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wintfleur · 2 months

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Congrats on 1k!! You're such a talented writer, and I can't think of anyone more deserving of this 💕

If it's no trouble, for the celebration, could I request 014 from 🌱 with Logan Sargeant?? Maybe where the reader is the one needing the ambulance?? If not, it's no worries, and if you want to take it in a different direction, that's perfectly okay 🫶

౨ৎ perfect?

°. — pairings ( Logan Sargeant x female! reader )

°. — summary ( your perfect date takes a turn when your date accidentally almost kills you with sesame seeds . . . oops? )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; slight cursing, a poorly written allergy reaction, I think that’s all. wc; 1.9k 😧 )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ the back of a wailing ambulance

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( AHH MY FIRST LOGAN FIC !!! Tysm for requesting, I had so much fun writing it. I honestly couldn’t make this angsty, I couldn’t handle sad logy tbh . . . I hope you enjoy it !!! Please don’t be a silent reader !!! And tysm for the sweet words ily 🫶🏻 )

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“It's so nice out tonight” you breathed out as you looked up at the pretty night sky, the fairy lights that adored and draped around the outside restaurant created a beautiful ambience. You looked away from the sky and rested your elbow on the table and your chin on your palm as you looked across the table at your date with a small smile. He was already looking at you, his cheeks flushed as he took in your beauty. You raised your eyebrow and tease him with a small smirk “You seem to have lot of experience planning dates.”

“What? Oh . . . No I ⸺ i'm really bad at planning dates really!” Logan replied quickly with a shake of his head, he did not want you to think he had a lot of experience, because he really didn't. He just really liked you and spent hours planning a great date to take you on. You couldn't help but giggle at Logan's nervous and slightly frantic tone. You found it so endearing how nervous he was and how well he planned the date.

“Relax Logan, I'm just messing with you” You smiled sweetly as you reached your other hand to lace yours with his that rested on the table. Logan let out a heavy breath and returned the smile as he laced his hand with yours, his thumb softly caressing your skin. He wasn't always this nervous, he couldn't help but be when he was with you. You were just so perfect, so pretty, you naturally took charge and you just oozed confidence . . . how could he not be?

The two of you locked eyes, both of you finding yourself getting lost in each other's eyes. You couldn't help but look back on the day you have had with the sweet American. Technically the date started in the afternoon, the two of you touring and him taking you to his favorite spots, before taking you to a museum he knew you would love. He wasn't really the museum type, but he was willing to do anything you wanted. It's been a great day together.

“Here are your appetizers” The sound of the waiter's voice broke the intense eye contact the two of you shared. You looked away from him first and gave the waiter a small smile, reluctantly letting go of Logan's hand as you said a small thank you. The waiter smiled and set the two plates on the table and told them to enjoy the food, before leaving them.

You take your fork into your hand and take a bite of the appetizer that took you several minutes to choose. A hum of satisfaction leaves your lips after you swallow the first bite. Logan smiles and glances back down at his bowl of greens and fruit, still having to keep up with his diet for driving. You wipe the corners of your mouth with the napkin and rest it back on your lap “Wow this is really good, how did you find this place?”

“I found it last season when we had a few days off before a race” Logan replied after he stopped chewing, grabbing his glass and taking a large sip of water, his hands shaking slightly as held the glass, still as nervous. Logan cleared his throat and got a good amount of everything on his fork and lifted up for you “Wanna try mine?”

“Sure” You smiled leaning forward and opening your mouth slightly, Logan blushes and carefully slides the fork into your mouth holding his hand under the fork so he would catch anything if it spilled. Such a gentleman you mused as you chew the salad, you swallow and lick your lips.

“Mhm you have great taste” You smiled as you leaned back in your chair, your eyes twinkling in slight mischief, knowing that you weren't just meaning his taste in food. Logan chuckles and nods in agreement and before he could try to respond with some cheeky response, he's cut off by the sound of you coughing. His eyes widen and he holds out his water for you, you clear your throat and take a sip of the water. “Sorry i don't know where that came from.”

“Went down the wrong pipe?” Logan smiled reassuringly, patting your hand softly when you set down the glass of water. You try to smile but you frown instead when you feel a familiar tingling on your tongue and lips, you bring your other hand up to rub at your neck that was starting to throb “My, my throat feels funny” you lick your lips and look up at logan who was already giving you a look of worry. “Does that salad have sesame seeds or oil in it?”

Logan's eyes widen and grabs his fork and moves around the salad to search for it, his heart dropping when he sees sesame seeds . . . the food you are extremely allergic to. He's up before he could even think, moving to your side and getting on his knees, his hands frantically searching through your bag for your EpiPen he knew you always carried with you as you sat in your chair. The tingling was starting to get worse, and you were finding it harder to breathe.

“Oh my god fuck it's not in here” Logan curses and he looked through your small purse, all you had were a few lip-glosses, your keys, wallet and some hair ties, but no EpiPen. “What?” Your tone was filled with fear and your eyes were starting to glaze over with tears and it just broke his heart. Logan quickly pulled out his phone and dialed up 911. You looked away from him and down at your lap as you tried to calm down your breathing, Logan quickly told the dispatch what happened and gave them the address.

“It's okay, it's okay there on their way okay” Logan tried to reassure you but he himself was also panicking, he moved some of your hair out of your face and cupped your cheek. You nodded softly and cleared your throat, a painful cough escaping your lips. You heard the sound of multiple footsteps and the familiar sound of the waiter's voice, but you couldn't focus on them as Logan explained what was going on, one of the waiters rushing to get you more water.

The minutes seemed to fly by and before you could tell Logan that you were starting to feel dizzy you heard the distant sound of the ambulance alarm. Logan lets out a sigh of relief and quickly grabs your bag and coat off your chair before helping you stand up and holding you close, leading you towards the front of the restaurant where the ambulance was pulling in. The flashing lights made you wince and lean more against Logan as your eyes fluttered close.

He had his arm around your waist in a strong but not uncomfortable hold while his other arm was holding your things. The ambulance stopped in front of the restaurant, logan ignoring the looks they received from the people around them. An emt quickly rushes out of the back and over to the two of you, your eyes were barely open, and your ears were ringing as the emt takes you from Logan's arms and helps you into the ambulance. Sitting you down and asking you questions, your throat burned, and you didn't want to talk so Logan quickly jumped in to answer for you.

Logan paced outside of the ambulance as he kept his eyes on you and one of the Emt’s gave you an injection of a medicine he was sure he couldn't pronounce while another asked him questions on what happened. He did his best to answer them, but he was honestly too focused on making sure you were okay.

He felt terrible oh so incredibly guilty . . . this was his fault, the reason why you could have almost died from an allergic reaction was because of him. The emt’s stayed by your side while the medicine kicked in, and thankfully soon the tingling and pain was gone, your throat was a little sore but that was expected. You gave them all of your information and 30 minutes later Logan was walking you to his car to take you home.

“I have an excuse not to talk” you whispered as you motioned to your neck, the two of you were sitting in his car and Logan was about to start the car. Logan was unusually quieter than normal, and you were really hoping that he wasn't blaming himself. You continued whispering “But what's yours?”

“I’m so sorry, i totally ruined our date and almost killed you ⸺ i really like you and i wanted this to go perfectly and i ruined it, this is all my fault” Logan quickly rushed out as he turned in his seat to face you, his eyes filled with guilt and a frown on his lips. You couldn't help but grin at his words, he likes you . . . he likes you. Logan gives you a look of confusion when he sees your grin, he was fully prepared for you to be upset with him ⸺ for literally almost killing you but instead . . . you were smiling at him?

“Are you okay? Are you feeling weird from the medicine? Should I call them again?” Logan panicked as he reached for his phone, but you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers with his, they were shaking. Logan looked down at your laced hands and you rubbed your thumb over his as you whispered “I feel fine . . . perfect actually.”

“Perfect?”

“This isn't your fault, Logan. I'm the one who forgot my EpiPen'' You squeezed his hand reassuringly as you looked into his pretty eyes, you really didn't want him to blame himself for a simple and accidental mistake. “And I really like you too logan . . . i have for a while now, today went perfectly.”

How could you not like him? He was a complete gentleman, so caring . . . so perfect.

“Perfectly?” Logan whispered and if he wasn't so shocked he would have felt embarrassed for the way his voice cracked. He was sure that you would never want to talk to him again after tonight, and he wouldn't have blamed you. You couldn't help but giggle and nod your head as you watched him try to process everything you said “Mhm”

“And you really like me” Logan whispered, his beautiful blue eyes filled with happiness, you smiled and leaned across the center console to place a soft kiss on his flustered cheek, slowly pulling away and watching as Logan's eyes followed your lips before looking up to lock eyes with you as you whisper “I like you a lot.”

Logan smiled and leaned his face closer to you, your lips almost touching, and your breath hitched at how close he was to you, his eyes asked for permission, and you were the one to make the next move, closing your eyes and placing your lips on his in a soft kiss. He used his free hand to cup your cheek, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Reluctantly only pulling away so the two of you could catch your breath.

Logan grinned as he whispered against your lips, “Wanna come to mine and order a pizza?” you giggle and nod quickly, bringing your hand up to wipe the small amount of your lip-gloss that transferred to his bottom lip. You whispered back teasingly “As long as i get to pick the toppings.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I’m so sorry if this is terrible, I wrote it fairly quickly, which is rare for me. Again I hope you guys enjoy it !!! )

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @copper-boom @cixrosie @partyinpitlane @toasttt11 )

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whereismyhat5678 · 4 months

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Guys, the new year hasn’t started for me yet, I still got a few hours to go but I’ll mine-as-well make this post since I’ll probably go to bed anyways- 😂

First, I’d like to say

WE GOT A NEW BANNER LET’S GOOOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️

HELL YEAH! -I mean it’s just the characters but- HELL YEAH‼️‼️‼️‼️

SECOND. I want to show you something AMAZING and that something I’d never expect??

321 FOLLOWERS????

YOU GUYS ARE INSANE THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH MY GOD‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

It really makes me think how all of you guys really like and appreciate my art, and the fact that so many people encourage me to keep doing it, it brings me to tears! 🥹

Every one of you are the best thing in my life!! The first time I got Tumblr I started in:

March 30?? That’s insane- 💀

And the fact that I’ve improved SO MUCH is just INCREDIBLE!

You wanna see the FIRST drawings of Peppino??

YEAH THAT’S ME I DID THIS-

And you’re telling me that this was in what- THE START OF MARCH?? (Or February I don’t remember-) But this is just the PINNACLE of how much I’ve changed in terms in art style and experience.

I bring this up because I think Tumblr is the REASON why I improved so much! I experimented with brushes (digitally) and I found my brushes!! I learned how to EXAGGERATE AND ACTUALLY DRAW CARTOONY LIKE I’VE WANTED TO FOR SO LONG!!

