilling forth, mixing with the sweat on his forehead and falling into his sink and running down his face.

(Y/N) stayed behind in the bedroom. He had to restrain himself from fussing and cuddling George but he knew that his partner needed space. It took George nearly two hours to clean up his wounds, the whole time he cried silently into the bathroom floor. He hated himself for hurting those boys, he hated himself for letting Dream, his own best friend, his lover, manipulate him and cause so much harm and chaos. He just wanted to sleep for the rest of his life and never wake up again. George left the bathroom and headed back towards the bedroom where (Y/N) waited, his heart breaking in half every second he saw his lover sitting on the edge of their bed. George sat down, taking (Y/N)'s hand in his own.

"(Y/N), I-" he paused. No words could describe how he felt or how sorry he was but he knew it was true. He loved (Y/N) and they were going to get through this together, George squeezed his lover's hand and leaned forward kissing the palm of (Y/N)'s hand. Then he rested his head on (Y/N)'s shoulder. They sat like that for another hour, (Y/N) stroking George's hair as the other gently rocked him side to side and muttered soft apologies. Finally, at around midnight George looked up at (Y/N).

"I love you," he said, "and we will fix this. We'll fix everything Dream did and create peace in the land, every last person's face will have a smile on it when we're done." His boyfriend just gave him a tight-lipped smile and removed his hands from the other boys, wrapping them around his lover. The two of them layed down on the bed and listened to each other breath. It had been weeks since either of them slept good. Maybe that would finally change tonight. George still had to tell (Y/N) where he has been, that could be handled tomorrow though.

Tonight he simply enjoyed the feel of (Y/N)'s body pressed against his own. After a while, as their breathing slowed down and they eventually fell asleep, the two boys dreamed of happier times, better memories. And with the morning light peeking around the curtains they slowly drifted away together.

---

(Y/N) woke with a start when someone touched his shoulder lightly. He quickly snapped his head toward whoever it was then relaxed when it was just George who was smiling at him with a gentle expression. He stretched and pulled the blankets tightly around himself and burying his nose in them hiding a smile and the blush on his cheeks. George quietly laughed at his boyfriend and moved to wrap his arms around the cocoon of blankets that surrounded his lover. He buried his face in his hair and pressed kisses into the crown of his head and (Y/N) hummed contently.

They stayed in that position for awhile until George reluctantly pulled away. (Y/N) opened his sleepy eyes and frowned slightly, seeing that his boyfriend wasn't wearing his glasses. The boy reached out and grabbed George by the chin pulling him closer so he could kiss him softly.

(Y/N) pulled away, keeping hold of George's face as his mind focused.

"Warn me next time? Don't just run off and leave me hanging." He scolded. George chuckled and nodded his head before leaning in for another kiss. When the pair separated, George smiled once again.

"You know I would never just leave you hanging." He replied sweetly. (Y/N) sighed and smiled before sitting up.

"Come on. Let's go eat breakfast." he yawned before standing up and stretching his arms over his head, popping a few bones in his spine and shoulders. George smiled fondly and followed after his boyfriend as they made their way downstairs and poured themselves a bowl of cereal. They ate quietly enjoying each others company for the time being and the peaceful atmosphere. They finished and cleaned up, (Y/N) grabbed the dishes and rinsed them off and set them into a cupboard along with the cups he had used the night before, then walked back upstairs. George was lying in bed playing Tetris on the old gaming system Dream and him had bought a few years ago, he didn't have much of a reason to play and besides, he didn't enjoy spending money on something he wouldn't use but had anyways. He waited to see if (Y/N) was going to come in but hus footsteps walked pasted the bedroom door quickly. It sounded like he went to his office, probably to look at bills and mail. It was silent again for a bit before (Y/N) came back and sat down beside George who had stopped playing.

The (y/s/c)ed boy leaned into the older boy and placed his head on his lap. George chuckled at the sight and ran a hand through the boy's hair as the two stared at the game. George had stopped playing the game and the two of them just basked in each other's company.

