#so i sort of stalled for a minute in the car

[in-daddy-price-we-trust]

All I Wanted - Part 2

summary: when you are kidnapped discovered by TF141 they can't help but fall in love.

pairing: 141 x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of child abuse, drugs, canon typical violence, kidnapping

Part 1 Part 3

AN: Here it is! The Long awaited part two !!

Hope you enjoy this just as much as part one !!

Price POV

This was not what they needed right now. When 141 first heard of a potential weapons trade for El Sin Nombre going down in Amsterdam, they couldn't wait to get on the field.

The suspense was killing them as they waited for the right moment. They knew at this point that trying to stop the deal would be more hassle than worth. So the plan of waiting for their food to come to them was a better solution.

Price stalled however when he saw her step out. No way this was who they were after. No one in a cartel would go about wearing over-pink clothes. It was stupid. Even more so when she started shooting back, with a pistol as well.

"Ghost, move in," the static of the radio crackled before a grumbled copy sounded back. Price watched as Ghost snuck up behind her, his feet silent as he kicked her knees in and knocked her out.

"Well done Ghosty," The Scotsman, Soap, cheered over the comms, making his way down to the evac truck they scheduled.

She sat in-between him and Ghost. "No way she's with Nombre," Gaz announced after a few minutes of silence, "She's a child!" A hum left Soap's throat. 

"That's why we integrate her, Nombre or not, we can still use her to our advantage," Price concluded, sending the group back into quiet before she awoke.

-

Gaz was right. She was a child, barely reaching 16. Guilt hung heavy in his heart as he thought back to her crying. Cheeks red with tears and eyes puffy. 

He dragged a hand down his face, muttering a 'Jesus Christ' under his breath at the discovery. Eyes flicked across the room, every single soldier in that room seemed to suffocate in the amount of tension.

With a heavy sigh, Price spoke again. "How about we make a deal?" her head shot up at the words, a mix of emotions slathered across her features. From here he could tell she was picking apart his words.

"You, stay with us and get a place to stay," Price's eyes drifted to his team behind her.

"But - you have to help us catch our guy," The words cemented in her brain, slowly nodding along to them. It couldn't be worse to what she was used to, can it? Worse case scenario, she runs away again.

"Okay," it was final, "But I need to get my gear first."

-

The drive was quiet. The radio played some random pop song that she muttered the lyrics too, fingers drumming on her thighs. 

The boys seemed glad she accepted the deal. Although it may be the fact she was a minor and by the sounds of it, partaking in crime activity. Of course, this wouldn't be as different but at least all expenses were paid for by the government.

The car lulled to a stop, pulling up in front of the hotel. The door slammed shut before Price even registered her unclicking her seat belt leaving him to race after her.

A smile graced her lips as she greeted the lady at the front desk, who then proceeded to side eye Price. He would too if he saw a teenager going up to a hotel room with a 40-something-year-old man.

The pair continued to be silent in each other's presence, even when her fingers slipped together pressing and pulling on each one as a sort of fidget. The lift dinged at the second floor, Price hot on her heels to the hotel room. She muttered the number continuously under her breath, 105. 

Number splayed in gold, she struggles to get the keycard from wherever she managed to store the thing, like seriously, where did she put things? 

The door pushed open to the room. The white linen sheets still a mess from when she woke up this morning. What caught his eye was the absurdly bright duffle bag that sat on the middle of the hardwood floors, from where he stood he could make out the top of a pink sniper. 

'Jesus the girl knew how to stick to a theme, that's for sure..'

Diligently she picked up the weapons she managed to slide into nooks and crannies. Picking up stray plushies along the way. Price tried to help, but whenever he tried to pick up a cuddly brown bear he'd get holes burnt unto his head. So he eventually dropped it, opting to stand near the door.

Before long she came up to him, bag over her shoulder and a determined look in her eyes. The trip back to reception was awkward. The same tense atmosphere seemed to follow like a shadow. The lift dinged again, the robotic voice announcing their arrival.

She marched over to the receptionist, explaining she was checking out early (even though there was still two weeks left) and saying if anyone needed it to let them have the room for free. The soft spoken words melted the workers heart, promising to do as told.

-

Your POV

Price was awkward. Maybe the commanding aura around him clashed with yours of innocence. But - you both knew yours was fake. To some extent at least.

"Why did you make a deal? - with me?" It was a genuine question. The want of appreciation and validation flooding through your veins.

His eyes flicked down to you, noticing you already looking him in the face. He huffed a laugh at it. Soft, warm. "Well - I'm not just going to toss a kid out on the street, am I?" It was the truth. Voice of honey and liquid gold washing over you. Clouding your brain.

"Thank you, Price."

-

"Doll, wake up for me yeah?" a hum fell past your lips as you stirred awake, rubbing your eyes.

"Are we back already?" voice hoarse and scratchy, a yawn coming from you mid sentence.

Price chuckled at you. 'Glad someone finds this amusing.' 

"C'mon love - I'll show you to your new room and you can have a kip in there, kay?" His voice was soft, almost like the words would make you shatter and crumble like glass. Though it worked, pushing you out of the passenger seat of the car and onto the (now) familiar gravel plaza. Pink mary janes dragged behind you, sleep seeping into your bones.

That was soon rushed out of you when Mohawk appeared in front of you and Price. "Hi lassie, names Sargent John Mactavish but Soap is fine!" He beamed, pearly whites flashing down as you appeared wide eyed at him, stunned at the sudden (and quite frankly, loud) appearance. He threw a hand over his shoulder, pointing at the other figure you completely missed, "And that's Gaz." It was the shorty of the group, giving you a sheepish wave and a sympathetic smile at the loud Scot.

Price placed a hand on your shoulder, a slight apology maybe? You found yourself staring up at him before speaking, "Uhm.. thank- thank you Soap-?" cursing yourself for stumbling over your words. The nicknames getting caught on your tongue at its strangeness. "What kind of name is 'Soap' anyways?" He laughed at that, full belly laughed. Sort of high like a bell, although pleasant.

"M' Afraid I can't tell ya that, confidential," It was spoken with a wicked grin plastered across his face. The smile contagious and making the pink bands of your braces show. "Why don't Gaz and I show you to your new room?" A glance to Price and his nudge of the head allowed you to accept the offer, Soap instantly grabbing the bag from off your shoulder and pulling you along, going on to ramble about his hometown in Scotland.

-

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[leosxrealm]

003 — ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ

★— pairing(s): Max Verstappen x Male! Leclerc! Reader

★— warning(s): none!! possible grammar mistakes, hints of angst

★— (a/n): idk a lot about modeling either so i just made up what i think would happen there. we're finally building up the plot (barely started), not proofread!

★— character information | series masterlist

19-22

September 3, 2019

"Tilt your head to the right... just a bit... yeah, just like that." You did as you were told. You hear the sound of the camera and the lights flashing. The photographer takes another quick shot.

The director goes to check the pictures that were taken recently. The photographer gives you a quick nod, a little something he does to indicate he liked the pictures.

"Okay everyone!" the director claps his hands to get everyone's attention, "15-minute break, and then we do the last shoot for the day!"

There was a chorus of sighs of relief from everyone around you. It looks like everyone else couldn't wait to leave the studio either.

You return to the changing rooms along with a few of your coworkers. You had gotten to know some of them over the past few months and could now confidently call them your friends.

You pick up your phone from your makeup station. Opening it, you see a couple of texts from your friends and brothers. Clicking open your brother's contact, you answer his recent messages.

"Tell him to come up," another model who you've befriended said, looking over your shoulder. "Is that even allowed?" you ask. He had been in the industry for far longer than you; he was sort of like an upperclassman to you.

"Friends and families come to shoots all the time," he said emphasizing the word 'all', "Usually you have to get permission and stuff but it's the end of the shoot. Nobody has enough energy to care." 

"Oh."

He pats you on the shoulder, getting up from the chair beside yours, "You will have to go downstairs to get them. The security won't let them through." "Thanks, mate," you call after him, he throws a lazy smile your way, disappearing into one of the changing stalls.

"Uh...you guys can sit on the couches over there," you say pointing to the couches near the makeup stations, "and we have snacks over there," you say pointing to the opposite side of the couches, "and right next to that, we have refrigerators. Help yourself with the drinks."

You show your brother around for a bit before settling on the makeup station with your name on it. Your makeup artist gets to work immediately, getting you ready for the last shoot, when you hear your name being called. You let out an exhale, mentally preparing yourself for the last of the shoot.

---

"Damnnnn... you're actually good at something," Arthur says, chuckling at his own little joke. "At least I look natural," you retort back, earning a punch on the arm from your twin. 

"I look natural in my photos," he says back defensively, looking at Charles for some kind of reaffirmation. Charles turns his head, deciding not to comment on his younger brother's awkward poses for photoshoots. You snicker at your older brother's reaction, earning a smack on the back of your head from your twin. 

"Okay... Are you two hungry? What do you want to eat?" Charles finally intervenes, before you two decide to start a full-on brawl. "Man...," you whine out, "I'm starving." 

"Me too," Arthur adds with a scowl. "We couldn't even get food because someone," he gives you a stink eye, "can't even finish up by the time they said they would."

You roll your eyes at him, ready to retort back when Charles' car comes into view. "I call shotgun!" you say, running towards the car. "Bitch-" Arthur runs to catch up, leaving Charles behind. Charles shakes his head, long given up on you two. Freaking kids, he thinks.

You look in the rearview mirror, at Arthur's scowling face. He scoffs looking out the window, still pissy about having to sit in the back. You laugh at him (again), resulting in him kicking your seat. Charles finally decides to cut in before the two of you destroy his baby. 

Charles mentally celebrates when the restaurant comes into view. At least he won't have to worry about his baby getting destroyed for another hour or two. He sighs once again, pushing the both of you inside. Freaking kids, he thinks (once again).

"Oh yeah, what happened to that girl you were dating?" Arthur asks just as you were about to bite into your food. 

---

18-21

You raised your hand, ready to press the doorbell, before lowering it back again. Taking a deep breath, you ring the doorbell. You cleared your throat while waiting for the door to open. Hearing the door open, you look up.

Max sucks in a deep breath, not expecting to come face-to-face with you. Is that a suit you're wearing? Are those flowers in your hands? "Wha-what are you doing here?" He questions you, suddenly remembering how to speak.

"Oh... Um... I'm here for-" you begin to say before stopping abruptly. You look up suddenly, and Max thinks it's to look at him, but instead, you look behind him. The corners of your lips lift up into a soft smile.

(a/n): i'm sorry the title is so lame😭 anyway any guesses what's happening?

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[weird-an]

"You're having a crisis," Robin tells him when Steve comes to work way too late on Saturday, hair a mess and hoping that his shirt hides all the hickies Billy left... everywhere.

Great. He hoped she wouldn't notice, but she needed one coffee and three minutes to find out.

"What gives you that idea?" Steve tries to feign nonchalance and sorts the tapes that have been given back yesterday.

"Is that a hickey?" Robin tugs at his shirt.

"Robin!" Steve swats her hand away. "That's none of your business."

"I had to man the counter alone for half an hour. Because you were late." She gestures at the very deserted store. "Did you fuck someone and regret it?"

Steve can't help but to think about Billy's flushed skin and gasps.

"I don't really regret it," he admits. Just whom, maybe. Or maybe he regrets not kissing Billy sooner.

Okay okay, that's the real crisis. Steve likes Billy. Billy Hargrove of all people. Robin always tells him that his taste sucks and she might be onto something. Steve wants to kiss Billy all the time. It's just... Billy asked Steve to fuck him in a fucking bathroom stall at a dirty gas station yesterday and Steve would rather take him out for dinner.

He knows he can't, but he knows there are better places than gas stations and the back of their cars. Billy just always laughs it off when Steve tries to talk about it. Or distracts him with a sloppy blowjob, because that always works.

"But?" Robin raises a brow.

"I want more than sex," Steve groans. "That's the problem."

"I mean… why don't you just say that?" Robin sighs like she is his English teacher who is despairing of his spelling for years now.

That sounds way too easy. Nothing is easy with Billy except orgasming.

"It's complicated." Steve groans and turns around to get the last tapes from the counter.

Steve freezes.

Billy is staring at him, eyes wide, clutching a VHS to his chest. Of course their first fucking costumer on a Saturday morning had to be him.

"Uhm." Steve wants to hide behind the counter.

Robin sucks in a sharp breath. "Steve Harrington."

Steve is never going to survive this.

"That's my name," Steve grits out. He tries to ignore his sweaty hands. "Maybe we... should talk, Billy?"

Billy tilts his head. "Maybe," he says slowly.

"Great." Steve grabs his arm and drags him towards the adults section. No way he's having this conversation in front of Robin.

Billy grins at a copy of Cruising. "Can I blow you here?"

"This isn't what I want to talk about." Steve's cheeks burn. "I... want more than blowjobs."

"We can have more than blowjobs," Billy says. "Just lemme grab a condom."

His ears are pink. It's a distraction. He tries to get Steve's dick on his side so that they don't have to talk about it. But Steve's staying strong.

"I was thinking about a date." Steve's throat turns dry.

"You don't have to wine and dine me to get some action," Billy grumbles, staring at his feet.

"But I want to," Steve nearly yells.

Billy squints his eyes. "Okay."

Relief floods through Steve. "For real?"

"Yes, Steve Harrington." Billy grins.

"Good." Steve steps forward and presses a quick kiss on his lips.

"Can I blow you now?" Billy sinks on his knees. "Just listen if anybody comes in."

Well, Steve won't say no to that. What a great way to solve a crisis. He just hopes Robin isn't eavesdropping.

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[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; afab + gn!reader (they are wearing a dress and lace panties however), unprotected sex / no prep (it's not rought), semi public sex, 18+ | ✮ wc ; 1.4k (?) idek

✮ a/n ; happy late birthday barou. this is crazy horny my bad fr.

Barou is an uptight person.

He doesn't think of himself that way, fucking obviously. But he's been told multiple times throughout his life that that's how he seems. From his teammates to his little sisters to every single media outlet desperately hoping he has more interesting gossip than a change in the babywipe brands he uses.

But Barou is a straight-forward, straight-laced sort of man. He tries to not come home late, keeps all of his promises, and always makes sure he reverses his car when he parks. He doesn't believe in the pull-out method. He always makes sure any physical intimacy he has with anyone comes after they've both been tested.

He's got a life on the line and there's nothing wrong with being careful. Barou is stiff sure, but he's respectful and tidy and takes care of everything because that's how he was raised.

Barou is so terribly uptight. It is, by all means, completely out of character for him to fucking you in the stall of a high-end restaurant bathroom.

Despite himself, and his best interests, and his general good character - he has your cheek pressed into the stall of the bathroom door and two hands on your hips. The tip of his cock is resting against the curve of your ass, pretty lace set underneath the skirt of your dress. You're in the bathroom of somewhere so upscale with your pussy soaking wet.

And Barou is hard out of his fucking mind. It's been like this all-day. From the minute his morning started, you've done nothing but spoil him. A spotless house (cleaned in the way he like), plenty of food, a planned visit to his parents house and a quiet birthday dinner to end the night. All packaged neatly in the warmth of your smile, an eagerness to show off your affection.

He doesn't care to know if you were meaning to seduce him but you did. He spent most of the day half-stiff, sneaking touches in the car and keeping himself at bay with lingering glances.

The gift at the dinner table did it. A thoughtful gift, a leather wallet - practical but not expensive. That set him off, ruined the rest of his remaining patience. He's not verbal enough to confess his undying love to you.

He can, however, please you. He's good at that, and this way - both of you come out of it feeling better. He's uptight but he's tipped the wait staff enough to make sure everyone keeps quiet about being in the bathroom.

And he's strict about the certain policies he enforces.

But you look good with that dress on, the soft curves of your neckline and the slight shake in your thighs when you bend over. Damp, dark material soiled over your pussy - all trembling even though he hasn't done more than kiss and grope you.

It's unusual how much he wants to fuck you. It's a little unbelievable how badly he wants it. He rubs the tip against you, lets it dig between the thin lace - feels how soft and sticky you are without him even touching you. He leans forward a little, picks you up your hips and pulls you in such a way you're grinding on it without actually moving.

He forgets he's this much stronger than you. You yield easily enough, an open-mouth moan leaving your lips. Barou feels a spike of heat run through him, sharp as blood rushes towards his cock so quick he's lightheaded.

"Ridiculous," He rasps, almost exasperated at how deep he's thinking about fucking you "What do you get out of being so good to me?"

"Don't want a-anything," He nudges the tip into your clit just to make you stumble "I just want you to have a good time. Did you?"

Of course he did. How could he not? He doesn't reply, tugging the lace of your panties to one side with a laugh that might sound harsh if you aren't listening close enough.

"I had a good time baby. It was fucking great actual," He says, and it's well-intended. His throat is so thick it almost feels sore. He doesn't remember the last time he was this desperate to fuck you - if he's ever felt this antagonized by your kindness. A good, sweet lover you are.

Gentle reprieve for the ever uptight, ever high-strung Barou. A man of action, of course he wants to fuck you about it. The skin to skin makes his grip on your thighs tighten, he can feel his nails digging into the flesh. The indentations must ache but you don't complain. He'll kiss it better later. Eventually.

Silky and dripping , such a perfect place to drill his cock into. Like it was made for him to be in. Carve a spot for himself out of you with the heavy steel of his shaft. You're so fucking perfect for him. His perfect, sweet angel.

You deserve to be fucked with this much effort at least. Barou wants to stretch you, so he does. He pushes the tip in slowly, reaches his hands out of your tits and squeezes hard. He licks up the side of your neck, kissing your jaw.

"Relax," He offers, as tender as he can be right now "Unless you wanna be sore on the way home."

How ironic he's telling you to relax. If he doesn't pour every ounce of his concentration into stilling - he'd fuck himself into without thinking twice. Fill you the brim, brush your womb and stay there until it remembers who he is. He wants it so bad it almost makes him sick, but he's being stingy enough skipping on more foreplay.

A man of good character doesn't fuck his lover in a shitty bathroom stall. But maybe Barou is learning to relax, because all he can think about is how the acoustics in this tight space do you no favors. He can hears just how soaked you are, can hear every short pant of need - ragged from desire in the walls. How it cumulates in the air until it's too hard to breathe.

You do relax, and Barou rocks his hips slow. You cry out. He laughs, just a little. The adrenaline never stops being addicting.

"Ya like that? Like how that fucking feels? How my," Deeper, another inch pushed into the heat of you "How my cock feels all the way in here?" He presses his palm into the place underneath your tummy.

"Ungh, uh-huh, yes."