(And NEVER took an art class. That’s fucking what- 💀 I need to take one I actually need to at this point-)

Also also also- I’ve learned a lot of things! Anatomy, exaggerative expression, stretchy cartooniness, ALL OF THESE ARE JUST- I can’t believe I’ve learned all this because one day I decided: “Maybe I should ACTUALLY get a social media for my art? 🤔” AND I DID IT AND CHANGED MY LIFE‼️‼️‼️

YOU GUYS CHANGED MY LIFE!-

My followers!- My mutuals/friends- I NEED TO SAY HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE ALL MY MUTUALS, ALL OF YOU 💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

Everything about Tumblr has changed me in SUCH a positive way in not only terms of art but with how many people (TALENTED PEOPLE) I’ve made FRIENDS with AND ACTUALLY got to know!!!

I already said it but you guys are absolutely AMAZING and I just CAN’T FATHAM how much this year has just been a BLAST.

My mutuals:

@noodletime @moon9931 @marclef @margarita-the-pizzeria-worker @lucia-the-mii @lovestryke @lord-yiikes @ijusthavefun @linhfoxmoive @kate-bot @nomlioart @boogiestronic80s @zedortoo @jarroyave4637 @atlaslovesedm @alaskacoolkid1 @remaking-machine @average-amount-of-chaos @cherryxsapphic @dingle-dee @eyeballdrawer @tailsdollsnewlife @radaverse @gongustheawsome01 @fluffygiraffe @qwertykeyboard045 @w00den-h3ad @the-little-knight @oddpizza @misdreavusplush

(OKAY- I may have added some people on here that I think ARE REALLY COOL, I may not talk to you much but I’ve seen you guys like my art and I think ya’ll deserve to be on here 🫶💖✨)

AND IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE TELL ME I’M SO SORRY BUT JUST KNOW I LOVE ALL OF YOU THE SAME (Platonically) I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR AND HAVE A GOOD ONE 🎉🎉🎉

GOOD NIGHT TO ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE YOU GUYS MEAN THE WOLRD TO ME AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT 💖💖💖💖

#HAPPY NEW YEARS‼️‼️‼️ 🎉🎉🎉🎉#(Even if it hasn’t started for me yet- 😅)#For all the people I tagged I really hope you don’t mind- I seriously love you guys and since some I see VERY OFTEN on here-#And again for anyone I did not tag I appreciate you just the same 🫶🫶🫶#MAN my art has improved-#If I did one of those art of the year thingys my art would look SO DIFFERENT you’d think that someone else did it- 💀#I still like it tho- as much as I like how I draw Peppino now I still actually like how the first time I drew him #He looks silly and rounder- And I kind of like that- 😂#I’m not gonna ramble as much in the tags since the actual post is- DAMN-#Still. Hope you guys have a wonderful New Year 🎊🎊 Gonna try and do the most in terms of art this year. And I can’t wait for this Tumblr’s #birthday! 😄🎉💞#I love ya’ll so much. 💋💋 (If you don’t do platonic kisses hugs will do if you consent 🫶🫶)

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creedslove · 11 months

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DESERVE IT - PART SEVEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javier got jealous of you and you boyfriend and that leads to an argument, but once he needs your help, you find yourself compelled to help him

Warnings: mentions of smut, angst, fluff and a lot of stuff, jealousy, argument, mentions of violence, blood, bruises, cheating (idk to me that's cheating, sorry not sorry Manu lmao)

A/N: alright, let me start by telling you all that I was planning this chapter to be like 2k long or so but instead I got so carried away with it as always because I don't know this Javi series makes me feel things and then I just write these things. A lot happens in this chapter and I know not everyone will be happy because some of you like my boyfriend DEA agent Javier Peña to suffer 😭 but i love the final result and I'll continue on the A/N under the chapter so there will be no spoilers here 😉

• PART ONE

• PART TWO

• PART THREE

• PART FOUR

• PART FIVE

• PART SIX

5.7k words

this chapter was made with all my love™ enjoy 💕

You woke up in a great mood the next morning. You were naked in bed and you felt the slightest hint of desire in your lower belly as you felt the presence behind your stir.

You giggled happily and sank your face into the pillow, thinking of last night and the flashes you had of his hands on your body, his lips, his mouth, everything… and the way the same lips trailed kisses down your neck.

"Mm Javi" you whimpered and bit your lips.

"What did you say?" Manu's voice snapped you out of your drunk feeling of sleep and post orgasm and you widen your eyes open. You closed your eyes again "shit" you mouthed and slowly turned to him, giving him a wide smile as if nothing happened

"I said good morning baby" you told your boyfriend and blushed softly, hoping he would buy it, after all you had whispered in a low voice, besides, who assure you you had actually said Javier's name? Maybe you were still sleeping after all. However, as much as you would love to trick yourself and pretend nothing happened so you wouldn't feel guilty, you had to face the truth. You literally fantasized about Javier Peña while having sex with your boyfriend. Not only that, you only came because you kept picturing Javier making you cum and wet his bedsheets with your squirt while Manu tried his best, because you were sure that your boyfriend wouldn't be able to make you do that, not even if he spent the whole day overstimulating you. Javi on the other hand, would be able to make you pour like a fountain in a blink of an eye.

Manu tried his best and you appreciated that… but then, that was his best? Which meant sex with him wouldn't be anything better than what you experienced? You guessed the expression you were looking for was just that. It felt so basic, so bland, and you felt so guilty about summing your relationship up to only that.

You finally had met a nice guy, someone who treated you well and you could feel safe with, so maybe complaining about sex was something shallow? But on the other hand, sex was very important for a relationship, so it was a big deal.

Manu grumbled and nodded "morning princesa, I'll make us breakfast" he kissed your shoulder and got up.

You frowned.

Princesa, he had called you princesa. It sounded so weird, usually Javier was the one who called you that and you loved it, but another man using the same word caused you a weird feeling.

You tried ignoring your own thoughts and went to shower, you wanted to get rid of the sweat, the sticky feeling on your skin and get ready for your day. You still needed to work on your potato salad and a batch of brownies for dessert, just like you'd promised Connie. You would meet up in a few hours for the barbecue, it would be in the patio of your apartment building and Steve was probably already setting up the grill outside, maybe Javier was helping him.

Javier.

He was back in your mind and you didn't seem to catch a break, you hadn't been that hooked on him since you realized you'd fallen in love with that son of a bitch nearly a year ago, and now, even if you had a boyfriend, you were going through a better phase in your job, he was still there, haunting you.

You rinsed your hair and grabbed the soap, washing down your body when you got distracted again.

Your mind went back to the night you found out about his involvement with Los Pepes, how desperate he got, the way he pressed himself against you and began kissing your skin. How got so close to your breasts and you once again let your mind wander and allowed yourself to imagine what would've happened if he pulled your bra a little further, if he'd seen your nipples hardening in front of him. He would massage your tits, you were sure of it, he would squeeze them, pinch your nipples before kissing each of them and lick them.

But he wouldn't be satisfied with it yet, you were sure of it. You just knew he would suckle on your nipples and make you whimper louder than one of his prostitutes.

An obscene thought occurred to you as you pictured Javi licking your tits: had he ever been with a pregnant woman? If so, had he ever tried her breast milk?

You didn't know where that came from and it got you even more weirded out to picture yourself, pregnant with his baby letting him try the warm droplets that dripped down your breasts.

You scoffed at yourself, Javier wasn't trust worthy to be fuck buddies, let alone the father of your child, and yet, the scenario made your clit throb.

And before you could stop yourself, you had your fingers inside of your slippery pussy, pretending they were his fingers instead.

Coming back to the other night, you enjoyed picturing that if you hadn't pushed him away and locked yourself in your apartment, you would probably get down on your knees and blow his cock.

You hadn't seen Javier naked, but you felt his cock a couple of times when he hugged you and accidentally let your body too close to his waist. His pants were tight and he was big, and you were suspicious you occasionally gave him a boner or two by accident. So you felt he was big, it seemed that way.

So you pictured yourself freeing his cock, watching his tip glistening with pre cum and taking it to your mouth, sucking his dick while he would grip your hair and you would stroke his base.

Then you just knew you would massage his balls and lick them too, his balls would be so heavy carrying all the thick load he would empty on your pretty face.

And with that dirty, obscene fantasy, you managed to cum, biting your lips so you wouldn't make a lot of noise. And without even knowing, Javier had sent you to a delicious orgasm for the second time in less than 24 hours.

When you came down to your senses, you sighed disappointed in yourself, feeling another wave of guilt. As if it wasn't bad enough you'd fantasized about the guy while your boyfriend was on top of you, now you were finger fucking yourself thinking of him, your boyfriend just a few meters away from you in the kitchen making you waffles for breakfast and you rubbing one off for the guy next door.

You stared at your own reflection in the mirror as you brushed your teeth.

Just as guilt came, it quickly faded. You didn't know exactly what had changed in this whole Javier-Y/N mess you'd been living, but after the Los Pepes night - you decided to call it that way - it was like you were letting your guard down around Javier, and in the worst way: sexually.

You felt so tired of behaving like a nice woman, like a decent person and there was a side of you that just wished you could drop everything you had in life and surrender to Javier. You literally felt like whoring around and of course, you'd learned from the best.

So what was really stopping you from knocking on his door and letting him fuck you?

Your boyfriend for instance, you reminded yourself. Manu was such a nice person, you liked him, but you didn't desire him.

And the way Javier looked at you and asked you if you were gonna care if he got killed made you want to slap him in the face. How dare he think otherwise? How dare he think you wouldn't be utterly broken? Yes, he was an asshole, but he was your asshole and you hated to even think of that possibility.

When Manu knocked on the door you finally went back to your senses. What the fuck was all that that crossed your mind? It was like you were put under a spell while in the shower.

How could you even consider going after Javier after everything? Or when you had a nice relationship right there?

You decided to lie to yourself some more, at least it was a safe space for now.

•••

Javier groaned as he stepped outside and immediately put on his sunglasses. The warm weather and the sun bothered him deeply, especially at the little sleep he got the night before.

Well, not exactly the night before, because he'd spent the whole night drinking his anger and jealousy away. After what he heard coming from your apartment, coming from your mouth, he couldn't bear being in the same place as you, and especially not being in the same place as your stupid boyfriend.

Javier wanted to kick that door open, get him away from you, but he couldn't do it. It wasn't his place to do it anymore, you'd made your choice and unfortunately he wasn't part of it. So he decided to go out and drink. Of course he could go to a brothel, find himself some company, but he couldn't even trust his own self with that, he'd been so disturbed by everything that went on that the last couple of times he tried doing it he just couldn't get hard. It felt like you were haunting him, your image always lingered around and he couldn't break free from your spell, your presence, your love…

But nothing really mattered anymore, you were with someone else, and judging by the noises you were making you were enjoying every second of it. It pained him, but at the same time he knew it was what you deserved it: someone to love you and make you happy.

Even if it was the right thing, it still hurt him pretty bad. It twisted his guts, left a lump in his throat and the rush of adrenaline turned into a blinding rage he could kill your boyfriend with just a few punches.

So Javier sat down at a dirty table in some sketchy bar and drank one shot after the other.

He managed to get home in the morning, god knows how, and blacked out on his couch.

He didn't sleep nor rested, he literally passed out. However, a shower and a cigarette later, he was ready for Murphy's barbecue. He'd rather skip it and avoid facing you and Manu, but if he did it so, he would have to explain to Steve why he wasn't there, or worse, Steve could just knock on his door and make things more embarrassing for him. So he sucked it up and went to help his friend with the grill and the burgers, greeting Connie on his way and complimented her looks, being just the tiniest bit of flirt, as usual of Javier Peña, just a respectful way to remind women how pretty they were.

