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kitixie · 10 months

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Little Girl Gone

Little Girl Gone / T.S. (pt. 1)

part two: here

Synopsis: Having been several years since you’d last seen your favorite gangster family, you return to Small Heath a changed woman with a stronger attitude than you had when you left.

information: this will be a multi part story! idk how many parts exactly, but there will be more!

warnings: none for this chapter!

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“Aye, what does a woman have to do to get a whiskey around here?”, you shouted, rapping your hand on the bar counter.

You were seated at The Garrison, it was your first stop back in town. You had lived in Small Heath most of your early life, but five years ago you were forced to leave due to your fathers death and your mothers general distrust (and dislike) of the Shelby family. Your mother had kicked you out a few days ago, claiming that you were old enough to be married now, and that she wouldn’t stand for you staying in her house if you weren’t going to look for a husband.

“Calm down Lady, I’ll- Holy Shit! Y/N, what are you doin’ back!”, a man's voice rang out, making you and the rest of the bar look in his direction.

Arthur Shelby had always been one of your favorite Shelby siblings, and for good reason. He was loud, funny, and typically a gentleman if you caught him on the right day. You leaned over the bar and wrapped your arms around his neck, nearly bruising him in the process. You had hoped your whole journey here that he would be the first Shelby you saw, and luck had worked out for you this time.

“Arth, I am sure glad to see you! It’s been a long time, aye?”, you spoke, removing your arms from him and sitting back on your barstool.

“Hell, it’s been about, what, five years? You don’t show your face around these parts for five fuckin’ years and then you just come back?”, he said, staring you in the face, with a somewhat more serious look in his eye than you had expected.

‘Yeah, had some family troubles, but I’m back for good now,” you swallowed, “how's all the Shelby’s doin’?”

“Eh, the usual. Tommys about to run himself ragged, Pol acts like she owns us all, I’m workin’ here now, I actually own the place!” he said, spilling out most of that information in one breath.

You took a quick survey of the bar, noticing how the decor and table setup had changed since you’d seen it last. The floor was still the same sticky, slimy feeling though.

“Glad to see you doing well, Arth. Now, please get me a whiskey an i’ll be outta your way!” you spoke, glad to have reunited with Arthur, but not glad to have been out in public this long.

“Ah, ah. If you think I’m letting you get out of here without seein’ Tom, you’re messed in the head!” He joked, but as you watched him move towards the window to the private room, you realized he wasn’t joking.

You had not come prepared to see Thomas. He was the only one who never got a goodbye, even though the rest of them didn’t know they were goodbyes at the time. When you were being forced to leave, you managed to sneak over to Watery Lane and have one last conversation with all the Shelbys before you left, and you never told them you were leaving that night. Thomas had been on business, but got home a few minutes after you left. You had regretted not speaking to him then, but now that regret had turned into a fear after hearing about the man he had become while you were away. You had heard things about Thomas Shelby, and they were not things any girl would like to hear about her long-time crush.

‘Oy, that Tommy Shelby is a real whore’

‘I heard he gets around Small Heath like its a full time job’

‘He pays them ya know? Every girl he fucks gets paid, even if theyre not workin’ for it!’

Those were all just some of the things you had heard, and those weren’t even the things you had heard that were related to his newfound habit of murdering those who crossed him. You’ve had your eyes on Tommy Shelby ever since you were 16. Now aged 21, it had been a long enough time that you realized what kind of person you needed to settle with, and logically, he wasn’t it.

While this entire catalog of thoughts was running through your head, your eyes watched as Arthur got closer and closer to that window. You knew you weren’t ready to see him yet, if you ever would be. So acting on those primal prey instincts, you ran. You hopped off the barstool, and started pushing your way through the crowd of bar patrons, finally having the door insight. You wrapped your hand around the handle, and pulled it open. Stepping into the cool air of the night, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you closed the bar door behind you. Just as you were stepping away from the door to begin your walk to the apartment you were renting, you bumped into something, or rather, someone.

“Thought I’d let you run from me a second time, aye?”

Fuck.

“I-I-”, you stammered, not having any idea what to say, now that you were staring at the face of one Thomas Shelby.

“It’s okay, I’d be nervous too if I ran into someone I left in the dust five years ago.”, he laughed, letting a puff of cigarette smoke roll out of his mouth.

“Tommy, how did you even know I was out here? I watched Arthur and left before he even opened the window, I don’t underst-”

“Shh. I have my ways, ya know I have my ways.” he spoke, that cool, gravelly voice still hadn’t changed, even after all this time.

You finally looked up at him, releasing the death stare you had on his chest. He was more handsome now, if that was even possible. His dark hair styled perfectly, like he had touched it up before meeting you outside. His hat was missing, which was a rare occurrence, but you were enjoying the unobstructed view of his face. He was lean, only muscle was visible through his white shirt, and his pants hugged his legs perfectly. He was beautiful, especially in the face. You could see more defined freckles in the glow of the street lamp, along with more defined lines carved into his forehead. You continued to study his face, while his studied yours. You had definitely matured in your time away, but not only on your face. Your lips had gotten fuller, cheek bones more pronounced, and hair longer; but you had also grown tits and an ass. You knew you had assets, and fully planned on using them to your advantage, just not on Tommy Shelby.

“My God, Y/N, I’d say you grew up…”, he trailed off, eyes looking all over your face and body.

“Yeah, that tends to happen to people as they age, Tom.” you laughed, feeling suddenly insecure as you stood under his microscope.

“What are ya doin’ back in town? I imagined you ran off and got married or somethin’,” he spoke, “But, I don’t see a ring on that finger so either that can’t be right or you married a poor bastard.”

“Not married Tom, never was. It’s part of the reason I’m back in town, but-”

“What are ya doin’ tomorrow evening?”, he cut off, not even letting you finish explaining how you didn’t want to talk about it right now.

“Nothing I know about, why?”, you asked, having no idea what was about to come out of that pretty mouth of his.

“Join me for dinner, yeah? I’d love to sit down and have a chat with ya, but I got to go handle some business right now.”, he spoke, suddenly sounding strained.

“Uh, I guess I’ll get dinner with ya, where at?”

“My place, I’ll come pick you up tomorrow at 6, Goodnight, Y/N.” Tom spoke, brushing shoulders with you lightly as he passed by, heading back into The Garrison.

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby fic #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby fic

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aliaology · 4 months

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WORK SONG

summary: jacks mind runs constantly, and you’re the reason

small a/n: per usual, readers looks wont be described, so reader can look however you want ♡ , does get slightly sensual! not tagging ppl for this one bc i forgot my taglist and im sleepy

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

not doing my tags bc im too lazy for this rn

boys workin’ on empty, is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? i just think about my baby. im so full of love i could barely eat

being in love was a full time job, and jack had no complaints. he loved being in love because it meant waking up next to you. it meant he was able to touch you, to feel you, to be with you. oh— how he loved it. he didn’t care if he was at practice, just thinking about you, because you were his motivator. he didn’t need drinks or food or sleep to play, just you.

you brought him the strength he craved, you were his number one fan. the one who supported him through thick and thin even when he was wrong. the one who held their hand out, so he could grab it and begin to climb. you were such an angel.

there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. i’d never want once from the cherry tree. ‘cause my baby’s sweet as can be. she’d give me toothaches just from kissin’ me.

your kisses were sweet. the way you’d pepper them against his skin, over and over and over again, made him fall deeply. you were his muse and your sound was so pretty. the way your mouth would drop open, noises escaping it. oh how you were so beautiful.

your lips tasted like cherries, a favorite fruit that he began liking the second his tongue met with the flavor of you. the flavor would linger, no matter what lips he kissed.

the feeling of your fingers on his face, or his lips, anywhere on his body, was like heaven. giving into you like a drug— he was addicted. he loved your touch, no matter if it was gentle, or the scratches you’d leave on his back. he yearned for more.

and i was burning up a fever. i didn’t care much how long i lived. i swear i thought i dreamed her. she never asked me once about the wrong i did.

jack hated being sick just because of the feeling. the feeling of a stuffy nose, a headache, the cough. all of it. but you somehow made it good. the way you would take care of him, pressing a cold cloth to his forehead when he had a fever. or when you’d make soup from scratch, your grandmas recipe that you keep a secret.

you were too good to be true. you were the embodiment of perfect in jacks eyes. everything about you. from how you spoke and how your tone was always gentle — to how you felt inside and out. every time you grip jacks hand hard— he swears he’s dreaming. you can’t be real. you were ethereal.

my babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. if the lord dont forgive me, i’d still have my baby and my babe would have me.

jack didn’t like you worrying. he hated it, hated how you would get so scared that he would leave to go back to an ex. how you thought you were nothing compared to them— but you were so much more. you were his everything. the one who kept him going. you were his sun, he revolved around you. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“baby— what if they ever want you back? they’re so pretty.”

“oh baby, they could never compare to you.”

he didn’t care what he’d have to do, but he’d do it all for you to stay happy. in his eyes, you hung the universe. you were his universe.

when i was kissing on my baby, and she put her love down soft and sweet. in the low lamp light i was free. heaven and hell were words to me.

being able to press slow kisses to your neck and shoulders were his favorite things to do. or watching your soft body rock gently with his as your sweet love lit him up. you made jack forget everything in the world no matter where you were. you made jack forget everything else just by talking to him.

skin on skin, heavy breathing, sloppy kisses, it was all sweet. it was all you, you and your love. no time with him was for the hell of it. all of it was love, pure and desirable.

when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. no grave can hold my body down, ill crawl home to her.

love. jack loved being in love. he hated the saying ‘til death do us part’ and it wasn’t because he didn’t believe it. he hated it because it would never apply to him. he wanted a saying that would be one he could hold onto forever, just like your hand. he wouldn’t part ways with you once death decided to take over.

no— he’d hold you the entire time. he’d be with you no matter where you were. he’d wait until you two met again— and then he’d take you to another universe because in every one of them, you were soulmates.

jack would not let a grave, or death, part you two. he would hold onto you whether it be with one hand, or with his heart.

#hockey #jack hughes #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #new jersey #new jersey devils #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x you #jack hughes imagine #jh86 #jhughes #jhugh #jhugh86 #hughes

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macfrog · 11 months

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welcome home cowboy like me chapter five

he's back!!! and he's putting up DECORATIONS part v is yours, loves. if ya wanna read the first four (!! how did we get here) parts, you can check out my masterlist right here 😊 as always your support means the WORLD to me. i love talking with y'all & hearing your thoughts. lmk what we think of this one!!!

pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader

summary: joel requests your help to decorate his house for sarah’s return…and a few other things, too

warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! the smut is smutting. oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it the fuck UP), praise kink, lil bit of overstimulation, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), un poco consumption of alcohol, cursing, soft!joel at the end tbh i'm a sucker for him

word count: 5.4k

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It’s where this was headed anyway, wasn’t it? You’ve fucked around with Joel three times now, and none of your clothes have ever made it off your bodies. This is a first. You’ve never had an empty house plus the time and space to really do it. Always someone about to walk in, or someone waiting for one of you. When, if not right this fucking second? “I want,” you breathe, fingers now taking hold of the waistband of his black boxers, “you,” you slip them down, “inside me,” exposing the base of his hard cock, “right now.”

The two front legs of your chair scrape against the wooden floor as you lift it to sit down. Your dad had an early finish today, so said he’d cook dinner. From scratch.

He’d refused your help when you offered to keep an eye on the chicken, was more offended when you said you’d cook the asparagus, and now, looking at your scrunched nose as you stare down at the lumpy mashed potatoes, looks just plain insulted.

“Sit, eat, don’t say a word.”

“I offered to help.”

His fork hits off the porcelain plate and he sighs. “I had a lot to tend to, alright?”

“Chicken, asparagus, and…mashed potatoes?” you say, dragging your fork through the mash – though it’s more lump than it is mash.

“Eat. It.”

You tuck in, ignoring the rattle of the table as you tug your knife back and forth to cut the chicken. Your dad’s face reddens as you chew your way through his meal.

“How was work?”

You throw your mouthful back your throat with a gulp and take a big swig of water. “Good,” you try not to choke out, “Sal let me go early ‘cause it was so quiet.”

“Yeah?”

You nod. “Bill was in lookin’ for screws or something. Was Anna who helped him–”

Your sentence is cut short by your dad’s ringtone, and he leans back in his chair to the sideboard behind to retrieve it.

“Yep?” he says, and you know who’s on the other end. Yep? means Joel. “Shoot, I forgot to ask her. Well, she’s right here, gimme a sec.”

He covers the bottom of his phone with his palm, and nods toward you.

“You alright to head over to Joel’s tonight ‘n help ‘im with the house for Sarah comin’ home?”

You narrow your eyes, head tilting. “What…?”

“He’s got some banner or something. Joel, what is it you got? Yeah, a banner. Decorations.”

He cocks an eyebrow and looks at you blankly.

You slowly nod, teeth pulling asparagus off your fork. “I can help.”

“She’ll be over in a bit, Joel. Alright. Alright. Bye, now.”

The phone is thrown onto the table with a clatter. Your dad silently resumes eating.

You clear your throat, trying to sound normal over something you feel very not normal about.

“You volunteerin’ me for things again? I thought we talked about this when you told Rita I’d fix up her flowerbeds for her.”

“Oh, we’re bringin’ up the past, are we?”

“Just sayin’,” you mutter, staring down at your lumpy potatoes.

“Wasn’t me, anyways. Joel asked for you specially this afternoon. Told him you were workin’, he said to ask you when you got back. Was his idea.”

Was it, now? That’s…interesting.

“What time’s he wanting me over?”

“Whenever. He’s in all night.”

Suddenly you’re not so hungry for overcooked chicken and not-mashed potatoes anymore.

You swallow down what you can – what’s edible, anyway – and head upstairs to get ready. Trying to act casual enough that your dad won’t sense your eagerness.

Sure, just grabbing my shoes. I just want the house to look nice for Sarah. It’s really her I’m thinking of. Okay, cool, see you, bye.

You throw a pair of sneakers on, check yourself once over in the mirror, and grab your keys.

“That was quick,” your dad remarks when you reach the bottom of the stairs. He’s still powering through his asparagus.

“Just…wanna get it done. For Sarah, y’know.”

He nods. “You lookin’ forward to havin’ her back? Your ol’ pal?”

“Sure. Alright, I’m off. Don’t wait up.”

You practically throw yourself out the front door before he can get another word in, striding over to your car. You’re thankful when the late sun hits you to only be in sweat shorts and a vest top; it may be seven in the evening, but the heat is still stifling.

You pull up in Joel’s drive and climb out, giving the neighborhood a quick scan as you walk over to the front door, trying not to skip. Being handed an excuse to spend a few hours alone with him in an empty house feels like winning the lottery, you’re a little embarrassed to admit.

Joel’s in the living room laying out the decorations he’s bought when you walk in. He’s wearing a denim shirt and white Rangers tee underneath, his regular old jeans on the bottom.

His Hello is comprised of a glance up, a lift of his eyebrows, and a quick scan over your body as you approach. You take a deep breath to dissipate the bubbling feeling in your stomach.

“So, you asked for me specially, huh?”

He nods. “It was either you or your dad, and his ass ain’t as nice to look at as yours.”

“Oh, nice. Glad to be of service. Looks good,” you muse, nodding downward.

The supplies are sprawled out over the coffee table between you both. A huge banner folded up; the beginning of the word Welcome visible. A few packets of multi-colored streamers, balloons, and other gold and silver colored stuff lay around it.

“Probably won’t use it all,” Joel says, sniffing. “Just wanted to give her a big welcome home.”

“All my dad did was pick me up at the airport,” you scoff.

Joel looks up, misses a beat, then says, “Well, your welcome home gift is me.”

“Ha. Good one. C’mon. Let’s get started.”

You task Joel with blowing up balloons while you balance along the back of his couch to tape streamers to the top of the walls. It’s a struggle, though, since Joel keeps tying balloons and hitting them over to you, aiming for your head. He titters to himself when your hair begins to go static.

“That funny to you?” you yell, whacking the fifth balloon out of your face.