They two of them wished they could just hide in their bedroom all day but knew they couldn't. They had to face the people outside of their home, see how everyone's doing after the chaos that happened weeks ago. (Y/n) and George decided to spend more time in front of the mirror trying to cover up George's bruises but it only worked for 2 hours. George wouldn't stop wiggling amd talking. Both boys were exhausted from the constant movement and physical exertion from trying to conceal the marks. They were finally ready to face the town.

---

As soon as the two stepped foot outside, they spotted the crowd forming in the street. Some of the crowd started yelling as soon as they recognized the boys. (Y/N) could hear the words the people were yelling, all of them negative. "traitors!" One yelled

"Gay bastards!" Another hollered while throwing random items, nearly hitting George.

"Go to hell!" There were worded ones being said but (Y/N) tried to block it out. George kept his eyes fixed on the ground so as not to cause any trouble and walked to stand beside a tree a bit further from the crowd without saying a word. (Y/N) didn't look at everyone but he could hear their shouting and sneers. He wanted to scream back at the crowd, to give them a piece of his mind but that would just be what Dream would've done. He was different. The boy scanned the mob of people and his eyes connected with a familiar pair of brown ones. Sapnap's. His own childhood best friend stands in the raging group of haters and he doesn't even try to stop it? Tears fell from the boy's eyes like rapid waterfalls. How could their ex lover, creator of the smp, villain of the land cause so much damage to so many lives including the ones he supposedly loved?

It hurt so much. But the anger built up inside of (Y/N) and it began pouring down onto everyone below. He couldn't stop himself, he knew he shouldn't give into inhumane habits, but this was all too much. He glared at them and screamed at them, the words pouring out of his mouth like venom that flowed with ease. George noticed (Y/N) storming off into the mob and turned to face the crowd but he had no time before a punch landed in his face knocking him to the ground. (Y/N) seen when the man grabbed George by the shirt collar and lifted him up. Just as he was about to hit him square across the jaw the sound of the crack echoed through the air and the man collapsed onto his knees in pain holding his right eye closed as blood trickled down his cheek. The stranger slowly looked to his right and saw (Y/N) standing there with a bloody fist clenched in front of him. In all honestly it should have scared him but somehow it didn't. He was too angry to be afraid. All he could think of was how he was going to make sure that his George never gets harmed by anyone ever again. He knew this same group of people is who hurt George when the brunette went missing. Before he knew it George's hand reached out and grabbed (Y/N)'s wrist, his other hand moving to grab the small of the other boy's waist. (Y/N) felt a strange pressure on his stomach and when he looked down he saw that the man was grabbing the waistband of his jeans.

Before his boyfriemd could say anything (Y/N) punched the random man hard enough to send him backwards falling to the ground, clutching his gut. (Y/N) turned around and rushed back to George who had gotten up and now held his broken hand protectively against his chest. (Y/N) crouched down in front of his boyfriend and gently picked him up bridal style.

The two ran into the forest, angry mob chasing them from behind. They were losing them but not quite fast enough. The trees flew by but after half a mile the boy's legs got tired. Him and his lover tumbled to the ground, he could hear the footsteps aproaching fast so (Y/N) did the last thing he could think of. He prayed.

"Dear whatever being is up there beyond. Please don't let any harm come to my boyfriend George, he doesn't deserve any of this, it was all our other boyfriend, Dreams fault. He was the one who became power hungry and wouldn't leave those two boys alone. I'm begging you, George, he's not in the condition to fight. Please protect him, take my life if it means saving his." (Y/N) dropped his head down tears falling, amd as the first one hit the ground the air sparked with static. Particles began floating around them, mainly around George a faint voice whispered over and over again, eternal sleep, eternal sleep. The boy could hear his lover's soft calm breathing, a small quiet laugh left his lips. The mob bursted through the trees and headed straight towards him. George stayed asleep peacefully, the crowd ignored him as if he wasn't there at all. He pulled out his communicator and sent one last thing to Punz.