You, on the other hand, managed to avoid Manu's kisses during breakfast and after putting the brownies in the oven, you got to the egg salad. He was all the time hovering around you, certainly wanting to repeat last night's activities but you weren't in the mood.

Correction: you weren't in the mood with him, but you couldn't simply fantasize about Javier to get started so your boyfriend could have a quickie when you were just a couple of hours away from seeing him. How could you even look Javier in the eye after all the dirty thoughts you had of him? How could you act normal knowing the only reason why you had two mind blowing orgasms was thinking of him touching you, making you his and treating you like a slut?

You sighed as you finished peeling the potatoes and felt relieved to see Manu had given up trying to make up with you and went to get changed.

As you got yourself into nicer clothes, you knew it was time to go and just hoped everything would be alright.

Manu helped you carry the dishes as you went to the patio and found Steve, Connie and Javi.

Olivia was playing with a doll and as soon as she spotted you, she smiled big, extending her little arms to you and wanting you to pick her up.

You placed the bowl with your potato salad down and went to pick up the little girl. You lifted her up and twirled around holding her making her giggle "hi princess!!! I missed you!" You said excitedly and tickled her small tummy, earning some other adorable giggles from her.

Javier watched you from afar. His gaze wouldn't leave you for a single moment, hidden under his sunglasses, he took in all of you, of your body, of your clothes and how carefree and happy you were around Olivia. The way you smiled and played with her, as you thought no one was watching you was making it very difficult for him to hate you. He scoffed at himself, he could never bring himself to hate you, but he was trying to keep himself angry, because that was the only way he could be away and not screw things up between you and your boyfriend again.

But you always made his life so damn hard, especially when you were all gorgeous in your summer dress holding a giggly little princess in your arms.

Javier suddenly was taken back to the green fields of his dad's ranch in Laredo.

He could easily see you there, playing with a couple of toddlers - a boy and a girl - as the three of you would feed and pet the horses.

Then, when the sun was setting, the kids would all run to him calling him daddy and fighting each other to be the first one to hug him.

And then you would walk to him, all sun kissed, smelling like jasmine and coconut and would wrap your arms around his neck, welcoming your husband after a long day of hard work. A golden ring around your finger would be more than enough to show the whole town you were Mrs.Peña.

Where the fuck was that coming from?

Javier nearly dropped his can of beer when he realized where his mind wandered, he couldn't believe his brain betrayed him like that.

Since when was he the kind of man who would envision himself as a good husband and decent father of two? That was bonkers, he never wanted to be tied down, let alone be a father.

You were standing a few meters away from him with your boyfriend, the kind of guy who would probably give you that lifestyle because Manu was that kind of guy. Javier wasn't.

"Y/N… can you help me bring some plates?" Connie asked you sweetly and you nodded, putting Olivia down and promising you'd be there soon to play with her.

You followed Connie upstairs and walked into her apartment, it was everything very organized and cleaned. You couldn't help but smile at the pictures on the wall of herself and Steve, on their wedding day, their honeymoon and also pictures with Olivia.

Connie separated the plates she wanted to take downstairs "so… new boyfriend?" She raised her eyebrow and saw you blushing softly.

"Yeah… it's very recent"

"Well, he is very handsome… not Javier handsome, but still…" Connie chuckled at how shocked and surprised you got.

"What do you mean, Connie?" You asked clearing your throat, trying to show your nervousness

"Well, it was pretty obvious to all of us you liked Javi… more than friends, and Javi likes you too, Steve told me so… I mean, Javier hasn't said anything but Steve sees a lot more than it seems and he is positive Javier has romantic feelings for you. Judging by the way he was staring at you earlier, I am sure he does too" Connie gave you a sweet smile "and I think you still like him… listen, Steve told me everything that happened and honestly I think you were very right to completely ignore him at first, but he also told me about Carlos and how Javier protected you" Connie grabbed herself a glass of water and downed in one sip, she was sweaty and you could tell she suffered a lot with the weather in Colombia.

"What I'm trying to say is that if you two like each other then sometimes it is alright to give in and forgive. Look at me and Steve, I thought I was doing what was best for myself and our daughter but it turns out all I did was waste precious time away from my husband. Sometimes we're too proud and we miss out on people we love, so maybe you should talk to Javier, see what really goes on between the two of you" she placed her hand on your shoulder and smiled.

You carried the plates silently as her words wouldn't leave you alone. She did have a point, maybe you needed to talk to Javier, the tension, the unspoken feelings, the fact that sometimes it was so obvious you had feelings for each other and sometimes you couldn't read him even if your life depended on it, was making you stressed out.

"I'm sorry honey, can you go grab some other silverware? I forgot to bring them downstairs" Connie pouted and asked you very nicely, you nodded and quickly made your way upstairs, you were lost in your thoughts and didn't really pay attention where you were going, so you only realized you were standing right in front of Javier was when he stopped literally inches before bumping into you.

You noticed how he towered you, he was strong and a bit intimidating even, being so close to him and smelling his cologne got you thinking maybe Connie wasn't so wrong and maybe you should talk to him. You realized you'd let your walls down a while back and you could no longer act tough and unbothered by him, instead, each time you two saw each other you couldn't help but smile brightly again.

"Hey Javi… you okay?" You frowned softly as you saw he was kind of pale and had dark bags under his eyes, maybe he was coming down with something?

He frowned and shot daggers at you, he'd removed his sunglasses inside.

"Sure, just couldn't get to sleep at night with the neighbor across the hall moaning louder than a pornstar" he spat and gritted his teeth.

You were mortified. You had absolutely no idea he could hear you from his apartment, you didn't know you'd been that loud, no wonder Manu wanted a second round in the morning, he thought all that was for him. If only he knew…

And Javier was pissed off too, that was unexpected.

"Oh god, that's embarrassing, I'm sorry…"

"You're right, Y/N, it's fucking embarrassing" he replied in a rude way which began bothering you, who was he to talk about that? He was the guy who used to have girls over nearly every week, it didn't matter if they were paid or not, but very often you heard noises coming from his apartment, so he had no right to complain about that. "You and that dick shouldn't be making that much noise, it bothers people. It's rude, it's not what decent women do"

You stiffened and returned him the same cold gaze, Javier Peña had such nerve it made you want to stab him sometimes.

"You're right, decent women don't do that, that's why this kind of noises always came from your apartment Javier and all the women you picked up, because you simply can't get in a relationship with someone slightly decent, your partners reflect your personality!" You took a deep breath "it hurts, doesn't it? It hurts to hear someone we like, someone we care about with another person. Thinking that you could be there with them, but knowing you are simply not good enough or not the best option" you said "I hope you heard me through the whole thing, I hope you heard me cumming for my boyfriend…" Well, that was a lie, but Javier didn't have to know about it. "... I hope it has hurt you, because that's exactly how I felt every time I saw women come and go into your apartment when you knew damn well I was in love with you!"

Javi didn't expect you to be so blunt about it, he thought you wouldn't admit it and you were right, it did hurt, it felt horrible, he didn't want to ever feel like that again, and now he was even more sure of the asshole he was to you this whole time.

"What's so special about him, after all? What makes you like him to the point of acting like a wh-"

He stopped himself right there before he could screw things up more than he already had.

"Like what, Javi? Like a whore?" You asked with hurt in your voice "I am not a whore, and you know that. It's not my fault if you're jealous because you lost me… why do you do this? Why do you try to push me away whenever things are improving between us?" You stared at him "you wanna know why I like Manu? Take a good look at him, he's the whole package. He's handsome, younger, stronger, taller, he's not a fucking dirty cop. I think the real question here would be asking yourself why did I ever like you, Javier!" You spat back at him, not having any of his shit.

You thought he would backfire at you, but instead, Javier looked down and nodded, putting his sunglasses on one more time.

"You're right, cariño" he said in defeat "you shouldn't like me, I'm no good" surprising you, he cupped your cheek with his big hand, stroking it gently, and against all odds you leaned into it. "I tried pushing you away because it hurts less when you're not around, I lost you Y/N and there's nothing I can do about it"

Javi turned around and grabbed his coat before exiting the building.

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The barbecue didn't go much further after Javier left. You guys sat down, ate and you helped Connie with the dishes, Manu and Steve chatted about business as Olivia played nearby. It could've been a real nice time among friends if you hadn't argued with Javier. But it puzzled you, it wasn't a normal argument, it was something else, it felt almost as an apology, or as a goodbye.

You shook that thought off immediately, a shiver ran down your spine as you couldn't even bear the possibility of that happening. Still, ever since he left, you had an urge to see Javier again. You wanted to check on him, make sure he was alright. You didn't know if it was a gut feeling, your sixth sense or just good old anxiety keeping you company, but you didn't like the way his eyes looked empty when he left, you would only calm down when you saw him again. You knew he was probably buried deep inside some Colombian prostitute, probably making her scream his name but you didn't care, you didn't feel angry after your argument, you felt just sad.

It didn't feel right to rub Manu on his face, especially because you didn't even like Manu that much, you just wanted to hurt Javier for being a cocky motherfucker and you felt really guilty about it. You didn't know if it made sense you felt guilty about it, but you knew you were past that point. You were caught in your own trap and at the same time you wanted to kill Javi, he was the only one you craved.

So after Connie's dishes were perfectly done, you half lied to Manu saying you'd need some time alone because you had a headache. You just occasionally didn't mention your headache went by the name of Javier Peña.

And Manu, being the sweetest and most comprehensive boyfriend on earth, gladly accepted your excuse and went home. He was such a great boyfriend it was starting to become annoying. Or you were starting to come up with reasons to break up with him, after all, you had a good deal with him and you had a bad deal with Javi and of course you were leaning towards the bad one.

So you spent the rest of your day by your door, you were completely silent, no TV, no music just you and a book you were too distracted and anxious to concentrate and actually read it, you just paid attention to every single noise coming from the hallway in hopes it would be Javier arriving home. You thought of using the spare key you had - and you still hadn't returned him - to wait for him in his apartment, but you stopped yourself at the fear of witnessing him arriving with another woman. That would break your heart again, not to mention it would be awkward to everyone as hell.

So you waited, and waited, and waited until you decided it was time to give up and go to bed, it would be another night of the countless you'd spent before hoping Javier would be in the comfort and safety of his home when in reality he was out whoring around.

You had changed into your nightgown and was ready to get under your blankets when you heard mumbling and stumbling coming from outside. Your heart raced and you could tell it was Javier's voice. He was cursing in Spanish and struggling to unlock his door and your heart clenched at the thought of him making out with a woman outside. For a moment you thought of not opening your door, but you realized you could hear only Javier and no one else.

Curiosity took the best of you and you stepped outside your apartment, freezing at what you saw.

"Javi!!!" You whined at the image of him covered in blood, bruised and beaten up.

You immediately teared up at the state he was in, he'd probably been punched a considerable amount of times, a cut right above his left eye was responsible for the amount of blood that stained his face and dripped down his neck and got to his cut.