“Yeah,” he chuckles back. “You should see your hair, kid.”

By the time the streamers are suspended from the ceiling, dancing in the breeze from the open windows, Joel’s out of breath and sweating.

“Hard fuckin’ work,” he mutters, taking off his shirt. He throws it onto the couch without looking, but still, you suspect he knows exactly what you’ll do.

With a sideward glance to him, you lean back and fish it from the couch, throwing it over yourself. There’s something intoxicating about wearing his clothes, smelling him all over yourself, feeling the warmth from his body. Joel knows it. When he glances over at you to see his shirt hanging off your shoulders, he smirks.

“I think we deserve a break,” he says, eyes lingering.

When he makes off for the kitchen, you throw yourself down on his couch, head falling back against the soft cushions.

He returns with two beers, handing one down to you before laying back beside you. Your shoulders rub against one another as you both take a swig.

“Your dad really didn’t do nothin’? When you got home?”

“I guess you could say he did the barbecue,” you reply, shrugging.

“The neighborhood barbecue, that everyone takes a turn at hostin’? The same one he had you out buyin’ steaks and soda for, two hours before it started?”

“I don’t need a welcome home party. I am the welcome home party.” Your middle finger meets your thumb and you give your wrist a shake in the air, and Joel laughs.

“You deserve one.”

“You wanna throw me one?”

“Can do. If you want.”

You smile in response.

A few moments of silence pass. Comfortable silence. You lie, temple resting against Joel’s shoulder, listening to the trees in his back yard rustle, the birds singing. Peaceful, tranquil. Content.

You like talking with Joel. You like when he’s doing other stuff to you, sure, but you like just being around him. It’s different to spending time with anyone else his age. They all want to ask about your future, your career, are you dating anyone?

Joel just lets you be. Doesn’t push nothin’, doesn’t make you worry. Just wants to make you feel good.

Both mentally and physically, of course.

“Heard any more from Arthur Kennedy?” you ask, more just to hear his voice again than anything. You’re kinda worried he’s falling asleep over there.

Joel takes a deep breath, starts playing with the label on his beer bottle. “Nope,” he says, taking a quick sip, “and don’t wanna.”

“What is it with him, anyways? Why is he the way he is?”

“Just a dirtbag of a man. You get ‘em, y’know? Ain’t none of us really like him. I was pissed at your dad for askin’ him the other day.”

“What does he say at Frank’s? What kinda talk does he give?”

Joel shakes his head like he doesn’t even want to open his mouth. When you nudge him, he clears his throat and then speaks.

“Just all this, ‘I bagged this chick last week’, ‘I was messin’ ‘round with this little beauty’… ‘Tighter ‘n a’ this, ‘Wetter ‘n a’ that. We all know he’s just talkin’ load. The man’s too old to even get an erection anymore.”

You snort. “I bet I could run rings around ‘im, if I ever caught him talking like that.”

Joel half laughs, but it falls apart when his tone gets quietly serious again.

“Just…do me a favor, and stay away from him,” he says in a soft voice. “You’d have me up all night if I thought him ‘n his sleazy hands were anywhere near you.”

He turns his head to lean his jaw on your hair. You think over what he just said. The thought of Joel, awake all night with worry about some sleazeball being within a four-house radius of you makes your stomach flutter.

The idea of him being worried about you. The thought of what he’d do if he ever caught wind Arthur Kennedy had even so much as looked at you twice.

Before your stomach lurches out of your throat with the butterflies soaring around it, you decide to cut the moment short.

“Where’s the banner goin’?” You lean forward, placing your beer on the coffee table and taking hold of the sign.

“Was thinkin’ on that wall,” Joel nods to the wall across from the living room door, “so it’s the first thing she sees when she comes in.”

“Uhuh,” you reply, nodding.

“C’mere,” he says, standing up. “Climb on.”

“Climb on what?”

“My shoulders. I can’t reach all the way up there, what with the TV in the way and all.”

“You’re, like, six feet.”

“It’s a big banner,” he grumbles, kneeling to let you swing your legs over his shoulders. “C’mon. Up.”

“Pfft, okay, old man.”

“Old–? Did you just–? That’s not even funny.”

Joel straightens up and you clutch your stomach with laughter.

“Will you just get on, baby?”

“Alright, alright. Stay still.”

You carefully mount his shoulders and his steady hands wrap around your knees, holding you in place. You wobble as he straightens his legs, lifting you so high your head brushes off the ceiling.

“Alright, be careful. No sudden movements.”

“Right here?” you ask, positioning it.

“Little to the left,” he groans, craning his neck to see. “Right there, that’s it.”

You push the pin through the banner and into the wall, releasing your breath once it’s secured. Joel slowly shuffles over to the other side where you line it up and do the same there.

Once all four corners are in place, he steps back, your legs still wrapped over his neck, and you both admire your teamwork. Joel’s thumbs are gently rubbing your thighs.

“Looks good, huh?”

“Mhm,” you reply. “Anything else to go up?”

“Nah. That’ll do.”

“You just keepin’ me up here for company, then?” you ask, leaning over to look at his face.

He looks back up at you and snorts. “Sorry, darlin’.”

Joel slowly makes over to the couch and bends a little, letting you dismount him to stand on the leather cushion. You’re only slightly taller than him, even standing on his furniture.

He doesn’t take his eyes off you, scanning from your lips down to your chest, curtained by his shirt, then over your stomach and down your legs. You know that look. You’ve seen it enough by now. It means…

“What’s next?” you innocently ask, and his eyes snap back up to your face.

Instead of answering, he steps forward, taking your waist in his hands and pulling you against him. His chin tilts up and you smile as you dip your head, connecting your lips.

You immediately deepen the kiss, feeling Joel’s hunger, and satiating your own, too. Your arms drape over his shoulders, relaxing as his form holds you, allowing you to fold into him.

His arms take a grip of you as he bends at the waist, lowering you both down onto the couch, laughing against each other’s lips. He pulls your thighs apart to lean his hips between yours.

His hands begin exploring your body, feeling from your hips over your breasts, making you moan into the kiss, and settle on the collar of his shirt, pushing the sleeves down your shoulders to remove it. In return, your fingers find the hem of his tee and pull it up over his midriff, hunger growing with each hot second that passes.

He leans back, giving you room to whip the shirt over his head, before his naked torso is back on you. His fingers then dance along the waistband of your shorts, untying them whilst his other hand plays at the hem of your vest.

Your shorts lying loose on your hips, he peels your top off of your body, and your shoulders lift to let it over your head. Joel takes the opportunity while your back is off the couch to unclip your bra, throwing the article to the floor.

“Nice,” you whisper into his mouth, and he chuckles in response.

His bare chest, decorated lightly with dark brown hair, is against yours; his lips move to your neck, biting another mark into the sensitive skin. Your head tilts back and you let out a moan, wanting more, but Joel’s taking his time. He’s making every second count.

You buck your hips against his and he lifts his head, giving you a knowing smirk and obeying your silent request. He begins making his way down, not forgetting to stop off by your tits and run his tongue over your nipples.

Your hands find home in his hair and your back arches some as he caresses the hardened buds, lips forming an O shape to suck on one while tending to the other with his thumb and index finger.

When you whine and your hips lift a second time, he moves across your tummy and toward your lowering shorts.

Eyes glazed with lust, you watch as he yanks them down, your panties the only thing separating you from him now. You hear your shorts hit the floor when he drops them, and places a wet kiss over your clothed cunt.

“Joel,” you moan, head falling back against the cushion. He’s driving you fucking insane.

“Mhm,” he murmurs, kissing the insides of your thighs. “Tell me, baby, tell me what you want.”

You writhe under his touch; he’s so close, and yet so far.

“Your tongue,” you whimper.

“Huh? Can’t hear you over your moanin’, pretty girl.”

“Fuck– Need your fucking tongue,” you say as clearly as you can, still whining some.

“Good girl.”

He uncovers your soaking cunt and tears – literally, tears – your panties off of your body, balling them up in a tight fist. You gasp, both delighted and relieved, watching him discard the ripped fabric by his side.

Neither of you give a fuck. You’re desperate to feel each other, be on each other, be in each other.

He dips his head to your sex, and drags a long stripe up to your clit, collecting your juices on his tongue as he does. His tongue runs between your folds, swirling around, licking and threatening to dip further, before he lifts away again.

You let out a long moan, hands still tugging at his hair, attempting to push his head harder on your pussy. He doesn’t budge.

“Patience, baby,” he’s whispering, lowering his chin again to place his soft lips against your swollen clit.

He knows what he’s fucking doing – teasing you and making you wait like this. He wants it to build, really build, before you cum. He’s not cutting any corners.

His lips center over your bud, tongue tapping against it as he sucks, and brings his fingers up to sift through your folds. Your cunt aches for him; your hips find rhythm against his mouth as you fuck yourself off of him, and he lets you.

Feeling how wet you are, he plunges two long, curved fingers into your pussy, and your back, sticky with sweat, peels off of the couch for the second time.

“Fuck, Joel,” you gasp, feeling the stretch of his fingers inside you.

He hums against you, the vibrations of his deep voice pleasuring you more. He’s loving it as much as you are; tasting you, hearing you, breathing all of it in like it’s fresh air to his lungs.

Your breathing begins to falter, your chest rising and falling, your entire body ignited by his touch. You’re panting his name over and over, whining every time his fingers hit the spongey walls of your cunt.

He’s so fucking good at this.

He removes his fingers and replaces them with his lips, mouth planted firmly against your pussy. You widen your legs and he pushes down on your thighs, keeping them apart to make room for his jaw against your core, tongue licking between your folds again.

“Tongue,” you remind him.

“I hear ya,” he mumbles, and opens his lips.

His wet tongue slips into your cunt like it’s made to be there. You screw your eyes shut, pushing your upper back into the couch to lift your ass to him. His top lip cups around your clit as he eats you out, moans strumming against your sex, tongue exploring your wet hole.

“I’m close,” you whisper, and he removes his lips for two seconds to tell you to “Keep goin’, baby.”

“Doin’ so well for me,” he laps at your juices, “taste so fucking good, beautiful.”

He inserts his fingers again to bring you nearer your climax, and your mind starts to blank. You know what’s coming.

You can’t even form the shape of his name with your mouth as you draw nearer and nearer to your high; all you can focus on is the feeling of his hand fucking you, pumping in and out of your tight pussy, the way his tongue soaks your clit, the rutting of your hips all over his face.

It’s so fucking filthy, and so fucking good.

When Joel’s voice breaks through the fog in your brain, telling you to “Let go, baby, I’m here,” you obey him.

The edges of the room start to bleed white as your body lifts, fingers gripping onto Joel’s hair, hips digging further into the cushion.

It’s only ten o’clock; for all you know, Joel’s neighbors might be out in their backyard enjoying the warm night breeze. Do you care? Fuck no. You cry his name loud enough that the whole street might hear.

He coaxes you through it, drinking in your orgasm, moaning when your walls lock around his fingers and you cover his tongue in your sweet wet.

He slips his soaked fingers from your core and you whine at the loss; Joel makes up for it by gently massaging your aching clit as you come down, spreading your cum all over you.

“That’s it, baby, did so good. That felt good, huh?”

Still coming to, you don’t reply; you feel his weight back on top of yours, his safe arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“’s okay, darlin’,” he coos as your sight starts to return. He peppers your neck with gentle, wet kisses, bringing you back to earth.

Before even you realize it, your fingers are grasping at his jeans, blindly trying to undo the button and zipper. Joel laughs, lifting his hips to give you better access.

You giggle, loosening them and hauling them past his hips, and he sits up to drag them down his legs and shove them off near your shorts.

“What now, sweet girl?”

Your voice is low, serious. Barely above a whisper.

“Fuck me.”

He almost looks taken aback. As if he never thought he’d hear those words escape your lips. Like he’d been pushing you, further and further, expecting you to always hold back, always bounce back from the edge.

And here you are, clutching his arms and hauling him over with you.

It’s where this was headed anyway, wasn’t it? You’ve fucked around with Joel three times now, and none of your clothes have ever made it off your bodies. This is a first.

You’ve never had an empty house plus the time and space to really do it. Always someone about to walk in, or someone waiting for one of you. When, if not right this fucking second?

“I want,” you breathe, fingers now taking hold of the waistband of his black boxers, “you,” you slip them down, “inside me,” exposing the base of his hard cock, “right now.”

Joel’s eyes darken just as his huge cock bounces free from his underwear.

He’s watching your lips breathe out the words like it’s all he ever wanted to hear, all he’s thought about since that first night with your hands on his thighs, looking up at him so innocently.

Just waiting to be fucking ruined by him.

You slur the words again. “F-fuck me.”

“Yeah? ‘s that what you want?”

“Mhm.”

He’s kneeling over you now, helping you tug the underwear down his legs, precum-coated tip of his cock drawing circles on your stomach.

When he’s fully naked, he presses his body against yours, speaking to you between hot, wet kisses.

“You sure you can take it, pretty girl?”

“I’m sure,” you reply, lust taking over any remnants of your orgasm. Just fucking fuck me.

Joel’s hips raise, and he looks down to guide his cock to your hole. You bring your knees up, positioning them just under his biceps.

“Good,” he mumbles under his breath.

You’re so wet that when he runs his shaft through your folds, slicking himself up, his tip kisses the entrance of your cunt, drawing a gasp from you and a growl from Joel. You’re desperate for him to just slide in, make himself at home where he belongs, between your hips.

And when he does, it’s fucking euphoric.

He’s big. You knew this already. But feeling him inside you is different.

He pushes in halfway first, letting you get used to him.

“Okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod; your voice catches in your throat as he falls out of you, just to thrust in again and let his cock dive through your soaked, swollen folds straight into your warm cunt.

He’s so big that when he bottoms out inside you for the first time, your mouth falls open wordlessly, and your brain shuts down for a few minutes. Nothing but the feeling of him slipping in and out of your cunt slowly, fucking you dumb.

When he knows you can take him, he picks up the pace, dragging his hips back and forth against yours, filling you up until his tip kisses the edge of your cervix, and pulling out until he’s between your folds again.

You’re holding onto his shoulders like you’re hanging off a cliff edge. The feeling of his hot skin under your arms is the only thing keeping you grounded right now; the pressure between your legs with each thrust of his huge cock threatening to pull you off the edge of the abyss.

When his voice breathes in your ear between his groans, you snap back to reality. Thighs burning, nails scratching, pussy throbbing reality.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Let me hear you, pretty girl, tell me how good it feels.”

He’s going faster still, balls smacking against your ass every time he bottoms out, sighs and whimpers passing your lips.

You whine his name, telling him, “Harder,” and he obliges, hips snapping ever stronger. His pubic bone grinds against your clit as he thrusts, the pressure spreading spots of pure bliss across your vision.

You look down to where your bodies connect, mesmerized by the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you. It turns you on even more.

“We look good, huh?” his voice lulls from above, and you look back up to find him watching you.

He dips his head and kisses you, and you start to near your second high.

“Joel,” you mewl, the feeling so good you can’t even form the words to tell him.

He knows, anyway.

“So good, baby,” he’s panting, sweaty forehead leaning against yours, “gonna cum all over me again?”

You nod, eyes screwing shut. He’s fucking you so good you’re barely remembering to breathe.

“Let go, darlin’, let me hear you,” he whispers, and you fold.

Joel bites into the crook of your neck and lets out a loud groan as he feels your pussy clamp around him. He fucks you through it, only slowing for a few seconds to let it wash over you, then picks the pace straight back up when you quieten and your breathing calms.

You’re so fucking overstimulated, but he’s not done, and you know what he wants. You want something, too. Maybe you two could work together.

“Joel?”

“Mhm?” He’s gone quiet, chasing his own high. You hear his breathing stammer when you say it.

“Want you to do it from behind.”

“Beh–” He’s almost gasping for breath, but when he understands what you mean, he wastes no time.

Wordlessly, he loosens his grip on you and pushes himself up, dick slipping out. You moan at the feeling of emptiness as it pulls out of you.