He drops his head on your back and shudders. He's going to lose his fucking mind if he isn't more careful. Deeper and harder and faster, you move in tandem until he bottoms out. Barou can feel your ass and hips on his waist and how much they're fucking trembling. He hasn't even fucked you yet, hasn't moved an inch and you're shaking.

It's so cute he could cum right away. How adorable. You're so bubbly and bright and don't think twice about talking back to him when he's being fussy - but you can't keep it together long enough to hold yourself up over his cock. He doesn't know if he could love you anymore.

"Gonna move." He tells, and you nod. Barou starts shallow so you can adjust, but when there's no longer any resistance - he doesn't hesitate in giving it all to you. Every inch of his cock, over and over with an unruly amount of want.

Barou fucks into you hard enough to set motion. It's noisy. The sound of skin hitting skin, of your pussy being stretched over and over - his belt clacking from where it's tucked underneath his cock to give him room. Over all of that is the sound of your voice echoing, soft little whimpers that turn into full-blown cries as he fucks you deeper and deeper - knocking himself into your g-spot so much it's cruel.

He can feel your insides spasm around him before you have a chance to warn him. Tremors in short waves until your hand shoots up to the door - grabbing for something that's not there.

"Shoei," You warn, pitchy and desperate and hot "I'm g-gonna,"

"Cum on my fucking cock," He spits. He needs it more than you do "I'll let you make a mess this time."

Barou watches you fold beneath him. Your form collapses forward and he has to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you up. Your walls tighten and convulse around, milking him for all he's worth. He pushes himself to the hilt before following after you, cumming deep inside with a short groan as he presses a kiss t your shoulder.

"Happy Birthday, Shoei." You mumble, turning your head to look at him with your face all messy. He chuckles.

"Yeah, happy birthday to me."

#barou x reader #bllk x reader #barou smut #bllk smut #writing tag #OKAY. I NEED TO GO CLEAN THE BATHROOM NOW LMAO #SEE U ALL DAY AFTER TMMRW

[tasteleeknow]

ok so maybe… enemies to lovers (kind of) with switch!minho who happens to have accidentally taken some sort of aphrodisiac and reader offers to help him out?

º.☆・ ⇢ goddess of lust with minho

pairing: switch!minho x afab!reader genre: smut, enemies to lovers. word count: 3k minors dni, 18+ only.

aphrodisiacs are agents that are held to arouse desire. the word originates from aphrodite, the ancient greek goddess of love, lust, beauty, pleasure, passion, and procreation. 

“So each of these does something different?” Minho says, picking up and dropping the various crystals and gems your friend had perfectly arranged across her dresser.

“Mm, that one ignites passion and desire,” she says, watching him play with her possessions. 

He juggles the crystal between his hands, throwing it back and forth like a baseball. “So... like an aphrodisiac?” he says, a smirk pulling one corner of his mouth up.

“I mean, kind of.”

He looks up at the ceiling, closing his eyes in mock concentration. Then he looks at you, meeting your eyes directly. “I feel it.”

“Really?” your innocent friend asks, unaware of Minho’s nature.

“He’s messing with you,” you say, breaking eye contact with the irritating man across the room. “Ignore him.” 

You turn your back on him, guiding your friend out of the room and back to the rest of your groupmates downstairs. You’d been paired for a group project, Minho a late—and frustrating—addition. Progress had stalled since he’d joined, two of the girls in the group sidetracked by his pretty face and sweet tones. This was the third time today you’d had to track him—and his victim—down and guide them back to the living room. 

Minho grabs your wrist, halting you as your friend continues back down the stairs. “You don’t believe in magic crystals?” he whispers in your ear. You pull your wrist from him, turning to face him on the stairs. He’s a step above you, towering down over you. 

“Stop dragging them off, we’ll never get anything done,” you say, ignoring his question.

He waves a crystal in front of your face. “This makes people horny apparently, you wanna hold it?” 

You frown. “Put that back.” 

“Come on, hold it—just for a second. Then I’ll behave.” 

You look between his eyes then sigh, holding your hand out. He presses the small crystal into your palm, his skin brushing against yours a second too long. 

“Okay, it’s been a second,” you say, attempting to push past him to return it to your friend's bedroom. He lets you pass after a moment's resistance, following closely behind you. You place the crystal gently amongst the others, turning to find Minho leaning against the doorframe. 

“Didn’t feel anything then?” 

“You expected me to touch the rock and then want to shove you into the wall, consumed with lust?” 

He smiles. “Something like that.” 

“It’d take a lot more than a magic rock to tempt me to touch you.” 

He takes a step into the room, arms dropping from where he held them cross against his chest. “Yeah? What would it take?”

“A lot of cash.” 

He looks like a cat with a trapped mouse, inching closer. “Enough for a car? To pay for uni?” 

“Enough that I wouldn’t have to work ever again.” 

He’s in your face now, breath mingling. “That’s a big pile of cash.”

“You’re a big pain in my ass.” 

He reaches over to pick up the crystal again, inspecting it for a second. “I think there might be something to these things.” 

“No you don’t.”

“Why else would I be imagining what you look like under that little dress?”

You scoff. “Because you’re a perv. You had another girl in this room 2 minutes ago.” 

“But it’s making me want you.”

“And the thought that you might be attracted to me is so unbelievable that you’ve decided to believe in magic crystals?”

He grins. “Yeah.” He shoves the small rock in his pocket. 

“You’re stealing that?”

“Borrowing.” 

You push past him, finally heading downstairs to rejoin the rest of the group. He keeps his promise, behaving long enough everyone is able to actually get some work done. 

Your friend shouts in your ear, her voice almost totally drowned out by the loud music. She needs to pee. You take her hand, guiding her up to the bathroom—pushing through your drunk classmates as you go. 

You’re leaning against the hallway door waiting for her to finish, when Minho appears—a drink in his hand. “Thought I saw you here,” he says, joining you against the wall. 

You ignore him. 

You see him turn towards you out of the corner of your eye, his gaze trailing up and down your body. “Another little dress? Do you wear anything else?” 

“Go away.” 

He digs into his pocket, pulling out the rock he’d stolen from your friend a few weeks ago. “Don’t you want to hear my findings?” 

“No.” 

“I think it has evil properties.” You turn to look at him. He’s waving the small crystal around, like he’s attempting to cast a spell with it. 

“Evil properties?” 

“I haven’t fucked anyone since I first touched it.” 

You can’t help bursting into laughter. “I don’t think that’s the rock’s fault.” 

He shoves it back in his pocket. “Are you implying something mean, little dove?” 

“I’m saying it doesn’t surprise me if no one wants to fuck you.” 

“Plenty of people want to fuck me. It’s my interest in fucking them that’s the problem.” 

“See a doctor.” 

He grins. “I have no problem getting hard. I can prove it.” 

“No thanks.” 

“The problem…” he moves in front of you, one hand pressed to the wall as he leans over you. “...is that I can only get hard for you.” 

You look up into his eyes, a little taken aback. He teased you, for years. But not like this. You’d always thought of it as mocking. Making fun of you for never dating anyone among other things. The first time one of his little comments had gotten under your skin was at a party in early high school—during a game of spin the bottle. When one of the other boys had landed on you he’d spoken over all the chatter, voice loud and clear for everyone to hear. ‘Spin again. She’s a spectator.’ You’d been too embarrassed to do or say anything at all, curling in on yourself as his friend leaned forward to spin again. 

Your roommate pulls the bathroom door open, stumbling out into the hallway. You duck under Minho’s arm to catch her. “Alright?” you ask, taking her bag from her hand. She mumbles an incoherent response. 

“You need a lift?” Minho speaks from behind you. You look your friend up and down, clearly past her limit for the night. 

“We can get an uber.” 

“I’m leaving now anyway, it’s no issue.” 

“You’ve been drinking,” you say, turning to nod at the drink in his hand. He holds it in front of your face so you can look down into the cup. “It’s just coke zero. Sip it.” 

Your near empty bank balance flashes across your mind's eye. You sigh. “Lead the way, then.”

You help your friend down the stairs, Minho a few steps in front of you. She leans to whisper in your ear, far too drunk to realise the actual volume of her voice. “You should definitely fuck him,” she slurs. Minho turns to meet your eyes. He’d heard. 

You pull your roommate's shoes off her feet, tugging the blankets over her. Minho stands in the doorway, like it’s completely normal for him to be in your apartment. You push him out of the room, closing your friend's door gently behind you. 

“Thanks for the lift… and helping me with her,” you say, guiding him towards the front door. He turns just before you’re successful, smiling down at you. 

“You’re welcome,” he says sweetly, reaching into his pocket. “Can you give this back for me?” He offers you the small rock. 

“Fine.” You take it from his palm. He doesn’t move, rocking back and forth on his heels a little. 

“Anything else? Are you expecting a tip for your services?” 

He grins. “Are you offering?”

“What did you mean earlier?” you blurt out, regretting it instantly. 

“Hm?” 

Fuck it. “At the party.” 

“You’re gonna need to be more specific, dove,” he says, rocking forward towards you—one corner of his lips curved up. 

“You said…you could only…that I—I mean…” 

“That you’re the only one that gets me hard,” he finishes for you. 

“Yeah, that.” 

“Don’t know what clarification you’re looking for. It’s pretty straightforward.” He wraps his hand around your closed fist, the one holding the crystal. “This magic rock cursed me to spend my nights stroking my cock to the thought of you.” 

You think you get it now—what he’s doing, the game he’s playing. You were in a dry-spell, the man in front of you the only guy in your circle hot enough to be worth fucking. If it was a game, something you could both brush off—maybe it would be something you could get past. Getting each other off then resuming your mutual resentment.

You take a small step closer. “How do you think this curse is broken?” 

“Maybe I just have to give it back,” he says, squeezing your hand where he still holds you. 

“And if that doesn’t work?” 

His eyes drop to the neckline of your dress. “I have another idea.” Okay, yeah. You understood what he was doing.

“Mm?” you prompt.  

“Give it what it wants.” 

“What the crystal wants?” you ask. He nods. “What does the crystal want?” 

“Wants me to fuck you,” he mutters, sounding distracted.

You hold back a laugh at his deadly serious expression. “So…the rock—sorry, the magic crystal you stole from my friend’s bedroom dresser…it wants you to fuck me…”

“Mm.”

You can’t keep your lips curving up, amused by the whole scenario. The man couldn’t have just hit on you? “I guess I do owe you a favour.” 

His eyes snap up to yours. “You…you mean—”

“Well I can’t just let you go on afflicted by a curse…that would be cruel.” 

You head towards your bedroom, turning to see him still frozen to the same spot. “Come on then,” you encourage, turning to open the door as his soft footfalls finally move across the floorboards. You drop the rock on your bedside table then close the door behind him. “Take your clothes off,” you instruct, reaching to unzip your dress. 

“What?”

“You can fuck me clothed if you’d prefer.” 

He blinks slowly then reaches for his hem, lifting his shirt over his head quickly. You watch as he fiddles with his pants, finally managing to shove them down his legs. He stumbles a little as he attempts to kick them off. You can’t help giggling at the spectacle of the man who’d made you feel so small all those years ago shoving his clothes off in desperation for you. 

Power. It felt like power. 

You zip the dress back up as he struggles, stepping over to him just as he pulls his legs free finally. He looks up at you, lips parted—his two front teeth peeking through. “Should we do it on the bed? Against the wall?” you ask. 

He says nothing, blinking at you as his eyes widen slightly. You look down. “You didn’t finish.” His eyes follow you, looking down at his underwear. You drop to your knees, hooking your fingers in the waistband and pulling them slowly down his thighs. His breath hitches as his cock is freed. 

You rest your palm on his thick thigh, stroking up and down his skin gently as you reach for his cock. You look up. “This is the problem, then?” you ask, mouth close enough that you’re sure he feels your breath against his tip. He still says nothing. This was the longest you’d spent in his presence without hearing his voice. 

You halt your movements, raising your eyebrows a little—letting him know you expect a response. 

“Y-Yeah,” he stutters out. 

You squeeze slightly, fingers wrapped around his base. “It only gets hard when you think of me?” 

He nods. 

“Since you stole the crystal?” He says nothing, eyes closing as his lips fall open a little. “Since the crystal?” you prompt. He opens his eyes, looking down at you again—still saying nothing. 

Your brows draw together at his lack of response, then he speaks. “Bed,” he says, a very late response to your earlier question. You stand, releasing him so you can move to your bed—settling yourself against the pillow. He stands where you left him for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he sucks in and releases a deep breath. 

You reach into your bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and tossing it onto the bed beside you. He watches you from the end of the bed as you pull your dress up to your hips, revealing your panties to him. That spurs him into action, falling forward so he can crawl up the mattress to you. He stops between your legs, looking up at you for permission. You nod and he reaches for you, finger stroking over your centre gently before he pulls your panties down your legs. 

“The dress?” he asks.

“Leave it.” It added to the power, having him naked while you kept some of your modesty. As much modesty as one could have while spreading their legs for someone anyway. 

He nods, leaning forward to grab the lube then sitting back on his heels. You watch as he strokes himself, eyes fixed on your bare cunt. He doesn’t say anything, focused on his task—like this was all part of a plan you’d discussed and agreed upon. The sloppy sound of the watery lube being worked up and down his cock fills the room. You reach down, stroking one finger through your folds. 

His brows draw together, mouth opening a little more—his two front teeth visible again. “Gonna fuck me now?” you ask, watching as his eyes flick up to yours. 

He falls forward, aligning himself with your entrance before pausing. He looks up. “What if—what if this doesn’t work?” You frown, confused for a second. Right, the crystal. He was really into this little game. Was he…implying he wanted to fuck you again. Setting it up for another try at breaking this ‘curse’... all before he’d even got his cock in you. 

“We’ll try again.” 

Right answer, apparently. He taps his cock against you once, twice, then presses forward—a low moan escaping him as he bottoms out. He grabs your hips, lifting you off the bed so he can fuck into you—zero build up. You watch as he uses you, brows drawn together in concentration. You bask in it for a moment, the feeling of him fucking you deep. Then you miss it, the power. 

“Minho,” you say, voice uneven from his hard thrusts. He pauses, looking down at you, eyes hooded. “Let me see your cock.” 

He frowns, mouth opening and closing—like he wants to say something but can’t find the words. His hands still grip you hard, holding you to his hips. Then, “Why?” 

“We’re trying to fix the curse, right?.” 

“I—”

“Lie down,” you instruct, interrupting him. 

He pulls himself free of you, lowering you onto the bed surprisingly gently. You sit up as he lies down on his back, cock pointing towards the ceiling. You sit over one of his thighs, his warm skin pressed to your bare cunt. 

He looks up to you from where he rests against the pillow, a look of awe on his face. You reach for the bottle of lube, opening the bottle to begin pouring it over his cock as you begin speaking. “What do you think about? When you get hard…” you ask, being overly generous with the cold slippery liquid. 

“Uh…”

“We wanna figure this thing out, yeah? I need all the info.”  

You lean forward, gently touching his slit with the tip of your finger—pretending to inspect him thoroughly. You make sure your breath brushes his skin. “Fu-uck,” he stutters, hip rising off the bed a little. You’re jostled on his thigh, the muscle tensing against your cunt. “You’re torturing me, little dove.” 

“I’m curing you, remember?” 

“Just let me fuck you, yeah? That’ll fix it.” 

“You didn’t seem sure…”

“I’m sure. It’ll work. Just need your cunt.” 

You move your mouth directly over his tip, lips almost brushing against him. “You sure it’s my cunt it needs?” 

He throws his head back against the pillow, hips attempting to lift off the bed again—his tip brushing your lips before you can pull back. “God, fuck. Yeah, your cunt. Need your cunt,” he mutters. 

You climb over him, sinking down his length with no warning. His hands come up to grasp your waist, holding you down. “Like this?” you ask. 

He nods, mouth hanging open. He’s still holding you down, cock buried deep. You press your hands to his chest, leaning forward. “You’ll have to let me move if I’m going to fuck you,” you whisper. He releases you, hands dropping to his sides to grip the bed sheets. Then you move, rolling your hips as you lift and drop your weight down his cock. 

You have to stop yourself leaning forward and pressing your mouth to his, tempted by his plump upper lip. That’d be too much, pushing this little game too far. You watch his face as you fuck him. His eyes are tightly closed—allowing you the liberty to indulge in that temptation, at least. 

His cock pushes through your walls perfectly, filling the emptiness you hadn’t satisfied in months. You look over to the bedside table where the pink crystal sits prettily, looking perfectly at home amongst your belongings. A low moan pulls your attention back to the man underneath you.

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble and i got carried away and then i was at 3k. i could easily make this longer if people like this enough. let me know!

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ruby hi!!! massive congrats on your milestone, i can't think of anyone more deserving of love than you my dear <33 i'm loving the sights and scenes of hawkins so far, may i request a trip down to lover's lake ❤️‍🔥 "i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me" from list five with mr loverboy steve harrington? thank you so much love uu and congrats again!!

KAIT HI!!!!! i'm so glad ur enjoying hawkins m'dear and lover's lake with mr. steve harrington? that one's a dreamboat you're a lucky lady hehe <3 thank u thank u im literally giving u a big KISS rn ur so nice to me- i really hope u like this ! i manipulated the prompt a bit & omg accidentally used loverboy u got into my head this so is written for u

Robin's been keeping count of how many times Keith will ask Steve, in a single shift, to re-organise the front display due to inadequacy. That's the word Keith uses. Says it in that terrible drawl in his throat and with those lifeless eyes that don't seem to care when Steve's eye twitches after he's been asked for the third time.

Steve seriously thinks about kicking the entire display to shit.

He nearly does, just to stick it to Keith and permanently his cheeto-dusted fingertips and greasy mop for hair. God, Keith brings out the worst in him. Steve's honestly just stalling at this point, considering he's got about 15 minutes left of this shift. He busies his hands. Doesn't give the perpetually lurking Keith a chance to drag him into some other mindless job.

The 15 minutes crawl by. He's shrugging off his vest 2 mins out, specifically avoiding Keith's gaze as he maneuvers into the break room quickly.

"You're not finished yet, Harrington!" Keith's grating voice follows him in. Steve doesn't let it phase him, gathering his personal items from the employee room without a pause. He can sense Keith behind him in the doorway like a fucking vampire, some villainous presence hovering nearby.

"I could write you up for that, you know that." A crispy crunch. He's still snacking, even as he berates Steve in that bored tone; Steve wonders if today's the day to pick this fight with him. Really considers it. He ends up just clenching his jaw and watching the clock as it ticks over into sweet, sweet free time.