You hated to see him like that, suddenly that horrible feeling that haunted you earlier made all sense and you ran to him. You'd much rather see Javier arriving home with a woman than all bruised and broken like that, at least he wouldn't be suffering.

You unlocked the door for him and helped him sit down on the couch, which he did with a groan of pain.

He looked at you in silence but smiled softly seeing your presence there, no matter if his whole body hurt, if he had been beaten up by one of the Los Pepes sicario, seeing you there made him better.

You didn't ask him any questions, you would have time for that later, instead you rushed to his kitchen, getting a bowl and filling up with water and ice. You had no idea if that worked for real, but you'd seen several times in movies and TV how someone would sink their face into water to prevent it from swelling.

You also grabbed some cloth and whatever you thought that could be helpful and sat next to him.

"It's okay Javi, I'm here don't worry okay? You're not alone" you reminded him and patiently instructed on what to do.

You didn't know how long you spent wiping all the blood off his face, but you were both relieved to see he hadn't broken any teeth nor his nose. Javi unbuttoned his shirt and removed it with your help, making visible a darkening bruise on his ribs.

You touched it as softly as you could but he winced in pain

"Sorry honey" you said sadly and grabbed the ice pad, letting him place it over so you wouldn't hurt him even more. You hope they hadn't broken any of his ribs.

"It's alright princesa, you're the best nurse in the world" he smiled sadly "you should go home now, I can handle from here, your boyfriend must be waiting, you're all dolled up for bed" he said finally acknowledging your nightgown. Even if he had just been beaten up, he still smirked at your choice of clothing. Manu was a lucky son of a bitch, he thought to himself.

You shook your head "no fucking way I'm leaving you like that Javier. He's not here, and even if he were, I wouldn't leave you" you assured him and saw how he opened his mouth then closed again.

He licked his lips and stared into your eyes.

"Sit on my lap" he asked in a low voice which made you frown in confusion

"What?"

"J-just sit on my lap, I wanna feel you close, cariño, please"

And there they were: his puppy eyes again. How could you say no to broken, beaten, bruised Javier Peña looking every bit vulnerable in front of you?

You didn't think twice before switching to his lap, sitting on top of him comfortably and feeling one of his arms snake around your waist, holding you in place at the same time he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Javi didn't say anything, he just inhaled your scent quietly, feeling in peace and at home. His body didn't hurt as much now, his heart wasn't aching at that moment. You were pressed against him willingly, not because he grabbed you, but because you wanted to be there.

You took his big hand into yours seeing the dry blood on his knuckles and very softly you began wiping it.

"Looks like you threw a few punches too," you said with a small smile and felt him place his head on your chest. He was so close to your breasts, but he didn't make any attempt to touch you inappropriately, he just rested his tired head against your soft skin and watched as you devotedly wiped someone else's blood from his knuckles.

"I left earlier looking for trouble and found trouble with one of the sicarios from Los Pepes" he explained briefly "he got worse than me, I promise" he thought it was best not to mention the other sicarios shot him in the head right there, in front of him, because they had explicit orders not to hurt the DEA agent who was collaborating with them, so he only chuckled but earned a dirty look from you. He knew you were going to say 'I told you so' and probably lecture you again on how stupid working with these people were, but instead, your eyes softened up and he could only see compassion, affection and maybe, just maybe some love in them.

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing Javier against your body tight, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.

You'd never been that close to him, it felt so intimate but it was good.

"You know, the guy who left you at the altar is a stupid dick" he suddenly let out, earning a scoff from you

"Your ex's fiancee's current boyfriend probably says the same about you, Javi"

"It's her husband, and he is completely right. I was a dumb dick and what I did was terrible, I didn't want to get married and instead of straight up telling her, I chose the cowardly path. But I apologized to her and she forgave me, because she said if it weren't for me, she wouldn't have met the love of her life and built her family" he smiled "maybe the same can happen for you" his hand stroked your side, as he still held you tight against him.

You couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Who knows, right? Maybe someday I will have a nice husband and a baby of my own"

"I just know I wouldn't make the same mistake twice, Y/N, if you walked down the aisle for me, I'd be happily waiting for you to be my wife"

Javier only realized what he'd said after the words were out in the open. He shouldn't have said that, just a few hours ago he was trying to push you away and now he was low-key proposing to you? Fuck him, he was stupid.

You giggled and stroked his hair

"Aren't you adorable when you aren't a dick?" You tilted your head and pecked his forehead, seeing how hot his skin was "shit, Javi. You're burning up with fever… let me find you some medicine" you tried getting up but he held you tight in place, which caused your hips to move against his rough jeans and you let out a soft whimper.

Javi frowned at first but immediately smirked, his hand cupping your cheek again as the other one rested on your neck, massaging and stroking your skin.

"Need a relief, mi amor? Go ahead, rub yourself against me, I'll be glad to help you… you took care of me and I take care of you" he sweet talked you, his voice was a low rumbling purr and it took you a lot of willpower not to accept his offer. But you shook your head

"I can't Javi, I'm not gonna hump you while you keep burning up" you replied with the same sweetness he addressed you.

Eventually, you convinced him to take a shower and in the meantime you had to rush back to your place to get a tylenol because of course his medicine cabinet was empty.

When he got fresh out of the shower, you gave him two pills and walked him to his bed. Of course Javier wouldn't bother putting on clothes so he just got the towel out of his waist and got under the blankets, giving you only seconds to turn around not to look at his naked body.

He chuckled at your reaction and raised his eyebrow

"What querida? Do I look like the kind of fucker who goes to bed in pajamas? I ain't no Steve" you both laughed together and he took your hand in his, he caressed your knuckles with his thumb

"Stay. Spend the night with me, just to sleep and nothing more, I need you here, mi amor"

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A/N: So let me just continue by saying that I had a major headache when I was writing it earlier today and then suddenly it went away because that's the power Javi holds against me. Now, this scene where he asks her to sit on his lap and they have this moment, it felt so intimate and erotic to me, I loved writing it and I hope you guys all enjoyed it as well, because it is probably my favorite scene so far.

I know some of you really love angst and want Javier to suffer but I am aching for a happy ending though I still have no idea what will happen in the next chapters or how many chapters there will be.

And also, please let me hear your feedback!!!!! Let me hear what you think of this chapter let me know if you have a favorite part, you can comment or send me an ask whatever i need to talk about javier 🤌🤌🤌

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hey can I request something with Sirius and the reader's birthday? Contrary to popular belief, I think Sirius would be into spending quality time together instead of throwing parties. So, maybe they're a new couple and he shows up at her place and they have a great day?

-Sirius Black x reader

This is too cute!! Hope you enjoy my lovelies 💕

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Sirius doesn’t know how exactly he’s managed it but somehow he’s wrapped your present in the most chaotic way he’s ever seen, and that’s saying something because he’s witnessed the travesty that is Marlene’s wrapping. He’s half inclined to rig up James, who miraculously has the gift of wrapping like it’s his job, but he wants it to mean something to you.

Perhaps that’s why he feels as if his heart might jump out of his chest when he shows up to your house, a sudden tremor that takes over his hands as he goes to knock on your door and he feels as if he’s forgotten how to breathe.

Sirius smiles, ear to ear, when he hears you shout a soft “one minute!” Your voice is as sweet as ever and the sudden panic seems to dissipate for a moment. You rush to the front door opening with a smile just as big as his and he immediately opens his arms out to you enveloping them around your shoulders as you mirror his actions, he presses a kiss to the top of your head before closing the door behind himself.

“Happy birthday sweet girl,” he says, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles as you let out an almost giddy laugh, completely breathless. He’s always made you feel like that even before you two got together, the butterflies were always so persistent.

You watch as he rummages through his bag, pulling out a very tragically wrapped gift, and you try your hardest to bite back the giggle that bubbles up in the back of your throat.

He looks over at you with a knowing look, “Don’t start, I tried really hard” he says, with a grin as he hands you your present, his nerves creep their way back into his heart.

Sirius doesn’t take his eyes off of you, waiting in anticipation as you tear the wrapping paper from the small box. His leg bounces and his heart skips a beat or two when he catches the gleam in your eyes and he swears he’s falling in love with you all over again.

It’s a delicate bracelet, the charm that connects the chain is a small red heart-shaped crystal. You take it out carefully looking over at Sirius, who’s quick to help you put it on, his warm fingertips brushing against your wrist as he clasps the bracelet together.

It’s gorgeous with the way it shines against your skin, under the afternoon sun that slips through your blinds, painting the room and the bracelet in a lovely light.

“It’s beautiful Sirius, thank you so much” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bring him into a hug, “I love it,” you tell him as he pulls away, gently taking your wrist into his hands as he observes the piece of jewellery.

“I’m glad, I was losing my mind trying to figure out what to get you” he chuckles, and he only realises just how shaky his hands still are when you take them in your own.

“Well you did amazing, It really is beautiful,” you tell him with great sincerity in your tone, it makes his chest bloom with warmth.

“You’re beautiful” he winks, smirking at you when you shake your head with a breathy chuckle. He nudges your shoulder with his own as he leans into you, and there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than here with you.

Sirius stays over the night, he pays for whatever dinner you want insisting that “it’s your birthday and you deserve everything” and you quickly learn just how stubborn he can be, giving up on fighting him on the matter, you can’t help be feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.

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patchworkgargoyle · 8 months

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you are all my symmetry 💕

Happy birthday to the fantastic, hilarious, talented, and wonderful @steves-strapcollection 💖💖💖 It's been such a delight having you as my friend, I hope you enjoy this very fluffy and smutty celebration in your honour! You deserve all of it and more.

Many, many thanks to @scarcrossdlvrs and @sidekick-hero for your cheerleading and excellent beta skills!!

Pairing: Steddissy || Rating: E || CW: PWP, unsafe sex, Dom/sub undertones || Words: ~5.6k || Ao3

It started like most good ideas: as a joke.

Eddie groaned and let his head fall on the back of the couch, wincing when the worn down cushion did nothing to protect his skull. “I just don’t get it! It’s cuffing season. I wanna get cuffed!” His hands flailed in the air before landing on Chrissy’s thighs with a slap that made her jump.

“Ow,” she grumbled, and he gave her an apologetic look where she was tucked up against the arms of both the couch and Steve.

“I just can’t believe you’re both still single,” Steve said.

Eddie snorted. “Me? I believe it.” Though he’d said it quietly, both Steve and Chrissy smacked his arm.

“Don’t say that, Eddie. You’re a catch, that asshole wasn’t worth your time.” Chrissy took his hand in hers, her Christmas-themed manicure sparkling in contrast to his usual chipped black polish. Every time he looked at their hands together he was amazed at how small Chrissy’s were.

While what she said might’ve been true, it gets pretty fucking demoralizing when each and every person before him hadn’t been “worth his time” either. Eddie couldn’t seem to get past a second date, unless they were hitting him up for a booty call, and god, he was tired of that too. He was craving more. Something like this, but–

But not like this this. He told himself the answer didn’t lie in Chrissy’s soft hand in his and Steve’s thigh warm along his own. Or in the way Chrissy relaxed across both their laps while Steve stretched his arm across the back of the couch to touch Eddie’s shoulder. No matter what his stupid, traitorous little heart thought. Because they were friends.