He gives you space to turn over, helping you move further up the couch with steady hands on your hips. When you settle, he lifts your ass up.

“Not gonna last long, baby,” he tells you, and you nod. Your right ear lies flat, sweat sticking you to the leather, hands splayed out above your head gripping the cushions.

You feel him line up again, his thighs against yours. Your breathing jilts as his head pushes in, followed by his shaft, filling you up, deeper and deeper until his balls kiss your clit.

You let a deep moan pass your lips. Joel groans, hips leaving your ass, only to smack into them again as he fucks you even deeper from this position.

He’s stretching you out more than you thought possible, cock spearing into you, tears swelling across your half-shut eyes. The feeling, the pain, too good to ask him to stop, but so overwhelming you can feel every thought, every instinct, every other feeling, leave your body with every thrust.

Joel’s all you know. He’s all you want to know.

Your legs start to give, and he places his rough hands on your waist to hold you up, pumping in and out of you at a punishing pace.

“Joel…” you whine.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m there, too.”

You feel his weight pushing on the back of your thighs and open your eyes to see him leaning over you, hands placed either side of your head. You lace your fingers with his and let him fuck you, totally mindless to everything around you except for the man at your ass, pummeling his dick inside you so deep your cunt is aching.

It pushes you over the edge.

Your walls squeeze his dick, threatening to pull him over with you. Your vision blanks for the third time tonight; what energy you have left is poured into the filthy cry which escapes your lips as Joel’s hard cock splits you open.

“So tight, baby, good fuckin’ girl.”

Joel begins to falter, his thrusts become sloppy, and he pushes your ass off of him so not to finish inside you. You kinda feel disappointed, wishing he’d just stay inside and fill you to the brim with his cum.

Joel gives himself a couple more strokes before you feel his seed coat your ass, warm, dripping down the small of your back and the underside of your thighs.

You moan at the feeling of him spilling all over you, the grunts he lets slip as his orgasm washes over him. You smile dumbly at the thought that you’re the one doing this to him; you’re the one covered in his cum. You’re his, even if it’s only in this moment.

He’s panting behind you. He almost collapses on top of your back, propping himself on his elbows to keep some of his weight off.

He gently leans down and nuzzles his nose against your ear, eliciting a quiet giggle from you.

“You okay?” he breathes.

You nod. “Better than okay.”

“You sore?”

“A little.”

“Baby…” he coos, and pushes himself up.

You sigh as his weight leaves you, and you hear his footsteps pad into the kitchen. You stay put, in part to keep from staining Joel’s couch with…well, Joel, but mostly because you’re too fucked-out to even move. Too fucked to feel your thighs, your back, never mind between your legs.

Joel returns with paper towel, and softly wipes from your back to your thighs, cleaning up his mess. He massages your muscles as he goes, and your eyes shut over with the sweet feeling.

When he’s done, he rolls you over and takes hold of your ankle, pulling you down the leather to his grasp, where he puts his tee over your head and helps you feed your arms through the sleeves. The Rangers logo sits just below your chest.

He pulls his boxers back on, before taking your outstretched arms and scooping you up in his. Your head falls limp in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

He carries you, completely dazed and fucked, out of the living room and upstairs. He makes a right at the top, down the dim hallway, past the same closet he went down on you in just two days ago, toward a door at the end. He knocks it open and takes you through.

Even in your half-sleeping state, you know exactly where you are. You’re in Joel’s bedroom.

You’ve been in here before, maybe only a couple times, when Sarah’s needed something or you’ve accompanied your dad to help repair something for Joel, but it feels different now.

It’s dark, the sun almost set on the other side of the house and the streetlights’ glow a burning orange right above Joel’s headboard.

He carries you over to the left side of the bed and lays you down in his soft sheets. He tucks you under the comforter and bends to place a long, tender kiss on top of your head.

You begin to swim in and out of sleep, waking to find him folding your clothes into a neat pile by the bedside, then again to watch him set a glass of water on the nightstand.

Your eyes are glued shut with exhaustion when you feel him lift the duvet behind you and slip in, taking your waist under his forearm and pulling you flush against his frame.

You listen to the faint sound of a cell phone dialing, and then hear his voice; soft, hushed, but still normal Joel.

“Hey, man. Yeah, no, everything’s fine. We were pretty late finishin’ up with these decorations, and then The Shining was on TV, so we stayed up to watch it. She’s pretty exhausted. I let her take Sarah’s room, I hope that’s okay?”

Your dad’s voice is faint down the line as you begin to drop off in Joel’s arms.

“Sure thing, thanks, Joel. You kick her out first thing, you hear? Don’t want her holdin’ you up for gettin’ Sarah.”

When you hear him slide his cell back onto his nightstand, you mumble something incoherent into his arm.

“What, darlin’?” Joel asks, head lifting to hear you better.

“I said, great welcome home party. Thanks.”

His lips press lightly on your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin. Whatever it is he says, you don’t hear it, already long gone to a deep, comfortable sleep.

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steddie-as-they-come · 5 months

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sequel to my roommate steddie au!! here's the first part! tags have changed, it's now more mature with some fade to black sex

Steve’s so warm. It’s not fair.

Eddie must have half his wardrobe on, tucked under all the blankets on his bed, and Steve is just sitting over there, in a T-shirt and thin sweatpants, like the jackass he is.

"You look cold." Steve says, shifting a bit.

Eddie glares at him. "No shit, Sherlock," he bites out, trying to reign in his temper. All things considered, Steve's a pretty great roommate, sharing his food and his children with Eddie. It's not his fault the college decides to let their students freeze to death.

Steve, to his credit, just laughs at him. "Okay, fine. I was gonna offer for you to come hang out over here, since you're over the vent and I'm not, but if you're gonna be like that-"

Eddie practically teleports out of bed. "No! No, please, Steve, did I ever mention how great your hair looks today and how kind you are to me-"

Steve laughs again, moving out of the way and patting the bed next to him. Eddie doesn't hesitate to scurry up and tuck himself into a little cocoon of his own blankets, trying not to bump Steve's arm as he focuses on his homework. He doesn't completely succeed, and his hand brushes against Steve's bare arm.

"What the fuck?" he says loudly. "Why are you the temperature of a campfire?"

Steve shrugs. "I've always run hot." he says. "It's great during winter movie nights because everyone piles on top of me, but then I get banished during summer movie nights, which is no fun."

Eddie's already sprawled over his shoulder, sighing happily, like some kind of lizard on a sunlit rock. If August Eddie could see him now, he'd try to smack the shit outta him for falling for a straight guy. One who was his roommate, no less.

But it's hard not to when Steve is kind, and accepting, and a little bit stupid, and hot as hell. It isn't like he just tolerates Eddie's physical affection either, he seems to welcome it. Steve even started initiating it, wrapping an arm around Eddie's shoulders, grabbing his arm to haul him out of particularly big crowds, and the hugs. Steve loves hugs.

There's a darkness to Steve too, the way he moves, the way he's always checking over his shoulder, flinching at flickering lights, always ready for a fight.

It makes Eddie wonder if Steve is like him.

Eddie wiggles a bit, adjusting his chin to prop on Steve's shoulder. "Whatcha workin' on?" he asks, just to be nosy.

Steve rolls his eyes, leaning away. "None of your business." he teases.

Eddie misses the warmth as soon as Steve's gone. "Nooooo," he whines. "Come back. I won't look!"

Steve stays leaned away, raising his eyebrows. "You're so weird." he says. It's not in a mean way, more that he's bewildered that one person can be this strange. Eddie takes this as a compliment.

He pretends to freeze to death, jerking and flinching. "It's...so cold." he mutters. "I see...the light... All because my roommate...let me freeze to death..."

Finally, Steve's blissful warmth comes back, and Steve sighs, tapping his pen against his paper. Eddie tries to peek again, and recognizes familiar words.

"Is that a character sheet?" he yells, and Steve frowns at him.

"You said you wouldn't look!"

Eddie waves him off, grabbing for the sheet. "Steve, this is D&D. It's automatically my business when it's D&D."

Steve finally hands it over. "Fine. Yes, it's a character sheet. Dustin's birthday is next Monday, and I was gonna ask you if I could join your game as a present to him."

Eddie nods, inspecting the sheet. Dustin's been begging for Steve to join basically since they started their little arrangement, where Eddie DM's for them in exchange for no more open hostility in the dorms. It may have worked a little too well, given Eddie's budding crush, but c'est la vie.

Eddie hands it back. "You are supposed to give the DM the character sheet a couple days in advance so they have time to work you into the plot."

Steve winces. "Really? Shit, I didn't know that."

"It's fine, I got some ideas, just from looking it over. You can borrow a spare set of dice and one of my miniatures too."

"Oh good, I had no idea if I needed any of that stuff."

"Do you want me to do a little crash course for you?" Eddie asks, preparing to brave the cold to grab his little homemade handbook.

Steve gives him a deadpan look. "Are you kidding me? Dustin is gonna love being better than me at this. I might as well go in with a regular six-sided die and pretend I thought that's the one I needed."

Eddie laughs. "Fair enough." The cold touches his neck and he burrows back into his blankets. "This fucking sucks, by the way. The cold."

"You're a big baby, man. It's fine."

"Ah, yes. Forgot I live with a walking, talking furnace." Eddie rolls his eyes, muttering, "This is worse than the time I was left outside in the cold."

"Wait, what?" Steve turns to him, eyes flinty like steel. "You were...what?"

"Oh. Um." Eddie's not sure how much to reveal, but he figures it had to come out eventually. "My dad left me out in the cold when I was thirteen. I think he thought it'd fix me. I just got really sick, though." He laughs humorlessly.

"You said...fix you?" Steve says, and Eddie's heart drops. He backs away from Steve before starting to talk, trying to find something to defend himself with if Steve gets mad.

"Yeah." Eddie says. "He saw me...kissing a boy."

Steve's eyes widen, and then he scoots closer. Eddie's breath hitches.

"Me too." Steve whispers.

Now it's Eddie's turn to be shocked. Steve continues. "Not...not left outside in the cold. They'd need to be home long enough for that. But...bisexual. I like girls and guys."

There's a tense, charged silence in the room. Eddie draws up all his courage. "I like you, Steve."

Steve stares at Eddie’s lips. “Can I-” he whispers breathlessly.

Eddie, seemingly just as entranced, nods, and Steve leans forward, pressing his lips against Eddie. Almost unconsciously, Eddie tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and Steve hums happily.

Eddie’s tongue swipes at the sealed lines of Steve’s lips. Steve freezes, then slowly, tentatively, opens his mouth.

Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile. Eddie practically pulls Steve down towards him, hands greedily exploring every inch of Steve he could reach. Steve gladly returns the favor, sneaking his hands between Eddie’s back and the mattress so he can feel the muscles lining Eddie’s spine flex and move as Eddie kisses him stupid.

Eddie pulls back, breaking the kiss. Steve whines, actually whines, and dives back in, but Eddie stops him with a gentle hand on his chest.

He kisses the corner of Steve’s mouth, and Steve chases it, leaning subtly towards Eddie, but Eddie just keeps moving, kissing a trail from his mouth to his chin, to the soft skin where Steve's jawline blends into his neck. Steve keeps moving, running his hands up and down Eddie’s back just for something to do.

Eddie reaches the small curve where his shoulder meets his neck, and Steve feels a small scrape of teeth against his skin. He whimpers.

“Oh?” Eddie says, the first thing he’s said since Steve leaned in. His voice is raspy, and Steve privately thinks it's the hottest fucking thing in the world. “There?”

He kisses there again, but this time there's no teeth, and Steve stays quiet, breathing slowly, in and out, in and out.

“Or…did you like it when I did this?”

Eddie leans forward and nips at Steve’s collar, and Steve keens. “Eddieee…” he says, dragging the vowels out too long, leaving that name hanging in the air.

Eddie tilts his head back up and captures Steve’s lips in another kiss, tongue sliding into Steve’s mouth smoothly. He kisses for a few seconds, then readjusts and gently nips at Steve’s lower lip.

“Please, please Eddie,” Steve begs breathlessly, not even sure what he's pleading for. Eddie seems to get it though, and slides his hands under his shirt to cup Steve’s waist.

Steve laces his hands through Eddie's hair and pulls, and Eddie lets out a moan, pushing Steve off of him and rolling so he's on top, enjoying the feeling of Steve under him on the mattress.

"I've never been so glad for the cold," he whispers against Steve's lips, and kisses him again.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #college au #stranger things #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #i am not brave enough to write actual smut yet. so fade to black it is

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marcusakito · 1 month

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Boothill x Mechanic!Reader

I was inspired by a post from @buggytales so please show them some love for this amazing idea!

CW: I feel like Boothill is OOC and has my own hcs mixed in since it's written before his release, but that's about it.

Names Used: Darlin', Sweetheart

For as long as Boothill can remember, he's been the rootin' tootin' cyborg cowboy of the galaxy. The gunslinging galaxy ranger, fighting evil and bringing justice. His mechanical augmentations were a byproduct of his lifestyle, starting off with just an arm, then a leg, or perhaps a part of his chest? It was a blur now, because before he knew it, he was less human than machine. But that never really bothered him, not when he's got the best mechanic this side of the galaxy; you.

You weren't his first mechanic by any means, but you certainly were the first he trusted with all his being. Your shop was small, hidden away in a busy market district of your home planet. It wasn't famous, nor was it busy at any given day, so it always made you wonder what got Boothill to visit your shop. Some would call it fate, or maybe it was mere chance that he stumbled into the store needing urgent repairs. Nevertheless, since that faithful day, he's been your loyal customer ever since. Whether it be a phone call from you asking how he's been, a routine maintenance to make sure his systems are in working order, or repairs from a battle, he was happy hearing you, seeing you, he loved everything about you.

His heart may now be a machine, having a steady, rhythmic beat. But he swears it beats faster when he's close to you.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"Welcome!" You greet, looking up from your desk behind the counter. A smile forms on your lips once you see it's Boothill. He returns your bright smile with his own as he leans on the countertop. "It's not your maintenance day, so do you need anything repaired?" You ask as you eye him up and down for any visible damages, to which there were none.

"My handgun ain't workin', was hopin' you'd take a look at it."

"You can place it on my table-Oh!" You couldn't help but giggle when Boothill placed his left arm on your desk, his body halfway over the counter.

"What? Ya said to place it on your desk!" He laughed along with you, his heart skipping a beat when he heard your laugh. He's heard it countless times, but it always made his day to hear it.

"Come around here and let me take a look." Boothill nodded and circled around the counter, sitting next to you on the spare stool. You gently took his left arm, using a tool to inspect it further. "It seems the cylinder isn't revolving like it's supposed too... Don't worry, it's an easy fix!" You smiled reassuringly, carefully dismantling the arm and repairing it. "This has been broken for a while now, weren't their any repair shops on the planet you were on?"

"There's plenty, but none of 'em were as good as you."

"If you say so." You playfully rolled your eyes as you continued the repair. That is until a question caught you off guard.

"Why you always so gentle, darlin'?" The cyborg couldn't help but ask as you work. "Am I more fragile than I'm thinkin'?"

"No, no, I'm just... worried I might hurt you, that's all." At this, Boothill laughed heartily, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye out of habit.

"You ain't gonna hurt me darlin'! I trust you, more than any mechanic in the galaxy." Your cheeks flushed red and you avert your gaze, opting to stare at the floor. "Aww what's that look for? It's only the truth."

Taking a deep breath, you look up at him. "T-That's really sweet of you, but why me? I don't think I'm the best, you know." Boothill gave a dismissive wave and took your hand in his.

"You don't gotta be the best, you've taken care of me plenty! I'm trustin' you with all of me, sweetheart, don't ya forget it." He winked and you felt your heart pounding in your chest as your face reddens.

"Thank you..." You take deep breaths and calm your emotions.

"I should be thankin' you." He let go of your hands, allowing you to finish your repair work. A soft smile on your face as you work, he was mesmerized watching you. He couldn't take his eyes off of you for even a moment. Before he knew it, you were already done. Which sadly meant it was time for him to go again.