---

To Punz

Forgive me please, I had to save him. Take care of George for me, never let Dream near him if he gets out. Thanks for being there for me earlier dude, I'll never forget you <3

---

The last thing (Y/N) saw before getting inpaled by Tommy's pitchfork was his favourite boy's sleeping face, at least he could sleep happily now. Forever.

---

Sapnap witnessed the death of his friend. He was the only one to stick around after he was murdered, spat on, stepped on. It was brutal. The dark haired man saw George dozed off, unharmed with a strange marking on his wrist, it appeared to be an XD. He could care less though. His focus had been turned away from the scene in order to keep it together but now it wasn't working anymore. Everything seemed blurry and dull, he didn't feel sad or angry, he felt numb. Like he was nothing more than a shell of his former self, the person who was supposed to help him keep going. The man dug a shallow grave and buried his dead friend in it. As soon as he was covered mushrooms with red tops and white spots began to sprout all over the too of it. They were his and George's favourites. This was the end of one life and the beginning to a new side of someone else.

[tboywriter]

I don't post often but I do write often -- all my in-progress works are written here and I'll update with a link when I post :D

all art/pics r not mine -- they're all from Pinterest LOL

last updated : 1/31/2024

* __ means I haven’t decided on the gender of the reader yet :/ <it'll be either gender neutral or male reader> also if things are listed under book/movie/tv/etc -- that's the adaptation I'm using !!

posted:

m o v i e s 

The Holdovers | Angus Tully x gn!reader

t v

Cowboy Bebop | Spike Spiegel x gn!reader

Cowboy Bebop | Spike Spiegel Headcanons

o t h e r  h e a d c a n o n s

( non - x r e a d e r )

modern!Harry Potter World Headcanons

under construction:

m o v i e s 

Marvel | Pietro Maximoff x male!reader

HP | George Weasely x male!reader

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe | Edmund Pevensie x male!reader

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader | Edmund Pevensie x male!reader

Big Hero 6 | Tadashi Hamada x __!reader

Hells Angels | Mario x __!reader

t v

AHS | Michael Langdon x __!reader

AHS | Xavier Plympton x male!reader

Community | Abed Nadir x male!reader

Only Murders in the Building | Tim Kono x __!reader

Fairy Tail | Gray Fullbuster x male!reader

b o o k s

Maze Runner | Newt x male!reader

HP | tutor!Remus Lupin x __!reader

g a m e s

Monster Prom | Damien LaVey x gn!reader

Monster Prom | Damien LaVey Headcanons 

The Arcana | Asra Alnazar x __!reader

As We Know It | Jude x male!reader

c e l e b r i t i e s 

TXT | Choi Yeonjun x male!reader

TXT | mafia!Choi Yeonjun x male!reader

Actor | guidance counselor!Austin Butler x __!reader

p l a y s  a n d  m u s i c a l s 

Cursed Child | Scorpius Malfoy x male!reader

[belabellissima]

Fic ask: P, R, T

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I’m an architect most of the time! I love plotting out stories and my outlines are usually several thousand words. However sometimes the outline will say “they travel two weeks here + bond” and other times it will be a full paragraph complete with dialogue that I’m imagining right then. By nanowrimo terms I’m a plantser! (Combo plotting and flying by the seat of your pants)

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Rosaria Munda is a huge influence in how I write politics and regime structures, and Nicki Pau Preto is a big influence in fantasy world building and complicated sibling relationships! (I’m an only so I don’t always remember to give my characters siblings😂 and I find those relationships to be harder for me to write)