“You’re a catch too, Chris,” Eddie said instead of what was actually on his mind. Her shy smile in reply made his heart skip.

“Exactly,” Steve said definitively, “you’re both great. Gorgeous, funny, smart. I don’t understand why neither of you are taken yet.”

Chrissy raised a teasing eyebrow at him. “Says the guy who’s also currently single.”

“Yeah, well.” His fingers fidgeted with a loose thread on their shared couch. Eddie remembered the day he and Steve hauled it home from the thrift store because Robin took the old one when she moved in with Vickie. Turns out, moving furniture in the middle of summer was hell, and not at all because seeing Steve’s hair fall into his face and stick to his sweaty forehead drove Eddie a bit insane. Not at all.

“I’m not looking right now, I think,” Steve finished.

Taking a hit from his joint, Eddie let his thoughts collect while the smoke sat in his lungs. On the exhale, he said through the smoke, “Maybe Chris and I should stop looking too. Don’t they say something about that?” The two confused expressions levelled at him made Eddie shrug. “I dunno, something about love happening when you’re not looking for it or least expect it or some shit.”

Steve’s lips pursed in a thoughtful–or possibly a more confused–frown as he nodded slowly. “Sure…”

“That’d be nice,” Chrissy sighed wistfully. Her head tilted, landing on Steve’s shoulder, and he squeezed her closer.

Eddie watched as two of his best friends and the most gorgeous people he knew curled up into each other. They looked so good together it was almost unfair, like the sun and the stars, and Eddie’s chest ached like a greedy black hole. He saw how they looked at each other sometimes. Glances taken when they thought no one was watching. Eddie watched, though, even when he didn’t want to, often didn’t realise when he did. Maybe now that they were both single they’d finally get together like he always thought they would. The thought left a sour swirling in Eddie’s gut that he mentally berated himself for.

He would be happy for them if they became a couple. Truly, he would. That churning jealousy could go fuck itself. In an effort to smoke it out, Eddie took another hit.

Fingers tapped on his shoulder, so Eddie passed the joint to Steve at his wordless demand. Chrissy nicked it from Steve’s fingers after he was done and wrapped her pretty lips around the filter. Quietly they sat in their collective haze of smoke and sluggish thoughts while sinking further into the couch. Until Steve took a deep breath, then giggled.

“I could help, y’know. With your dry spells.” He stared at Chrissy, then Eddie, then wiggled his brows twice with a dopey smirk.

Eddie barked a laugh while Chrissy giggled, but Eddie couldn’t deny that the idea was tempting. He didn’t have the mental fortitude to shove those not-exactly-friend-shaped feelings away like usual, blooming in his chest when he couldn’t bury it. Fuck. The images were… sexy, all the ones that he tried to ignore late at night with his fingers on or in himself. He coughed to hide the rising flush in his face.

“You’re funny, man,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes and hoping the butterflies died an inglorious death.

“Hey, I mean it. Come knock on my door if you guys get desperate enough.” Steve had a clearly fake salacious look on his face, sending them all into fits of laughter again until Chrissy started talking about their Christmas plans, the previous topic all but forgotten.

Or that’s what Eddie thought.

The next few weeks were, well, interesting. Eddie kept catching himself looking more often, watching Steve and Chrissy. Whether they went out in a rush to find last minute presents or try to scrounge up party decorations for the New Years bash they’d been strong-armed into hosting, Eddie couldn’t stop being drawn to his friends more than usual. Like that black hole in his chest had a gravitational pull.

He bumped shoulders with Steve more, or whacked him with the back of his hand; really, Eddie found any excuse he could to just touch him more. Or make him laugh.

Eddie told a joke–a pun awful enough that it’d make even Dustin groan–and Steve laughed, a full on head-tilting-back, echoing guffaw that made Eddie’s insides light up like fireworks with delight. Time felt like it slowed down. He could see the snowflakes catching on Steve’s long lashes, the rosiness on his cheeks that was probably just from the chill in the air all while bundled up in a soft, navy blue scarf Eddie had given him a few years ago. It was devastating.

He flitted around Chrissy like a moth to a flame–or, more like a gentle bedside lamp. Darted in to sweep her up in a big hug and spin her around, or made funny faces that made her let out those chime-like giggles of hers.

When they’d wandered through Millenium Park, Chrissy gasped at the giant glimmering tree that they set up every year, her awed “Wow” so precious he ached with the need to wrap her in his arms and bury his face in her neck. Eddie hated the holidays, but her wonder and joy at every single part of it made him want to be less of a Grinch. It didn’t hurt that she looked so beautiful with the lights sparkling in her blue eyes and her hair a little mussed from the wind.

God, Eddie wanted them so badly. It was like Steve’s words had turned Eddie’s guilty, furtive desires up to eleven.

And while he noticed all of that, he also saw that Steve and Chrissy were watching each other as well.

It makes sense. Steve has mentioned a few times how pretty he thinks Chrissy is, and she’d joked with Eddie about how hot Steve looks at the gym. They yell about their sports, and work out together while bitching about their least favourite professors, and rave about the same music; so, of course, they’d be a great couple. Eddie’s the odd one out, as is his niche. Though the growing jealousy gnaws at his bones, he’s determined to face their inevitable getting-together with endless support and happiness. He’ll get over the dark, selfish parts of himself eventually.

What Eddie doesn’t notice, amongst all his observations, is that sights have been set on him, too.

The holidays came and went in a blur. Eddie visited Wayne over Christmas, a quiet affair with just the two of them. Like every year they gave each other weird novelty mugs–Eddie’s, a bat hanging upside down that says I’m Fruity; Wayne’s, a remix of Women Want Me, Fish Fear Me so ridiculous Wayne nearly dropped it while cackling–and a few other gifts. He practically lived in the soft, deep green sweater Wayne gave him, and that Steve and Chrissy gushed over when he sent a selfie to their group chat. The pics he got in return, of Steve beaming with Robin, and Chrissy equally happy with her grandparents’ ancient dog, made Eddie grin so wide Wayne shook his head with an all too knowing roll of his eyes.

Steve stayed with Vickie and Robin at the Buckley’s house, and Chrissy visited her grandparents down south, so they all got some distance. Breathing room. It wasn’t like Steve’s offer was serious. They were all high, and lonely during one of those times of year when anyone who’s single feels at least a twinge of yearning. Eddie, personally, blames the Hallmark shit that gets shovelled down their throats, even though Chrissy and Steve both glare at him when he rants about it.

He knew he was right, anyway.

By the time Eddie got home he figured he’d gotten over the feelings that had been winding their sticky tendrils throughout his rib cage. He dragged his luggage and weary feet up the narrow stairs of their third-floor walk up, looking forward to collapsing on his bed after a seemingly endless flight, and let himself in with a grateful sigh.

“Honey, I’m home!” he warbled. Soft laughter from the living room greeted him, and when he glanced over he saw Chrissy and Steve cuddled up on the couch.

“Which one of us is honey?” Steve asked with a wink that made Eddie’s face heat and his heart sink to his toes. So it happened. They were together. Cool. Shit. Great. He could improv when D&D went off plan, he could handle this.

“Whichever one of you is sweeter,” he replied, though even Eddie could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

“I think you’re both pretty sweet.”

Chrissy’s tone made Eddie pause. She said it slowly, syrupy, and just suggestively enough to make his face blush even more. Fumbling through getting his boots off, Eddie let out a reedy laugh. “Well shucks, Chris,” was all he could think to reply with.

“How was your flight?” Steve asked.

“Oh, y’know, nothing more luxurious than economy seats on a Delta flight. Really the pinnacle of air travel. I could write a song to the beat of the kid kicking my seat.” Eddie flung his keys into the bowl by the door and started for his room.

They both laughed with sympathetic smiles. “Sorry man.” Steve nodded at the TV, before looking back to Eddie. “Do you wanna watch a movie with us, celebrate being home?”

Chrissy nodded encouragingly. “Please, Eddie? We missed you.”

The way they looked at him made something ping in the back of Eddie’s mind, something that had him wanting to run. “Uhh, nah, I think I’m gonna hit the hay. Really tuckered out. Enjoy the movie though, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He winced internally at his stupid choice of words and scurried off to his room without another glance at the couple.

Shutting the door with a sigh, he leaned against it and wished he could let his head thunk on the wood. Maybe a few times, just to knock the irritating turmoil out of his brain. Lacking that option, he chose to unpack, giving his nervous energy something to do while he corralled his stupid pining. Through the slamming of his dresser drawers and the woosh of clothes slammed into his laundry basket, Eddie didn’t hear the discussion going on in the living room, nor the pair of footsteps approaching his door until a polite knock sounded.

He paused. Waited. Worried. Then, through the door:

“Eddie? Sorry, we just. Um. We wanna talk to you?”

While Eddie could be a stubborn bastard at times, he could never resist Chrissy when she sounded like that, concerned and hopeful. He could imagine her puppy dog eyes, pretty and pleading, after years of them being wielded against him for the last of whatever treat they’d been sharing. Swallowing, he walked over and opened the door.

Their relief was obvious. Steve’s shoulders lowered and Chrissy beamed. “Hey,” she said softly.

“What can I do for you fine folks?” he replied.

Steve looked at Chrissy for a moment, then back to Eddie when she nodded. This was it. Eddie braced himself for the news of a happy new couple, drew up the remains of his energy and prepared to shower them in excitement and encouragement while trying to desperately hold the leash of the snapping, ravenous maw of jealousy inside him.

“Do you remember my offer?”

Eddie frowned. Huh? Steve had texted him about getting take-out before Eddie got home, but he’d slammed back a sandwich before the flight. That couldn’t be–

Oh.

Sputtering, Eddie said, “Wait, y-you mean that offer?” They nodded, and Eddie could only blink.

“You don’t have to, of course. Chrissy and I talked yesterday, though, and–”

“And you’re including me?!”

Chrissy giggled. “Of course we are. Steve did proposition both of us. And…” She turned shy, fidgeting with her nails. She’d gotten them re-done for New Years in black and gold and, Eddie noticed with a flash of heat, the nails of her index and middle fingers were both left short. “We both want you to join us if you’re comfortable. We wanted to ease you into it I guess, but you just looked kinda…”

“Bummed out.”

She snorted and gave Steve’s chest a very light smack. “Steve.”

“What?” he complained.

Struggling a little, Eddie blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I thought you’d already started fucking.”

They both blushed a little, while Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “No, we waited for you.”

Eddie mouthed the word waited. They waited for Eddie to get home so he and Chrissy could take Steve up on his offer and, and–fuck each other? Had he entered the horniest Twilight Zone ever? Had the plane crashed and he’d landed in a coma with his best wet dream playing? On a whim, Eddie pinched himself and hissed when it hurt. Steve took Eddie’s hand away from his arm with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re not dreaming.” He said it so evenly, confidently, that Eddie had no choice but to believe him. Then Steve wound their fingers together and started tracing his free hand up Eddie’s arm, leaving sparks in his wake. “We want this, with you. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I offered, honestly.”

Chrissy took Eddie’s other hand, turned it over in her delicate grip and brushed her fingertips along the sensitive skin of his palm. His knees, surprisingly, didn’t buckle when she gazed at him through her lashes. His knees deserved a fucking trophy. “I haven’t either,” she said.