Aeons did he hate leaving your side, even if he came back in a few months for a check-up or a repair within weeks.

But that's why he cherishes every moment he's got with you working on him. Perhaps one day, when he's not so busy, he'll take you out for a date or two.

"Before you go, I have an idea I have for a new augmentation!" You pulled out a few blueprints from under your desk and showed it to the cowboy. Boothill snorted and tried to contain his laughter.

"Butt lasers? Darlin' I don't think I'm gonna have use for that."

"What? But think about it, what if your arms and legs malfunction and you can't move?"

"What makes ya think anyone's gonna defeat me and I ain't able to kick and shoot 'em?"

"Well, um... It's just a precaution, that's all." Boothill stood up and took your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"Don't worry too much darlin'. I ain't gettin' roughed up all that much, wouldn't want ya to worry." He thought for a moment. "But if it makes ya happy, feel free to add it next time I visit. Some extra firepower will do me good, even when I got three guns." He slapped the gun on his waist and flexed his metal arms, causing you to giggle.

"Okay then. I'll see you around, space cowboy." With a tip of his hat, Boothill headed out of your store.

"See ya, darlin'."

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rubiehart · 22 days

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when john b is wanted by the cops, leopard!reader uses her pretty privilege to get the pogues some sustenance in the form of shitty pizza.

the roughed up teens sit in the crowded truck, seats reclined to keep them out of view of any passers-by who were drooling for that reward money. the yellow-ish light coming from the ‘urban slice’ sign illuminated the side walk, casting eerie shadows across the faces of the teens and distorted reflections against the windows.

“does anyone have any more cash to contribute?” clearly irritated, pope tries again, shaking the few coins he has in the palm of his hand, giving expected looks towards everyone. the silence was all the evidence he needed and he lets out a long sigh.

“dude, i’m so hungry i could eat my own arm.” jj pipes up, throwing his head back against the seat and flopping his arm around for empasis. the girl with her head on his lap gives him a sideways look, teeth crunching down loudly on the hard candy, completely unamused by his antics.

“only time i’ll agree with jj.” kiara adds from the driver’s seat, throwing an arm over her eyes and groaning. jj scoffs. “how much you got pope?” the second girl asks, sitting up from her laying position against jj and eyeing up pope expectedly. “uh-“ he starts, jingling the coins around between his palms to count. “79 cents.” he almost winces, eyes flitting to the girls face as she throws herself back against the leather seat with a groan. “great.”

“will you all shut up, for even five seconds? please.” john b asks with his eyebrows furrowed, turning his body to face the three in the backseat, eyes trained specifically on the girl with a short temper. “acting like i can’t hear your stomach rumbling from here.” she quips back, arms crossed over her chest, an equally unamused expression on her face.

huffing impatiently, she takes one last glance at her unhelpful friends, reaching over pope to pull the handle of the door. “since none of you losers wanna help-“ she starts, climbing over pope’s stunned body and jumping down onto the pavement, her sneakers smacking the concrete. “i’ll just do this myself.”

“um- i know i’m not the plan guy but i’m not really seein’ how this is workin’ out.” john b adds from the front seat, eyeing her suspiciously through the dirty window and she rolls her eyes, a little grin gracing her lips, teeth glinting in the shifty light.

“i got this. ‘kay?” she directs the questions at everyone, but her eyes are still trained on john b’s, blinking slowly as his eyes widen ever so slightly, his whole attitude seemingly changing. “uh- yeah whatever, be safe n’ stuff.” he nods, ignoring jj’s teasing from the backseat.

she gives everyone a once over, returning kiara’s supportive thumbs up with sticking her tongue out, slamming the car door and starting towards the borderline abandoned pizzeria.

she pushes open the door, big smile on her face directed to the only person behind the counter, a boy about her age, his cheeks noticeably redden as he looks her over, he hesitantly returns a little smile as she shoves her hands into the back pockets of her shorts, back arched a little and tits pushed forward as she eyes up the menu overhead.

her eyes are big and innocent as she blinks slowly at the menu, eyes flitting to his once she’d decided. “could i please get a large pizza, deep dish.“ she starts, eyes trained on him intently as he nods, stabbing nervously at the shitty screen, attempting to take her order.

“um- what toppings?” he hiccups out, her eyes widen a little and she pouts her lips a little, looking to the side as if she was thinking. “hmm..” she mumbles, bouncing on her heels a little, boobs practically in his face as she reels of her incessant list of toppings.

“cool. uh- will that be all?” he asks, scratching behind his ear awkwardly as he tries to keep his eyes on her face. “mhm. and a strawberry milkshake, extra whipped cream.” she smiles, rapping her nails against the chipped marble counter, tips of his ears reddening as he processes the order and quickly scurries into the back without another word.

she smirks to herself, pulling out her phone and swiping onto whatever app to pass the time, elbows leaning against the counter as the guy sneaks glances at her whilst sprinkling olives onto her pizza.

sliding her order across the counter to her. “that’ll be $12.95.” he nods, and she smiles, a little too confidently for someone who currently doesn’t even have a cent to her name. “for sure.”

she reaches into her bra, purposely making a show of dipping hem of her tank down to show the lace of her bra. “oh shoot.” she whispers, theatrically patting down the rest of her pockets and sighing when she expectedly finds nothing, concealing her smirk at the way his gaze followed her hands, shamlessly taking up and down her body as she pouted.

“i must’ve forgot my purse..” she mumbles, throwing one hand down at her side, giving her best puppy eyes to the scrawny boy and he goes red, something that seemed to be routine for him. “uh, y’know what, it’s on the house. closing up this shit hole in half an hour or so anyways-“ he coughs up the excuse, clearly a lie but she was thankful anyway.

“really?” she smiles, canines gleaming as she picks up the pizza box, milkshake in the other hand, wrapping her lips around the shitty paper straw and taking an overly suggestive sip, eyes closed and fluttering as she lets out a pleasured noise.

“that’s really good.” she smiles, he’s bright red by this point and she’s feeling a little bad, although she does take pride in making perverted men uncomfortable, he seemed sweet so she left it at that. “see ya!” she turns on her heel, waving behind her as the little bell above the door chimes to signal her exit, sneakers tapping against the concrete as she slides open the truck door again, the smell of freshly baked pizza filling the senses of the starved teens.

“someone order a pizza?”

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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REPLACED.

YANDERE! ROCKSTAR (FEROZE KHAN) x GN! MANAGER / PA ! READER x YANDERE! POP IDOL (JISOO HAN [EVE] )

FEROZE BELONGS TO MANAGER READER AND @moyazaika !! Just wanted to make a lil gift for my lovely moot 💋

[ Part 2 : REHEARSAL ]

You were absolutely terrified.

Lord knows how you were able to get the Feroze Khan to agree with collaborating, with a “goody two shoes” pop idol who flirted to hell and back with you, no less. But you just knew someone was going to get hurt by the end of this.

Eve used to be your client before you were dumped into the depths of hell. Aside from the flirtations and clinginess, he was a dream to work with as a manager. He never got into scandals, and he worked day and night to be the best in his craft. You never had to worry when it came to his career. You however, took that for granted and left him the moment you got a better deal. Getting to work with a junior idol vs a seasoned rockstar, the choice was obvious was it not?

Nope.

Eve making tons of songs about heartbreak only poured salt into the wound. You saw him as your little brother almost, it was hard seeing him grieve for your presence. You felt heartless. Guilt ate you up from the inside out. You were lucky he didn’t try contacting you after it all.

Until now.

heeeyyy there! beena while. you workin with Feroze at the moment right???

You squinted at the DM you received. As a manager you were used to dealing with all sorts of texts. Thirsty ones, death threats, collaboration requests. But none of them made your heart beat this quickly. Was it out of excitement, nervousness, or terror? You didn’t know.

I am.

short and straight to the point as always!! i’ve always loved that about you

∧,,,∧

( ̳• · • ̳)

/ づ♡

take my love, wontchu?

You covered your mouth and squealed.

“The fuck?” Feroze looked up from his guitar at the noise you made. He had to admit it was cute but it did ruin a recording of his.

“Sorry, I’ll go outside.”

“No, stay. I need you here.”

You simply nodded, already used to his obsession with you at this point.

annyyyywaysss i just wanted to ask if you could secure a collab with me n mr. khan?

been tryin to get ahold of him but all i got back was radio silence 🥶

but i know if it’s you, the bestest manager ever, i’ll be able to collab with the bestest rockstar in the world!!

i’ll be a good boy i promise!! pretty please with a cherry and me on top?

Somehow you doubted that. But as your own self appointed protocol states, you must report the matter to your client.

“Feroze, you’ve got another collab request.”

“Was it the person that got you squealing?”

Oh no, you did not like his tone. Jealous Feroze was a monster to deal with. “. . . Yes ? “

“Go for it.”

“What? D-don’t you want to hear about their music style and what not before you—“

“I just have one condition. They have to come to me.”

And, you were doomed.

“Right. I’ll schedule a meeting.”

You stand corrected. They got along well. A bit too well for your liking. You didn’t have to stand awkwardly there while Feroze glared (as he usually does) at his collaborator. In fact they were even conversating! And it wasn’t small talk…

“Mr. Khan! You’re even dreamier up close.”

Your employer even seemed to be amused by Eve’s personality. “I could say the same for you, Eve right? Like the biblical Eve? And please, call me Feroze.”

“Yeah! They thought it’d be a nice call back to my more . . . type of music.“

“Type of music you say. . .”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Oh, you bet I am.”

Why do you have a feeling you were being replaced?

YOU RECEIVED A SPECIAL POSTER!

Check it out?

[ ✅ YES ]

[ PART 2: REHEARSAL ]

tempted to make a bl/mlm spin off of these two fr fr

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | moyazaika | 2023

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megamindsecretlair · 8 months

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Through the Fire

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (male receiving), size kink, all consensual. Praise kink, dirty talk. Mention of jail, drug use, guns, and violence. Angst. Established relationship. Spoilers for season 2 of Snowfall.

Summary: The night that Franklin shot Kevin, he made one stop before seeing his mom.

Word Count: 4,424k

A/N: Hello brainrot. Did I mention the brainrot? Because I have major brainrot. FX knew not to show them nasty ass sex scenes for him because I would be UNWELL. Anywhooo, I couldn't stop writing. This hurt me. I hope it both hurts you and makes you feral LOL. Thank you so much for the love on my first Franklin fic! Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @planetblaque @notapradagurl7 @miyuhpapayuh @henneseyhoe

The loud banging at your door made you nervous. No one knocked like that and it meant something good. It was either the police or some shit you didn’t want to deal with. You crept to the living room and looked out of the peephole. There was no one there.

The banging persisted and you turned to the sound, following the sound to your back door. You pulled aside the curtain on the door and saw Franklin looking over his shoulder. You opened the door.

“Franklin? What–?”

Franklin pushed past you into your kitchen. Cold air from outside hit your exposed arms and legs from the shorts and tank top you wore. “He’s dead.”

You closed the door behind Franklin and locked it behind him. The lights were still off thankfully and you peeked through the curtains, watching for anything suspicious. Though you didn’t know what you were looking for.

Franklin paced the dark kitchen rubbing his hands and his breaths were shaky and stuttered. “Who’s dead, Franklin?”

You’d never seen him like this. Franklin was the definition of cool and calm. Dread knotted in your stomach. ‘He’ could refer to anyone. You thought of Leon, Jerome, Kevin, Officer Wright. Naw. Franklin wouldn’t be this upset if it was that asshole Wright.

Franklin rubbed his head and you crossed the room. “Franklin, talk to me,” you said.

He was too agitated. He shook his head as he paced. “Is your moms home?”

“She workin’ late. Franklin, you’re scaring me.”

Franklin couldn’t take a full breath. In a minute, he was going to put a groove into the kitchen tile. “I told him! I told that muthafucka that somethin’ like this was gon happen. He didn’t wanna listen!”

You stepped closer to Franklin and grabbed him by the shoulders so he would stop pacing. Your head spun watching him go back and forth like a ping pong ball. Franklin stopped but wouldn’t look you in the eye.

“Tell me what’s going on, baby,” you said. You squeezed his shoulders. Franklin’s harsh breathing nearly echoed in the silent kitchen. Every sound was heightened and only served to put you more on edge.

“Kevin…Kevin’s dead. Because of me,” Franklin said softly. His face crumpled and he dug his hands into his eyes. A choked gasp escaped him. You realized that he was crying. Your heart shattered as you pulled him into a hug.

“What do you mean, Franklin?” He was saying words but it wasn’t making sense. You were no idiot. You knew what Franklin and his little friends were up to. You made him promise to leave that shit outside. So far, there haven't been any problems.

Franklin shivered in your embrace, his crying quiet and soft. You hated this for him. There was so much you didn’t know, that you wanted to shake from him. You wanted to demand answers. You wanted to yell and scream. None of that would help the situation. You needed to be calm for his sake.

You rubbed Franklin’s back, soaking in the feel of him. He had to bend at an awkward angle in order to put his chin on your shoulder. Surely, it would start to hurt him. You pulled away and glanced at his face.

Franklin’s eyes were unfocused, seeing something in his mind’s eye that you had no idea of. Whatever it was, left his eyes wide. You hated that look in his eyes. You pulled him towards the living room.

Franklin stopped and shook his head. He directed you towards your room in the back of the house. Bright light bathed your room and you cringed a bit at all of the girly shit. The Michael Jackson posters in your room. The comforter with flowers all over it.

Franklin turned off the light. The sudden absence of light gave you a flash of a headache as your eyes adjusted. The moonlight hit your room in such a way that you could still see most of Franklin’s features but not much else.

Franklin sat on the edge of your bed and pulled you next to him. You sat close to him and he put his head on your shoulder once more. You wrapped your arm around him and scratched his head idly.

“Please, baby, I’m scared,” you whispered.

“I shot Kevin. I thought…I shot him in the leg. He was gon be fine! Me and Leon had to leave him there,” Franklin told you. “We left him.”

Franklin’s voice broke and you kissed his head, absorbing the information. Franklin shot Kevin? It didn’t make sense. It was so out of character for Franklin. You remembered all the conversations you and Franklin had about guns. About protecting himself. But as more of a scare tactic. You didn’t want him to get beat up like he did when he first started all of this.

You shuddered remembering how hurt he was then. His face all swelled up and blood was sticking to his face. You told him then that you didn’t want something like that to ever happen again. You tolerated the guns because you knew he’d never use them unless he absolutely had to.

“Tell me everything, Franklin,” you whispered against his skin.

Franklin told you everything. About Kevin’s cousin still selling in Mexican territory. About the senseless murder. How Kevin screamed for the guy’s head no matter the cost to the business. Kevin wanted war and blood and violence. Franklin did what he could but he knew that if Kevin ever found out who did it, there would be no talking him down.

And that’s exactly what happened. Kevin betrayed Franklin. Sold the recipe to the Mexicans for the name of the man who murdered Kevin’s cousin. Kevin went to the park to kill the man in broad daylight, all the other people be damned.

“There were kids there,” Franklin said and sniffed. “He didn’t care. What it would mean for us or for him.”

“You did what you had to do, baby. I’m sorry. But if Kevin succeeded, you could be laying in a ditch somewhere,” you said. You knew your morals were messed up. But when it came to Franklin, nothing else mattered. You didn’t want that phone call. You dreaded it. You had enough nightmares about it to last you a lifetime.

“He’s my best friend,” Franklin said. He buried his head in your shoulder. Warm, wet tears slid down onto your tank top. You held him and let him cry it out. You didn’t know how to help him.

He needed some rest, truthfully. To sit with that he did. “Is that why you’re here? The cops are on you?”

Franklin shrugged and told you the rest. About an agent being on scene. Leon drove away fast enough that he should be safe. But he didn’t want you hearing anything about him from the streets. It was too risky to call. Riskier still to make the trek here.

You stayed across the street from him so it wasn’t entirely suspicious for him to be caught near here. Still. You wondered if he wouldn’t be safer in one of his properties. Something not tied to him.

Your mind raced thinking of how to keep him safe. Franklin’s shoulders shook one last time and he wiped his face.