Blue_Sunshine/ @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning (hope you don’t mind being tagged😅) is also a huge influence on how I plot things. Reading their Desert Storm and Rise and Fall series’ completely transformed my ability to plot stories. Their ability to foreshadow is next level, and every time I reread those I find something new. They also are so so good at writing a multi-pov narrative without losing the reader. I can connect with every character and they all feel so unique. If you like Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jango Fett, Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze, Anakin Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker, or all of the Jedi that I can’t list here, that’s the series to read. Also I just love the way they write Shmi and female rage, and it definitely influenced how I write anger and hatred in general, both in fic and original work. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again but reading that fic literally taught me more/helped my writing grow more than my actual degree in creative writing did.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I feel like this is more of a trope in general than just fandom specifically but I can’t stand when female characters lose/give up their magic😭 there’s literally only ever been one book series where that happened and I was okay with it, and only because it immediately gave the narrator the option to get it back if she was willing to brave walking through fire, thereby making her a sort of narrative reincarnation of the first of her people to get magic/beginning the cycle anew.

I’m not putting the name for spoiler reasons but I’m always down to talk about this series if it sounds interesting to anyone. It’s got magic (obvi) and rivals to friends to lovers (I’d say enemies but really they just get off on the wrong foot and they don’t ever actually try to kill each other bc it’s YA and they’re teenagers) and bonded animals and the fallout of a bloody war of succession that left both heirs dead and genuinely nice male characters who respect the women in their lives and multiple canon queer characters (including an aroace girl, a bisexual guy, and two gay guys).

But back to the actual question! I also don’t like unhappy endings😂 I generally won’t read something if I know it has mcd or a sad ending. Unless that’s like…. The whole point of the fic in a ‘this is a classic tragedy’ sort of way designed for catharsis. There was a fic that I read and thought the mcd tag applied to the death in the beginning, so it took me completely by surprise when, after ~60 thousand words of healing from that, the best friend was then killed right in front of the narrator in the second to last chapter. I still can’t listen to ‘somewhere only we know’ without thinking of this fic and it’s been S I X. Y E A R S. Never again🥲 it’s called Paradise and is Young Justice fandom if anyone wants to experience the same pain😌

[sunflowerdaisybee]

I suck at requests but I hope this one isn't so confusing.

I wanted to ask how feral boys or sbi would react with the reader being a faceless streamer and show them in a video call that the reason is a cut scar that goes from the eye to the neck

This wasn't confusing at all! Don't worry, also I really liked this one, specific ones like this are my favorite! <3 also Quackity is pink text

Summary: You do a face reveal for your friends and get surprised by their words

Pairing: P!Feral Boys X Reader

Pronouns: They/them

[A/n]: Requests are open :]

“So I know you said before that you had a reason for never showing your face to fans, but you never said why you haven’t shown your face to us. Not that I’m saying you have to, I was just curious, ya know?”

“Yeah I get it, I guess it just has to do with being a bit self-conscious.”

“Self-conscious of what? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“I have a scar on my face and it’s not my favorite feature.”

“That’s understandable, everyone has something about themselves that they aren’t the fondest of.” That conversation took place a little over six months ago when you were still new to the friend group. Now that you were closer with the five boys you felt the urge to show them your face. The topic of face reveals had come up recently and you knew they wouldn’t mind your scar but you were still on edge about it.

So when you were having a group call to discuss the next stream that the six of you were going to do together, you decided to just do it. You waited till the end when you were done discussing important things and were just hanging around. With no real plan and the only thought in your head being, screw it, you turned our camera on.

Quackity was the first to notice, sending you a message that your camera was on so as to not alert the others.

“Yes I know it’s on Quackity, I did it intentionally.” This caught the attention of the other four who all stopped talking and looked at your icon.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking gorgeous. No wonder you haven’t done a face reveal, you’re stunning looks would distract from the rest of the stream.” You laughed at Dream’s words, playing it off as him just being nice.

“Yo seriously though, you look so cool! I wouldn’t mess with you if I saw you in public.”

“I wouldn’t either. I would be too nervous to approach you but also wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off you. Damn.”

“Ok you guys can stop now, I get it.”