“Holy shit,” Eddie mumbled eloquently. How else was he expected to respond when his two absolutely fucking stunning friends just told him they wanted to have sex with him? Every bit of tiredness left his body at the thought. He felt like he might vibrate so hard he’d go into a quantum state and fall through the floor.

When he took too long to respond, they started pulling their hands away, but Eddie stopped them with a fumbling grasp. “No, no wait. Holy shit. You’re serious.”

Steve’s hopeful smile turned leisurely sinful. Stepping closer, he replied in a low tone Eddie had heard snatches of through their shared, thin wall, “Dead serious, baby,” and Eddie shivered.

“We can talk more about it, if you want,” Chrissy said as she laid a demure hand on Eddie’s chest. “There’s no rush.”

He shook his head fast enough to send his curls flying. “God no. Fuck, I haven’t stopped thinking about it either. It’s been driving me up the wall. Like, you can’t just go and waggle your eyebrows at us like you did and say that shit and then do nothing about it for weeks and then expect me to wait–”

“Eddie. Shh.” Slowly, Chrissy’s hand slid up to Eddie’s neck, her fingers curling around the back of it while she stared at him with a desire he’d never seen directed at him before. His mouth snapped shut. “I don’t want to wait either. I want to kiss you.”

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, then ducked down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. Freeing the hand she held, Eddie wrapped it around her waist and pulled her close, earning a small sound of surprise. She tasted sweet, like lingering hot chocolate, the softness of her lips addicting.

She was so small compared to Eddie. If it weren’t for the steely command in her voice when she told him she wanted to kiss, he’d almost be tempted to wrap her up and worship her like the princess she deserved to be. The way she gripped his sweater and yanked him closer, though, told him he was in for a very different ride.

There was a slight tickle at the hem of Eddie’s sweater. Steve’s hand started to sneak under the soft wool, his blunt nails scratching softly along Eddie’s pale skin and making him shudder deliciously at the feeling. Steve was a solid presence beside them. Drawn to him, Eddie leaned a little of his weight against Steve’s body, delighted in the way Steve returned the gesture, holding Eddie up as he began to nuzzle Eddie’s hair.

“Missed you so much,” Steve rumbled as Chrissy broke away from Eddie with a soft moan. From that point on Eddie refused to give his doubts any more room. Even if this was the one and only chance he got, he’d take it now and leave the consequences for later, no matter how risky. Without hesitation, he turned and met Steve’s waiting lips and revelled in the hum he pulled from Steve’s chest. It wasn’t long at all before Eddie felt Steve’s tongue against the seam of his lips, and hungrily he parted them, letting their tongues slide together in a way that turned filthy so quickly.

Eddie wanted to float away on cloud nine and drag them both into his bed immediately. Given that only one of these things was even possible, the decision was easily made. Groaning, Eddie pulled back and said, “If I don’t get you both in bed right the fuck now, I’m throwing a tantrum.”

“Then move, you goof,” Chrissy said, shoving him, and Eddie grinned wolfishly as he guided them both further into the mess that was his bedroom.

Stepping right on his clothes without a care, Eddie, Steve, and Chrissy all pushed and pulled each other to Eddie’s bed. Laughter and kisses followed as they couldn’t keep their hands off one another. Chrissy tripped on a hidden shoe and ended up against Steve’s chest, and he swooped in to pepper messy kisses to her cheeks before licking into her mouth. And fuck, wasn’t that a sight.

Eddie needed them all to get naked, and he needed it now. He started tugging at their shirts to distract them, or grab their attention, anything to get this started. When they looked up, he wiggled his eyebrows like Steve had all those weeks ago and whipped off his shirt. “C’mon, let’s go!” he said at the sight of their slightly dazed expressions.

From there it was a whirlwind of clothes flying. Belts flopped to the floor, zippers unzipped, and underwear was lost amongst the mess as it was flung away in their enthusiasm. Eddie flopped across his bed, panting after having Steve’s greedy hands all over him as soon as Eddie had shed his jeans. To either side, Chrissy and Steve descended, hands pawing and limbs tangling. Eddie was overwhelmed in the best, most exquisite way. Steve had a possessive arm around his waist while Chrissy’s thighs wrapped around one of Eddie’s. Steve delved down to Eddie’s mouth, devouring the whine that escaped his lips as Chrissy’s teeth grazed one of his nipples.

He tried to keep up, he really did. Eddie wedged his free thigh between Steve’s and ground it upwards, smirking when he heard Steve’s breath hitch and felt how wet and hot his cunt was against his leg.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Eddie groaned. “How the hell are you both here?”

“Someday we’re going to make you see yourself how we do,” Chrissy threatened.

Honestly, Eddie believed in this moment that they could convince him that the sky was purple. Having them in his arms, naked, kissing him, kissing each other, felt like a fucking miracle. He’d believe anything they told him right then.

After some moments of slowly, deliciously rocking together, starting to learn each other’s tells and buttons, biting gently at newly discovered freckles and supple swells of skin, Steve guided them to lie on the bed properly.

“What do you need tonight?” he asked them both.

“I, um,” Chrissy looked down at one of Eddie’s tattoos. She’d been tracing it with the tip of her finger and making Eddie shiver under her touch. “I’ve always fantasised about riding one of you.”

Both men’s breath hitched as the words registered.

“Do you want me to grab my strap?” Steve offered.

“Do you want to get up?” she asked, and he shook his head ruefully.

“Don’t wanna miss anything, honestly. But I’ve got an idea.”

Following Steve’s direction, Chrissy stood up while Eddie stretched out along the messed up sheets, taking a few deep breaths in the hopes of controlling himself. If he came before Chrissy and Steve did he’d never let himself live it down. But, fuck, it was hard when they were so fucking hot, climbing into position over him.

Steve let Chrissy go first with a gentlemanly hand gesture. Giggling, she swung up onto Eddie’s hips and hovered over his leaking cock. The mischievous grin that graced her lips was all the warning he got before she took him in hand and slid his head between her folds. Eddie whined at her teasing.

“Chris, please, wanna be inside you, please,” he babbled, his hips jolting when he felt his dick nearly slip into her alluring heat. “C’mon, c’mon.”

“He’s so pretty when he begs,” Steve mused. He tilted his head as he looked down at them, reaching out to trail his fingers down Eddie’s tense, twitching stomach.

“He is,” she agreed. “Maybe next time we could explore it more.”

Eddie inhaled sharply, his eyes flying open. “Next time?”

“Yeah, of course.” Chrissy stopped her teasing and sat down on Eddie’s thighs. “You–did you think this was a one-time thing?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I kinda did. I thought this was just, like, getting it out of our systems. Clearing the air.”

Steve tucked a strand of curls back behind Eddie’s ear, his expression closed off despite the tender touch. “Is that what you want?”

Anxiety made his heart clench, but he figured this was as good a time as any to admit to the bullshit that had been driving him insane, and not just in the weeks leading up to this.

“Fuck no. I want more. If, if you want that, too. I think it’d kill me if this was it for us. A-and not just sex.” Eddie propped himself up on his elbows, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. “I wanna go on dates. I want picnics in the park where people wonder what we’ve got, and fancy dinner dates, all that romantic shit because I’ve turned into a sap in my old age.”

Twin gleaming, relieved smiles shone down at him. Chrissy squeezed his hip, and Steve pulled Eddie in for the softest kiss any of them had shared that night. When he pulled away, Steve said, “You know I’m the king of romantic shit. I can’t wait to wine and dine you.” He took Chrissy’s hand in his. “Both of you. I’m gonna show you off, make people so jealous.”

Steve leaned over and kissed Chrissy softly too, and Eddie’s heart swelled at the sight. How he’d gotten so fucking lucky he’d never know. He already loved them both as friends, and the shift into something else was as earth-shattering as it was perfectly natural. Judging by the heartbreakingly tender expressions Chrissy and Steve wore when they parted and faced him, they seemed to feel the same way. Desire surged and burned like a bonfire in Eddie, for both of them. He needed them both. Now.

“Chrissy. Please,” he begged breathlessly. With a frantic nod, she sat up again, lined up Eddie’s cock, and sank down slowly with a delicious gasp. Eddie hissed, eyes screwed shut, as each rock of her hips brought him deeper into her heat.

“Open your eyes, Eddie,” Steve said, but Eddie shook his head. He couldn’t, if he watched her he might blow his load too early. But then Steve wove his fingers into Eddie’s sweat-damp hair and tugged, making Eddie buck up into Chrissy and whine. “Watch her. Like you have been for weeks. See how beautiful she is sitting on your cock.”

Swallowing, Eddie opened his eyes, and god, she was fucking perfect. Chrissy’s hair was wild, swept away from her flushed face. Lips parted, she moaned as she finally sank all the way down onto Eddie, clenching around his length as she adjusted to the size of him. Her breasts heaved as she breathed deep and Eddie craved touching them again, wanting to know if she’d squeeze his cock if he pinched and caressed her dusky pink nipples.

“See?” Steve asked. He sounded winded. “Beautiful.”

“Amazing,” Eddie panted.

For a moment Chrissy ducked her head, shy, but took a steadying breath before saying to Steve, “Now you, baby.” Steve climbed up over Eddie’s face, bracing himself on the headboard, and the fucking glorious view that greeted him made his dick twitch. “Oh, he’s excited,” Chrissy giggled.

“He better be,” Steve responded with a smug look down at Eddie.

“Of fucking course I am, I’m about to get ridden within an inch of my life! This is the best goddamn present I could ever ask for.”

“Good answer.”

Eddie watched hungrily as Steve’s cunt came closer. As soon as Eddie could reach, he dove in, dragging his tongue over Steve’s dick and moaning at the taste of his slick. He could feel the groan vibrate through Steve’s body as he licked between his folds, dipping into his hole before going back to his cock, latching on, and sucking.

“Oh fuck.” Steve gripped Eddie’s hair again. “It’s like you’re starved for it. Already pussy drunk, huh, good boy?”

Whimpering, high and desperate, he nodded against Steve’s cunt. He was fucking ravenous. If he could, he’d have his face buried between Steve or Chrissy’s legs for hours, until his lips were raw and his jaw was sore.

Chrissy began to move too, slowly at first, circling her hips in a way that made Eddie’s stomach clench and tremble. When she finally rose up, then down, he met her with a thrust that punched out a high, lovely whimper.

Not wanting to shift Steve, Eddie wrapped his arms around his thighs and held tight as Chrissy picked up her pace. Sheer, hedonistic pleasure surged through Eddie’s body, setting his nerves alight. The tight, slick feeling of fucking into Chrissy, while Steve ground down on Eddie’s clever tongue, the wet sounds of sex filling the room; Eddie wanted to bottle it all up, live in the moment forever, record it on video and watch back the first time he got to feel and taste and savour these two perfectly imperfect people he loved.

Fuck, he loved them. Was in love with them. That, though, was something he’d face later. He was busy right now.

Steve’s hips sped up, moaning as Eddie simply opened his mouth and let Steve ride his tongue, his cock rubbing Eddie’s nose. The hand in his hair tightened, held Eddie in place, and he had never been happier being used for someone else’s pleasure. Chrissy fucked him faster too. It was maddening. He could die here, happily.