“I’m so tired,” he said.

You scooted back in the bed and tugged on his arm. He kicked off his shoes and got into bed, placing his head on your stomach. He wrapped his arms around your middle and held on tightly. You stroked his head and kissed him periodically until his breathing evened out. He slept while your mind ran a mile a minute.

So many emotions and thoughts ran through you. How safe was he with you? How exposed was he in the streets and all these drugs? What the hell was an agent doing at that park? Did someone see them? Their car? Franklin was the smartest man you knew. You knew that for every question you thought of, he likely already thought of the solution. Still. The worry gnawed on you like a dog with a bone.

Time passed where you must have fallen asleep, because when you opened your eyes, Franklin was kissing your neck.

“Franklin?” You asked groggily. What time was it? Felt late. The moon was still out. Your window was open and a light breeze ruffled the curtains.

“I need to feel somethin’ other than…this,” he said.

“You need rest. We gotta come up with a plan or…”

“Please. Baby,” Franklin said and kissed you. He licked his lips and dived in for another kiss, longer and deeper this time. “You’re the only one who feels safe. Feel like home,” he said. He placed his forehead against yours and took a deep breath.

How could you deny him this? Outside was insane. Kevin was dead, there’s possible agents after him. On top of everything else…Franklin was constantly under stress. He took on so much responsibility.

You nodded. You kissed his cheek and then the other one. Franklin leaned up and his palm came up to cradle your cheek. You kissed his palm. His thumb feathered across your cheek before pulling you close into a kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and held him to you.

You’d give him everything you had. You’d ground him in whatever way you were able. If he needed to kiss, you’d kiss. If he needed your hands on him, you’d do that too. If he needed a ride out town, then you’d find a way.

Franklin kissed down your neck, to your chest. He kissed over the top of your tank top before yanking it higher and exposing your breasts. He played with them, rubbing it between his hands and pushing your breasts together. He kissed one and then the other, before flicking his tongue out.

You moaned and he wrapped his lips around your nipple. “Fuck,” you moaned. Each suckle of your nipple sent shivers right down to your pussy, making you contract and clench. Franklin blew his breath over the wet nipple and then moved on to the other one.

You pulled at his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his chest. You ran your hands over the expanse of his body. He shivered at your touch on him. He grabbed your hand and kissed your palm, then your forearm, and the crook of your elbow.

You leaned forward and kissed him, rising up. He followed you and you pushed at his shoulders until he laid down on your bed. He looked at you with a question in his eyes.

You couldn’t help much when it came to his business. You didn’t want to be involved. Sticking your head in the sand wasn’t much better. But there was nothing you could do. You didn’t know shit about business. Not like Franklin. However, you knew this. You knew him.

You knew that you could make him feel good and forget for a little while. To help him reset and think more clearly about all of this.

You got off the bed and pulled at Franklin’s legs, moving him to the edge of the bed. You unzipped his pants and pulled both it and his boxers off.

“Baby,” Franklin said.

You put a finger on his lips and sank to your knees. Your bed was a little high for what you wanted to do. You stood back up and grabbed a pillow, putting it under your knees. It made you level with his thick, long dick. He was getting harder by the minute.

You reached out and touched him. He hissed as he watched you. Studied you. It was like he was committing all of this to memory. You didn’t want it to be a memory. You were going to figure all of this shit out. He was going to stay safe.

You kissed his thigh and watched his reaction. He smirked at you. “Don’t just play with it,” he said.

Ignoring him, you stroked his dick and played with the precum beading on the tip. You kissed his balls and kissed a trail up his dick. Franklin sighed as he moved, leaning back on the bed on his elbows.

You licked his dick and he twitched on the bed. You inhaled the musky scent of him. You fondled his balls, rolling one between your fingers nice and slow. His breathing picked up, little hisses of groans.

“You are an evil woman,” he said with a chuckle.

You giggled and sucked the head of his dick into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” Franklin said. You popped it back out with a loud smack.

You waited and looked at him. Franklin looked down at you and smirked. “C’mon baby,” he said. You grinned and gave in. Some other time, you could tease him all you wanted. He always paid back in kind, but for now, he needed this quick and easy release.

You sucked him back into your mouth, as many inches as you could fit. You started to bob your head, getting his dick nice and wet. You slobbered as you pleasured him. Franklin let fly a string of curses and moans, rolling his head back.

His hand dug into your scalp and pulled your hair back. “Just like that. Fuck, just like that,” Franklin coached. You kept going, doing exactly what he wanted. Spit slipped out the side of your mouth and dripped down your chin. Franklin watched it slide and you could’ve sworn that his strokes increased. His thick dick nearly hit the back of your throat.

Franklin’s moans grew frantic. He couldn’t move your head anymore, his hand slipping. You opened your eyes and watched his head fall back. His jaw went slack. A last, strangled moan escaped him before his dick pulsed and hot jets of cum shot down your throat. You swallowed and licked it all up.

You moved your mouth off of him and kept stroking with your hand. He hissed and the look he gave you…it was ravenous. “Get that ass on this bed,” he said.

You grinned and stood up, shimmying out of your shorts. Franklin moved to the front of the bed. He laid on his back and pulled you by the arms. You straddled him and looked down into his eyes. It was always strange to look down on him for once. His height always forced you to look up at him.

To look up to his vision for the future. You spent plenty of time listening to him. He was like an old school Panther or activist the way he talked about the community. You’d follow him to the ends of the earth.

Franklin ran his hands under your shirt to feel your skin. He caressed your lower back. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped.

You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. You intended to give him all of the comfort you could. He quickly took over, kissing you deep and slow. You had all the time in the world to kiss him. Love on him.

Franklin shifted and moved you. His dick pushed into your wet heat and you shared a groan. “Franklin,” you whispered.

“Love my name on your lips,” he said. He kissed you again. He didn’t move. The thickness of him pulsed and twitched inside of you. He was content to sit and kiss you. His tongue slipped inside. He kissed and sucked on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth and releasing it.

He licked your lips. Explored your mouth. Each pass of his tongue against yours made your pussy contract and arousal flood his dick. “Like that shit, don’t you?” He asked.

You nodded. “Franklin, I love everything you do to me,” you said. You kissed him. “This right here? This is us. We’re the only things that matter,” you said.

“I just wanna make you feel good, baby,” he said.

“You make me feel so good,” you said.

“Yeah? Let me hear it then,” he said. He started to move his hips, sliding you up and down on his dick.

“Oh, oh shit,” you said. It was like he pulled the words from you. He dick stretched you out but in this position, it was comfortable. Your thighs were on either side of him. Your hands braced on his shoulders as you looked into each other's eyes.

There was still no sense of urgency. He moved slowly, pulling all the way out and then pushing back in and watching the way your eyes rolled. Your jaw would hang open, the breath stolen from your lips.

His hands gripped your waist, almost bruising. It only turned you on more. His moans fueled your own. “Feel so good,” you moaned.

“Shit, baby. Grip that dick,” he said. His head rested against your headboard, his eyes rolling back with a smile on his face. You loved when he got like this. When he let himself be free and open.

Your orgasm was building slowly but steadily. Climbing higher towards that delicious peak. “Franklin, please. Let me cum,” you begged. If he would go faster, you’d already be flying high.

Your hands traveled up, cuddling him close. You buried your head into the crook of his neck.

“Mm-uh, I wanna feel everything,” he said.

He continued that slow, tortured pace. The sound of your lovemaking squelched in the silent house. There was just you and him. Joined. Connected.

“Oh fuck, Franklin. That’s it,” you said. He managed to hit a spot deep inside of you.

“Oh, I like that,” he said. He hit that spot, over and over. Your moans turned wild and crazy. You bit his shoulder as that peak neared. You bounced on his dick as he routinely hit your spot.

“Oh fuck me,” you moaned.

“Just like that, baby. So fuckin’ beautiful. Never letting you go. Never letting this pussy go.”

You came on a loud curse, your legs shaking and your body going boneless. Franklin wrapped his strong arms around you and held you through it. “That’s it. Let it go,” he said as you talked you through it.

When you were done, you panted and moved to get off of him. He shook his head, capturing your lips once again. His dick twitched inside of you. He kissed you and he leaned up, taking you with him.

He laid you onto your back, kissing you. Rubbing your back and your thighs. He hiked one leg up and over his hip. The other, he spread wide. Then he started to pound into you like a man possessed.

His dick speared you over and over again. It robbed you of all thought. There was nothing but his dick hitting that spot again.

“Mhmm, take that dick,” he whispered harshly.

“Fr-Fra-”

“Mm-uh, just keep taking that dick.” He moved your tank up, gripping onto your titty and licking your nipple.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Fuck me, baby,” you screamed. You were leaning on one elbow and your free hand pushed at his chest. You just needed your bearings. But your hand slipped on his sweaty chest. Moonlight caught some of it, making it glisten.

“Mhmm, mhhm,” Franklin moaned.

You slapped his chest. His dick kept sliding in and out, slick with your arousal. You looked into his eyes. There was so much love and lust there, shining through his eyes. He kept eye contact, never breaking pace, as he leaned forward and kissed you.

“Who this shit belong to?” He asked.

“You, you, you,” you moaned. You were so close. Your moans and cries grew louder as your orgasm approached.

“This pussy yours, baby. All yours,” you managed to croak out.

“All mine?”

You could only manage a nod. Between his dick and your moans, you didn’t have time for anything else.

He pinched your nipple and you gasped. It surprised the orgasm out of you. Wave after wave of pleasure suffused you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head while your vision blacked out.

Franklin groaned and pumped you full of him. Spurts of cum shot into you, filling you to the brim.

You collapsed together, panting and laughing at what you just experienced. He smacked kisses all over your sweat slick skin.

“Thank you, baby,” he said in between kisses.

“You never have to thank me for that,” you said.

“Yes, I do. My mama always told me to be thankful for what’s mine,” he said with a devilish smirk.

You smacked his shoulder and he laughed. He slid out of you and his cum came leaking out. You groaned at the feeling. He got up and disappeared down the hall and came back with a wet rag. He helped clean you up and then he slid into bed beside you and pulled you close.

You both grew quiet. You listened to the strong thump of his heart. You were halfway to sleep, cuddled into his side.

“Baby?” Franklin asked.

“Hm?” You asked.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” He asked.

You turned to face him. The moonlight cast shadows on his face so he was half in profile. He didn’t look at you, he stared out of the window.

“You are the smartest, greatest man I know. You can never be a monster. Never.”

“What kind of great man kill they own best friend?” He asked.

“You didn’t know.”

Franklin shook his head, refusing to meet your eyes. “There could’ve been a different way,” he said.

“If there was, you would’ve found it. Things were moving too fast, like you said.”

Franklin took a deep breath but he was retreating from you. You could tell. He was closing in on himself, locking away the sweet man you’ve come to know. The walls that you’d spent months pulling down were building back up. Brick by brick.

“You’re not a monster, you have to believe that,” you said. You needed him to see. Before he disappeared completely behind those walls, you needed him to understand that crucial part.

“I need to go,” he said. He didn’t move but it was like he didn’t hear you. Nothing you’d say would get through to him.

“Franklin, don’t. What if there are people looking for you?”

“If they are, I don’t want to bring ‘em here. You’ve done enough for me. I love you,” he said. He kissed you, pouring unspeakable emotion into this kiss. It was unnameable. Something you could only feel in the tug of your soul.

“I love you. Stay here with me,” you said.

Your mom would flip so you thought of places to hide him. Your mom usually came right in, checked on you, and then went to bed. All Franklin had to do was lay on the floor until then.

Franklin kissed your cheek and got up from the bed. He started pulling on his clothes. His face closed down. He was not the same, scared person that showed up earlier that night. He was distant. Walled off. A pillar or a statue now, immoveable.

“Franklin, please,” you cried.

You stood up as well. He pulled on his boxers and jeans. You grabbed his shirt and yanked. You got into a tug of war as Franklin pulled the shirt from your grasp. He leaned down and kissed you, his hand caressing your cheek.

“I have to do this. I’ll see my mom and then I’ll get out of town for a bit,” he said. He tried to smile but it was too quick. Too fake.

“I’ll come with you,” you said. You didn’t care what you had to tell people. He couldn’t do this. But once Franklin got something in his head, there was no turning back. There was no talking him down.

“No. You have to stay here. Your moms will kill me,” he said with another fake ass grin. You groaned and pulled your panties and shorts back on. Franklin kissed your cheek and left the room. You hopped on one foot, trying to pull your shorts up. One side got caught under your foot. You cleared it and pulled your shorts up and ran after him. Fuck him and his long ass legs.

“Franklin! Franklin, don’t!” You pulled at his arm and he swung it, knocking you loose. He left through the back door. You couldn’t call after him. You searched the ground for your shoes. Fuck! Why was everything so fucking hard to find in the dark?

You slipped on a pair of flip flips and left the house but Franklin was nowhere to be found. You searched the dark backyard, looking for any sign of movement. You cursed softly and placed your hands on your head, rocking back and forth on your heels.

You went back inside, headed towards the phone in the living room. You picked it up and the dial tone sounded. Movement out of the window caught your eye. You put the phone back on the receiver and moved towards the window.

You peeked out from behind the curtain and saw numerous cop cars rolling silently. Their lights were off. You followed them with your eyes. They stopped in front of your house, in front of Franklin’s mom’s house. There was a soft glow of light on the inside.

“Franklin, no!” You went back to the phone, dialing the number. At that moment, the sirens sounded. Red and blue lights flooded your house, a swirling mix that only spelled danger. “Franklin,” you gasped.

You left your front door. The neighborhood left their front doors, heading outside in a mix of robes, rollers, and house slippers. Cold air slapped against your skin as you watched Franklin getting marched out of the front door by police officers. He was struggling and looked scared.

His mom called after him and yelled at the cops. You stood transfixed. This felt like it was happening to someone else. It felt like a television program. Any minute, it would turn to the commercial and leave this awful scene.

Your chest caved in as Franklin looked at you from over the hood of the cop car. He mouthed, “I love you.”

You did the same thing back. He was shoved into the cop car and the door slammed. It made you jump. Burning hot tears streamed down your face. The streetlights and red and blues swam in your vision.

You watched your future drive away and all you could do was stand there and watch.

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Can I request a fic where Reader’s parents were recently killed and she has to look after her younger siblings. She needs to find a way to earn money so she is forced to become a prostitute/sex worker. Only thing is she is a virgin. And guess who takes her virginity as part of the job? (Joel!). Not sure how you can make it dark, but that’s up to you!

virgin sex worker

<1k words | joel x f!reader | masterlist

18+ virginity loss, unsafe PIV sex, bj, Joel talks you through the whole thing. Post-outbreak.

"Call me Joel," the john says.

"It's my first time," you tell him.

"No different from doin' it with a boyfriend," he reassures you as he unzips his pants.

"No, I've never. . . It's my first time, ever."

He looks stunned but not put off. "Why ya doin' this?"

"It's really none of your business, I'm not gonna justify myself to you."

"Why me then? Lotta men would pay top dollar for a virgin."

"You're a regular, right? The other girls said you'd be good for my first time. Nice and gentle?"

"Whew, that ain't me, baby," he laughs. "Must be their sick idea of hazing the new girl. . . Must want me to break ya in reeeal good."

Your face goes cold and your eyes prickle with tears.

"Don't worry baby, I can try my best . . . c’mere, let’s see what we’re workin’ with.” He pats the bed. “Bend over for me.” He takes off his jeans.

You bend over with your ass in the air. He lifts up your skirt and pulls down your panties. "Mmm now that's a nice lookin' pussy."

He strokes it but you aren’t wet. He puts his hands on your waist then asks “ok if I move ya'round and shit?”

“Um, yeah,” you answer.

He somewhat roughly throws you on your back. “Was that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“I’m gonna make it so it feels better for ya, k?” He takes your panties all the way off then puts his head between your legs. His tongue on your clit turns you on right away. He kisses, licks, and sucks at your pussy, always returning to your clit. You moan in pleasure, then he sticks a finger in.