“No no, I didn’t get to say my piece. I think you shouldn’t do a face reveal because you’re too sexy for public viewing, you should be for our eyes only.”

“I agree!” This had you laughing so hard you nearly fell out of your chair.

“You guys are really something, huh?”

“The only thing we are right now is jealous of your amazing looks and badass scar.” You smiled, saying thanks to the boys. Regardless of whether they were being truthful or not, which to be fair, they were telling the truth, you could feel your self-esteem lifting. These boys, your boys, really are the best.

[crystalcow]

𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠//𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

Masterlist // previous parts

THE PRISON VISIT..

Dreamwastaken x reader // quackity x reader // !p !child reader

Pronouns used: they/them

Warnings: swearing, abandonment, mentions of torture, mentions of drugs, light mention of alcohol

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅☠︎︎⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

“Sam- Sam please don’t take them away from me. I beg of you.” Dream cried to the creeper hybrid as his ghost child floated about the cell.

“Dream you know I can’t do that, your the one stuck here not them.” Sam sighed looking at his watch, debating rather to replace his clock or not.

“I haven’t seen my kid in months, hey maybe even years and your trying to take them away from me? Hell sam, they’re dead!” The blonde managed to muster out, his voice rasped due to the lack of hydration.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“DADDY! PLEASE STOP, LET ME GO!” The 16 year old shouted, restrained against Sapnaps Arms.“Take him away boys.” Tommy instructed proudly. The man who’s caused so much pain to everyone in the server, now out of their lives.. For good

“What about his kid.” Puffy asked placing a hand on Sams arm. “Make sure they have someone.” Dream mumbled loud enough for him to hear, grunting as Sam tugged on the chain.

“They’ll be in fine hands..”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Oh hello Sam! Do you think I can stay when uncle Quackity comes? I miss him so much, he left us for that country of his.” The ghost walked to the corner of the small room plopping down in the water bowl.

Dream cringed as his child chose to reside in the water, small sobs admitted from the young one Sam reluctantly leaving the two. Once Sam left the other side still in view, the ghost prepped up again. Little ghosts of water droplets drying quickly, like holograms on the floor.

“Was that good?” They faced to their dad who had the cheekiest smile, “Perfect pumpkin.” Their eyes snapped to the platform. Footsteps were heard, a man with a scar running down his eye stepped into view. He slowly approached walking with the bridge, carrying two enchanted weapons.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Y/n managed to break through of sapnaps hold, running to their dad bringing him to a one sided hug. “This is your fault.” They whispered, tears streaming down their face.

“I hate you for doing this to me.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Pumpkin, I think you should leave with Sam this time.” Dreams head snapped to the child who was running up to Quackity. The males tie discarded on the netherite tiles. The ghost was quick to admire the ducklings wings, fanning out to touch them but pouting when their hand went through.

“Sam get the kid out of here.” Quackity couldnt bear himself to look into their eyes, so full of life compared to their alive counterpart. Memories from the past slowly creeping in on him.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Mi Delecto, what’s that. Is it blood?” Quackity rushed up to the 13 year old who was clutching their cheek. “Schlatts not doing well, I can’t find my dad anywhere.” Quackity sighed looking around the small area.

“Have you ever smelled sugar?” The preteens eyes widened, “Not necessarily.. Uncle Sapnap tried once but daddy caught him.” Quackity laughed placing an arm around them. “Well this time I don’t see your dad anywhere..”

“Let’s have some fun.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“They won’t go, I can’t do anything since they’re a ghost.” Sam apologized, the duckling pacing back and forth, grip tightening on the axe. “Kid you have to leave.”

“You left me! And you want me to just go away? They did that before and look how that turned out!” Little ghost petals started falling down, disappearing second they hit the ground. The sound of his child’s voice almost brought tears to dreams eyes.