"Sure, Keith. Whatever you say." He grinds out, not even attempting pleasantries. There's a tight smile on his face but it might be a grimace for all Steve cares. He pushes past him and heads for the door.

"Hey Buckley," There it is again, that drawl that drives Steve nuts. "Can you check the front display? Undoubtedly, your Neanderthal friend will have found a way to mess it up and I'm not staying behind to fix it again."

Steve doesn't need to know what Neanderthal means to know when someone's calling him an idiot. He catches the start of Robin's furious glare, whipping towards her manager, but it disappears from view as he pushes out the door. Too hard. It slams against its hinges with a bang.

The steps rush up to meet his feet as he dashes down them. It's all muscle memory, opening the car door, turning the ignition, reversing out of the Family Video parking lot. The road gets swallowed beneath the car as he drives, a titch too fast than the speed limit warrants. Doesn't matter, Steve knows there's a remedy for his bad mood waiting at home.

You're in the kitchen when he gets in the door. He can tell from your shoes, left strewn halfway across the hall and outside the door to the kitchen, like you'd remembered to take them off at the last second. He toes them to the side with a small smile.

You must be in the middle of fixing a cup of something as there's something in your hand that tinks! gently, a teaspoon against porcelain.

Steve leans against the door frame and drinks his fill of love. Watching you be content as ever in his home, haloed in the setting sunlight through the windows, is a special sort of soothe on his soul. He's not sure he'll ever get used to it; or that he wants to.

Steve takes a breath in, thinks back to when you said love? well, love smells like your shampoo to me once, and thinks now that love must smell like the hot chocolate cradled in your hands. Love smells like you in the kitchen, waiting for him to come home.

You turn, catching sight of him. "Steve!"

His chest turns that bit lighter at your excited voice. He smiles and it comes easy. "Hi, sweetheart."

You cross the room to him, abandoning your steaming mug and Steve's arms are already open by the time you reach him. You slide up onto your toes, arms circling his neck, and you're pleasantly surprised when Steve ducks down and buries himself in your neck, his arms around your waist.

"Missed you," He mumbles and releases a sigh. His arms tighten, pulling you closer.

"Missed you too, Steve." You tell him truthfully, running your hand over the back of his head soothingly. You're like a balm to scorched skin, any fleeting bad feelings scampering at your reassuring touches. "Everything okay?"

Steve dredges his head out of his hiding place, staying close. His nose nuzzles against the length of your own, his eyes tired and affectionate.

"Mm." is the non-committal answer he gives you. He presses forward, lips seeking yours but you dodge them and give him a little frown.

"Everything okay?" You check, repeating the question. Steve can't be mad at your insistence, even though you're depriving him of kisses at the current moment. His thumb swipes along your ribcage impatiently.

"I've just... had a terrible day at work," he admits with a sigh. "So, just kiss me? Please."

And how could deny such a sweet request like that? Not when he sounds like your kisses could cure all his ails, could make any bad day a good one.

"Of course, loverboy," you breathe with a grin, eyes searching his face for the usual blush that arises at the pet name. He doesn't disappoint. Cheeks pink and lips even pinker, you tighten your arms around his neck and kiss him warmly. Steve gleefully tastes chocolate on your lips.

"Any time," you murmur when you pull back, and you mean it. Steve takes you up on that without a moment's hesitation.

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#LOVERBOY STEVE HARRINGTON THE MAN THAT U ARE #this had more plot than soft im sorry #but no im not my goal with these blurbs is to GO with the first idea i have #but i would give him so many kisses to make him feel better #thank u kait for sending one in!!!!! #MWAH MWAH MWAH BABEY I LOVE YA #ruby writes steve #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb! #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #now its beddie byes bruv #i've got work tomorrow earlyyyyy

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How would mahir and halim react if reader gives them both a gift for idk valentines day

Hahaha but like they don't get it??? Y/n is all like "Well, I love all my friends! So im giving everyone chocolates?" And its not just them she's passing out these gifts to, no no. She's giving it to her entire friend group, which apparently is the entire fucking world???

Earlier they were just jealous of each other, but now they're jealous of everyone else because apparently you only think of them as common friends? Are they not special? Do they need to show you how important you are to them for you to realise that they are not like everyone else?

Halim is spending millions on getting you all sorts of gifts, designer bags, jewellery, fancy dinner, etc etc.

Mahir is using his tech company to get dirt on all your friends to make them leave you alone, before using more tech stuff to see what you really want for a gift.

They're both surprised when you end up inviting them out for lunch, thinking you've finally come to your senses about your feelings for them. What they weren't expecting was that you invited BOTH of them at the same time, much less to a food stall at the side of a street.

They both look so out of place, coming in their luxury cars, wearing branded clothes in a place where everyone is ogling them like they either want to steal their stuff or do unspeakable things to them.

But all of those thoughts diminish when you wave them over, and they walk towards you- in front of the vendor that was selling some gol gappas.

It wasn't exactly the most hygienic place, but Halim immeadiately started eating with you just to one up on Mahir, only for the latter to roll his eyes and eat a few slowly. It was only a few minutes later when you began coughing, your throat burning from the spicy and sour sauces. Taking your plate away from you, Mahir told you to stop eating anymore unless you want to end up getting sick, while Halim was rubbing your back, secretly throwing some money at the vendor and hinting at him to not give you anymore.

"How could I end up sick from these? I've been eating them for years! Maybe you'll get sick since it's your first time around here" you chuckled.

The three of you began walking down the street to window shop at the local bazaar, but the mem you were with were very aware of anything that catches your eye. Jhumkas? Mahir bought them (and immeadiately thought of ways of modifying them to place trackers in them). Bangles? Halim not only buys them, but slides them on your soft wrists, smiling gently. You're trying to buy something for them to before finally spotting some gajras (flower bangles? Idk) and while you're bargaining with the vendor, the two of them are standing your side like guard dogs, glaring at anyone and everyone, especially the pervs that would try staring at you (but they'd immeadiately cover your form by standing in front of you.)

Overall, they considered it a date, even if u didn't know u were on one💀💀

Halim and Mahir^

#yandere halim #yandere mahir #yandere oc #yandere ocs #Yandere halim shah #yandere mahir jahangir #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x #yandere x you

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Forgotten sorrows

Chapter 3

Fae!Soap X Female Reader

We see things from Soap's perspective as he navigates through his growing feelings.

Warnings: MDNI, suggestive language, dark themes, manipulation, mention of abuse and trauma, MDNI, sorry if I missed any.

I was going to make this alot angstier but I decided to pace myself and do that for the next chapter. This chapter isn't that dark but it still touches up on sensitive topics. The witch best friend makes a brief appearance at the end but I'll definitely be writing alot more of her in the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams I feature alot of their Oc characters in my writing.

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Soap's Pov 

"So what are you in the mood for?", Gaz says leaning against someone's car. "A painter?, actor?, writer?, there's a whole buffet layed out for you here, ya lucky bastard", he says keeping his eyes peeled for some sad naive soul to sink his teeth into. 

"Ah'm not too fussed ah just wannae eat"

Soap looks around the festival searching for an easy meal after his latest strings of failed…encounters to put it nicely. Artists these days were so difficult to exploit, it was like beating a dead horse for crumbs. His appetite wasn't what it used to be, even with completed artwork the hunger would return soon after. He needed someone naive and ready to churn out art like their life depended on it. Just so he could feel satiated for a while before finding his next victim. 

"I don't think I'll find much here, but the costumes are funny to rate on their accuracy", Gaz sighs

Soap hums as he locks eyes on a pretty little comical fairy walking in with a theater group. He could hear her voice from here. He watched as she easily got roped into a raffle scam at the entrance as her group walked to the stage. He laughs as she buys several tickets. Probably thinking luck was on her side. This was as good a sign as any to make his entrance. 

Gaz took the hint to go off to do his own thing while Soap went to hunt. Ensnaring her was one of the easiest things he's ever done. A few compliments here, a few longing touches there had her in the palm of his hands in seconds. Her naivety was honestly concerning how unguarded she was in regards to everything. Almost as if she knew she'd be taken care of in the end. But Soap didn't mind, he just wanted to feed. She was all too eager to share her binder of plays and her dreams of them reaching Broadway. She had potential, he'd give her that. She was also very much willing to work herself to the ground to achieve her goals. As well as using any available resources near her. Which was exactly what he was looking for. 

He got his hooks into her before she had to leave to meet her sister and quite a few for that matter. He had more hooks in her than the minutes he spent talking to her. But that just meant he could consume her in a shorter period of time. He kept an eye on her to make sure no other Fae tried to take what was his. It was then that he saw you working your little stall with all sorts of art pieces cluttering your display. You had a pleasant air about you, something very comforting. He saw you fret over your sister's naivety and try to school her in basic knowledge. You had a glint in your beautiful eyes. One that he rarely saw anymore. He could feel the love and intent behind each one of your pieces as if you made them with specific people in mind. People who needed love, people who needed care. The pieces attracted those who lacked in those aspects and you sold them with gratitude. He was so occupied with you he didn't realise his little pink fairy had left. But he couldn't stop himself from watching you from afar. There was just something off about you. Like you were cloaked in an imaginary veil. Like your true self was hidden. Gaz had brought Ghost for a chat after meeting him while exploring, with Love, Liebling and Konig trailing behind with food in their hands. Liebling kept her distance with Konig shielding her from Soap's view and vice versa. The whole time talking to them he couldn't keep his sights away from you for more than a couple seconds. Everyone seemed to have noticed. Gaz made a passing remark about him burning through his artists like cigarettes. 

Love had a mischievous look in her eyes and wanted to investigate whether to tease Soap at a later date or just to mess up his chances with his new artist, so she dragged Ghost with Konig and Liebling trailing behind to go look at the stall and get more information. Soap watched from afar to see what she was up to, not trusting her unpredictable behaviour. He often wondered how Ghost dealt with her, but was also jealous he found a life partner before him. It was actually unbelievable if he thought about it. Ghost had been alone for years refusing any interaction with humans unless it had to do with him feeding. It took Soap a really long time to get Ghost to consider him an acquaintance let alone a friend. But he decided not to dwell on his relationships right now, he was more concerned with what Love was about to do with you. He already had your sister in his grasp; so he wasn't planning on pursuing you as of yet. Maybe not ever. He just found you intriguing, he tried to convince himself.

He saw you tense up the second they were in a miles radius from you. Like a switch had flipped sending you into fight, flight or freeze mode. You definitely froze at the first glimpse you got of Ghost like a deer in headlights. You recovered quickly and put back on a professional smile while trying to keep calm. It was entertaining seeing you tremble as you painted Love's portrait as Ghost kept his eyes on you. It was even funnier when that seer approached your stand with her giant of a boyfriend trailing behind her like a love sick puppy after Ghost had showed off the portrait you painted. You looked like you wanted to run and hide or possibly faint but kept up appearances. You were smart and never thanked them, it seemed like you had some knowledge in regards to interacting with Fae. You held yourself with grace even in difficult situations, it was admirable for a human. Most would have ran away. Getting hooks in you would prove to be difficult, he thought. So your sister will have to do, to satiate his growing hunger.

He found his little pink fairy at the food stall and offered to buy her snacks while he continued to chat her up. A little longer goes by and he feels that same pleasant air he felt watching you, this time much closer. He sees you looking around and finally setting your eyes on your sister who was eating up every last word he was saying to her. You approach out of breath panting. And your sister introduces him to you while she continues to chat to him but he wasn't paying attention. He couldn't take his eyes off you, even though he tried. He thought you were pretty from afar but seeing you close up was a whole different story. All kinds of unholy thoughts were running through his dirty mind. He couldn't help himself picturing you beneath him in your current state with a flushed expression and out of breath. Moaning and begging him for his touch, his lips, his tongue. He caught your not so subtle stare at his lips which he smirked at seeing you get even more embarrassed.

He saw you hurriedly introduce yourself before your sister could give out your name. Faoi Rún? translating to confidential in Irish, he smirks at your antics. Just Rún had many translations but he assumed you meant a 'secret', when you told him to address you as such. Weren't you a pretty little smart ass he thought. Maybe you needed a lesson in manners. One he'd be more than happy to provide. Picturing you bent over his lap squirming trying to escape as he paints your ass different shades of colours, while you whimper and cry for him to stop. He could feel blood rushing to his cock, he needed to quickly navigate his thinking elsewhere. So he settled on asking you some questions. 

You were quick and concise with anything you answered not giving any room for follow ups. The complete opposite of your sister who liked sharing every detail under the sun about herself and her work. It only took him a couple of minutes at the start before he had gotten her full name. He saw you chew your lips as you were deep in thought, probably thinking of a way to get rid of him. He could see the weariness in your eyes and the fear. Like you already knew what he was about to attempt to do. It didn't matter though once he successfully isolated his victims away from friends and family it was an easy game to play. You'd get fed up eventually and stop trying to keep in contact, leaving your sister to be consumed by him. And he might just be able to get some hooks in you when you're grieving her loss.  Humans don't really think rationally when in pain or distress. A lot of great artwork is fuelled by sadness and grief so he might be in for a treat.

He left with your sister on that day, he thought about seducing her further but honestly he didn't even need to. She was one of the most gullible people he's ever met. She would believe anything he said and just feed off the compliments he gave her. Isolating her from her friends was fairly easy; they stopped trying to get in touch about two weeks in. He'd make her spend the majority of her time with him and ignore everyone else. You on the other hand didn't give up so easily. Which he wasn't too concerned about as long as you kept your distance. He'd pour his inspiration into your sister causing her to have manic episodes of hours or even days of just writing. She had already fed him 5 short plays, 3 skits and was working on a screenplay, this was 4 weeks in. He was satisfied with the way things were going until you showed up at her door. 

He was honestly vexed when he first saw you come in. It was a bad look for him considering your sister had just collapsed from exhaustion. And he was coincidentally there when her whole house was a mess. He couldn't really talk his way out of his involvement in the matter so he stayed silent after your initial outburst. Not really hiding his anger. You would have seen past it anyway, with being on high alert and all. Charming you would be even harder with your knowledge regarding Fae. So he stood by and watched you seethe in anger at him for the first few minutes. You were really protective of your sister, much to his annoyance. You eventually focused on cleaning away her apartment as quietly as possible not wanting to disturb her. He could see the worry and love radiating off you. He found you furrowing your brows and biting your lips quite often mumbling your frustration to yourself. He wanted to brush his fingers over your lower lip to relieve the pain you were causing yourself. He watched your body mesmerized by its movement wanting to pin you against the wall and make you tremble with his touch. Make you forget everything but him, causing pretty tears to stream down your face as the pleasure overwhelms you. Conjuring your warm body in his mind, pinned and tied to the bed, begging him in a soft voice to stop teasing you. Trailing his rough fingers across your sensitive skin, kissing and biting your neck leaving hickies and bruises in his wake. He didn't even bother hiding the fact he wanted to devour you. Maybe it would scare you off or even better if it would cause a rift in your relationship with your sister. If she viewed it as you trying to seduce him. He could definitely use his tenthers to sway her emotions to his side and convince her that you wanted to have him for yourself. He would catch you looking back at him wearily from time to time. He wanted to know so badly what those pretty eyes were hiding. But he needed to get a hold of himself. He needed to get you out of his head if he wanted to finish what he started. Maybe a brain be gone would help keep you away for a while until he finished up with her or he could go the more complicated route to create conflict between you two. The idea didn't seem so bad. He wanted to watch you break so badly, then finally put you back together piece by piece. 

He enjoyed watching you in a domestic setting, you milling around trying to get things in order. It was almost endearing if it wasn't for the fact you were interrupting his meal. As much as he wanted you, he wasn't in the mood to complicate what he had started. Your sisters was a sure meal, you on the other hand needed more time and finessing to obtain. He was tired of difficult prey especially after not receiving sustenance even after putting so much work into them. Nothing was fulfilling enough anymore, the hunger never leaves him. He wondered what his soul was yearning for if not art?

He watches you enter your sister's room as you go to gently arouse her from her sleep. You come back into the kitchen a little while later to set up the table. He fully expected you to tell him to leave since he wasn't welcome or needed here but to his surprise you set the table for three without saying a word. Your movements had care and intent behind them almost everything you do did. You set up a nice array of food and set it out on the table after heating it. Your sister had just entered then taking his attention away from you. He had to put up an act again, to present himself as the ever caring love interest not that there was any love involved. But he fawned over her making her believe he cared for her wellbeing which served to annoy you further. As your sister tried to convince you that it wasn't his fault she wasn't taking care of herself. You had offered the meal freely to him, though a bit reluctantly. Causing something warm to bloom in his stomach. He watched you take care of your sister to make sure she was well fed and hydrated while glancing at him from time to time. He found your care refreshing, he could tell you wanted to make sure he too was enjoying the meal you had provided even though you tried to act nonchalantly. He almost felt bad about his plan to ruin your sister and possibly your own life….almost. 

He had left soon after the dinner, sensing your glare. He ignored the Fae working at the front desk considering they were weak and harmless. They may have cowered slightly as he left the building. He smoked patiently on the side waiting for you to come out. He watched on as you finally did, blowing hot air into the chilly night. You were on edge for some reason and quickly made your way to your car. He realised why as you were pressed up against the car door by a boggart. Pesky creatures they were if you allowed yourself to feel fear that is. But you seemed determined to escape, maybe this would scare you enough from leaving your house for a while which would solve his own problem without him getting involved. But then he saw that thing trying to grab and undress you and everything turned red. Like a blood moon rising. His rage manifested around him like smoke and cobwebs. He was at the scene before he could stop himself. All he could think about was ripping that thing a new one. You had managed to throw it to the ground and stomp on its groin as he came into view. Your trembling, your scared face, your disgust at the creature fuelled him further to step on its neck as you watched in horror. But he didn't want to give it an easy death, no that would be unfair, that thing needed to learn a lesson. A lesson on not touching things that belonged to him. He leaned down to manifest the most blood curdling nightmarish vision he could conjure to plant in its mind. Its mouth opened in a silent scream from the pain and horror, as Soap snapped its neck before it could make any noise.

He watched as your mind descended into hell as you watched him approach after killing that monster. He saw you close your eyes in fear thinking he'd hurt you next. But how could he? Especially when you were trembling like a little wounded animal. Your breathing becoming labored and erratic. He cupped your face. His anger was still present but it wasn't directed at you; no it was directed at him for not being able to keep his emotions in check. For wanting to hold and comfort you while you trembled in his arms. But he needed to assert his dominance to make you fear him. That's exactly what he tried to do after getting you to open your eyes and made sure you weren't seriously hurt. He didn't want you thinking he cared for you in any sense. It backfired though because all fear seemed to evaporate from your body when he mentioned your sister. Your face grew stern and your backbone straightened. You looked like you were about to claw at his face so he decided to tap your mind away before you could try. He grabbed you as you passed out bringing you back to your condo. Surprisingly he was let in even with the Rowan branch hanging from your door, maybe because he wished you no harm in that moment he just wanted you to mind your own business and stop interfering with his food source. 