“Good girl, now we’re in business.” He slowly pumps that one finger as he keeps pleasuring you with his mouth. Then he sticks another finger in. He grunts in satisfaction as he pulls his mouth away, and looks up at you from between your thighs. “Nobody ever been in here?”

“No, only toys.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “Well good, that means you prolly won’t bleed too much.

He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, then curls them. It’s quite a stretch, but still pleasant. After awhile, Joel sits up and gives you a little smile, thumbing your clit one last time as his fingers slide out.

“Alright, we’re warmed up, ready to go,” Joel says while palming himself over his boxers. “You wanna give it a kiss first, get to know it?”

You sit up, then bend over again so your head is at dick-level with him standing next to the old, dirty bed. His hard cock intimidates you but also sends a pang of arousal between your legs. You wrap your hand around it and he sighs. You put your lips around the head and he says “Yeah, attagirl.” When you begin to suck, he gives a low whistle. “Damn, you suck a good cock.”

You’ve done your research.

“Alright now.” You take your head off his cock and wait for his instructions. He sits on the bed with his back against the headboard. “How bout ya just come on up here.” He pats his lap. “Take it how you want it, and I’ll try not to interfere.”

You slowly straddle him and hover over his cock. He holds it for you in one hand and watches you hungrily. He fingers you again with his free hand, then urges you closer, pulling you by your ass. He aligns his tip at your entrance, then you slowly sink onto it. In a way, it feels amazing, but It’s a major stretch and also hurts. You wince. He breathes heavily, trying to control himself.

“Ok if I help?” he asks and you nod. His hands come to your hips and gently press down. You gasp and your face screws up.

“Sometimes ya gotta rip the bandaid off. want me to do that for ya, baby?”

You’re nervous but you don’t think you can go any further without more help.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Attagirl,” he says. His large hands pull you down hard on his cock and he grunts loudly. You gasp at the intrusion. It feels like he’s inhabiting most of your body. He thrusts up into you and you gasp again. It hurts, but not in a very bad way.

Then, he sits more upright and puts you on your back. He pulls out most of the way, then slams his cock into you and you both grunt as the force pushes you down the bed. He begins to really fuck you. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says and you nod. His face darkens, then he pounds into you repeatedly. It hurts, but not bad enough to say it. The feeling of being filled by him outweighs the pain.

After a few minutes, he says he’s about to come. “Wanna see how it tastes?”

“Yeah,” you say as he pulls out. He straddles you and walks on his knees up to your armpits, leans forward, and you lift your neck to accept him into your mouth. Then he groans and pulses into your mouth.

It's salty and a little tart.

"Good girl," Joel whispers as you take the last of his load. He gets dressed while you freshen up. He's sitting on the bed in his jeans when you come out.

"You're still here?" You ask.

"Yeah, you good?"

You nod.

"Can I give ya'a hug?"

You hug goodbye and the taste lingers in your mouth all day.

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This was a quick one from the ask cellar. Ty for reading!

#dark!joel #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #toxicanonymity ☠️

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❥𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝐽𝑜𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑧’𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑓．．．٩(◕‿◕｡)۶𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒔!

Warnings: innocent victimless pranks😇, disturbing his peace, some suggestive lines here and there, she’s a headache but one he loveeees getting folks😂💕

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚, 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐...𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚...”

._(✿ ❤︎︎‿❤︎︎)(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )(≧◡≦) ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡•..~

Its been about a week ago since Joe had attacked your poor cheek and persons with his cutesy bullying….

And you’ve been making good on your vow to get him back.

By inconveniencing him in every way you could.

Letting your intrusive thoughts win every time, It had gotten so bad that even the boys on the team knew about it.

Shorty especially got a kick out of it.

Like that time when Joe came to practice with red lips all over the ass of his shorts, kissed personally by yours truly.

“That color’s workin for you Rantz!”, he teases as some of others whistle when they catch on. Joe, however, is confused.

“What are you talkin’ about?”

The very mature answer he gets, comes in the form of various obnoxious kissing sounds.

They’re on their way to the boat when he catches one of his coaches try and fail to hide their smirk before he notices his reflection out the corner of his eye in the water. Breath catching in his throat, he’s flushing the same shade of red when sees it.

The deep red, lip-shaped stains all over the seat of his shorts. He had so many questions but none of them about who left them.

He had some clues as to why but not how. Unfortunately, that was only the beginning.

From leaving marks on his persons without him catching on, getting him riled up then leaving, pinching his butt and messing with him by insisting you didn’t know what he was talking about when he called you on it; to spraying the inside of his backpack with your perfume and watching him freeze in class the next day when he opens it and your scent, along with a few choice memories tied to it, hit him in the face. Looking away quickly when he snaps his head up at you.

And you deserved an award for how well you’d play good girl. Wiping the smirk off your face with record speed, assuming the look of utmost innocence before looking up at him through your lashes. Pouting, “why I’d never, honest.”

To prove that you definitely would, Joe decided to test you. Doing everything you like in a day and seeing if you’d tease and flit away or jump him like you usually did.

You were both out in the water after the sun had gone down and you were sitting in his lap while he tried to “teach” you how to row.

Blanks weren’t the only thing about to get filled.

Until, you push away from his wandering hands and lips to sit as far as you can.

Pinching your lips in as you smile, “well look at the time. Guess we should be heading back now..” and that’s when he gets it.

“You’re still mad huh? That’s why you’ve been actin’ up so much.” Of course you let him off the hook. It was so you could get him back.

Then since the jig is up…

“Duh I’m still mad! You laughed at me for like 10 minutes straight! You…you bullied me,” dropping your voice at that last line, so he can hear the pout.

Smiling, Joe shakes his head with a huff amusement. There’s his dramatic girl. Making sure the oars are secure, he reaches across and pulls you back into him.

“Alright sweets. I shouldn’t have laughed like that. That wasn’t very nice of me, to you, who’s never bothered me.” You definitely have bothered him and on multiple occasions but he’s being sweet and a little sarcastic which is your weakness. You’re just too fond of him. Breaking into a grin, you giggle prettily. Making his heart swell in adoration as he looks at you.

“Forgive me?” Obviously. You throw your arms around his neck, nodding happily.

The war was officially over.

“Good. Now, was the lunchbox with ‘from your big sexy girlfriend who wears the pants in the relationship’ written on top of it necessary?” Ahh yes. You may have went a drop overboard.

But if it’s one thing you are: it’s shameless and unrepentant. Blushing, you nod again.

“Absolutely necessary”.

Pecking his full lips and pulling away with a wink.

Cheeky. What was he going to do with you?

Grabbing the oars with you snuggled happily in his lap, Joe starts to row you two back. Feeling content that out of everyone you could have been “inconveniencing” with the loveliness of your presence, you chose him.

It’s that thought with the feel of you cuddled all over him that has him grinning ear to ear all the way back.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #fluff #joe rantz #joe rantz x reader #the boys in the boat #masters of the air #mota #x reader

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Chapter 25

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :)

Words: 3736

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Your cheeks heated up, your smile was soft and sweet on your lips. Yoongi's grip tightened on your palm, his fingers holding yours sincerely.

Namjoon smiled to himself, glad to know his pack was doing so well. The alpha wished to have an omega to take care of for so many years—pretty much since their pack was formed during their predebut.

And now that they finally had you, the packalpha was ready to spoil you. He would make sure you were always taken care of.

You would get only the softest blankets to cuddle up with—none that would itch or scratch your skin. The food they would make for you would be the tastiest they could ever manage, the meat always cooked well through to ensure no risks.

Nothing too chewy or crunchy, so your jaw wouldn't hurt from anything. They would make sure you had enough of everything under the sun and would always be protected and cared for.

While it wasn't that unusual for omegas to cook for their packs, it wasn't too abnormal for alphas and sometimes betas to fully do so instead.

The kitchen could be dangerous, and they didn't want you to get hurt. Plus, if something goes wrong, you might get stressed out, and they didn't want that to happen either.

Namjoon was sure you were a great cook, though, and so an idea for a cooking RUN BTS episode popped into his head, with you participating.

Oh, he could already just imagine—it would be for baking, a silly competition using random gadgets their staff would order for them, and whoever made the better pastry would win.

The packalpha was no professional in the kitchen, that's for sure, but he got a bit better over time. All of his packmates were still more skilled than him, that's certain.

It would all depend on how the meeting with the management goes today, and he can't get his hopes up like this. Namjoon knew you would make a nice first impression deep down; you made a great impression on him the first time he saw you.

Remembering the moment of how small and fragile you looked- oh, the packalpha could hear himself practically cooing if he thought of it any longer.

The way you entered their lives, triggering their alpha needs that have been tucked away for so long, had them wrapped around your tiny finger right away.

Scrolling through the many available radio stations they had recently purchased, he selected the one that seemed the most suitable, named Staticooll, the alpha's smile was dry at the play of words.

Switching it on, the simple conversation of two people flowed through the vehicle, the alphas quieting to hear better.

„-cial season, isn't it? Speaking of which, have you had a chance to visit any of the amazing Christmas markets around Seoul this year? A few of them had already opened!”

„Absolutely, Ji-hoon! The Christmas markets in Seoul are absolutely magical. One of my favourites is the Seoul Christmas Festival at Cheonggyecheon Stream. There's something so festive about strolling along the stream, browsing through the stalls, and sipping on hot chocolate while Christmas carols fill the air. It's such a delightful experience.”

„That sounds absolutely delightful, Eunji! I can just imagine the twinkling lights and the joyful atmosphere. Now, let's talk about your music. Any new songs or exciting projects that you're working on that we can look forward to?”

„I'm glad you asked! I'm actually releasing a new single next week called "Winter's Melody." It's a heartwarming ballad that captures the essence of the season—a blend of love, hope, and the joy of being together. I'm so excited to share it with everyone, and I hope it becomes the soundtrack for many cherished memories this winter.”

„Oh, that sounds absolutely enchanting, Eunji! I can't wait to listen to "Winter's Melody" myself. Will you be performing this song or any other winter-themed tracks at any upcoming events?”

„Yes, I will be performing "Winter's Melody" live at the Winter Sparks Concert happening at Olympic Park this Saturday. It's going to be an amazing night filled with incredible performances by various artists. I invite all of you to join-”

„I never heard of this singer; what's their name again?” Jimin asked from the backseat; the song's name was not familiar with him either.

„Me neither, do you think their song will be the next trend? Ah, I want to listen to it.” Jungkook whined softly. While the alpha was quite on point with the newest trends, he himself was on TikTok quite a lot; he truly never heard of the singer on the show.

„I'm sure they will play it soon, oppa.” You said gently, looking behind yourself, the three youngest alpha's eyes set on you. They watched you fondly, only leaning over to ruffle your hair gently.

The car ride continued peacefully, with the host and the singer talking about many things. It was a calm radio station, obviously meant to not scare and unsettle any omegas with how the songs they played sounded.

The pack members were glad you seemed to enjoy it, happy that the purchased monthly subscription didn't go to waste.

„Sunny? Baby, come here.” Hoseok whispered softly, pulling you closer to himself. Yoongi shot him a disapproving glance but let him be. They agreed to share after all.

Holding onto both of the alpha's hands, he looked into your eyes for a second or two. Sighing, his chin ran over the top of your head, his scent still carrying a worried undertone.

„Baby, listen to Alpha explain now, okay? There's a lot of bad people out there, you know that, hm? We are known quite a bit, especially around Korea, and it's very scary for us to have you go around and see strangers. I know you mean well, and my heart,...

Just, sunny-bub, baby, please be more careful.”

Hobi had a hard time explaining what he wanted to say and understood that his message didn't come across perfectly how he wanted it to. But he was sure you understood at least a bit.

Sure, it was just the police officers today, but it could have been practically anyone behind the doors. And having you go to open the doors so quickly truly scared the man.

They didn't want you to get hurt; their hearts were practically beating to protect you from any possible harm.

„I kno-know Hobi, and I'm sorry... I'll go with one of you next time, okay?” You said, meaning your words. You knew where the man's worry was coming from, and you felt your heart flutter at the thought of them worrying about you.

Pulling you close to himself, his lips brushed up against the top of your head. Breathing out a soft thank you, the alpha scented you slightly before tucking you back in with the blanket.

The rest of the car ride was mostly calm. Yoongi spoke softly to you about what other music styles you liked, encouraging you not to worry about anything.

He could sense you were scared about what they would think, and while music certainly was a big part of their lives, they didn't feel the need to judge any of your opinions.

Soon, you all arrived at the Hybe building, with Jin driving towards the security entrance to the underground parking lot. Showing the man at the booth a card, the officer opened the bar, and the vehicle went through, the surroundings now darker.

Parking at a reserved spot, the car stopped rumbling, and you all started climbing out. Gently taking the blanket from you and folding it up into his bag, Yoongi smiled gently at you, unclipping the seatbelt before he helped you climb out.

You tightened the grip on the alpha's hand, worried after being in such an unknown environment. You didn't truly register that you would be going here today, and so you weren't sure what to expect.

Clinging onto the alpha's seemed like a safe bet, though.

He didn't seem to mind, pulling you closer to himself, his arm gently rubbing up and down your back, the puffer jacket crinkling.

The others soon noticed your unsettled and worried scent; the first to hop over was Taehyung, his hands taking in your cheeks as he watched you closely.

„Aigoo, babycheeks, don't worry, okay? Alpha's are here, baby." He whispered to you softly, his voice deep and rumbly.

Leaning close to you, his nose gently touched yours, a sweet bunny kiss shared between the two of you.

Taking your other hand in his, at the called-out command "let's go, you guys, we are already late", you all started moving towards the entrance.

Jin pulled out an ID card, letting it scan before the doors opened up, allowing you to all enter. You were met with a clean staircase and an elevator; the alphas ushering you inside once it opened.

You never did too well with closed spaces, but this one was larger than the usual elevators you've seen.

Still, you moved closer to Taehyung, the alpha understanding quickly before his arms gently pulled you to himself.

„You're okay, baby; Alpha is here now." He murmured, and all of you quickly moved up to one of the highest levels of the tall building.

With the doors opening with a soft ding, Namjoon led the way, your small group mingling through the hallways, many offices and doors lining the way over.

There weren't many workers you met on your way, but you all saw a few. They wore dark clothes and an obvious ID tag hung up on their necks that moved whenever they would bow to the packmembers.

They would eye you weirdly, usually looking back at you once the packmates passed by after they shared their own short greetings.

You looked back yourself, unsure as to what to do. Going to do your usual habit of picking on your fingers, you realised you couldn't, since your hands have been tightly nested in the palms of the two alphas.

Still, you turned your head to look back, noticing the quite nasty and confused state you received from the short-bob hairstyle girl.

You didn't get to do anything before Jimin gently positioned your head to stay forward, his smile sweet, calming you a little from your suddenly worried state.

„Don't worry, princess. Keep your head up, precious; Alphas will take care of everything, my sweet baby.” He whispered, being mindful not to talk too loudly.

Opening the doors for all of you, Hobi held them as your group entered, Namjoon at the front. Everyone was already sitting around the long table, but once you arrived, they were quick to stand up, bowing and politely greeting all of you.

While you stood a little astonished and suddenly even shyer than before, a man was quick to stand up and greet you individually.

You didn't dare to look up, your hands abandoning the alpha's in slight emberassment. You weren't sure if showing skinship in here was okay.

„Hello, Miss L/N, my name is Sejin, and I'm one of the main managers from HYBE for the group. It's good to finally meet you.” His voice was heavy, and the man was obviously tired.

You could smell that he was an alpha himself, therefore making you more timid and shy if that was even possible. You didn't dare shake his hand, only whispering out soft greetings yourself.

Taking your hand in his right hand, Jungkook led you over to the table, pulling out the chair for you and letting you take a seat first before he sat down next to you.

The young alpha grasped your hand right away, your fingers locking with his under the table as he leaned close to your ear.

„You're doing great, baby. Alpha is very proud of you, my bunny.” A wide, toothy grin took over his face, your eyes shooting up to his for only a millisecond.

The man felt worry deeply swarming under his skin at how your eyes looked. Wide and almost teary, you truly looked like a small, timid bunny kit sitting next to him and Jin on your other side.