Their last moments, so alone and forgotten. How did they survive? Begging to know if anyone had taken care of his little monarch when he went away. Did George and Sapnap take them in? Did they even care?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Sapnap!” Karl laughed running up to his fiancé. “Karl your back’ how was your new adventure?” The strider hybrid smiled, the other male shaking back and forth on his feet. “We need to move my library..”

Sapnap cringed at the idea of leaving the smp area, and having to move all those books in Karl’s hobbit hole. “I don’t know how I feel about that.. This place has been my home for years, I can’t imagine just leaving.”

“I understand that, but Sap look at the brighter side.” One of Karl’s hands snaked around his fellows waist, holding the other out. “A place away from here, a fresh start.. We can get married, and take George along with Y/n!” Soon enough, the male had caved into the idea..

“Our fresh start..”

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“Sam I can’t do shit to him when his kids here. Damn it!” Quackity shouted throwing his axe at the wall, not even making a scratch.

The small ghost brightened up again, bouncing around Quackity. “Take a cornflower, Mi amado.” They smiled up at him, remembering the faint understanding of the language.

“Listen N/n, you need to leave. I have to have a chat with your dad, and you can’t be here.”

The ghost looked out at Dream, “I’m a ghost, not a kid.. Stop talking like I’m just one small cloud that can’t handle themselves to stay up! I try to forget those times, stay bright and cheerful,”

“Then they maybe wouldve wanted me!”

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The 14 year old watched as Dream stripped the crown off of George’s head. The quad walking shoulder to shoulder, stacks of black stone in their hands. “Let’s look at this another way.”

“The start of El Rapids!”

“We now rule our land, Kinoko kingdom!”

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“Tommy!?” They shouted running around old campsite, a large hole in the middle. Scatters of broken up tents and crisped wood. “You know this isn’t a very fun game, hide and seeks a little lame for awesome people like us!”

Dream stood aside staring up at the tall dirt pillar, checking his intercom multiples times. “N/n, did you see any death messages recently?” He looked over to Y/n. They look around the whole area, tripping over the benches at the beach.

“Is Tommy dead?” They panicked tears prickling in their eyes. “No he’s not dead, I would’ve gotten notified if so.” The blonde tattered trying to think, moving the smile face mask to the side.

“So he left us.. Why? We’re best friends, you don’t leave your friends like that! Right daddy?” They looked over to Dream, his gaze adverted to the ground.

“He wouldn’t leave us! Why would anyone leave us, we’re great..”

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The man sighed motioning sam to bring back the bridge. “You see I’ll be nice to you this time, a little break. But I swear to god if this happens again, it won’t be the same outcome.”

Quackity kneeled down infront of dream, pulling the collar of his shirt as the blonde grunted in his ear. “Yes sir..” He managed to get out

Once the lava had finally dropped the ghost ran up to their dad, attempting to bring him in a hug. He shivered at their touch, skin starting to freeze up fast.

“This is all my fault..”

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OK IM SORRY THIS JS MY THORD ONE,, I JUST

I GOT A BIG CRESFIVE MIND SO

dreamie and gogy softly pleasuring reader who's gone after hard work,,

Lots of praising and adoring reader

Afab reader :P

Soft bois

Minors do not interact 🔞

Dream x female reader x George

Content: soft sex, pet name, Gogy having pretty privileges, me dying from bad writing

Pronouns: she/her

Sorry for disappearing I am at college and I'm suffering from "whoops I forgot I was suppose to finish this"

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The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in the house as y/n shouted a loud 'meh' before flopping their body on the couch. George poked his head in the living room from the hallway checking on his beloved. Dream then followed the same action but above George poking his head in as well. "I'm guessing she didn't have a good day. Gogy our baby is in sad times." George ignored his nickname moving his body away from to walk to y/n.

"Um y/n? Are you ok?" In response all he got was mumbles and grumbles. "Y/n we can't hear you what's going on? Tough day at your work?" Dream asked, sitting on the floor by her head softly patting y/n's hair.