He placed you gently on the bed and was about to leave when he came across your work room. He couldn't help but enter. You had many unfinished projects lying around but the ones that were finished almost felt like they were brimming with life and emotions. He traced his fingers on your recent paintings, they all conveyed a similar emotion, the pursuit of knowledge, a need to discover and unearth, a desire to learn and grow. He felt it in each brushstroke, your emotions were so embedded within it was hard to look away. But he managed to come to his senses and left to go back home, not before glancing at your sleeping form one last time. He needed to come up with a backup plan if you decided to remain a thorn in his side. 

And a thorn you remained. He had received a text in the afternoon from Love when you had entered that seer's shop with your sister who had many of his recognizable hooks in her. In comparison to you who had absolutely no hooks at all. It was odd the first time he had noticed. He had chalked it up to you being a sink (as in a person with no magic so tethers just slipped off you) but that wasn't accurate since he did feel some magic from you just not alot. Maybe you were just an odd little human who didn't like being tethered.

Love said something along the lines of his food being taken away by an odd fae with magic that was a little all over the place. He wondered what Fae had the gall to try to take what was his. The description matched you. Which seemed ridiculous, he had just met you yesterday you had absolutely no trace of fae magic on you. Love may have just texted to annoy him. But his brain be gone didn't work if you were with your sister. Thinking back on it now you were wearing your Rowan choker so that may have been the reason why it didn't work. He was foolish to ignore that but again he wasn't thinking straight that night. You had a way with consuming his thoughts. He needed to see for himself what the situation was. You were becoming more and more difficult to deal with. He might have to resort to more hostile methods to get you to leave. So he texted your sister to meet so he could get the situation under control again. 

He sees you from afar as he walks into the park. There's definitely magic in the air around you. Your magic was indeed all over the place; most likely governed by your emotions it seemed. Even Fae children were taught to control their magic better than you. After you started setting up the picnic blanket in a relatively secluded area, the air around you seemed to calm down. You probably felt safer away from people's watchful eyes. Soap didn't understand though, how you were able to go from hiding your magic completely to having zero control over it now. The only explanation would be if you had purposely hid your identity and now whatever magic you used wasn't working anymore. At least your appearance was mostly human so no one would be alarmed if they saw you in Fae form. He watched you with curiosity as you didn't seem to notice him approaching. You were too occupied with the arrangement of the food and your sister ignoring your questions to feel eyes roaming your body. Only when you heard his voice did you turn around to glare at him as your sister went to hug him. All the warmth and love you had held a second ago vanished. The magic in the air spiked as your emotional state because somewhat unstable.

"Ye put in quite th' effort 'ere", he says dodging your sister smoothly once he sees the iron ring on her finger a gift from you most likely. You just glare up at him as he smirked seeing your discomfort at his arrival. Your sister goes on about getting to know each other better which you ignore as your continued glaring. You clearly weren't happy to see him as you look at your sister for answers.

"This was supposed to be a picnic for the two of us", you whisper to your sister. She just shrugs saying the more people the better, and that she wanted you to get to know her boyfriend better. Though he didn't remember ever saying that they were official, but didn't bother to correct her since it served to annoy you further. For the next few minutes you didn't say anything while you continued to unpack the picnic as your sister swooned over Soaps every last word. You were trying desperately to keep your magic in check not wanting to draw more unwanted attention. The bitter taste of betrayal was sitting on your tongue but you didn't want to say anything to ruin this picnic with your sister so you stayed quiet. 

Once everything was layed out your sister eagerly offered Soap some sandwiches and juice saying she put a lot of effort in making them. He caught the lie immediately but feigned ignorance. There was no trace of her care in the sandwiches or snacks. He could only feel yours as you continued to look busy getting your sketchbook out. He didn't want to get accidentally hooked to you by eating the food you made so said he wasn't all that hungry and he just wanted to spend time with your sister. Which caught your attention. 

"We don't put a price or repayment on food, eat freely, my sister would feel upset if you denied her hospitality", you say devoid of emotions very deep in thought. 

"Please eat something, I worked so hard to prepare all this", she says, scooting closer to him trying to graze his arm with the hand that had the iron ring on it. He moved away swiftly avoiding contact.

"Sorry lass, ah have ae nasty iron allergy, can't have ye touchin' me with that ring on".

She didn't even question what he said before she was slipping that ring off. "Oh! My bad! Let me take it off right now", you look at your sister with shock as you subconsciously rub the fingers you had used to put on the iron ring her. How could she just believe everything he said so easily!? Soap smirks at your reaction. You watch as your sister goes to offer him food again as she moves even closer to him. Not knowing what else to do you place your yellow primroses at the center of the picnic blanket where everyone could smell the sweet scent. The smell reached Soaps nose and he felt a headache coming on but he kept his composure as everyone ate and enjoyed the picnic. The smell paired with your sister's non stop talking was chipping away at his composure. He was finding it difficult to maintain his loving persona. He glanced at you while maintaining a tedious conversation with your sister who just wanted to talk about her prospects in becoming famous from her writing, also expressing interest in writing movies scripts. He smiled and nodded as you caught his gaze on you. You seemed on edge with your magic swirling around you as good as an indicator. You looked at him wearily waiting for something to happen or maybe for him to drop his mask. You glanced around the park gauging the danger he could possibly pose in public, probably thinking he wouldn't do much with so many people around. Which you were right about, he wasn't going to cause a scene in public. You were still on edge about your last encounter with him. 

"I'm going to go over there for a bit to sketch", you tell your sister who was practically burrowing herself into Soap's side. She just nods as she continues to talk to Soap. You make your way towards a bunch of wild flowers as Soap watches your figure leave. He couldn't stand her talking anymore and that smell of the primroses was getting nauseating. He needed to get away for a bit to gain some sanity back. So he buttered up your sister with compliments and inspiration and told her to write down a couple of scenes she wanted to include in the screenplay she was writing. She immediately went into a daze getting out her notebook to write whatever was coming into her mind. Soap slipped away a little bit later when she was too occupied to notice his absence. 

He scanned the area wondering where you wandered off to. He saw you crouched down to the level of a small group of children who were probably asking you to draw something for them. You had a gentle smile on your face as you drew whatever the kids asked for, as soap watched. He slowly approached, not wanting to disturb your little moment. You had your guard down smiling to yourself as you drew. The air around was light and your magic seemed to swirl around you and the children affectionately. He has never seen you smile so gently, definitely not at him anyway. He was right behind you as you handed the last drawing to a little child who just happened to be a Fae. The child smiled at you and handed you a stone with a hole in it. You tried saying you didn't require a gift in exchange for the drawing but the child insisted and ran off to go play with their friends before you could protest. Soap watched you turn the rock in your hand inspecting it. Your magic was still swirling around you, it had an almost childlike innocence to it. Soap couldn't help but reach out and feel it run through his fingers. You jolted when you felt him touch your magic and stood up abruptly turning around to face him. Your gentle smile was gone and you were on high alert again. You eyed his wearily wondering why he had followed you. 

"It's ae hagstone", he says pointing to the rock in your hand. You look at it and lift it up to your eye and see if you can see anything different from the hole. You watch the children in the distance but nothing changes. You can only gather fleeting glimpses of peculiarity nothing different from your eyesight now. Soaps eyes you with curiosity wondering why you'd bother looking through the stone when all Fae have the sight to see the otherworld. Though you didn't come across as any other typical Fae. You didn't have hooks. Not even small ones. You gave things too freely for it to be considered normal. Even if you had lived mostly as a human for god knows how long. Most human he knew as least let tethers hook into them when they do someone a favour or give someone a gift. You wouldn't even allow that. Not every tether was meant to be repaid or cashed in. They often just served as a bond of trust between two people. Something you lacked. Your scent and magic operated slightly differently as well from normal Fae. It was very much dominant on your emotional state. Your scent had changed the second Soap had touched your magic. It went from a light sweet scent, like freshly baked goods to something a lot more dense, something a lot darker but the sweetness didn't completely leave. There was something intoxicating about the smell of your arousal and fear mixed together which had him leaning into the air around you, while you were distracted by the rock. You turned to look at Soap again when you felt his breath on your neck. A shiver ran down your spine bringing back the naughty thoughts you had when you first met him. You refuse to meet his eyes not wanting to fall into a rabbit hole of hedonistic thoughts.

"Fae don't need that tae see….something wrong with yer eyes?". 

You don't respond as you put the rock in one of your pockets and make your way towards the wild flowers again. He follows you waiting for you to respond which you weren't going to do. You were still on edge but it was controlled now. Soap could see you trying to keep your composure as he watched you sketch the wildflowers, stopping to inspect them sometimes. You crouched down beside them as you take a closer look at the flower petals trying to understand their texture. Soap watches you with intrigue as he sees you imbed your emotions into every line on the paper. 

"Say, why don't we make an exchange?". You look at him confused as he crouches down beside you. 

"Ah will give ye some valuable info in exchange fur a drawing?"

"Valuable to whom?", you fire back. 

"Ye'll find out once ye know", he gives you his best boyish smirk. 

"I'll pass", you say standing up to move away from him. But he grabs your arm pulling you back towards him. You collide with his chest as he holds you close by your arms. He looks into your eyes deeply feeling your breath on his face as you look up at him shocked. All he could think about in that moment was smashing his lips onto your. Consuming the breath within your lungs as he pulled you against his body. But he knew you'd never give in so easily to him, so he controlled his urges. You two stay like that for a bit until he grabs you a little tighter when you try to escape his hold. 

"Don't do that Bonnie", he says rubbing your arms up and down making you shiver from the unfamiliar touch. "Ah just haven't had a decent meal in a while, nae tae say yer sandwiches weren't lovely, they're just nae what ah typically feed aff", he says almost seeming innocent. 

"Think o' it as feeding the ducks" he smiles genuinely down at you. 

You gently pull away from him contemplating what he said. You could never refuse feeding someone when it was well within your means. You'd betray yourself if you did. You turn to a new page in your sketchbook thinking of what to draw. When a funny idea popped into your head. You draw a duck with a surprising likeness to him. You draw him with his signature mohawk feeding on a baguette. As you're finishing up the drawing you can't help but laugh to yourself at the absurdity of the drawing you were about to give him. Soap watches hold in a laugh as you draw, your walls not so high anymore. It was nice seeing you in this state. He wanted to see what you'd give him without him having to pour inspiration into you. He watches you move your pencil with intent and purpose creating something solely for him. You gingerly hand him the drawing when you were done trying to hide a mischievous smile on your face as you look at his reaction. 

He takes the drawing not feeling any hooks imbed into him. You really were an anomaly. A hearty chuckle leaves his mouth as he finally looks at what you've given him. It was him in duck form chomping away at a baguette. You took his comment literally it seems. It's definitely the first time someone had drawn him in duck form, usually they prefer to draw his handsome face or toned body. He liked your mischievous side, it just gave him more incentive to want to 'punish' you. You smiled at his reaction thinking you did a good job at catching him off guard. Something warm settled in his stomach the longer he looked at the comical drawing. And seeing you smiled just made everything so much better. 

"It's no Van Gogh but ah will gratefully accept it", he smiles to himself enjoying the moment. 

The air suddenly shifts and your mood takes a sudden dip. Soap feels the change as he looks up from the paper. Your eyes are trained on your sister who is writing feverishly, you turn back towards him with hurt written on your face. Which you quickly mask with anger. The moment you two were sharing was quickly ruined. 

"Let her go, I've already fed you", you say, keeping your voice eerily calm. But your magic was ready to attack him any second. You felt stupid for letting your guard down, especially knowing what kind of Fae he was. The air had shifted back to being that of anger and mistrust. Soap felt a sense of loss at the warmth he was just feeling a moment ago. He retreated back into his other persona, one that usually was very effective at putting fear in people.  He put on a nonchalant air about himself as he simply nodded. 

"Ah suppose ye'r right, ah will let her go today since ye wur so kind tae feed me", he says while withdrawing his magic from your sister. 

You don't say anything else as you make your way towards her, she stops writing when you approach her and ask her if she's ok. She nods and says she just had a burst of inspiration she had to use to write down things for her screenplay. Soap not wanting to cause further tension decided to leave without saying goodbye to either of you. He tucked in the precious piece of paper he held into his jacket as he walked off. You watch him leave as your sister comes out of her daze. She immediately asks where he went and you tell her he had a personal emergency and had to leave. And that he had probably said goodbye to her but she might have not noticed it when she was in her 'writing zone'. She simply nods as you pack up the picnic and walk her back to her apartment. You ended up giving her the primroses telling her you forgot you didn't have any balcony room to keep more plants so it would be better if she kept them at her place. She was happy to receive the sweet smelling flower as you left to go back to your place. 

You get home and unpack all your groceries as you decide what to bake for your best friend when you go visit her in an hour or two. You settle on blueberry muffins and go about your kitchen gathering ingredients. The baking served to calm you after your long stressful day. It took your mind off everything else as you focused solely on what you were doing. With the muffins in the oven you move toward the little gift you had bought your best friend, she would never let you pay for the tea or other things she would give you so you'd just leave her little gifts whenever you'd go to visit. This time you had found high quality saffron at the local spice shop. You thought it would come in handy in her spells if not she could use it in her cooking. You go to get some wrapping paper and ribbon to make the container look pretty and presentable. Once everything is done you pack the muffins away as you make your way to your car. 

The drive over was relatively short since she didn't live too far away. But for some reason you felt an overwhelming feeling of guilt and sadness take over you. You stood at the front gate frozen for a few seconds not sure what to do anymore. The day was extremely taxing, especially trying to keep your magic in check. It was around four pm and the sun was still shining and the autumn leaves were swaying on the ground. You entered through the iron gate closing it behind you brushing off the slight sting. The wards engulfed you in an instant, like a warm hug from a loved one. Tears began streaming down your face uncontrollably. You finally felt safe again, not realising you were in flight or fight mode all this time. A warm feeling settled in your chest letting you know everything was going to be ok. You walk towards her front door on shaky legs. You knock twice waiting for her to open the door. You hear movement around the cottage and finally hear the door unlatch. She stares at you shocked, not expecting you to show up with red teary eyes. You stand a bit awkwardly trying to calm your tears as you hold up the container with muffins in it. 

"I brought you muffins", you say shyly wiping your tears away. She just stares for a second trying to comprehend the situation that was unfolding in front of her. 

"Your seal broke", she says finally ushering you in. 

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Hihihi! Tan we pwease get another chapter of Little Bunny? Maybe where Bunny shows up at da Byers’ in da middle of da night u’cuz their famiwy was bein’ mean, or yellin? An Will & El & Joyce can kinda calm Bunny down u’cuz dey know how ta take care of little ones, but Hop is jus standin dere, half asweep like🧍🏻‍♂️an doesn’ know whas goin on, an Will has ta call Gare ta calm Bunny down, an Bunny ends up goin’ ta Gares house, or Gare an Bunny stay at da Byers’? Fank you, I lobs you! 🫶🏻

Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Four) (Blurb)

Sleepover Emergency

Gareth Emerson X Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used) / Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - family issues (described vaguely, but really not explained in detail. there is mention of police reports from before they moved to Hawkins though.), yelling mentioned, eating mentioned, byers family chaoticness, crying, feelings of being scared mentioned, long cold walk ... FOUND FAMILY, HUGS, FLUFF AFTER THE ANGST, LOVE

Notes - I've been in a writting mood latley and missed this series so I thought I'd drop this here for Y'all. I hope you like it, and I hope my writting hasn't changed too much in the time I've been gone! (Also while I do follow the prompt for the most part, O have put my own spin on it etc)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this account, SFW

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During the day September air was chilly but not cold, light sweaters everyone's preferred "coat" to keep warm. But the night grew cold, the wind wiping around, leaves flying and twirling in the air. Y/n had rushed to get out of their house, the pj's they had on even less warm then what they wore to school. But even as they're teeth began to chatter slightly, goosebumps rising on their arms, they knew they made the right decision.

The Byer's house was usually an eight minute walk, the bus stop twelve, but in the dark with scary noises stalling them the walk ended up being twenty. When the wooden door came into view, and they walked up the step a breath of relief was puffed before they began knocking. The action hardly made a sound but Joyce was known to have "mom ears" that could hear anything even in a deep sleep.

"Hello." She whispered in an effort to not scare the timid Y/n who's cheeks were painted with tears. "Come in." Her hand landed on Y/n's back in a protective move, her head jutting out the door to look down the street expecting to see a car driving off, yet all she was met with was the silent and cold night. "Did you walk here?" Joyce's voice grew more frantic as she looked over the poor kid for any injuries, her hands meeting freezing skin.

Before Y/n could defend their case a warm blanket was wrapped around them and the name 'Hopper' was being yelled out around them. Joyce didn't leave Y/n's side as they continued to cry, every family member awoken from the commotion now in the livingroom with wide eyes.

"What's going one?" El asked as she slowly walked towards Y/n, her hand landing on their shoulder in a show of support.

"I'm not sure." Joyce voiced, her eyes meeting an even more confused hopper. "They walked here Jim, walked."

Hopper knew who Y/n was, Gareth had told him everything there was to know about them. Including the life they had at home, an aunt who only kept them around for the money the government offered. Y/n had to do everything on their own and pay for everything on their own, and for that reason the poor kid was on Hopper's radio. He vowed the first time he hear of some sort of altercation, commotion, or disruption from the house he would intervene. He just never expected them to show up on his doorstep.

"Call the Gareth," He said to will. "Get another blanket from the linen closet," He ordered Jonathan. "El why don't you see if we have a seepingbag downstairs." Each kid rushed off to do their tasks. "What's going on kid?" Hopper then turned his attention to a shivering Y/n.

"Sh- She said no," A sob broke through. "No more." They shook their head and tried their best to wipe their tears off their cheeks. "I can't go back." They pulled in a deep breath trying to calm themself down.

"It's okay sweetie." Joyce offered a lopsided smile, rubbing her hands up and down trying to warm them up. "We've got you."

"I'm going to head to the station to write up a few things then head over to get their stuff." Hopper's voice was direct but sympathetic, wishing he had done something sooner hating that this poor kid could have avoided the cold walk and most likely harsh talk back at their aunts house.

"M' stuff?" They cried again.