„Okay, let's just get this done and over with; we are already behind on the schedule. So you guys have started courting Miss L/N?”

Another man, his voice younger, asked the group. You didn't look up in case you made any unintended eye contact; your usual worry was coming back to you.

„Yes, we want her as a part of our pack, as our mate.” Namjoon answered simply, stating the truth. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly at how blatantly he addressed it. He was talking about marking and mating with you, after all!

„...Right. And can you all just once again tell me who this even-" The other manager didn't get to finish; a low rumble sounded through the room, his snarky tone cut off.

„That's our 'mega." Yoongi's words sounded so cold and heartless, you felt a chill run down your spine. Jungkook's fingers tightened at yours, and when you looked up, you could see his jaw clenching—you thought he might just about break it.

The room fell quiet for a few seconds; a stare off was held between the pack members and the manager.

„Okay. I trust you guys will choose the right one. I've prepared the NDA to be signed, so if you would be so kind, miss, and go through it to see if everything is to your liking, We will need a few details about you too.”

The manager, Sejin, as you remembered his name, seemed to have taken a slight pity on you, noticing your shaken-up form.

He slid a file of papers stapled together, and you thanked him quietly as you went to look through the long documents. Jin and Jungkook are leaning close to you, reading it with you.

NDA (non-disclosure agreement)

This NDA is made and entered into as of the date set forth below, by and between HYBE, a S. Korea's corporation, with a principal place of business located at 42, Hangangdae-ro, Yongsan-gu, Seoul, Korea, referred to herein as "Discloser," and L/N F/N, with a principal place of business located at Y/A, referred to herein as "Receiver."

Whereas the discloser is the owner of certain valuable and confidential proprietary information, including but not limited to trade secrets, processes, formulas, product designs, market strategies, and other valuable information related to its business operations,

Whereas the recipient desires to receive access to such confidential information in the course of conducting business or for any other purpose,

Whereas the discloser and receiver desire to protect and safeguard the confidentiality of such proprietary information,

NOW, THEREFORE, in consideration of the promises and covenants contained herein and other good and valuable considerations, the receipt and sufficiency of which are hereby acknowledged, the parties agree as follows:

1. Definitions.

"Confidential Information" means all present and future, written or oral, technical or non-technical information, or data, relating to Discloser's company, products, processes, and/or information, including (without limitation) trade secrets, business plans, strategies, systems, software, research and development, financial information, customer lists, and supplier and customer information, which is disclosed by Discloser to Receiver during or following any discussion between the Parties.

"Discloser's Confidential Information" means all Confidential Information of the Discloser that is disclosed or made available to the Receiver pursuant to this Agreement.

2. Confidentiality.

The receiver agrees that the confidential information received from the discloser is highly confidential and will be maintained by the receiver in the strictest confidence. The receiver shall not disclose any confidential information to any person or entity, except to such of its directors, officers, employees, and/or consultants as may be required for the performance of the receiver's duties hereunder and who shall be required to keep the confidential information confidential. The receiver shall not make any use of confidential information of a commercial or competitive nature (other than for evaluating the feasibility of doing business with the discloser).

3. Return of Confidential Information

The recipient agrees that it shall not copy, reproduce, or remove any confidential information from its offices, and at the termination of this agreement, it shall return...

You felt like you didn't even understand half of these words. You never had to sign a contract like this in your entire life, logically, and you didn't really ever get to work except for small part-time jobs you would keep from time to time.

It wasn't like you would ever have the opportunity to get a job anyway; with you being an omega, it would be complicated.

You read through the whole stack of papers within the few next minutes, providing your ID and full name so the managers could get in touch with the police and get your full criminal records—there wasn't anything to really look at, though.

Jin would, from time to time, let his chin rest on top of your head, his own eyes tearing up slightly, his arms wrapping around you as much as he could in the current situation.

He felt his heart breaking at the things you had to agree to. Of course, it was a standard process for all of their staff members, and they had to sign such contracts all the time.

But having you sign that you wouldn't even get to talk to your friends about things you did with them? Something so absolutely normal and even considered necessary, in his opinion, for an omega to do?

You needed to have social contacts with other people, and the alpha didn't want you to have to cut off all of your social life because of them. What about that Yuki boy they met at the mall? Would you not be able to be friends with him because of their jobs?

With more and more worried thoughts clouding his mind, he sighed out once again, seeing you file in the list of required information from you.

You stopped at the address link; the pen handed to you by the managers stopped its smooth movements; you had pretty and sleek handwriting, the alpha noticed.

It probably had to do something with you drawing and painting your entire life, but nonetheless, it was so easy to read and pretty to look at.

„Sh-should I write my apartment address or yo-yours, oppa?” You whispered out softly, your fingers shaking lightly.

Jungkook looked up from the paper he was currently rereading, a small frown on his face as he leaned over to look at what you had struggled with.

„Sejin-hyung, the address should be ours or her own apartment?” The alpha didn't hesitate to ask, and the older man looked up from the notebook.

„You can write both.” Nodding timidly, you scribbled down the address of your place, letting Jin whisper the exact number of the street of their own softly.

You wrote out quite a lot of things: your full contact details, your previous pack name, your family pack name's (even though those were technically the same), your date of birth, your whole employment history, and the place of your occupations. There was a lot to do.

And with how long it was taking, it was only natural for someone to knock on the doors and ask for the alphas—they had a busy schedule today after all.

Whenever one of them would leave, either to go record a song, go to a dance practise, or just to have a meeting about their upcoming solo music, the alphas would make sure to tell you the most proper goodbyes.

Crouching on the floor next to you, Jimin found your soft hand, his fingers wrapping around yours. He held worried eye contact, smiling softly at you.

„Stay close to your alphas, my princess, okay? We will talk later, baby. Call me if you need anything. Alpha loves you precious, lots and lots.” He kept his words quiet, wanting you to understand they were meant for you and no one else in the room.

With his lips brushing against your forehead in a quick peck, he pulled away to leave himself. By now, you were in the room with only Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung, though the second youngest was preparing for his own meeting that would happen only in a few minutes.

You finished the paperwork in a few minutes after he left, with Namjoon and Jungkook staying close with you the whole time, helping you whenever you weren't sure what exactly was requested from you.

Finishing with a signature from you and the main manager, the man then looked over everything, his eyes taking notice of your being an art student.

„You draw? You must be clever, then. Do you have a photo of some of your work?” He asked, the man warming up slightly to you over the time with you there. It has taken quite some time for you to read through everything, after all.

Fumbling with yourself, you took out your phone, going to the gallery. Before you slid over the cracked device for the man to look through, the album named 'Portfolio' opened.

Sejin wasn't so sure about everything when Namjoon and Yoongi came to tell him about starting the courting process. He was worried, naturally, that you might take advantage of them over time, but with how sweet and timid you looked, he felt reassured.

You were a sweet omega after all, and with how you had the packmates at your feet, quite literally, he knew you wouldn't do them much harm in the future.

„You are talented for sure. Good job!” Smiling widely, he placed your phone back on you, having you thank him for his kind words again.

It didn't take much longer before he was telling you all goodbyes, the other managers politely adding to the words as you all piled into the clean meeting room.

Just as the doors closed, you were immediately held against a chest, your body tightly gripped as the alpha's chin went over the top of your head, holding you close.

With Jungkook carefully hugging you from the back, you let yourself be held by the two alphas, their own chins and cheeks running over your head as they scented you.

„Alpha is so, so proud of you, my pup. You did so well."

„Such a good girl, babybun. Alpha's good 'mega.”

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xtreklx · 10 months

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Summer Heat ~ Michelangelo x reader

One shot: bayverse Michelangelo x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: SFW, fluff, slightly mature themes (rated 17+, see my masterlist for disclaimer)

A/N: thank you all for the love on my latest works! it's so motivating and it has been helping me access my creativity in so many new ways! anyways, with the summer months here, this is just a fun little summer-themed one-shot that I thought up for our favorite jokester. enjoy!

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It was mid-July, the boiling point of summer, and in New York City, this meant humidity. Everywhere. While you were able to hang out in the sewers with your mutant turtle friends for a slight escape from the temperature, it was still hotter than you would have liked, and you were trying desperately to keep cool.

Hence why you and the turtles were sprawled throughout the lair, barely able to move because of the suffocating heat. Normally, you were all able to push through the summer days and go about your usual routines, but today was supposed to be the hottest day of the year (Donnie didn't trust the weather channel, however, and ran his own predictions to confirm that this was going to be the case). Thus, routine was abandoned and any attempts at relaxation were welcomed.

You could hear Donnie fumbling around in the lab from your horizontal spot on the living room couch. The three other brothers were in the living room with you: Raph in the arm chair ("there ain't no way I'm workin' out in heat like this"), Leo meditating in the corner ("I think this might be the only way to make the situation more bearable"), and Mikey sprawled out in the middle of the floor, periodically exclaiming "I don't know how much longer I can take the torture! The agony!" Although his brothers rolled their eyes at his overly-dramatic outbursts, none of them had the energy to protest, and it made you giggle every time.

Mikey loved the sound of your laugh. Like music to his ears, angels chorusing from the heavens. He had decided that it had to be his favorite sound in the universe. He looked up at you now from his spot on the floor, admiring how you looked as you lounged on the couch, practically nodding off into a summer nap. How could he help having feelings for you when you were out here looking like that?!

You had no idea that there was a double meaning behind Mikey's outbursts. While he was primarily referring to the torture of the paralyzing heat, he was also referring to the torture that you were causing him today. The hot weather had you wearing the tiniest little outfit: daisy duke jean shorts and a tight white tank top. He could see so much of your skin, a thin layer of sweat glistening in the overhead lights and making you look like you were glowing. He called you an angel all the time to your face, but he was serious; you looked like a straight-up angel. And with the way you were laying on the couch on your back, he was able to let his eyes roam all the way up your long legs, up to your waist, up to your chest...

Mikey had to shake himself out of his current thoughts before they went off the deep end. He was a gentleman-ly, respectable dude, he thought to himself. And even though he had feelings for you, the two of you were just friends. He couldn't let his mind go too far; it wasn't right. It made Mikey think about all the lectures that Master Splinter had given in the past about temptation and desire, and how giving in to them too frequently could result in an "unquenchable greed". But he was determined to not give in. Splinter would be proud of him for the restraint he was exhibiting!

As this was all running through his mind, Mikey unconsciously sent another glance your way. You had flipped over to lay on your stomach, your perfect ass in those tiny jean shorts taking over his line of sight. He quickly re-averted his gaze, trying to focus on anything but you.

God, this was going to be harder than he thought.

Suddenly, Donnie rushed out of his lab and into the living room with something in his arms. "Guys! I think I've crafted something that could help us get through the summer heat!" He exclaimed. Everyone turned their heads at the sound of that, even Leo breaking out of his meditative state.

Donatello set whatever was in his arms onto the side table next to the couch and plugged it into an extension cord by the wall. "I was messing with the settings of one of our old mini-fridges, and with the addition of a few new pieces of machinery, I was able to turn it into a flash freezer! We can put any liquid into these popsicle trays here," he gestured to the inside of the mini-fridge, "and it will freeze instantly! Pretty cool, right?"

Everyone present stared at the contraption, an awkward moment of silence falling over the group.

"I'm going to go meditate in my room," Leo deadpanned, standing from his spot in the corner, while Raph groaned. "Really, Donnie? You wanna solve the heat wave with... popsicles? Why don't ya put a giant band-aid on the melting ice caps while yer at it?"

But you and Mikey had eagerly sat up to attention as the two grumps left the living room. "Don't listen to them, Donnie! I think this is the perfect idea," You beamed up at him. Mikey had to avoid looking at your dazzling smile too closely in order to form coherent sentences. "Yeah, dude! Don't listen to those buzzkills, this is so sick!" He looked closer at the machine. "So, it'll really freeze anything instantly? Like... anything?"

Don eyed Mikey warily for a moment. "... I don't think I want to know what you're thinking when you say anything like that but, in theory, yes. Let me demonstrate." He pulled a can of orange crush from a box on the floor and poured it into two popsicle holders, adding two straws as the sticks, before putting them into the mini-fridge and closing the door. He pressed a button on the outside, and then the machine beeped. When he opened the little door, a gust of cold air flew out, and from the holders he pulled out two orange soda popsicles.

You and Mikey awed and wowed in excitement, taking the popsicles from Donnie and thanking him. He smiled, and picked up the mini-fridge. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make a large batch of grape soda popsicles. And I'm definitely not going to use them as ammo in my grenade launcher towards Raphael and Leonardo. That would be ridiculous." He stood there for a moment with a calculated look on his face before turning and heading back to his lab.

You and Mikey exchanged a pointed look before simultaneously cracking up at the thought of what Donnie was definitely going to be up to later that day. When your laughter had died down, you took your first lick of the orange soda popsicle and hummed with happiness. "Mmm, this is awesome! Orange crush is my favorite!" You exclaimed, putting it back in your mouth.

Mikey gulped as he watched you suck on the popsicle, your eyes drooping and another hum of approval sounding from your mouth. Come on bro, you can do this. Everything is fine, everything is fine, he thought to himself. He took a moment to try the popsicle, too, and couldn't help but agree with you. "Yeah, Leo and Raph are definitely missing out. Don't worry, angelcakes, luckily I'm not as much of a Debbie freaking downer as they are."

You couldn't help but laugh at his comment, the popsicle still in your mouth. You pulled it out with a pop, but with the hot weather, some of the orange soda had already begun to melt.

Mikey watched the moment pass as if it happened in slow motion: the orange liquid trailed off your bottom lip and down your chin before dripping onto your chest, running down the exposed, supple skin and meeting the white fabric of your tank top.

Oh, boy. Everything is not fine.

The poor turtle froze as his mind launched down the gutter. He couldn't help his staring at you, drinking in the vision that you had so accidentally just granted him. He couldn't help the want that spread like fire within his chest. He was definitely experiencing greed, and it was definitely the unquenchable kind.

While Mikey was lost in his thoughts, you looked down at your spill. "Ugh, I just washed this top!" You exclaimed, rubbing your chin and examining the bright orange stain for a moment before shrugging. "Oh, well. I guess the popsicles really will help us cool off!"

You turned to your friend, who had gone slightly pale and was standing up from his spot on the floor, his popsicle sticking halfway out of his mouth. "Mikey, are you okay? You don't look so good. Is the heat getting to you?" You asked him from the couch, sitting up straighter with concern.

"Ummmmm, yea-- I mean.. no! Actually, I just remembered, uhhhh... there's.. something I'm supposed to talk to Master Splinter about. I'll be right back!"

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crabonfire · 2 years

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Mercs + Pauling when they develop a crush on you :)

warnings: none

characters: all mercs + ms pauling

note: you are the 10th class, any class u wanna be but yea!

♡Scout♡

• hopeless romantic.

• he wants every single mission with you, he just wants to be around you at all times. he's a nervous wreck though! needs help a ton.

• "Hey hey hey-let me carry that for ya toots! Let big strong Scout here handle this ;)"

• he LOVES making you laugh, you make him dumber, way dumber.

• it would be obvious he likes you!

• hes much more gentle around you? let me explain. with everybody else, he loves to pull pranks on them, maybe mess with them a bit and be a bit loud and aggressive. that's just how he is right? But with you, he's much more quiet much more careful and gentle. He loves to just sit with you sometimes after a tough match, handing you a drink as you both just be in each others presence, he treats you like you both are the only person on earth.

♡Soldier♡

• obviously in love typa romantic.

• he compliments you on your work frequently! Whether it's saving him from a sniper or getting a headshot, he commends you for anything you do! One time, you scored all points all match and he was so happy that he carried you on your shoulder while the others cheered for you. "EVERYBODY, THIS IS HOW A TRUE AMERICAN FIGHTS!" it doesn't even matter where your from he just says he's proud of you for your contribution to America lmao its funny but also endearing.

• "WOAH THERE PRIVATE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LET ME CARRY THAT FOR YOU."