The angle of Steve’s hips changed and Eddie opened his eyes to see Chrissy wrapping her arms around Steve’s chest, her fingers skimming his top surgery scars reverently.

They both admired the sight between Steve’s legs. Eddie wondered if what they saw was as mind-blowingly hot as what he saw as he watched one of Chrissy’s hands trail through Steve’s chest hair and downward, until she could get her knuckles around Steve’s dick.

“Look at him watching us,” she said, her voice thin and unsteady.

“He’s so happy being used, isn’t he?” Steve replied. Being talked about like he wasn’t there made the coil of bliss in Eddie’s stomach tighten. Steve also sounded shaky, and Eddie, determined to make it good, memorable, pointed and curled his tongue inside Steve’s cunt while he renewed his thrusts. The desperate sounds he wrung from them both boosted Eddie’s ego, and his efforts. He’d be good for them, make them both crave this again, so next time he could see just how condescending they could be while they railed him until his brains melted.

Chrissy’s moans grew quieter, choked off, her pace starting to falter. Thank fuck, she must be close. And judging by the way Steve was getting louder and louder, his groans and gasps and the desperate way he was bucking down on Eddie's face with more and more slick and spit smeared on Eddie's mouth, he must be too. Their sounds were fucking divine, pushing Eddie to the edge. He dug his nails into Steve’s thighs, hoping they’d leave marks. The hand that had been in Eddie’s hair flew to where Eddie was holding onto Steve possessively. Eddie grasped it back in a bruising grip, his heart soaring when Chrissy’s free hand joined them.

“Chrissy, oh god, mnh, Eddie!” Steve’s thighs started to shake and clench around Eddie’s ears. Tilting his chin, Eddie let Steve take and take and take until he shouted and shook apart on Eddie’s tongue, slick gushing and dripping down Eddie’s chin. Like a good boy, Eddie stayed put, kept his sore and aching tongue in its proper place so Steve could ride out the rest of his orgasm until he was truly satisfied.

When Steve moved away, Eddie drew in desperate gulps of air, taking one more worshipping lick that made Steve gasp thickly before, wobbly, he flopped onto the narrow space between the edge of the bed and his lovers.

Free to move fully now, Eddie’s hands flew down to Chrissy’s hips to hold her in place. She keened when Eddie pistoned into her, her nails pinpoints of delicious pain in his arms.

“E-Eddie, Steve,” she moaned, over and over and slurring together. “Fuck, oh, please, please!”

Steve reached between them and got his fingers on her clit, rubbing expert circles in time with Eddie’s thrusts. “Come for us, Chrissy, c’mon sweetheart.”

With a surprisingly quiet cry, Chrissy clenched around Eddie’s cock, her whole body shuddering as she came, her face falling into bliss when Eddie followed her right over the edge.

His orgasm ripped through him like lightning, so intense he barely heard his own needy whimper. Fuck, fuck.

He slumped into the mattress with a hollow groan, finding his hands once again clasped by Steve and Chrissy. All he could hear was their ragged breathing, until Chrissy shifted and he slipped out of her with a hiss. She hummed, then, a curious sound, and Eddie opened his eyes to see her dip her fingers into her pussy, drawing them out to see them coated in his come.

Steve leaned forward. Taking her hand gently, he closed his lips around her fingers and sucked them clean, moaning quietly at the taste.

“Holy shit,” Eddie said with wonder. Giving Eddie a sly side-eye, Steve pulled Chrissy in for an open mouthed kiss they both groaned into, and if it were possible for Eddie to get hard again right there and then, he would’ve.

But, regrettably, he was only human. All he could do was watch in awe as his lovers made out before they joined him in lying on the bed. Like vines their limbs twisted together again, unable to resist the need for contact that drove them close. Their bodies were cooling with sweat, but they cared little when there was so much warmth between them.

After a few minutes where they simply enjoyed existing in the same space, letting their mutual, sated exhaustion wash over them, Eddie finally broke the silence.

“I’m so glad we got high.”

The resulting cackling made Eddie grin. He loved making them laugh.

“Me too,” Steve said, nuzzling into the crook of Chrissy’s neck while he reached across her to hold Eddie’s hip.

Chrissy hummed. “Mm. Me three.”

Eddie and Steve groaned despite their begrudging smiles.

“I am glad, though,” Eddie continued. “I don’t know if I would’ve ever thought I could have you both. Still feels like a fucking dream.”

Steve’s hand traced along Eddie’s slender waist. “It’s real.” He repeated the words with tired wonder. “It’s real.”

Curled up together in the same bed for the first time, Eddie smiled and wrapped his arms around Chrissy and Steve, his stars and sun, orbited by the moon.

dividers by @/saradika and @/cafekitsune

#steves-strapcollection #steddissy #eddie munson #steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #transmasc steve #stranger things #fanfic #sav scrawls stuff

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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I MISSED YOU, I hope you're doing well remember to drink water and eat food :)

Anyways request

Wanderer x afab! Reader, where he was being a teasing little shit all day only for reader to punish him and turn him into a subby mess by teasing him with a fleshlight once they get home (he almost faints because he cums so hard) <3

Anyways have a great day :D and take care of yourself, I wish you the best 💕

Subby!Wanderer x fem! reader. Smut.

a/n: You guys are absolutely spoiling me with all these Scara smut requests. I had a blast writing this, btw 😌 I hope you enjoy, dear ❤️

Panting, Wanderer's hands reached out for you, making you shake your head, and gently smack his hands away. Groaning, frustrated, he glared at you.

"Nope nope, dear, no touching for you," You said, smiling sweetly at him, rubbing the fleshlight against the tip of his leaking cock, making a bolt of pleasure curl up his spine, bucking his hips up into the toy.

"You are going to, ahh, fuck.." Wanderer was cut off, griping the sheets white knuckled. He wanted to touch you so badly. He wanted to grab you by the hair, throw you down onto the bed, and fuck you senseless.

"Hmm? What was that? What's wrong, my sweet boy," You purred the last two words, rubbing the sex toy against his cock, making him moan again. You were going to agonizingly slow.

"Please," Wanderer whispered, his glare softening, his eyes rolling back in his head, writhing, "just let me cum already."

"Why should I? All you did was tease me all day, Wanderer. Sure, it was fun, but at some point, it stopped being fair, no? You are only getting what you deserve," You replied.

Wanderer's cheeks flushed. The way you were talking was just so hot. As much he as he loved making you submit, every once and awhile, he loved when you put him in his place. Of course, he would remind you not to get used to it.

Drool started to run down the corner of his mouth. The more you teased him, the louder he moaned, making him throw one of his arms across his face as he writhed.

He didn't know how long you edged and teased him, and he didn't care. "You had better lick my cum off of this thing," He groaned, his moans dying suddenly in his throat as he came, nearly passing out at how strong his orgasm felt.

Wiping his mouth, Wanderer chuckled when he saw you licking his cum off the toy like he asked. "Still a pathetic sub for me, no matter what."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #wanderer smut

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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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UH UH UH YOU'RE TAKING PROMTS!!

Can I ask for ""if you think i am going to validate your pessimistic thoughts, then you're wrong" from the "I don't deserve you" responses list? Steddie or Buckingham (I acc don't remember if you ship them, it's okay if not), whichever you like the best and feel the more inspired by :)

have a good day love 💕

hallo!! Sorry this took so long—and I do ship them!!! I like Buckingham, Rovickie, and Ronance, because I just need Robin to happy and in love with someone, and I don’t care which girl it is, haha.

anyways, I hope this was okay, because I am very tired right now and have not read it over ♥️

All of the lists for prompts are in my pinned post!

Robin was practically bouncing on her feet as she waited for Chrissy to get out of the car. Her girlfriend was in the passenger seat, now—because she said the mirror on that side was better—trying to fix the strands of hair that were purposefully falling out of her ponytail at the sides of her face.

“You didn’t have to dress up, you know,” Robin said, looking Chrissy over. Her outfit was way more put together than what she normally wore—and that was saying something. She had on a white dress with a skirt that puffed out around her waist and fell to her mid thigh. She had back heels on. They weren’t even going to a fancy restaurant, so Robin herself was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. “We’re just going to see Steve and Eddie.”

Robin felt her face flush as Chrissy turned to her and got out of the car, frowning, her arms crossed over her chest. The bracelets around her wrists jingled and clinked together. “You don’t like it?”

“No, no,” Robin rushed out, holding her hands up slightly, her face now bright red. “I-I do! I do, you look amazing. Hot. Sexy, even, I just—I was just trying to say that you don’t have to dress up just to go and meet Steve, you know? He’s not expecting you to, or…or anything, so it’s fine. But you look great, really.”

Chrissy laughed and moved some hair off of Robin’s shoulder, kissing her on the cheek. “Thanks, babe.” She paused and sighed, taking Robin’s hand and twisting one of her small silver rings around, looking away. “I just want him to think well of me, yeah? His opinion matters to you, and I…I want him to like me.”

Confusion spread over Robin’s face and she brought Chrissy’s hand to her lips, kissing it, just because she knew it would make Chrissy blush. No one could see them, anyways, with the car in the way. “He’ll like you. And if he doesn’t? Fuck him. Actually, wait, no. Don’t tell him I said that.”

Chrissy giggled again and moved her hand out of Robin’s, nodding. “I won’t.”

“Just be yourself, okay?”

Chrissy rolled her eyes at that, but there was a smile on her lips. “Okay.”

Jesus fucking Christ it was loud inside the restaurant. Chrissy hadn’t bothered to check the name of where they were, just going to the address that Robin had given her. She was tucked into the booth next to Robin, while Steve and Eddie sat on the other side.

And to be honest? She had thought this would be fun. Nerve wracking, but fun. And it wasn’t. Steve and Eddie were mostly talking amongst the two of them, Eddie laughing and not-so-discreetly holding Steve’s hand under the table. And Robin was mostly listening to them, which was weird because she was always talking.

Robin kept reaching for her hand, and Chrissy felt bad for pulling away from her each time, but she felt embarrassed to do it in public—especially in front of Steve, who kept glancing over at her and looking her over, making her want to curl into herself and disappear. Maybe that’s why Robin was being so quiet. Maybe she was upset.

She probably was.

So Chrissy kept to herself, leaning against the wall and looking out the fogged over window next to them. She really didn’t want to upset Robin, but she didn’t need Steve to think that she was too clingy or something. She just needed him to like her, and from the way he kept looking at her, it didn’t seem like he did.

Eventually Steve turned to her and leaned on his elbows on the table, looking her over again. Chrissy straightened up immediately, her eyes widening slightly as she gave him a polite smile. “Hm?”

“Didn’t say anything,” Steve said simply, looking over at Eddie, who was messing with his rings, looking kind of bored now that Steve wasn’t talking to him. Everyone here looked kind of bored. “So, Chrissy. Where did you guys meet?”

“Hm? O-oh, um, college. We’re both doing film.”

“I see,” Steve said, taking Eddie’s hand again, and Eddie smiled, giving him a quick glance before leaning back against his chair, which knocked his cane away from the table.

“Oh, shit—“ Eddie muttered, going to get it, but Steve got up instead, pushing Eddie gently back down into his chair and grabbing the cane, before sitting back down.