"Yeah kid, you're stuff." The jingle of his keys filled in the silence. "There's no way I'm letting you go back, I've seen the reports, I'm not failing you too." Y/n opened their mouth to say something but Hopper cut in before they could say anything. "Here kid, you'll stay here."

"Yay!" El chimed in as she carried in a huge bundle. "I've always wanted bunk beds!" The grin on her face was genuine.

Y/n was silent, though a huge smile was plastered on their face at the kindness these people were showing them. They hadn't ever felt like this before, so supported. Y/n assumed they would maybe get to sleepover for the night until their aunt caved and took them back, or they got sent away. Yet everyone around them was talking about them staying for forever it seemed.

"Are you hungry at all?" Joyce asked, Y/n shaking their head 'no'.

"He's here." Jonathan called from the front window, the distinct bright lights of Gareth's car showing through the curtains. "Hey man." He opened the door, the two of them talking quietly, no doubt Jonathan updating Gareth on the situation.

Gareth nodded before taking in the room, Y/n standing and still shivering, Joyce stressed, and the twins stuck with unknowing looks on their faces. "Hi bunny." Gareth whispered as he got closer to Y/n, Joyce taking a step back and giving the kids some space, her and Jonathan slipping into the kitchen to make a few calls. "Let's sit down." His hands landed on Y/n's shoulders as he led them to the couch, plopping himself down before Y/n sat next to him, his arm wrapping around them instantly, their head falling to his shoulder.

"'m good." They whispered. "Right? 'm a good kid?" Their voice wavered, silent tears slipping down their cheeks. "She said I was bad." They whispered even quieter.

Gareth placed his chin atop their head, pulling them in closer, El's eyes tearing up and Will fidgeting with his hands. "Yeah, Bunny, you're a good kid." He felt his own tears begin to build, the way Bunny looked and sounded making his heart crumble a little. Everyone around them kept trying to tear them down, kids at school, people at home, he knew he needed to protect them, and clearly this hug was his first step.

"Hopper said he'll get Y/n's things this afternoon, and he'll bring them back here." She smiled, her eyes locking on Y/n's. "You can stay here as long as you need sweetie." Her voice was soft and her eyes teary too. "We can get a bunkbed and some extra things and you can share a room with El or Will."

"Me." El cut in, clearly offended that Will would even have the possibility of a roommate. El's hand landed on Y/n's shoulder in a supportive way, a huge smile on her face. "Sleepovers are fun."

"I don' wan' t' bother anyone, I can go." Y/n went to stand up but El sat her back down.

"You'll be staying here, you're apart of the family now. You won't be on your own anymore." Jonathan cut in this time, his big brother mode activated. Both of his siblings had gone through hell, and he hated to see it. He wouldn't let Y/n's hell continue either, no matter what he had to do.

So at 4am Y/n sat on the couch as everyone around them worked to get things in order for the time being, pancakes placed on the dining table for everyone, and not once were they left alone or left out. They were excited to welcome this new normal, this new family.

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Steve Randle

(Not my gif/please check them out, oh my god their gifs are amazing)(Requested by anonymous)

(Please note that I’m talking out of my ass with half of this car stuff.)

“Sounds like your fuel filter”

- Those were the first words Steve Randle had ever said to you: a casual sentence uttered at your window as your car stalled in the parking lot of some convenience store half your school had a habit of visiting whenever they needed a chocolate bar or pack of cigarettes. 

- You’d seen him around your school before but you’d never actually spoken to him: partially because you never really had a reason to and partially because he sort of scared you. Steve scared a lot of people and you were almost entirely certain that it was on purpose: if he didn’t want to, he’d try harder to look less mean; sort of like how he was looking at you right now. 

- Up close he was handsome, much more attractive than you ever pegged him to be, and you suddenly found yourself sort of glad the rest of your school thought he was mean.

- Your more judgmental friends; and perhaps even your parents, would have readily told you that he was trying to get your attention, that he wasn’t actually being nice and that he had an ulterior motive behind his words. That his interest in your car troubles was merely an attempt to get closer to you so that he could flirt with and try to chat you up like the greaser he was.

- Unfortunately for them, the thought excited you. 

“Sorry?” You’d responded to his comment, not exactly sure what he was saying. 

“Your fuel filter,” He repeated before he went on to explain. “See, your cars starting but it wont turn on; wont go anywhere. That's usually cause you gotta switch up the fuel filter.”

“Oh.” You said: mainly just to let him know that you were listening; even though you hardly knew what he was talking about. 

“Stay here. I got a couple in my car.” He told you; as if you were going anywhere. 

- He jogged over to his trunk and you watched as the greasers who were with him grinned and seemingly made jokes about his kindness. He shut them up with a good slap on the arm before returning back to you with a cylinder in hand, dropping down on his knee and fiddling around under your car for a minute before he pulled his hand up and rotated another cylinder around in your view. 

“That's yours. All that grimes giving you a hard time. You stick this one in there and it should start up no problem.” He explained, once again reaching under your car and fiddling around for a bit. 

“There. You should be good to go.” He informed you, getting up on his feet and holding your old fuel filter in his newly dirtied hands.

“Give that a try.” He nodded towards your ignition and you twisted the key, and just as he said, it started up perfectly.

- You beamed at him and thanked him graciously before asking somewhat sheepishly how much you owed him; figuring that even just the parts had to cost something. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Was his response. “Ain’t no problem.”

“I have to give you something. You just saved my life.” You insisted with a bit of a laugh. 

“Well I wouldn’t mind your number.” He replied, and your stomach fluttered as you began to smile softly. 

“Alright.” You said quietly and grabbed a notebook from your front seat, writing down your name and number before tearing out the slip of paper and holding it out to him. His fingers brushed yours as he took it from your hand, leaving a little black mark against your skin; one you'd gaze at fondly before washing up for dinner later that night. 

- Waiting for him to call was agony. You thought he was ridiculously handsome and was obviously pretty decent; given how readily he’d helped you, so him taking his time to phone you had you on edge; your mind wandering and coming up with scenarios about him not liking you much at all. But finally, the call came a few days later and you were put to ease. 

- Steve was at the Curtis house, shoving soda away as he dialed your number; waiting for you to pick up as his best friend ushered him to “go on and call for Pete’s sake” and to not “wait long enough for her to forget you. Trying to play it cool wont help nothing.”. 

- The two of you went back and forth with a couple hellos when you first picked up due to the chaos erupting on his end but you found it more amusing than anything. 

“Hey. It’s Steve, Steve Randle. I helped you with your car a couple days ago?” He said with a bit of finality once things managed to calm down.

“Ah, the fuel filter.” You responded and he smiled to himself. 

“Yeah, the fuel filter. Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight? A couple of us are hanging out at the diner down on fourth street?” He invited, and though the “couple of us” admittedly worried you a little, you ended up agreeing. 

- He picked you up later that day, driving the two of you over to a little place across town where a few greasers and similar types of people were scattered around tables and booths. Luckily for you, the greasers who were sat around the hangout seemed to have a code of conduct and didn't give you much trouble after he introduced you to a few of his friends. 

- The two of you sat down in a booth and started talking and soon enough you began to find him much less intimidating and a lot more charming. He was clever and fun and really handsome up close and you decided right then and there that his messed up smile was the only one you cared to see for the rest of your life. 

- You shared your first kiss a few dates later. You decided that you had to at least get to know the guy before letting him inspect your tonsils and though he certainly would have liked to kiss you sooner, he had to let you play coy. He also didn’t want you thinking he was some low down hood who only wanted one thing.

- So he waited until after the two of you had a couple more dates and during your walk home from one of said dates, he leaned over and kissed you; testing the waters sort of delicately before he kissed you with a lot more urgency. 

- After that, there wasn’t a thing in Tulsa that could have drove you apart. 

- Steve has a tendency to try and act tuff whenever you’re out in public so pda really isn’t all that common; at least not in the way you’re probably used to. In private, he’s a lot more chipper and relaxed but whenever you’re out on the town, he’s a whole different person; especially when he see’s a Soc. You can just about feel the minute he spots them: his entire body stiffens and his face goes hard and you’re pulled behind or to the side of him; depending on where they are in relation to you. 

- Typically, he puffs out his chest and lets you do the touching: loving when you grab onto his arm and stay close to his side; especially when it’s in response to some other guy coming near you. That being said: he also grabs hold of you himself, laying silent claim to you the minute anybody's eyes fall on your figure, daring them to try anything. 

- He’s constantly up behind you; whether he’s sitting on the couch with you between his legs or leaned up against a wall while you lean against him. He’s just always there, and he likes how you absentmindedly just sort of fall into place. 

- Little strokes of his hand or thumb whenever he’s touching/holding you; and boy does he touch you a lot. You’ll be sitting on the couch watching tv and he’ll have his arm around your shoulder, thumb mindlessly smoothing over the flesh under his fingers as you try your best not to get too distracted from your show. 

- He prefers when you kiss his cheek rather than him kissing yours because, in his words: “if he’s gonna kiss you, he’s gonna give you a real kiss”. 

- His kisses are, what I like to call, “contained”: unless you’re alone, then you’ll have to pry him off of you with a crowbar. They’re typically sort of hard and lingering; passionate but not enough to make your head spin. You like them a lot and he’s very happy that you do because he’s more or less addicted to kissing you. 

- Him calling you “lil darlin” started off as a bit of a joke; him purposefully going out of his way to call you something overly sweet and cutesy in an attempt to make you laugh or roll your eyes, but after a while he sort of just started calling you it seriously and he hasn’t managed to stop since: unless he’s calling you just plain darlin, baby or hotstuff. 

- The two of you rarely cuddle in the same position twice in one day: you’re constantly shifting around and snuggling however you fall so one minute he’ll be spooning you and the next you’ll be laying on his chest; etc etc. Sometimes you wind up in positions that make it seem like you’re playing twister instead of cuddling but you’re still somehow just as comfy as you would be if you were just plain spooning; even if you’re sometimes confused as to how you got there. 

- You watched The Long, Hot Summer when you were younger and you’d always been under the impression that bodies like Paul Newman's were only ever found on movie stars and body builders; up until you came across Steve Randle and his proclivity towards not wearing shirts.... You’re always surprised by how little he’s hit on because you can’t keep your eyes off of him; especially when he’s working up a sweat and only paying attention to whatever it is he’s doing at the time. And once he realizes why you can’t stop staring at him, it does wonders for his self esteem.

- Double dates with Soda. You know it’s gonna happen; don’t act surprised.

- Hanging out at the DX. You’ll usually just sit around and talk; occasionally helping them out with their work or bringing them something to eat that isn’t melted candy bars and cigarettes. 

- I love him. I love him …but he’s absolutely filthy and sometimes you just have to pull out a handkerchief and go to town on him so he doesn't look like he just fell into a vat of tar and grease. Or you ask him if he wants to take a shower with you and watch as he follows you to the bathroom more obediently than you’ve ever seen him act before. 

- Occasionally being manhandled; mainly when he wants to get you closer or just has the urge to touch you. You’ll teasingly joke that you’re gonna leave or that you’re mad at him and he’ll wrap his arms around you and pull you back down onto the couch until you start to laugh and promise that you aren’t gonna go anywhere. He’ll also just occasionally pick you up and drop you down a foot away from where you were standing for no real reason at all; other than being a jerk. 

- Don’t bring up the fact that you don’t know his actual address. Don’t bring up the fact that you check the Curtis house whenever you need to find him or the fact that he sneaks in through your window at night to sleep with you in your bed. Don’t bring up the fact that you’ve never actually met his father or know anything about his home life at all. He’ll tell you about it in due time; even if he brushes off how badly it hurts him in order to seem tuff. 

- He’s definitely at some point; while bored because he gets bored quite a bit, taken that wallet chain that's attached to his pants and used it to tether the two of you together; waiting for you to notice while fighting to keep his smile down. You might not have noticed until you were literally forced to separate: both because he himself probably forgot about it and because the two of you walk so close together that it didn’t affect you in the slightest. 

- It’s a well known fact that Steve is incredibly good with cars so don’t be surprised if he shows up at your house on the weekends and informs you that he needs to give you an oil change or something of the sort. Your car slowly starts to become his secondary vehicle and you can’t even bring yourself to be mad at the fact that you’ve effectively become your own cars passenger princess because you just like seeing him smile all boyishly behind the wheel too much. 

- He isn’t normally a very talkative person but take him to a car show or a drag race or just plain ask him about a car on the street and he can talk your ear off for hours at a time. He’ll go on seven different tangents from a single question about make and model, and it’s honestly kind of cute to listen to since you rarely get to hear him speak so passionately about anything; let alone something that’s so easy to bring up in conversation. 

- Listen, he isn’t artistic in the slightest but I can see him making little things for you out of old car parts and other junk that he finds around the DX. He just sort of fiddles with things until they look nice, presenting it to you like a cool rock as he walks you home later that day; twisting it around for you to look at before he hands it over and tries his best to act nonchalant when he thinks about how hard he worked to perfect it and how worried he was that you weren’t gonna like it. 

- Going to games with him, Soda, and whichever girl Soda’s hanging out with at the time; or just him and Soda. 

- He’s always taken aback by how soft your hands are in comparison to his. Speaking of: he probably let you give him a manicure once because you begged him to, and though he sat there and scowled/pouted the entire time, he didn’t wrench his hands away either; so you considered it a win. 

- Almost every single greaser in Tulsa blasts their music so loud that you’ll think you’ll go deaf so that’s sort of just something you’re gonna have to get used to; especially since you’re dating one of the worst offenders in town. 

- Unlike some other members of the gang, Steve still goes to school; even though he doesn’t care too much about what his grades look like. He’s made a habit of walking you to class and mean mugging anyone who looks like they’d give you trouble; even though it means he’s late to his own classes 90% of the time. 

- Steve will take you out on a date, he will get bored halfway through, and he will spend the rest of the night with his arm around your shoulders, leading you on a wild goose chase for “something better to do”. All before feeling bad about it; not realizing that you’d walk through broken glass with him and call it a date because doing anything with him is much more fun than not being with him. 

- Him giving you money for the jukebox. He always playfully warns you not to play something stupid; and he usually means the Beatles. 

- Laying your heads on each others laps; though you might want to wait until he’s had a shower so that you don’t ruin your clothes with his numerous hair products. 

- Always having your faces pressed together in pictures. It just sort of became your go to pose; whether you wind up cheek to cheek or forehead to jaw. 

- He spent a solid year saving up to buy you a bracelet that he got specially engraved for you with both your initials in a heart and a message on the inside of it, and the minute he gave it to you, you knew you were gonna be buried in it. 

- He always insists on paying for your dates; mainly because he’d feel like a wimp if he didn’t and because he steals so much of everything else that he’s got enough money to spare. He takes you out whenever his dad gives him a hard time and tries to make up for it with money. 

- He almost always has a candy bar ready for you after school because he drives out with some of the gang during lunch and stops by a convenience store instead of sitting in the cafeteria. They’re usually slightly melted but you appreciate them nonetheless; especially since you know he tried his best to keep them pristine and that anyone else would have either eaten them already or completely squashed it in their pocket. 

- Going to different Greaser hangouts. There’s definitely a few diners or clubs in town that both scare and excite you due to how tuff they’re decorated and the types of people you’re in the company of. It doesn’t help that he occasionally abruptly steers you away from where you were heading because you “don’t want to get near that guy”, but I digress. 

- Going with him to drag races. 

- Listen, he absolutely thought that it was silly, but there was a time in your relationship where you just got new shoes and you made the mistake of going down a path that had a lot of mud on it. You hesitated because you really didn’t want to get them dirty and he was gonna give you a hard time about it but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He could see on your face just how much you liked them and could only imagine just how much you paid for them so he paused for a minute before holding out his hand and carrying you over. You thanked him and he brushed it off with some comment about how maybe one day you’ll “blind some Soc with how white those things are” but the fondness in his voice told you that he wasn't being mean. 

- He definitely winks at you before he arm wrestles somebody and says something along the line of “this ones for you babe.”. 

- I love the idea of Pining!Steve so I raise you this scenario: the two of you are playing cards and you keep on losing and he can see it on your face that you’re getting sort of bored and sick of playing so he throws the game and watches as a smile lights up your face and you straighten up for another round. He knows right then and there that he’s gonna lose a whole lot more games in the very near future but he can’t even bring himself to care because he’s just happy that you’re gonna be willing to play with and spend more time with him; even if he hides his hopefulness with a comment about beginners luck. 

- He likes making you laugh, making you smile; all that good stuff. He gets all proud of himself whenever he manages to do it; mainly because he’s always been a bit envious of how effortlessly Sodapop seems to do it. He loves the fact that he can win you over just as easily as his best friend does everyone else; regardless of whether he does it with pickup lines or acrobatic tricks meant to impress. 

- Teasing each other. Steve’s smart; like really smart, and oftentimes it comes out in snarky comments and quick wit. The two of you can go back and forth all night if you wanted to, and sometimes you do just because its something to do and he cant be bored for more than a few minutes at a time. 

- Fighting is just a part of his life and it’s definitely not something he’s gonna stop anytime soon; though he might try to hide it from you if you really get on his case about it. It’s better to be subtly disappointed than to try and argue with him; at least then you know that he isn’t gonna die from an infected cut because he didn’t let you patch him up. 

- Steve’s oddly observant and you blame it on the fact that he can never just sit still and relax. He’s full of energy and distracted by every little thing, and you can’t even bring yourself to be annoyed by it because it’s saved you from public humiliation time and time again. He’s always the first one to spot if there’s something on your shirt or if there’s danger nearby and he makes sure to silently solve the issue before anyone else can take notice of it; sometimes even yourself. 

- Speaking of: I can see there being a period in time where the two of you aren’t even dating yet; and possibly don’t even like each other, and he’ll unknowingly commit psychological warfare on you with this strange little habit of his. You’ll arrive at your mutual hangout and he’ll stare at you for a solid thirty seconds, and just before you can snap out a frustrated “what?”, he’ll render you speechless with a “you did your eyeliner different today”; and you’ll think about it for the rest of the week. 

- For someone who would rather die than have a heart to heart about his emotions, Steve’s surprisingly protective over you and yours. You’ve never met a man who takes such an active role in ensuring that you’re left alone whenever you’re upset: snapping at people to “drop it” and give you space whenever you subtly imply that you don’t want to talk about something or seem uncomfortable in any way. It’s always a relief to have him around; knowing that he’s always willing to “be the bad guy”. 

- You try your best to make his relationship with Ponyboy a bit more civil but once you feel like you’ve finally gotten somewhere, word gets out that Ponyboy has a tiny crush on you and all of your progress is immediately lost. It’s honestly kind of funny watching him get jealous of a fourteen year old, but I digress. 