• he loves to just be with you in battle, showing off how many people he can kill with his rocket launcher and DEFINITELY insists on rocket jumping with you.

• he's very aggressive with his love to you, and whenever you speak to him he gets quiet for once and just listens to you ramble. he loves your voice.

• Demoman is a great wingman for him, telling you all sorts of cool things about him and how stupid he can be, just to get a laugh out of you and make you like him more even if by a tiny bit. Soldier is very appreciative of this.

♡Pyro♡

• giddy and obviously likes you romantic.

• OH MAN he's so clingy.

• the moment he realises he likes you, blatantly just rambles on about how much he loves you and how he wants to be your boyfriend.

• "Hhuda!! hujddha mmhfh hhdhhdhf hhuda!!! mmfh hhhda hudda mmhh??" (Y/N!! I LOVE YOU Y/N!! CAN I BE YOUR BOYFRIEND??")

"woah woah pyro, I can't understand you if your speaking so fast! Slow down buddy!"

• he will be practically like a parasite, clinging onto your arm when he can and drawing sweet drawings of you when he misses you, honestly super duper cute. engineer is the only one who can understand him, and is the only one who listens to his rambles about you.

• "gee pyro, ya really like this person don't cha?" Engineer says, as pyro aggressively nods.

• he loves doing stuff for you, and probably messes up a lot but HE STILL MAKES UP FOR IT! by hugging you a ton for no reason.

• with him, you are sure to smile everyday. he does silly little gestures and anything to make you content.

♡Demoman♡

• smooth romantic.

• he's much less drunk around you. you don't know why, but he does it so that he can remember the sweet moments you two have together.

• does a bunch of sweet romantic stuff for you sober, like flirts a TON even on battle.

• loves swinging over to wherever you are just to see you and talk to you, like you could be writing documents and he'd walk in with a cup of tea and a cup full of vodka and go, "Still workin' eh? Here, got ya some tea."

• when he's drunk, he purposely goes to you do you take care of him and make sure he doesn't do something dumb. he just loves how caring you can be :) expect him to lean into you a lot, whether it's be leaning on your shoulder, on your back and accidentally falling asleep on you, he'd lean on you when he can.

• Soldier practically doesn't understand why he doesn't just flat out confess, but he's an absolute unit of a wingman. "HEY Y/N, DID YOU KNOW THAT TAV IS LOADED? YES, HES RICH!" He's a bit embarrassed, but he loves his support.

♡Heavy♡

• you can't even tell he likes you, but will be very subtle type of romantic.

• he doesn't show it by words,no no he shows it by his actions.

• he insists on doing work for you, ranging from tiny chores to "Ah, is little Y/N okay..? Man bother Y/N...I see. No worry Y/N, I will deal with man. Is no problem."

• he gives you his food, even if your not in battle. he always makes sure your in tip top shape!

• even though he's a very secluded and intelligent man, unlike others may think he is not ashamed of his feelings. He knows it is normal to have a crush, even if it may be a bit unprofessional I think out-of all of them he'd know that his feelings are pretty common. I mean cmon, you? Of course he'd fall for you. It's...it's you were talking about.

• is by your side when he can, like demo he will visit you at random times to make sure your okay. likes to eat with you, just being with you is nice.

♡Engineer♡

• not so obvious he likes you, but is a mess internally when your around.

• he casually compliments you at first, but the more you are used to it, he flirts with you. Even using petnames for you.

• "Hey sugar, noticed ya were feelin' down...ya wanna talk about it?"

• he's so sweet it gives you cavities. he will lessen his time in his workshop just so he can talk to you more, and he loves showing you his blue prints because he knows you'd pay attention. Your the person he fell in love with after all, and the Engineer doesn't just fall in love with anybody.

• gives you tons of little trinkets. sometimes not even robot related, once you were feeling super sad he made you a ring out of left over metal he found that had a heart engraved into it. "I made this for ya sugar, just somethin' I whipped up a couple days ago. I hope ya like it :)"

• on the outside, he's a sweet and charming feller. on the inside? partner he is NERVOUS!

• he's thinking about you a lot to the point it distracts him in work, and yet for once he's happy with a distraction knowing that it's you who won't get out of his mind. do you look both ways when you cross his mind? he wonders.

• smiles a lot randomly, Pyro will notice and nag him about it ALLL day until he finally tells him. When he finds out Engie has a crush on you? HES SO HAPPY FOR HIM!! clapping his hands as he runs to tell you that engineer likes you.

• he thanks the stars above that you can't understand him, because he's so embarrassed when Pyro told you "HHUDA HHUDA! HHHHUDFDA JHHHAD MMHS!!" (Y/N Y/N!! ENGINEER LOVES YOU!!"

"Pahro! Stop yer naggin'! Sorry Y/N, he's a bit excited today." His blush is engraved in his face rn, don't look please he's embarrassed.

• overall just a sweet guy, he likes to hold your hand sometimes by accident and he'll apologise profusely. But when you tell him it's okay, he does it all the damn time.

♡Medic♡

• god save us all type of romantic.

• MAKES UP EXCUSES FOR YOU TO BE IN MEDBAY, RAMBLES ABOUT YOU TO HIS DOVES, HAS A FOLDER DEDICATED TO YOU AND WRITES ABOUT HOW CUTE YOU ARE WHEN HE DOES CHECKUPS ON YOU, WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY?

• god he's always in his medbay but sometimes instead of taking breaks he goes to you and talks to you about something he figured out.

• loves rambling to you and listening to your rambles, so so excited.

• "Oh Y/N! Jou have just come at zhe right time! Come come, I have much to show jou!"

• he NEVER even considers doing any of his experiments on you, even if your willing he is scared he might hurt you. though he does appreciate the fact your willing to, unlike his past patients.

• archimedes will coo to you, you won't understand anything but from the blush on Medic's cheeks it's obvious he's saying something sweet. "Archimedes jou shut jour beak! I am very sorry, he is very annoying today."

• he is accidentally very touchy without realising! Sometimes holding your hands by accident due to excitement, or patting your head when you say goodbye to leave for a bit, it's not until you point it out is when he gets embarrassed and apologises.

• just down horrendous for you.

♡Sniper♡

• "Oh shit...I like them." Type of romantic.

• IS IN SUCHHH DENIAL. but eventually deals with it because he ain't 10 no more.

• spends much more time with you, more talkative than he is with anyone.

• invites you to his camper? he doesn't really know anything romantic other than having time with you at his camper.

• "Hey Sheila, ya ok? ya look a bit down in the dumps. Somethin' happen to ya love?" expect anybody who bothered you pronounced dead the next day, closed casket and everything 💀💀

• will rant to you and hear rants from you, he's much more open with you, even if by a tiny bit.

• will get you weird and exotic gifts. a bracelet made out of crystallised flowers?? how is that even a thing?? but also woah thank you.

• cooks for you, he usually does a simple breakfast for himself but when your around for lunch he makes one for you as well :)

• "Here ya go love! made by yours truly, heh."

• not obvious he likes you but with his sweet gestures you get it soon enough.

♡Spy♡

• all the types of romantic. every single one of them.

• casually flirts with you, then bringing you gifts that cost more than your salary.

• hes a tease. makes fun of you for stuff but always means it in a sweet way.

• he's such a romantic guy honestly I don't have much to say about him crushing because he probably will just outright tell you when the time is right.

• spends time with you as much as he can, and shows off sooo much in battle just like his son.

• he will do subtle touches like placing an arm around your waist or placing a hand on your shoulder, he's a touchy guy for sure.

• "Mon chou, let me get that for you."

♡Ms Pauling♡

• "Oh god I have a crush on them oh no." Type of romantic.

• she was never one to focus on her love life at all, so she is dumbfounded when she realises how much she enjoys you.

• after the realisation, she's more nervous around you, try as she might it's hard for her to be professional.

• she loves giving you easy contracts, just so she knows you wouldn't be hurt in the process.

• when she's over, she talks to you a lot going over stuff asking how you've you've feeling.

• "Hey Y/N! How has your stay been here? Good? That's great to hear! Look um..if you have anything that's not to your liking I am one phone call away, I wanna make sure your always comfortable at the base."

• her love language is definitely acts of service.

• she stammers on her words, she sweats sometimes around you, oh boy she is shy around you. but in the end, it probably won't take a while for her to tell you she likes you because she just wants to hear your answer.

• your always distracting her, it's crazy! get out of her head, Y/N!

Yayyyyy I'm done 😈😈

Sorry if some were shorter than others, but don't worry I'm making a follow up where they confess to you so yeah! I hope u enjoyed xx ♡

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candy-ishu · 2 years

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his baby doll

pairinlg: austin!elvis x little!reader

summary: you’re elvis’ baby doll. his princess, his little, his everything. and no matter what, he’ll always be there to love and spoil you.

warnings: none, just lots of fluff with little reader and caregiver elvis

word count: 1,604

note: this is my first fic with a little reader! i was nervous to post this to be honest because i understand that this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but these type of fics personally bring me comfort but if you dislike it please skip past it and don’t spread hate on my page. i have part two ready and feel free share any feed back you have for me. love you all. <3

you stared at elvis’ back as he sat at his desk, your frustration increasing by the second. he could hear your occasional grumbles and whines but he chose to ignore them nonetheless. You rolled on your stomach, stuffed animal tightly between your hands, and kicked your feet against the pillows at the top of the bed.

“daddyyyy,” you whined for what felt like the thousandth time.

“yes, baby girl?” his response was quiet and patient as ever, but it only annoyed you even more.

“m’ bored,” you whined again, dragging out the words for as long as you could before you ran out of breath.

“i know baby, i know,” he said quietly, eyes never leaving his papers. “just five more minutes, okay?”

“i don’t want to wait,” you complained, kicking the pillows harder. elvis continued to ignore your tantrum until finally, with an exasperated huff, you threw your stuffed animal across the room. it hit the wall next to a vase with a silent thud and you dropped your head onto the mattress in frustration.

“y/n,” elvis’ voice was still calm, but much more stern, and you could already hear the underlying threat in it. “look at me.”

“nuh uh,” you mumbled, voice muffled by the mattress but you shook your head in order to make your point clear. you could hear him stand up and walk over to where you were and when his voice came again, it was much closer.

“you want a spankin?” he asked and you immediately shook your head, though you still didn’t look up. “then look at me.”

you let out another huff of frustration but obediently looked up, your chin resting on the mattress as you met elvis’ blue eyes. he was kneeling down on the floor in front of you so he was eye level. his expression was serious, but he didn’t look angry. you waited for him to speak.

“you gon be a good girl for daddy while he’s workin?” he asked quietly after a moment. you were tempted to not answer, or maybe even say no, but you didn’t want to get yourself in any more trouble. you nodded silently so he continued. “do good girls throw tantrums?”

“no, but-” he raised an eyebrow at your before you could continue arguing, silently warning you. “no daddy,” you mumbled, settling to simply pout instead.

elvis sighed and brought up a hand to your face, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone. you leaned into his touch but still glared at him unhappily, making him chuckle. “i know you want my attention right now, baby girl, but i really have to finish this. i promise you i’m almost done. just give me five more minutes and then i’m all yours. we can do anything you want.”

your expression changed from irritated to hopeful, but you tried to contain it and narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. “anything?”

he nodded. “anything, babydoll.”

“go to the park?” you asked, a smile slowly finding its way to your lips from both the offer and the use of your favorite pet name.

he smirked a bit but nodded in agreement, “yes, we can go to the park.”

you let out a squeal of excitement that made him laugh and wrapped your arms around his neck. going to the park was your favorite, and you didn’t get to do it very often. “thank you, daddy,” you hummed, nuzzling your face against the crook of his neck in appreciation.

“you’re welcome, pretty girl.” he rubbed your back gently before pulling away enough to look at you properly. “now give daddy a kiss so he can go finish what he was working on.” you obediently leaned forward and pressed a loud kiss against his lips, your tantrum effectively subdued and your previous annoyance replaced with excitement.

elvis stood up again to walk back to his desk, pausing briefly to pick up your stuffie from the floor and hand it back to you with a warning smile. you took the stuffie with a quiet “thank you,” and avoided eye contact, the warning intimidating enough without you having to meet his gaze.

you rolled onto your back and held the stuffed animal in the air. it was a simple brown teddy bear with a cute pink bow tied around its neck. out of all the stuffies you had, and you had a lot, this one was your favorite. it was the very first one elvis had bought for you. he loved to spoil you rotten with all sorts of presents: stuffies, dresses, bubbles, bath bombs, and tea sets. you name it, he’d probably bought it for you at least once. but the amount of the gift never made them less special. they always reminded you that he was thinking about you, and it gave you something to look forward to when he would go on tour or have to travel to other cities for shorter periods of time.

in all honesty, the gifts made you uncomfortable at first. you knew he had the money to buy them for you, he was the king of rock and roll after all, but that was part of the problem. you knew he had money, he was an artist that was quickly rising up in the charts and showed no signs of coming down any time soon, he was famous, and most people would do anything to be connected to that type of publicity. but you didn’t want him to think that his status is what attracted you to him if anything, dating the king was complicated. it meant dealing with long hours of rehearsals and meetings, being away from each other for days or weeks at a time, and not being able to come over without dealing with six other people in the house. but it was worth it, or rather he was worth it.

and after countless conversations of “you don’t need to spend money on me” and “but i want to” you gave in and learned to accept that gift-giving was just a way elvis expressed his love, especially when he couldn’t physically be with you as much as he wanted. and it was kind of hard to argue when he would say things like, “let me take care of you darlin, providing for you makes me happy.”

“daddy,” you whined, patience once again beginning to wear thin.

“patience, baby,” he replied quietly, “two more minutes.” you let out a small grumble and he sighed. “how many seconds are in two minutes, baby doll?” he asked.

“ummmm,” you thought for a moment, “120?”

“mhm,” he hummed in approval. “good job, sweet girl, can you count to 120 for daddy?”

“uh huh,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you, but you still sense his smile as you began counting. “one…two…three…”

elvis had always been remarkably good at keeping you entertained and subduing your boredom and tantrums, even before you fully embraced your relationship dynamic. he always acted like “such a daddy” and when you told him that one day he just grinned and said, “you should call me daddy then.” at the time, you weren’t sure if he was serious or not, so for a while, you would only do it teasingly, saying things like “yes, daddy” “okay daddy” “whatever daddy says.” but it didn’t take long for it to turn serious, especially when his response was to say things like “thank you, babydoll” or “that’s my good girl.” you think that all hesitations broke the first time he called you “his little girl” though, you’ve never gone into little space so quickly, and his smile told you he knew exactly what he just did.

you never really had to talk about it. it was more of a trial and error type of experience that was filled with a lot of “is this okay?” and “how do you feel about this?” there were a few times where boundaries were overstepped or things weren’t handled well, but safe words existed for a reason.

“a hundred and ten, a hundred eleven, a hundred twelve…” you could see him applying the last few signatures on his documents and beginning to put his papers away as you went through the final ten seconds. “a hundred seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!”

elvis turned around in his chair and looked at you with a teasing smile. “if you’re only at twenty that means i have a hundred more seconds.”

“daddy!” you whined loudly, making him laugh. you weren’t nearly as amused.

“i’m kiddin darlin, i’m kiddin.” he reassured you as he stood up. “c’mon, we gotta get shoes and socks on so we can go to the park.”

“but i don’t want to wear shoes,” you complained, pouting as you moved into a sitting position on your shared bed.

he shook his head silently as he walked over to the closet and grabbed a pair of white socks and pink slippers. “you are so difficult today huh doll,” he muttered under his breath. “you need a nap?”

“no.” you defended yourself quickly, and rather unconvincingly.

elvis chuckled as he kneeled down in front of you. “alright baby, whatever you say.” you glared at him silently but didn’t argue, you really wanted to go to the park. he helped you put your socks and shoes on, one at a time. “alright darlin,” he said standing up, reaching for a pair of sunglasses to wear. “you ready?”

“uh huh!” you nodded and jumped up quickly.

he held out his hand for you to take and gave you his signature smile, “let’s go baby doll.”

pt. 2?

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