Lifting her head y/n sighed heavily leaning on their arms. "Yeah my boss kind of was being an ass today and finding ways to blame everyone just because he decided to cheat on his wife and they ended up getting a divorce. And then I kept getting anxious from all the yelling." Small tears formed in their eyes making her e/c eyes glossy. "Sorry love. I can't imagine how stressful that must have been. Maybe you should take leave for a few days and take some mental health days." "Gogy is right y/n you need some you time. We can binge watch that cartoon you've been wanting to watch with us. We'll spend time with you." George pulled y/n into an embrace rubbing their back in soothing motions. "Thanks guys, as much as I would like to take days off I can't since I need to help you guys pay rent and I definitely don't want to be a freeloader."

Dream chuckled, shaking his head, pulling both George and y/n into a cuddle position. He kissed the top of their heads, giving slightly more to y/n than George. "Come on Dream I want more head kisses too." George pouted at the blonde before getting a kiss on the lips. "There stop being a brat George, it's cuddle time for y/n. See she's not complaining that I kissed your lips." Y/n just smiled at her lovers then kissed them both on the lips. "Gogy you always complain just cuddle please?" George grumbled before laying his head on Dream's shoulder wrapping his arms around y/n's shoulder.

After a while Dream was getting flustered from two of his partners laying on him, one snoring softly, while the other drooled on him. It was definitely a sight to see, too cute for his liking. Despite being in an uncomfortable position of two cute people on top of him he couldn't help but magically grow a boner because this entire thing is just smut so it has to happen or I'll let Melt down.

George, who was drooling on Dream, woke up from something poking his leg. He looked up at Dream and flicked his head. "Seriously Dream?!" He whispered loudly getting the taller's attention. "Shut up it's not my fault that you guys looked cute, fuck off." "Dream you're going to wake her up! Be gone boner!" George lightly smacked Dream's crotch causing Dream to yelp and jump waking up y/n.

"The fuck? I thought it was cuddle time? Dream why are you hard and George why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to smack the dick?" Y/n lightly bonked their heads in disappointment. "Sorry I thought you two looked cute and so this happened." Dream blushed unwrapping his arms around the two letting them sit up.

"Well we can't just let you suffer. Or at least I don't want to. This can be a good stress reliever, you know?" The two males looked at y/n confused as she got up just to straddle Dream sitting right on top of his painful bulge. Dream muttered soft curse words placing his hand on y/n's waist moving her so she could grind on him. George felt singled out so as one Gogy does, he attached his lips on y/n's neck kissing it while leaving some marks, his hands moved under her shirt and forcefully removing her bra that blocked him from groping her.

Without wasting time Dream pulled y/n off him taking off her pants and his own along with his underwear. His finger latched around the bottom of y/n's laced underwear moving them to the side and rubbed his fingers against her heat. Y/n on the other hand let out soft moans, mind getting hazy from the pleasure. "Dream please no foreplay…I just want both of you."

George smiled stripping his own bottom clothes off grabbing y/n's hand so she could stroke him. While Dream lowered his girlfriend onto his length letting out moans as her tight entrance clenched around him. "Good girl. You know what to do love. George, your turn."

Without taking a second George gently pushed y/n onto Dream's chest before sliding himself into the same hole stretching y/n's pulsing cunt. "Fuck…Gogy…Dream." Even without a single movement both men could feel her tighten herself around them causing their cocks to twitch.

Slowly George thrusts himself in softly grabbing y/n by the hips to move her for Dream's pleasure. "So tight for us kitten, and we are just starting. Too much for you? Well you asked for it. You too George, I can feel you already close." The there two moaned at his words, George went slightly faster before releasing himself inside. He pulled out resting himself against the couch.

Dream who was not done yet placed his own hands on y/n's hips replacing George's hands and thruster himself up quickly. Y/n grabbed onto Dream tightly as her orgasm reached its peak letting her cum over Dream's dick as he had also reached his own climax slamming her hips onto his cumming deep inside her. "We need more stress relief sex you know"

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