- I think that most of the time, Steve is pretty reasonable with his jealousy; or is at least reasonable when it comes to his reaction towards you in response to it. For the most part, he trusts you and it’s obvious in the way he behaves: almost always lashing out at the guy in question instead of you; since he’s usually close enough to see that you aren’t interested in anything the man has to say. I guess he’s more protective than he is jealous. 

- And protective he is. Steve likes getting into fights; he’s got a lot of energy and a lot of hate so he’s always itching for a reason to hit something, and you seem like a hell of a good reason to throw a punch. He loves you more than anything and he’s willing to do whatever he can to keep you safe. He might not be a perfect boyfriend but you’ve never met another man willing to put himself out there and deliver some threat to a mean girl or two faced friend of yours or kick some guys teeth in, and you think that has to count for something. 

- Steve’s got a bad temper and sometimes, he just isn’t great at keeping a muzzle on himself; not to mention the times where he argues just for something to do, so the two of you fight pretty often; usually with varying levels of intensity. Even so, he tends to regret it when you don’t want to see him the next time he sees you or if a sliver of his father comes out in your voice, telling him something like “you just get out and don't bother coming back” or how you “don't ever wanna see him again”.

- He’s always really impatient when you’re mad at him; constantly fighting back the urge to walk up and talk to you whenever he sees you out in public, so it doesn't take him long to try and apologize for whatever happened between the two of you. Usually, something like “come on, you know I didn't mean it” or “you know I love you” will fall from his lips and though you’d love to hold a grudge, you just can’t find it in you. 

- There’s not many ‘I love you’’s in your relationship but he says it every now and again; usually on special occasions or random times that you cant quite tell why he’s saying it. Sometimes you think he does it just to hear you say it back: like after he’s had a fight with someone he cares about and wants to feel like someone gives a crap about him

- Steve doesn’t usually talk about the future but a part of it is just because it’s already set in his mind. Without thinking, he assumes you’re both on the same page. And since you are, why should he have to say he wants to marry you or that you’ll be together forever? 

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[mommypieck]

༺ ♱ ༻ kinktober day four: missionary/breath play

✿ hange zoe

✿ tutor hange fucks dumb bimbo girl instead of studying

your head rests in your hand as you listen to your biology teacher rambling about your test mark. it's not the first time u failed your test and you're pretty much failing. when you decided to study medicine, you did it just because u wanted to be rich, you sure as hell weren't expecting most of your curses to be either about biology or science.

other people would call you picnic short of a sandwich but u just want to have money so you can buy pretty skirts and dresses. every since you were little, you loved makeup and fashion more than anything. and when you entered high school some started calling you bimbo or the dumb pretty girl.

you never cared much about it though. everyone has their title in school and you just happened to have this one. at least im not a geek or a weirdo, you thought to yourself. the thought of someone calling you a weird girl instead of a pretty girl makes you wanna puke.

"so y/n, as it seems like you are getting nowehere by yourself. im gonna assist hange to help you out with your school work." the teacher says and folds her hands on the desk as if she accomplished something. you can't help but to chuckle at that move.

"right ms. __. it's a pleasure to help others with what i love the most." you hear other voice say from behind you. you turned around to be met with a tall person with glasses.

oh god, a nerd, you think to yourself.

you turn around to face the teacher, regretting that you didn't wear a shorter skirt today. sometimes even women can't resist when you wear your short skirts. not like you would do something with a girl, that happened only one or twice... or it happens every thursday with your friend in the bathroom stall.

"ehm ehm," the person behind you clears their voice, "my name is hange. im gonna be tutoring you. nice to meet you."

you want to protest that you've never asked for tutoring, but the person is already shaking your hand with their sweaty one.

oh god, how am i gonna survive this? the thought makes you wanna pout and beg the teacher to assign someone different.

"hey, im here." the person says again to catch your attention. you take a good look at them for the first time. their hair is super greasy that you wouldn't be surprised if you could fry something on it during hot weather. their glasses fell down on the bridge of their nose. their clothes are dirty with all sorts of paint and they smell horribly.

"great." you mumble out, preparing to die if you spend more seconds with them.

"great!" they yell out with excitement, "my car is parked outside. so we can drive to my apartment." you can promise that you have never seen more excited person to be tutoring someone.

you follow them like a lost puppy already dealt with the whole situation. they are much more steps in front of you, almost jumping with every step.

they stop in front of their car and you can't help but to note that their car is really nice. it's almost as dirty as they are, but it's the latest model. (you learned some stuff about cars from the boys you hooked up with)

your face jumps in surprise when they open the door for you to jump it, firstly dusting the seat for you to sit in. it's a small gesture but it catches your eyes. they sit next to you, turning to face you. they give you one quick wink before they start the engine.

"oh come on, y/n," they say for the hundred time this afternoon, "it's a simple question."

they groan into the pillow they are holding, rolling over on their bed.

you found out hange isn't the worst case you could've met with. sure, they are messy and spell, and their apartment is more of a dungeon than an apartment, but surprisingly, the change of environment makes you excited.

"i don't know." you whine out in bored voice. for the past few minutes you were more interested on how hanges nose looks rideable than on biology. of course you don't find hange attractive, but the way, they scrunch their eyebrows together every time you get the answer wrong, is just... yummy.

you move in your seat, rubbing your thighs together. i wanna play, you think to yourself.

"tell me, hange," you start of with your little game, "are you a virgin?"

you notice the way they freeze, eyes traveling from the book to your face. bingo. they clear their voice before they speak up, "no, i am not a virgin."

your mouth fell open at their response. you expected them to be one, pointing at how they dress or act. a tiny part of you likes this answer even more.

you move to sit even closer to them, one of your hands tangling under hanges and the second resting on their thigh. you let your head to fall on their shoulder as you look them straight in the eyes.

"how experienced are you?" you ask, tracing little hearts with your fingers on their arm. they look down to see what you are going before answering, "enough to make you cry."

their voice is deeper than before and you can feel their eyes scanning your every more. you start to be a little nervous, every gaze they give you burning your body.

you shakily move your hand to rest on top of their bulge. you can't help but to flutter your eyelashes at them, afraid they might back off now.

"that's it." they say, but it ends up sounding more like a moan. you yell out when their drag you by your legs to the center of the bed. you want to say something, but your mouth is already occupied by hanges lips. they lick into your mouth, kissing you like their life depended on it. the kiss is messy and wet and you can feel the spit running down your chin, but you seriously don't care. you aren't used to people acting like this with you, everyone else has always treated you like a fragile flower, but their is what you were missing.

hanges lips move down to your neck, licking and sucking on it, marking you up. when their lips meet the swell of your breats, they rip your white skirt apart, leaving your just in your bra.

they stop for a moment to smile at you, clearly enjoying the view in front of them.

before you can plead them to continue, their hands are on your breasts, massaging and pinching the skin. they hold the cups and with one swift moment, they rip it off too. their mouth is on your nipple the next second. they take their time licking and sucking on it, sometimes even biting it and making you yelp.

while one of their hands is busy fondling your tit, the other slithers down to your panties.

"no hange, not the skirt." you plead, afraid that they might rip the skirt too. they chuckle against your nipple, sending vibration down to your core.

"i would never rip that skirt." they say and you can feel them ripping off your panties. the waste no time with pleasing you, their fingers dancing on your clit, making you whine out like never before. you can feel that they know what they are doing and what you need, as if they knew your body their whole life. their lips touch your cheek again, giving you a sweet kiss.

"i don't waste time with preparing dumb girls. they are loose enough for me to wreck them." they whisper in your ear. you hear their belt rumbling and their hot cock is at your opening the next second, already slowly pushing in. you know that it's no use to plead them to slow down. their tip roughly entering you as they force their entire cock into your small hole. your back arches of the bed, tits bouncing with the force. a loud moan followed by "take it" rips out of hanges throat, making you moan out too. they set slow but rough pace, their thrusts meeting your cervix everytime.

your eyes screw shut as their thrusts get faster in pace.

"hurts," you whine out, looking at hange, your tongue falling out of your mouth. they smile at your reaction, going even faster than before. you can feel your orgasm building up in your core with every move of their hips. suddenly their hands are at your throat, squeezing and stopping all oxygen from your lungs.

"take it, take it, take it," they repeat with every thrust, their orgasm slowly building up too.

your vision goes blank as you cum all over hanges sheets. you have never cum so much in your entire life. they follow you shortly after, shooting their seed on your bully and tits.

you breathe out as you lay on their bed, looking at them. they stand up saying, "come on, dummy, now let's study, so i can fuck you again later."

#aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyojin #snk hange #hange zöe #hange attack on titan #hange zoe #hange zoë #hange x reader #commander hange #hange zoe x y/n #hange zoe x you #hange zoe x reader #hanji x reader #hanji zoë #attack on titan hanji #snk hanji

[ggomos-maribat]

Menace

As I said in the AO3 this was a fic that I had drafts for but never got around to completing. Thought it would be a waste not to post it anyway :D Do bear in mind that these were drafts, so the pacing is choppy and can skip over some things.

--

I

"Marinette? Can you help me change the curtains?"

"Coming, maman!" The girl zipped down the stairs, only to be greeted with an overfilled table. All sorts of delicacies decorated the top, with an elaborate centerpiece that Sabine only brought out when special guests were over. She chuckled and got the lace curtains from her mother.

"This is too much. You know we can't finish all of this." Marinette climbed on a stool and began putting on the newly washed curtains.

"Oh come on, you haven't seen them for a long time. Let me throw a feast." Sabine patted her back before moving back to the kitchen.

"No, you haven't seen them in a long time and now you have an urge to spoil them," said Marinette.

She hadn't expected that day to come quickly. For a rare time, her childhood friends had the chance to visit Paris, France, courtesy of Bruce Wayne's lavish spending. The boys would be flying over from Metropolis, Gotham, and Fawcett City and were staying over for a few days.

Sabine blew out a breath. "The ice cream shop texted me. Their delivery man isn't available today. I'm sorry dear, but can you go pick it up before the boys arrive?"

"Of course, maman. I'll take my scooter."

Marinette grabbed the money and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek before dashing down the apartment. She was peacefully driving on her scooter when she heard an ominous thump from the side of the ride. Skidding to a halt, she gaped at the mutated dinosaurs trampling over the city, sending Parisians into a panic. On the widescreen attached to a building, Nadja Chamack warned the public about the third akumatization of Dr. Anne-Jeanne.

"Not today!" Marinette groaned under her breath. From her half-open purse, Tikki sent a sympathetic look.

She took the next right to find a spot to transform. But she found herself speeding up, going too fast, only to be hit with a sudden impact on her side as she was knocked over by one of the villain's creatures. Marinette's breath fell short while she laid on the road, clutching her head. A few feet from her, she saw a familiar car pull over.

---

She regained her consciousness, but was cursed with a splitting headache. Marinette whimpered and burrowed deeper into the arms of whoever was holding her. When she tried to open her eyes, the light stung her vision, making her shut them tight again. She had no idea where she was or who she was with, but the smell of asphalt and the voices clued her in.

"This is a bad idea, Dames. We can't be seen in Paris—"

"Do you want us to sit back and let that thing wreak havoc in the city while Ladybug's nowhere to be found?"

"But the Justice League promised Ladybug they won't interfere—"

"The League promised. Not us."

"Wait, so technically, Billy's the one breaking the rules here—"

A snort sounded. "Wait a minute, I was the one who saved Marinette."

Marinette felt herself being shifted around. Billy . . . but the one talking didn't sound like Billy. It sounded like—She tentatively opened her eyes a little to see a lightning emblem on a broad chest. Captain Marvel. He was the one carrying her.

Her eyelids closed again. Head hurts. Dami. Jon. Billy. What . . .?

"Oh look, the cat can't even handle the villain himself," Damian (or Robin?) huffed.

"Even if we interfere, we can't purify the akuma without Ladybug," Jon argued.

"We can always stall until she arrives," Captain suggested.

The akuma! Chat! Marinette stirred, pretending to wake up for the first time. She squirmed and groaned, opening her eyes. Captain Marvel placed her on the ground but she swayed as  she tried to stand up.

"Ma—!"

Robin sharply nudged Superboy on the side.

Superboy cleared his throat. "I mean, citizen! Are you okay?"

Marinette clutched her head. "Hurts."

Robin's lips thinned to a line. Marinette knew his irises must be blazing behind his mask. "You probably have a concussion. Captain will stay behind with you while we fight the akumatized villain."

Marinette swallowed thickly. No, I have to get away from here. Transform. Get the akuma. Get the ice cream. Get back home.

"Why do I have to stay?" Captain Marvel asked.

"If you're spotted here, how will you explain that to the League?"

"Fine."

Robin rolled his shoulders. "At least our fathers are used to us getting into trouble."

Superboy glanced back at her worriedly as he flew up while Robin grappled away. Captain Marvel led her to a hidden alley for safety. Scratches and aches were scattered around Marinette's body, adding to the throbbing in her head. She braced herself on the wall just as more of the dizziness kicked in. I'm in no state to fight right now. Besides that, she wouldn't be able to concentrate because of that sudden revelation.

"Ladybug's cure will heal you right?" Captain Marvel fidgeted next to her.

"It should," she mumbled.

She waited for a time when the hero wasn't looking and removed her earrings to give to Tikki. The kwami immediately vacated her purse to hand the Miraculous to her partner.

Marinette slid down to a sitting position, holding her head with both hands. My best friends are superheroes.

---

She had arrived back home before they did. Marinette sped up the upper floor to drop off the ice cream, meeting Sabine's worried expression.

"Marinette? Are you okay? I saw the akuma attack in the news." Sabine's eyebrows furrowed. "I shouldn't have let you pick up the ice cream."

Marinette forced out a smile of reassurance. "I'm okay, maman. I went to a safe spot as soon as I could and Ladybug—err, the heroes fixed everything."

"Do you think the boys got caught in the attack too?"

"I'm sure they'll be fine." She waved the thought off. "I'll text them to check."

Without giving Sabine a chance to respond, she dashed up to her bedroom, saying that she had to change to a better outfit. Marinette practically threw her purse on the chaise as she steadied her breaths. First, she let her mind run. Damian. Robin. Jon. Superboy. Billy. Captain-freaking-Marvel who hadn't even revealed his identity to the rest of the League. The rest of the puzzle pieces fell into place. The Wayne family. The Kents.

Marinette groaned and held her head again. It had been so obvious. They were right in front of her the entire time! And yet she had never stopped to think that they were like her, living with two identities. She sat upright, stiffening. She would have to control her heartbeat around Jon. No. She'd have to be careful around all three of them. Jon was a walking lie detector. Damian was a detective. And Billy was perceptive and had the Wisdom of Solomon. She shuddered, thinking how many times she could've come close to letting her alter ego slip while not knowing about it.

She jolted when she heard her phone ring. Putting a hand on her chest, she answered the call. The frantic voice of Adrien bombarded her ears. "Mari? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm okay." She sighed. "The cure fixed everything."

"Are you sure? Tikki said you had a concussion. I have to send the earrings back—"

"No, wait!" The words tumbled out of her lips without much thought. "I think it's better if you keep the earrings and Tikki for a while."

"What? Why? Is it not safe in your house?"

Marinette stood up and opened a mini drawer on her desk to retrieve a pair of extra earrings that looked like her Miraculous. "No, not like that. We're having guests over later. I won't have time to meet up with you and it's too dangerous for you to drop in. I'll get the earrings tomorrow."

"Oh, okay." Adrien muttered a curse. "I have to sneak out for sweets."

"Don't feed her too much." She laughed a little, easing off the tension in her body. "Thanks for covering for me today, kitty. You did so well."

"Yeah, but the other heroes suddenly showed up . . ."

Marinette gnawed on her lip. "I—I saw them too. Did they interfere too much?"

"They helped save some civilians," Adrien grumbled. "But Robin won't stop nagging my ear off."

"Marinette!" Sabine called out from downstairs. "They're here!"

"I'll talk to them next time," she promised. "I have to go. Thanks again, kitty."

She took a few more seconds to fish out the Mouse pendant from the box as temporary protection. Fortunately, the pendant in camouflage matched her outfit perfectly. She bounded down the stairs to see the three boys, not a hair out of place as if they hadn't donned capes not more than an hour ago. Jon wore his usual sunny smile; Damian was his usual broody self, arms crossed and posture rigid; and Billy was tucked in a thick coat and black beanie.

Marinette put on a grin of her own as she hugged them one by one. "Are you guys okay? The akuma attack hit downtown and . . ."

Damian scoffed. "We're not foolish enough to get caught in an akuma attack."

"The dinosaurs looked pretty cool though," said Billy.

"I'm glad." As if nothing happened at all.

"Are you okay? Maman Sabine said you were outside during the attack too." Jon frowned.

Her voice raised an octave as she side-eyed her mother. "Fine! I'm fine. Why don't we eat now? You must be starving."

She gestured towards the living space. The coffee table had been pushed to the side to make room for cushions and pillows. "You guys can put your bags over there."

"It's a good thing you boys weren't harmed," said Sabine, placing the plates neatly on the table. "I heard some . . . foreign heroes were around as well."

Only Jon seemed to have a split-second reaction, Marinette noticed. Damian barely batted an eye when he replied, "It seems that they've been called in since Ladybug was missing in action."

Marinette wrinkled her nose. We didn't 'call them in'. Adrien would've been offended to hear that. "That happens sometimes," she piped up. "But Chat Noir always saves the city whenever Ladybug's out of commission."

"Dunno, he looked like he was being cornered back there," Billy recounted, sharing a look with Jon. "Um, we were watching from the car."

"Chat Noir's capable of handling things by himself." Marinette raised an eyebrow.

Jon poked her side. "I forgot you were such a fangirl."

"I'm not a fan—!" She sputtered out, face heating up. "Okay, I am, but not that kind. I just hate it when people don't appreciate Chat. He and Ladybug are partners. They're equals."

They took their seats around the table. Marinette's thoughts momentarily flew elsewhere. It was strange knowing their identities, and she knew she had to tell them. But the consequences of doing that were unpredictable. They might become overprotective of her, since knowing their secrets would make her vulnerable. Or they might also push her away in fear of exposing her to danger.

She absentmindedly sipped on her drink. It would be fair if I told them about me too but . . .

She watched them carefully. Billy and Jon were both scarfing down their food while Damian was talking with Sabine. They're the same . . . but everything is so different too. She wouldn't fault them for hiding those secrets from her since she carried one of her own. But since she found out about them, another invisible weight added to her growing pile.

She shook herself out of her daze.

"I can finally beat you in UMS properly," Billy grinned with a mouthful.

"Properly?" She pointed her fork at him. "You've never beaten me at all."

"Hey, I've beaten Eugene a few times. I can beat you."

"Please. You're leaving out the real champion here," Jon chimed in. Marinette threw a napkin on his face, telling him to wipe the pasta sauce on his chin.

"If you beat me once, I'll buy you ice cream tomorrow," Marinette wagered. "Damian, you should play too."

"Tt. It's a childish game."

Jon rolled his eyes. "It's a fighting game. You like fighting."

"Not with hunks of steel."

"Mechs," Marinette corrected. "But if you want to sit down and brood for the rest of the night, be my guest then. I'll make you our food errand boy."

"Oh, he's gotta practice his scowl." Billy smirked.

"The threatening aura," Jon added.

"Fine.” Damian crossed his arms. I'll join you for one game."

---

All the words she could hear were garbled, echoing in the white wasteland. There were hands choking her as she clawed at anything she could touch. 

Icy blue eyes. 

Sharp teeth. 

A feral grin. 

He morphed into an image of Hawkmoth, who sent her flying from the top of the Eiffel right after seizing her Miraculous.

Marinette's breaths grew ragged. 

It's not real!

She woke up in a cold sweat, realizing that she'd been holding the sheets tightly. Painfully. She'd fallen asleep nestled between Damian and Billy, and Jon had moved near her, hand positioned by her shoulder.

He must've heard my heartbeat, she guessed.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

She sat up and nodded numbly. "Nightmare."

"Want to talk about it?"

She shook her head. Not wanting to wake the others, she moved to the kitchen with Jon trailing behind her. "Sometimes I have trouble sleeping," she murmured. "It's nothing too serious. Don't worry."

Jon looked at her sympathetically. To him, she was probably a traumatized innocent, someone who had witnessed too many akuma attacks. But the truth was something deeper, something that she wouldn't be able to tell them.

"Want a cup of . . . tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate?" Marinette offered, filling up the heater with water.

"Whatever you'll have," Jon said. "Does it happen often?"

"Not too often," she responded hesitantly. "I . . . I get used to it?"

He raised an eyebrow. She winced. That doesn't sound any better, does it?

"But I'm okay, really. I just have to wake myself up before an akuma slips in or something." She shrugged. "It's a burden every Parisian has to carry."

"Why can't the heroes deal with Hawkmoth already?" he said bitterly.

Marinette's fingers twitched as she handed him his cup. You don't know anything. "They're trying their best. It's just a matter of time before he breaks."

"But Ladybug and Chat Noir are just kids themselves. Won't it be easier to pass the responsibility to someone else?"

She clenched her jaw. And get amnesia? No thanks.

"Hey, I believe in trusting them both." She half-smiled, taking a sip of her drink. "Don't let other Parisians hear you say that. They're protective of their heroes." 

II

“You’ll be joined by Ladybug for this mission,” Batman told him. “And Captain Marvel will accompany the three of you.”  

Robin froze in the middle of sheathing his sword, only dwelling on the fact that his father had nearly uttered ‘babysit’ instead of ‘accompany’. His face hardened, eyebrows knitting together and lips pulled into a thin line. “Ladybug? We can do fine without her.”  

Though Bruce’s cowl was pulled up, Robin knew he was silently saying ‘ no room for arguments on this one’. Batman turned back to the computer. “Sources say that the location has some strange . . . signature. You need someone with magic expertise.”  

“Captain Marvel is magic.”  

“You know what I mean, Damian.”  

Robin clicked his tongue softly. Ladybug. It wasn’t that he disliked her, it was just that her behavior was too closed off. Always insisting that she’d handle Paris on her own, along with her team. Always saying she’s not a part of the Justice League. Never allowing anyone else to research or even see the other Miraculi.  

He supposed that Batman agreed on her terms about Paris being a no-touch zone since the Bat himself understood that a turf was a turf. Like Gotham was his own miserable little city to protect. Damian, on the other hand, didn’t appreciate her lack of openness. Acting like she could handle independence from superiors or mentors when she wasn’t any older than him.  

Not to mention she’d been actively avoiding the JL in the past few weeks. 

“I’m leading the team,” he said indignantly.  

“ All of you will work together,” Batman ordered. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Ladybug usually doesn’t work closely with the League. We shouldn’t waste the opportunity.”  

He scoffed. “So you decided to put her with the other kids, huh.”  

“Damian. ”  

“I will ‘behave’, Father.” He signed air quotes with his fingers. “But I can’t say that she will too.”  

That was what brought Robin, Superboy, Ladybug and Captain Marvel to the borders of Russia to infiltrate a cave which was pinpointed to be a base of a mysterious group. Robin, bundled up in a thicker suit, couldn’t help but side-eye the French heroine. Another thing that irked him was that the three of them would have to hide their identities from her, which meant there would be little casual conversation going around.  

He clenched his jaw, putting one hand on the cave’s entrance. She’s the intruder around here.  

“Do you think the cult has something to do with the Miraculous?” Superboy hovered nearby, squinting at the darkness to search for potential dangers.  

“Won’t be the first time,” Ladybug muttered under her breath.  

“What do you mean?” Captain Marvel asked.  

“The knowledge about Miraculouses isn’t exactly . . . hidden throughout history,” she explained, opening up her yoyo to use as a light. “When people find out about the power they hold, they tend to go extreme when they try to look for the Miraculouses or their holders.”  

“So that’s why you’re keeping the Paris thing under wraps.” Superboy stepped on one of the rocks leading down the cave. “I think it’s safe. I’ll stay at the front so I can keep an eye out.”  

“Part of the reason,” Ladybug followed behind Robin as they ventured into the deep hollow. From the corner of his eye, he saw her shiver.  

“I thought your suit protected you from the cold,” he said.  

She matched his scowl with a deadlier one. “Ladybug instincts. I don’t do well in cold weather.”  

“And yet you still accepted this mission.”  

“I need to be here in case Miraculouses are involved.” Her voice raised slightly.  

“So if it wasn’t, you’re just dead weight?”  

“Okay kiddies, break it up,” Captain Marvel butted in behind them. “Forward now, and look where you step.”  

Robin withheld a sigh. Ladybug fell quiet behind him.  

III

“I’m worried about them,” Jon sighed as he stepped over to another platform. The damp smell of the cave permeated in the air, making him wrinkle his nose every ten minutes or so. 

“Of course you are,” Billy said, “It’s Damian we’re talking about here.”  

“He’s a bit . . . abrasive towards people he doesn’t trust yet.”  

“Abrasive,” Billy repeated, snorting, as he nearly slipped on one of the wet rocks. “The guy punched me when we first met.”  

Jon laughed. “You know that was an accident.”  

Damian Wayne was obviously a tough nut to crack. He was harsh, blunt, and stubborn through and through, only letting a few people slip past the gaps. But Jon also thought the same of Ladybug. She hid behind her mask, blocking everyone with her walls the second they tried to get close to her. Maybe she was afraid of getting hurt. Maybe she was paranoid.  

Consequently, both her and Damian’s spitfire personalities clashed, manifesting as heated arguments and opposition.  

Then there was Jon’s other worry. Marinette.  

“There’s something I’m thinking about too,” Jon began, “I . . . I think I want to tell her.”  

Billy stopped for a minute to catch his breath. “Mari?”  

“Yeah.”  

“I’ve been thinking too. We . . . we pretty much dealt with our shit separately at first, right? Damian and the League. You and your powers. Me with . . . you know.” Billy pursed his lips. “But then we got to tell each other in the end. Except her.”  

“How do you think she’ll react?”  

“Mad. Really mad. She probably won’t talk to us for days.” Billy laughed a little.  

Jon pictured it in his head: Mari would be devastated. Confused. Angry. Expectedly, there’d be a rush of emotions involved. Knowing her, she would probably accept the truth in the end, but the journey to that point wouldn’t be pretty. But he found comfort in the fact that they could confide in her someday.  

“You know how the heroes have civilian aides? Like Dad has Mom and Uncle Bruce has Alfred?” Jon raked his fingers through his hair. “I kind of want Mari to be like that for us. I know we can’t force her but—but—”  

“But she’d be qualified to help us. She’s that smart,” Billy continued. 

He nodded. “I just thought that maybe if she’s one of us, we won’t need to worry about hiding and keeping secrets.”  

“I get that. Do you see us telling her anytime soon though?”  

Jon’s shoulders sagged. “No.”  

#maribat fanfic #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat #maribat fic #billy batson and marinette #jon kent and marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne and marinette dupain cheng

[thezombieprostitute]

Changing Minds - Part 3

Summary: Your long time work acquaintance Nick Fowler offers to take you to a fancy fundraiser as a way of cheering you up. He insists it's only as friends but when he sees you falling into the grasp of someone he knows is no good, he might change his mind on that.

Word Count: ~1800

Warnings: Implied violence and attempted murder. Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is an older female (late 30's +). This is part of the Garbage Men AU. I'm not yet sure if this will be a full series or just a two part story.

Part 2 -- Part 4

Series Masterlist

You’re getting ready to take your lunch break but are stopped by a grumpy looking man carrying a manilla envelope.

“Are you Ms. Y/L/N?”

“I am,” you hesitate, trying not to look too long at his scars.

“I was told to deliver this to you, tell you it’s from a friend and that your safety depends on you reading it before you see Mr. Fowler again.” He holds out the envelope and, despite the confusion written all over your face, he doesn’t add any clarifying statements. The way his mustache twitches he clearly thinks you’re wasting his time by not taking it from him right away.

“Thank you, Mr….” your tone turns into a question as you take the envelope but he turns away without giving you any answers.

You sit back at your desk and open the envelope. Inside are all sorts of police reports, all violent crimes, and all involving Nick. You recognize the forms and the seals to know these are legitimate. You see his mugshots where he’s clearly been in a fight. You see photos of the people who lost those fights and shudder. 

You’d seen Nick with some mild injuries, the occasional black eye, but you never figured him to be violent. He’d always seem too calm, cool and collected to hit someone. Yet the files in front of you begged to differ. 

And you’re supposed to go out on a date with him tonight.

As you're getting the manilla folder, Nick is cleaning himself up after another messy interrogation. He probably shouldn’t be doing this so soon before a date but Bucky’s been pushing for some intel and this was his best chance. It’s not like he was all that serious about the date, anyways. It was just fulfilling a promise to you and keeping that work relationship solid with the added bonus of keeping you away from Kent.

Curtis showed up at the Basement Studio with his cleaning equipment. Nick thought for a moment and asked, “Hey, Curtis, you got a minute?”

“Whatcha need?”

“I’m taking a lady out tonight. You got any special restaurants you take Teach?”

Curtis softens at the mention of his girl, “I’m not sure the restaurants we frequent would be up to your standards. We’re more into greasy spoon types of places.”

“Yeah, this girl is a bit classier than that.”

“How about Wilson’s new restaurant? Use your connections to get a table?”

“That could work,” Nick hums. “Give her a nice night at an exclusive place.”

“Hope it works out. It must be pretty serious if you’re asking me for advice.”

“Nah,” Nick dismisses with a wave of his hand. “Just promised to help cheer her up after some family shit happened. I need her happy so I can keep doing my job.”

“Does she know it’s just the one date? That it’s not feelings based?”

“Pretty sure.”

“You’re gonna wanna double check that,” Curtis chides. “I’d hate to have to send Teach after you.”

Nick chuckled a little, “I’ll make sure she knows before the date starts.”

Curtis nods, “good luck, then.”

It’s time to clock out of work and go meet Nick but you find yourself hesitating. Stalling, you child yourself. You’ve known him long enough he at least deserved a chance to explain everything. If someone was trying to make you rethink your relationship with Nick, they were going to have put in more work.

Stepping outside you see Nick’s car and you start walking towards it. He gets out and moves to open the passenger door for you, a smile on his face. 

“Hello, pretty Lady,” he greets. “I was starting to worry you wouldn’t be able to make it.” His smile drops when he sees hesitance written all over your face. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, “in the car, please.” As you sit he closes the door for you and paces to his own. When you’re both settled in you pull the manilla envelope out of your bag and hand it to him. “What is all of this, Nick?”

He opens the envelope and you see his face go from worried to ice cold anger. “How did you get these?” 

“They were delivered to my desk this afternoon.” 

“By whom?”

“Does it matter? Is your answer going to be different depending on who delivered them? I deserve an explanation regardless of their source.”

Nick takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving the reports in front of him. His brain kept trying to work out why someone would give you this. Well, reasons beyond souring your work relationship and hindering his own work as a result. He was so focused on the considerations and possibilities he didn’t hear you calling his name. It wasn’t until he heard your door slam shut that he snapped out of his reverie and realized he’d accidentally ignored you. 

“Shit,” he mutters as he gets out of the car to follow you. “Y/N! Y/N, wait up, please!”

You pause your steps and turn to give him a stern look. “Oh, you’re finally willing to talk about this. How gracious of you.” He flinches at your tone and drops his face a little. “I’m going home, Nick. Good night.”

“Please,” he sighs. “I was caught off guard. I’ll give you all of the answers over dinner, I promise.” You hesitate so he adds, “at the very least I can promise you a free meal at a very exclusive but very good restaurant that just opened.” You raise an eyebrow. Encouraged, he continues, “and if I haven’t answered your questions to your satisfaction, you’ll never have to see me again.”

You nod, “okay. But this had better be a good explanation and some damn good food.”

As Nick promised, the restaurant looks very nice and the smells from the kitchen are exquisite. The hostess takes you to one of the semi-private booths, blocked off with curtains. You’ve never been in such a high-class place and you feel a little under-dressed. Your eyes widen when you look at the prices on the menu.

“Nick, I can’t afford this place.”

“You’re here at my request,” he chuckles. “The least I can do is pay for your food and drink.” He looks into your eyes and sees your discomfort. “I mean that,” he pleads, his sky blue eyes softening. “Please don’t worry about the costs. I’ve got you covered.” You purse your lips but nod.

The waiter arrives for drink orders and you just ask for water. Nick gives you a look and you tell him you don’t know enough about wine to really know what to pick. He nods and orders water and a bottle of something with a way too long name. 

As they leave you look back to the menu and confess, “I’m really not sure what half of these things are.”

“I’m pretty experienced with these kinds of things,” Nick assures. “If something sounds interesting let me know and I’ll see if I can remember what it is.”

You nod and start saying some of the names of dishes with Nick telling you some of the basics of ingredients and cooking methods for each. His knowledge of these things is quite impressive. When the waiter comes back with the drinks you order a Thai Pomelo Salad and Seared Tuna Niçoise. You hope it’s good. You’re upset with Nick but would hate to waste his money on food you don’t actually like. 

As soon as the waiter leaves you sigh, sit up straight, and ask Nick, “so what do you have to say about those files?”

He nods, “I’m not gonna deny their legitimacy. I’ve done some bad things, had bad things done to me. It’s all part of my work.”

“I thought you were just a Private Investigator.”

“Yup,” Nick nods. “And it’s not all searching records and archives. It’s nice when that’s all I need to do for a job, but most jobs require talking to dangerous people. Sometimes it escalates.”

“Nick, I saw the photos of your victims,” you chide. “That’s not dangerous, that’s deadly.”

“That’s training,” he objects. His face is pained as he continues, “what the files don’t tell you is that I’m former CIA. And yes, I can provide proof of that. I had to learn a lot of combat, a lot of tactics, and a lot of…other things. I quit when I got figuratively backstabbed too many times by other agents looking to just climb the ladder. But you can’t just forget your training.” He pours himself a glass of the red wine and sips it before continuing. “Eddie hooked me up. He was a friend from college and he helped me find my steading here. Introduced me to the right people, warned me against the wrong people, and a lot more.”

You nod as you listen, expression softening as he talks about Eddie. “So all of those people that you hurt?”

“In every case they tried to hurt me first. Even if witnesses were paid to testify otherwise. I never strike first, I promise.” There’s an intensity in his face you’ve never seen before. His eyes almost seem to be changing shades of blue as a reflection of his emotions.

You bite your lower lip as you think. “Okay Nick,” you say after a bit. “I’ll trust you.”

The worry and hurt in his face fades to a soft smile of relief, “thank you. Now will you please tell me who gave you the files?”

Nick gets back to his car after walking you to your door. You might not have known the identity of the man who gave you the folder but what you did know was enough for Nick. August Walker, known lackey in Kent’s conglomerate. He used to be higher in the rankings but got caught trying to kidnap some important person’s daughter. Cost him is rank and his looks. 

Kent wants to turn you against him. Nick knows he’s been a thorn in Kent’s side for years but now you’re a risk. You’re a possible weak point in Nick’s armor and Kent’s not gonna stop until he breaks you, hurting Nick in the process. 

Nick was supposed to make sure you knew that this was just a date as friends. That he was just keeping his promise, nothing more between you two. But during dinner he decided he needs to keep up the facade of interest. The closer he can keep you, the safer you’ll be. Especially after he gets you a bracelet with a tracker, just to be safe.

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[marksbear]

So I was thinking about Sub Steven and reader going into a bar to have a nice little date at. There is a pool table and personally I think Steven doesn't know how to play so reader teaches him. A couple minutes later when Steven is bended over the table to reach the ball but he is doing it wrong and his ass is sticking out so then reader goes over and lays on him to help him hit it but all Steven can feel is his dick on his ass and starts grinding on it not listening to reader. Reader asks him if he understood what he said and snaps him out of it and says yes. When they were over they get drinks and sit on a lonely stoll in the back. Reader sits down and yanks Steven to sit on his lap. He grinds trying to not get readers attention and then reader says in his ear if he is having fun which he says yeah again which leads to reader taking Steven into a nearby alley and starts grinding/humping him hard and whispers in his ear is he really is a pretty cock whore from him wanting to be near his cock the whole night.which then leads to reader fucking steven. Also I was wondering if you got my last message from 1/15/23 at night because it says again a problem so as again idk if It sent when you see this.-🐻‍❄️

Yes I saw your last message! You know dam well your worth more than 30% on this blog. Lets say you're 60% while i'm forty! Because in full honesty you have more worth on this blog then half the stories I write.

HEAVY SMUT

SUB STEVEN GRANT X DOM MALE READER

Y/n is leaning on the hood of his car hood in front of his boyfriends apartment waiting for Steven to come out.

"S-Sorry love! I lost track of time" A British voice calls out rushing out of the apartment door in a hurry.

A smile appears on Y/n's face as he turns around facing his boyfriend. "Don't be." Y/n says trying to reassure him. Y/n walks over to Steven wrapping his arms around his waist bringing him in for a deep kiss.

The two stay like arms around each other tightly as they share a deep passionate kiss. Steven is first to pull away gasping for air while Y/n laughs at him. "What did I tell you! You always need air first." Y/n teases unwrapping his arms from Steven's waist before taking a hold of his arm walking him to the car.

"You look pretty great for a simple bar date." Y/n praises opening the car door for Steven.

Steven goes inside the car with a blush on his face. Once Steven is fully inside Y/n shuts the car door and goes to the drivers side going into the car. Y/n starts the car and plays whatever on the radio driving to the bar.

But sometimes Steven couldn't help himself to stare and gaze at Y/n. His eyes were locked in some sort of trance every time he looked at his boyfriend. Steven couldn't help to stare and think about Y/n's cock each time he looked at his crotch. He would stare and day dream about all the things Y/n would do to him and can do to him.

TIMESKIP

"We're here." Y/n announces parking the car into an empty space before turning around looking at his half sleep boyfriend. "Cmon sleepy head." Y/n teases shaking Steven fully awake. "I'm up. I'm up." Steven responds wiping his eyes awake.

Y/n gives Steven a smile before turning off the car opening the door and leaving the car before making his way to the other side opening the car door for Steven. "Why are you acting like a gentleman today?" Steven asks suspiciously before taking Y/n's hand following him inside. "For an early sorry when I whoop your ass in a seconded in pool." Y/n half jokes before going inside the packed bar.

"Pool? I have never played that before." Steven confesses looking around at all the people here.

"Really? Well I just teach you then have a couple practice rounds then i'll really whoop your ass." Y/n offers him before adding. "And don't worry about how crowded this place is. I already saved us a spot and a stall." Y/n turns his head towards Steven giving his cheek a light kiss before walking in.

"C'mon let me teach you how to play before people start fighting for the pool tables." Y/n says with a wink dragging Steven to a pool table in the back.

Y/n takes one pool stick handing it to Steven while he takes his own before giving Steven a wink. "Okay. This is how you hold it." Y/n walks closer to Steven showing him how to hold it correctly. "The only thing you really have to do is get low and make a bridge with your hands like this."

Steven tries to copy his boyfriend, but fails miserably earning a slight laugh from Y/n. "Not quite love, but good try." Y/n says getting behind Steven putting one hand on his back and the other on his waist. "You gotta bend down." Y/n tells him pushing his back down as he moves his waist back.

"Like this?" Steven asks as a shiver goes through his body as he feels Y/n's clothed cock against his ass. "Yes! Exactly that good. Now do you see the white ball with a little red dot in the middle?" Y/n asks earning a nod yes from Steven.

"What you gotta do is ------------------ And then you have to try---------" Everything Y/n said to Steven felt death to his ears. Steven's whole body felt hot as he pushes his ass against Y/n's crotch grinding himself onto it. Steven lets out quiet moans and heaving breathing. Steven feels his pants tighten his hard cock pressed against his pants. "And that's about almost everything about what you need to know." Y/n says moving away from Steven looking down at his flushed face.

"Do you understand? Or you want me to explain it more?" Y/n offers taking his stick and gets in position to play. Steven shakes his head getting his thoughts back together before saying. "Yeah! uh yes! I-I understand."

"Good. Well then lets play."

After a couple rounds of playing and Y/n keeping his promise that he will whoop Steven's ass they retire from the game going to a stall in the back of the bar with some drinks.

Y/n sets the drinks down on the booth table before sitting down on the seat watching Steven turn to sit across him before suddenly yanking Steven's arm down sitting him in his lap. Steven lets out a small squeak from the surprise before relaxing into his boyfriends lap. "So. How was your first time playing pool?" Y/n asks letting his chin relax on Steven's shoulder.

Steven didn't answer. He was too busy grinding his ass on Y/n's crotch at a slow movement. Steven grips on the table for dear life as he moves his hips front and back and up and down while quiet and some loud moans escape his lips, but is blocked by the music.

"Stevey?" Y/n says his boyfriend's name with confusion in his tone. Y/n opens his mouth to speak again, but shuts it when he feels so much pressure and weight on his crotch area.

"Oh...Such a fucking filthy whore." Y/n mumbles moving his chin off of Steven's shoulder before sitting back arms laying on the back of the chairs watching Steven grind on him.

Steven is in such pure bliss not even noticing Y/n talking to him anymore.

After a while of this Y/n moves his head closer to Steven before whispering in his ear. "Are you having fun?" Y/n's voice in Steven's ear makes him jolt and get back into reality.

Steven tries to speak or really tries to explain what was going on, but gets shut down by Y/n by him saying. "Yes or no. Are you having fun grinding that slutty ass against my dick? Yes or no." "Y-yes..." Steven stutters out.

"Cmon. Follow me. Let's go have even more fun." Y/n says in his ear before reaching for his drink downing it before taking Steven's hand leaving the bar.

After a while Y/n finds an empty nearby alleyway and pins Steven on the wall so his chest and stomach is one the cold stone wall. Y/n bends Steven over against the wall so his ass is out.

Y/n rubs his hard cock against Steven's ass grinding on him back and forth slowly as Steven lets out loud moans and whimpers.

"You like this huh? Being bent over on a wall in some alleyway" Y/n asks earning a moan "Yes! Yes oh~ yes." from Steven.

"Such a fucking pretty cock whore you are Stevey. Such a pretty whorish thing you are." Y/n says moving Steven's legs more apart before putting his hands on both sides on Steven's waist moving his hips up and down humping his cock against Steven. "You wanted my cock all night didn't you Steven. I saw the way you stared at my crotch the entire time we were driving. You wanted my cock so bad that you started to grind on me in the bar."

Y/n bends over a little so he can whisper in Steven's ear. "My pretty cock whore. So eager for more cock I love it. Be a good cock whore try to be quiet." Steven nods his head yes frantically as Y/n pulls Steven's pants down alongside his underwear down to his ankles. Y/n continues to hump Steven mercilessly as Steven cries and moans holding onto the cold wall for support.

"Y/n! Y/n~ pl--please! fuck me already please! I'll be your cock whore! please stop humping me and fuck~ me already!" Steven begs out with a cry feeling his cock ache even more than it was in the bar. "D-don't even hAve to prep me!---- I want it now please I want it so bad!~"

Y/n sighs with a smirk on his face before giving in to his boyfriends begs sliding down his pants and underwear letting his hard cock spring out. "I-- I wan'it dry!~ please ahhHH~ fuck me dry" Steven begs.

"Someone is really being such a whore today for me. Begging for it dry such a fucking cock whore." Y/n says with a laugh before lining his cock towards Steven's hole.

Y/n tells Steven to take a deep breath before pushing the tip inside Steven's tight hole. Steven bites his lips and covers his mouth to prevent the screams and moans. Once Y/n was half way inside he gives Steven one last kiss on the neck before snapping his hips down all the way inside Steven causing Steven to scream out a loud moan. "Y/N! OhhHh g-god!~"

Without wasting no time Y/n thrust back and forth at a fast pace abusing Steven's tight hole. Skin slapping and moans can be heard throughout the alley and probably could be heard from different ones from how loud the couple are being.

Steven throws his head back his hand barely muffling any of the noises escaping from his mouth. Steven uses his other hand going to his hard leaking cock jerking it off at the same rhythm of Y/n's thrust.

"Y-Y/n! cumming! I'm cumming!" Steven moans out with tears in his eyes. He didn't know why he was cumming this early, but god he didn't even care. Y/n aims his thrust for Steven's prostate as Steven cums hard on the wall panting it white. Y/n grabs Steven by the hair yanking it up so Steven is closer to him as he fucks him roughly.

Y/n pulls out before turning around Steven picking him on and fucks him even faster holding him up against the wall. Steven wraps his arms around Y/n's shoulders and wraps his legs around Y/n's waist throwing his head back against the wall as Y/n fucks his abused hole.

Steven struggles to keep his eyes open as his throat becomes dry and aching from all the moaning and screaming.

"My pretty cock whore!~ Such a dirty whore for me! I'm bout to cum! Fuck! Stevey i'm cumming!" Y/n warns his thrust becoming sloppy and messy as he goes deeper and deeper inside Steven most likely his stomach has Y/n's cock outline bulge in his stomach.

With a few more thrust Y/n cums deeply inside Steven. Burring his seed deep inside him making Steven feel all hot and filled. Y/n continues to thrust in and out of his until he is completely out of his high. Y/n pulls up Steven's pants and underwear for him before doing it for himself before carrying Steven to the car.

Once they got to the car Y/n lays down Steven in the backseat before taking off Steven's pants and underwear and shoes. Steven's entire waist under is naked as cum overflows his hole and leaks out so his thighs and ass is covered in cum. "Had to take off your pants and everything off for you Stevey didn't want them to get dirty." Y/n explains to him before going to the driver seat starting the car and driving home.

"Going to my place by the way. I want a round two in there not some alleyway again. I didn't mind it though and I will totally fuck you again in some place like that. But seeing you now you need a quick little break."

"Love you y/n..." Steven mumbles out.

"I love you too my pretty cock whore," Y/n responds back with a smile.

THE END

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[baileys-3]

CHAPTER 20 ONLINE on AO3

So, 5 days of alternating shifts begin this chapter. Let's see how our two deal with it.

Then thanks again to Cookies for beta reading. You are awesome. Because she always has a proofread and not only reads over it quickly, but also makes sure that everything is always true to character. Invaluable.

Then the current status: I started chapter 28 yesterday and am in the middle of it. Somehow everything always turns out to be longer and more detailed than expected. I'm currently at 146,000 words.

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Tim's alarm clock rings and, as always, he is immediately wide awake. In his childhood, oversleeping was never an option, and as a soldier, he learned to react to every sound, even in his sleep. Every morning, he goes for an early run, following the same mechanical routine, with only breakfast occasionally varying. On this particular day, Kojo is not there, which means that he finishes earlier than usual.

He sends his sister another quick text to check whether dinner at hers is still on for tonight.

As he checks his phone, he notices some new messages in the group chat with his work friends. He realizes that one of the group admins, Angela, has renamed the group to "Mid-Wilshire Legends". After reading the messages more carefully, he learns that the group is discussing Nolan's birthday present, which happens to be a voucher for a paintball match. Nyla came up with the idea as Nolan's failure in the shooting arena, where he was distracted by a man in a diving suit, still gets teased. Everyone in the group plans to take part in the paintball match and then go to a restaurant together. Probably the only highlight for Nolan, because Tim won’t give him five minutes at the paintball arena. He will shoot him down personally.

The conversation is now all about finding a date when everyone has time. Which is not so easy, with a big group they have. He makes it easy for himself and basically takes Lucy's free dates and simply cross-checks his own calendar before posting the same list. That's that sorted.

Then he writes a quick message to Lucy.

Tim: If I'm on the team with Nolan, I'm out. Don't forget to nap before your shift. Otherwise, I'll have to order T-shirts again.

He looks at his watch and decides there's no point in hanging around at home any longer. He'd rather be at work earlier. Before he leaves the house, he takes another look at his combined dining and living room. He sees the cactus on his dining room table. He is now the proud owner of a plant. Lucy will water it. Or it will die. It's not his problem. He didn't even want it in the first place. He shakes his head and smiles. It's just like Lucy to do something like this. And it's just like him to be unable to say no to her. Comparing him to a cactus ... he has no words.

The day gets super stressful. He receives countless messages requesting him as a supervisor. So many that he can no longer fulfill them all and needs to prioritize. What on earth is going on in this city today?

The most inquiring case was the discovery of drugs during a traffic stop hid den in a bag that contained ready-made chicken. The man who was caught with it was so co-operative – or in other words, scared – that he gave up the dealer right away namely the seller from the roast chicken stall, who was captured quickly after that. Who not only offered his customers chicken, but also drugs. Wrigley was hailed as the hero of the day for conducting a traffic stop. Upon noticing a broken taillight on the car, he immediately became suspicious when he realized that the car did not carry the aroma of roast chicken, which it should have since the bag was on the passenger seat. This led to further investigation and Wrigley's quick thinking eventually uncovered something important. Good job.

Time flies as he rushes from one call to another. He writes a few messages to Lucy during his lunch break, like how the coffee in the break room tastes increasingly strange and that she should bring one from home. But then he is on the road again on his way to another call. At least he's back at the station before Lucy's shift starts. He is sitting at one of the desks reading Wrigley's report. It’s clear to him that Wrigley rarely writes reports like this. Reports about drug possession and intent to sell, so he needs to read the report carefully and can't just skim it through. He needs to make sure, that everything is documented correctly, and the prosecutors can’t refer to any procedural error later.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees someone place something on his desk. It's a coffee mug with the logo of one of his favorite coffee shops. He likes the place because they serve good black coffee. He can't exactly judge the rest because he's never really cared for any other offers there. He only drinks black coffee there. He is a simple man with simple needs, sue him. He looks up and sees Lucy standing next to his desk, already in uniform. Her smile warms his heart. And even more when he thinks about the fact that she took a detour just because of him, as the coffee shop in question is not on the direct route from her apartment complex to the station.

"Hey. How was your day?"

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Day 3, and this one is a panicked rewrite because I was in a mood when I first wrote it. So, please bear in mind that I wrote this in an hour and that it's not proofread, and thank you so much to @lowlights for the prompt, which was "Did you just break my door down!?"

Rating: Explicit 18+ONLY Warnings: Pero Tovar x female reader, reader has no description except wearing a dress, anger, heated argument, smut, modern AU. Word Count: 1200 Sirowsky's Masterlist

--Anger Management--

   He’s in the shower when he hears heavy banging on the front door of his house, but it’s been a really long day and he’s in a bad mood, which for Pero Tovar means that he shouldn’t be around people.    So, he ignores whoever’s out there and carries on scrubbing himself clean of the engine oil that’s soaked into his skin through his clothes.

   But just seconds later, a bang so loud that he fears half the house is coming down, suddenly thunders through the structure, and he all but leaps out of the stall.    He grabs a towel without slowing down, sloppily wrapping it around his waist as he leaves the bathroom and goes looking for the source of what he’s almost certain must’ve been an explosion.

   Instead, he finds his front door hanging off of just the lower one of the hinges, along with scattered debris of what had been the doorframe around the lock-mechanism, all over the hallway floor.    And in the middle of all that, is you. Standing just two feet inside the house, panting hard and with your fists tightly closed against the sides of your thighs.

   You’re quite clearly fuming, but that’s not what Pero is most immediately concerned about.

   “Did you just kick my door down!? Are you out of your fucking mind!?” he berates you, almost screaming as his anger builds, but you’re not the least bit intimidated.

   “Yeah, I did!” you scream back, taking a step closer. “Because you’re a god damned coward and I’ve had it with you!”

   “You broke into my house to call me a coward??” he demands, but he’s actually truly shocked at this entire situation.

   Because while he does know that you have a temper, he also knows that it takes a lot to set you off, and he can’t think of anything that he’s done recently that could’ve triggered you.

   “When you stand me up for the third fucking time, you better believe I’m calling you chicken!!” you retort, and suddenly he wants to kick himself in his own balls.

   You’ve been friends for ages and watched each other go through one failed relationship after another, until you both eventually just sort of gave up.    That had then led to over two years of both of you being mostly miserable, until you’d suggested that maybe it was fate and that you should go on a date with each other.    And once that idea came into his head, Pero had started looking at you differently.

   He had realized that you were pretty much perfect in his eyes, and it had astounded him that he’d never seen it before.    So, six weeks ago, you’d made plans to go hiking your favorite trail together and stop for a picnic at a gorgeous viewpoint at the highest section of it.    But he’d had to cancel at the last possible minute because of work.

   Two weeks later, you’d tried again, keeping it simple with dinner and a movie, and he’d accidentally left you sitting alone in the restaurant for an hour before he’d remembered to call and cancel.    Not because of work that time, but because of a very drunk colleague.    You’d been understanding, but also very disappointed in him.

   So, this time, you’d made plans to meet at your place, which was just a five minute walk from his, and you were gonna make him his favorite dish.    He hadn’t remembered to cancel at all tonight, because he hadn’t even remembered that you’d made plans.    Not even before his car had decided to start leaking oil and distracted him.

   A quick glance at his waterproof wristwatch tells him that you would’ve had dinner ready at least three hours ago.

   “Fuck…” he sighs, knowing that nothing he says is gonna make up for this one. “I’m so sorry, hermosa.”

   You throw your arms out in exasperation, and he can’t blame you.

   “If you’ve changed your mind then just say so,” you growl, but he can hear how the anger is being replaced by the hurt. “I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

   “No, I haven’t… I’m just an idiot,” he says, shaking his head at himself.

   You seem to agree with him there, but you also look like you’re contemplating something.    Then, from one second to the next, all the hurt vanishes from your frame and something determined and strong takes its place.    And in the next moment, you’re crossing the hallway with long and powerful strides, not stopping until you crash into him, grabbing his head and harshly pressing your lips to his.

   Bewildered, he kisses you back, and every inch of his body is suddenly sparking to life.    He wraps his arms around you, ignoring that the towel drops to the floor when he lets go of it, because now that he can finally taste you, he’s instantly bewitched.    Whatever it was that had him in such a bad mood earlier is completely forgotten, and all he wants is just to get lost in you.

   He quickly pulls your dress over your head, finding you already naked underneath, which only stokes his hunger.    Somehow, the bedroom seems a mile away even though it’s just down the hall, so he slips a finger into you while you’re still walking, needing you to be ready for him as soon as you reach the bed.

   You try to wrap your fingers around his hard length, but he stops you, because if you touch him, he’s not gonna make it.    Thankfully, you take the hint and leave him be, and when he slips another finger into you, your pleasure makes you quiver, forcing your hands up onto his shoulders to steady yourself.    Reaching the bed, he pulls his fingers out and quickly licks them to taste you, because there just isn’t time to do it properly right now.

   He pushes you down on the bed and you eagerly climb back into the center of it, spreading your legs for him as he chases after you.    There’s no hesitation from either of you, no question that this needs to happen, that it’s right and good and perfect, so once you’re settled, he finds the heat of your core and dives right in.

   It’s all a little too hard and a little too fast, but he can’t help it. He needs to have you.    And he can feel that same need from you, spurring him on with your heels against the backs of his thighs and your fingers digging into his back.    But that urgency takes you both to your peak within just a couple of minutes, and all too soon, it’s over.

   Still, as he lays there on top of you, trying to find his breath again, feeling that wonderful boneless sensation spread through every part of him, he’s happier than he’s been in a long time. Perhaps ever.    And he smiles to himself when it occurs to him that without your temper, you never would’ve dared to make that first move.

   “Thank you for breaking down my door, querida,” he whispers in your ear, hoping that you know that he’s not just talking about the door, but about his own walls.

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