“You alright?” He whispered to Eddie, and Eddie nodded, patting his shoulder.

Steve turned back to Chrissy and she sighed, chewing on her bottom lip. She saw Eddie frown, and then tug Steve closer by the sleeve of his t-shirt, whispering something and motioning his head towards Robin and Chrissy. Chrissy’s face flushed, and she sank down in her seat slightly. She saw Robin glance over at her, looking away quickly, and she was about to say something, when Eddie pushed his chair back and stood up, his cane falling over as he leaned heavily on the table. “I need to piss!,” and then turned to Steve, ignoring the people who had turned around to look at them, giving him a pointed look.

Steve sighed and stood up again, grabbing Eddie’s cane and handing it to him. “I’ll, uh…go with him to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.” It was obviously a lie, but Chrissy saw Robin shrug and wave them off, looking down.

After they were out of sight, Chrissy turned to Robin and made to take her hand, but Robin tugged her hand away, sighing. “Did I do something?”

Chrissy froze, looking confused. Feeling confused. “No, honey…”

“I just—whenever I try to touch you or something, you move away, and I…I feel like I did something.” Robin muttered, and Chrissy held out her hand. It took a minute, but Robin eventually took it, kissing Chrissy’s knuckles, and Chrissy looked around. No one was looking at them. She didn’t know why it made her so nervous.

“I don’t deserve this,” She whispered, feeling her eyes gloss over. “I don’t deserve you…”

There was silence for a moment, and Chrissy looked down at her knees, biting her lip to keep the tears from falling. She didn’t need to embarrass herself anymore than she already had.

Then she felt a finger under her chin, moving her head back up, and she blinked, feeling a tear fall down her cheek. Robin’s hand moved to cup her face, and her voice was so incredibly soft when she answered, “if you think i am going to validate your pessimistic thoughts, then you're wrong.”

Chrissy sniffled, laughing quietly as Robin moved her other hand to Chrissy’s face and shook her head lightly. “You do deserve this, okay? And you deserve a lot more than I can give you. You’re perfect, okay?”

Chrissy let Robin kiss her, even though everything in her was screaming at her to pull away, because people might see. After a moment, Robin pulled away, and Chrissy sighed, eyes darting down to her lips for a moment, before she sighed again. “Steve doesn’t like me.”

“Yes he does.”

“But—“

“But, Steve is bitchy. He has resting-bitch-face. He likes you,” Robin assured her, and Chrissy laughed, going to say something else before she got cut off by Steve’s voice.

“I do not have resting-bitch-face,” he retorted, glaring at Robin as he sat back down. “You take that back.”

“I can’t because it’s true,” she pointed out, letting go of Chrissy’s face to reach over the table and poke Steve in the arm.

“Did you guys talk things over yet?” Eddie said, still a bit too-loud as he sat back down, his cane laying over his lap. Robin nodded, and he sighed with relief, slipping down in his chair a bit while he looked up at the ceiling. “Good, because I could not wait in the bathroom anymore. It was gross.”

Steve laughed, and Eddie looked over at him, grinning.

Robin hesitated, and then held out her hand for Chrissy. Chrissy looked down, glanced at Steve, and then back at Robin’s hand.

She took it.

#I was once in a restaurant with my grandma and she told me not to talk so loudly or people would hear #So as I got up to go to the bathroom I went “I AM GOING TO GO AND PISS”#and I heard someone off in the distance yell back “yas. Go piss girl!”#It was very funny but my grandma did not think so lmao #Robin Buckley #Finn writes #My fic #my writing #asks #Chrissy Cunningham #buckingham #steddie #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #Stranger things fic

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fantasyinallforms · 10 months

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20 + Bagginshield for the kissy prompt? 💕

Thank you for the Prompt! @camibispace! I hope you enjoy this kissing scars drabble!

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Scars to dwarves are like trophies. Great symbols of triumph and fortitude, and any dwarf that made it past 180 was likely to have their share of them. Thorin had more than most. His scars were memories of his trials, and not all of them were in battle. Many he had gained from working in the villages of men for over 40 years. Men who treated him like a greedy beggar. Who did everything they could to steal and cheat him until the only way to save his money was to sleep in the streets. He had wrapped so many stab wounds and cuts on his own body that he could put Oin’s work to shame. So unlike his kin, he did not appreciate or even like his scars. They were a sign of how low he had been forced to sink.

Those days of working like a dog for scraps were over. Never again would he need to lower himself to that kind of work. He lay on his opulent bed, king under the mountain, with his lovely half-naked hobbit consort curled lazily over his chest. Bilbo was tracing his tattoos as he normally did as they enjoyed the afterglow of an evening well spent. This time, however, his fingers seemed to wander away from the dark inked marks on his body and to the darker shadows of former wounds.

“How did you get these here?” Bilbo smoothed his fingers over the many raised lines on his arm.

“Men.” The answer seemed apt enough for him, but Bilbo frowned.

“And what about these?” His hands ran over the three slashes on his chest, marked clearly by the lack of hair on his otherwise furry chest.

“Men.” was his answer again. Bilbo’s frown deepened, and Thorin didn't like the look of it. He rolled them over until Bilbo was under him, his curious hands pinned above his head. Bilbo would not be swayed from his line of questioning. Ever his curious hobbit.

“Y-you never really talk about, ahhh, your scars. I know others -” Another moan escaped him as Thorin doubled down on the soft skin of Bilbo’s neck. “Thorin, please let me speak.” Bilbo struggled under him, and he let go immediately. He sat up looking very flushed, with several new dark spots forming where his lips had just been. “Thank you. I mean to say that I notice others take great pride in showing off their scars. You couldn't get Kili to put a shirt on for months after he healed. You, however, are never without one. Not even when you’re burning up in the forge. Not unless we’re here. As special as I feel that I’m the only one who gets to see that part of you, I have to wonder why?” There was sincerity in Bilbo’s voice, and it was endearing. He reached up to run his hands through those tawny curls and sighed.

“Because I’m ashamed of them. Others earned their scars in glorious deeds, perhaps even stupid ones, but not me. I couldn't even properly fight back against most of my assailants. Not if I wanted to make any money. These are symbols of how low I had to fall in the name of my people. They’re ugly reminders.” Thorin felt the sudden need to cover himself and grabbed for the blanket, but Bilbo would have none of it. There was a look of fierceness in his eyes. Then, to his shock, Bilbo leaned him back and started kissing along the scars on his chest. He took his time. Each kiss was feather light but sure as stone. When he was done with one scar, he moved on to the next, leaving Thorin nearly gasping for air out of love and lust but also an acceptance he didn't think he deserved until this moment. When he caught his breath again, he cradled Bilbo’s head in his hands.

“It’s my turn to show appreciation.” He kissed the scar that ran from Bilbo’s cheek all the way under his jaw. The physical manifestation of what Bilbo had been willing to give up when he threw himself into Azog only to be swatted away. He kissed every inch of that beautiful mark in the same manner that Bilbo had done his.

“What a pair we make.” Bilbo breathed.

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Fun kissing prompt game to be found here!

#bagginshield #the hobbit #thilbo #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bilbo x thorin #FIAF(me)fics #kissing prompts

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader p. 15

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I HAVE A SUPER IMPORTANT QUESTION AT THE END OF THIS PART FOR YOU, BESTIES.

Hii! I hope you all enjoyed the last part! Things in your and Bradley's relationship look like they're starting to turn around! I hope you all enjoy this next part! A lot of my own experience went into this part, so yes... I AM SOBBING. I love you all! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Your last night with Bradley before he leaves continues. How will it go?

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: cursing, but sooo much love 🥺💕

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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The song ended and the two of you slowly pulled apart. Bradley ran his hands through your hair. “God, I love you, y/n.” He went in slowly to kiss you. He pulled back slightly, “I love you so much.” He rested his forehead on yours.

You ran your hands up and down his arms. “I love you too, Brad.”

“I want to stay in this moment with you forever.” He cupped your face and kissed you again. “I’m never letting you get away again, y/n.”

He took a deep breath and caressed your cheek, “Y/n. I need to apologize to you.”

You shook your head and he held your head still, “No, please. Y/n, I’m sorry for yesterday. I am sorry for all the years before. What I did to you wasn’t fair. You just wanted to love me and be there for me and I tore your heart out. You didn’t deserve that. I’ve been such an ass to you. I don’t deserve to be here with you right now. Hell, after all this time I didn’t even deserve to know about Leia. You are one in a billion. Even after all that has happened, you continue to care for me. You always put me before yourself.” He shook his head at you.

“I wish you didn’t because I’m not all that great. I am far from it. I have loved you for such a long time. Since the day I met you at university. You were so willing to share your earbud with some random dude that just came up to you.” He let out a small laugh.

“You were just always so considerate of me. I’m so sorry I never gave you the chance, to just swallow my pride and be with you. I’m really messed up, y/n. But I just know that I want you here with me always. You make me feel normal, happy, and safe. You always have. I need you to know how much I love you. I love you so much my heart wants to explode.”

“Bradley, I love you.” You placed your hands on his hands. He kissed you softly.

“If I come back, I promise to be everything you want and need. I will work my ass off for you. You are worth everything. You are my everything. I only want you. It’s always been you. If you will, I want to be your forever lover when I come home to you.”

“Forever lover, please don’t say lover.” You laughed.

He nodded his head and smiled, “Please wait for me, baby. I want to be yours forever. I promise to treat you right. I never want to be away from you again.” He kissed you softly again, “Please, y/n. I want nothing in the world, but you.”

You brought one of your hands down to his chest, “I waited for you this long, Bradley.”

His eyes saddened, “Please, y/n.” He placed his hand over yours on his chest and held it. You both held deep eye contact.

You took a slow deep breath, “I will always wait for you, Bradley.”

His bottom lip quivered and a tear fell from his eye, “I don’t fucking deserve you.”

You wiped the tear from his cheek, “You’re right, you don’t.” You laughed and so did he, “But I’m willing to give you the chance to prove to me that you do.”

He nodded, “When I get back, I will do everything and anything. You name it, baby girl.” He kissed your temple. “Just wait for me, sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek.

“Don’t give me too much of that freedom to choose what you should do for me, Bradshaw. Watch your words… You’ll regret them later.” You looked up at him and bit your lip slightly.

“I won’t regret anything. I’ll do whatever you want me to. You name it and I’ll do it.” He held your face in his hands and kept his lingering gaze on you, “I’ll give you the world. Just wait for me, sweetheart. Please. I’m going to keep asking you because I really want you to, baby.”

You gave him a sly smile, “I will, Bradshaw. But, don’t just do it for me, do it for your little Leia too. Come home for her. Give her the world. She needs you. I need you.”

He kissed your lips over and over again, “I’ll come home for you both, I promise. I’ll do whatever it takes to come home to my girls. You are my motivation. I will give you both everything. Nothing less.”

You gave him another kiss, “Let’s wait for you to come back. You have to be perfect for this mission, Bradley. Just know that I love you and I will always be here for you. Don’t leave me in the dark again.” You became serious. “That’s all I ask. Please just give me a chance to show you I do understand. A chance to prove to you that I can handle your life and the things you go through. I just really really want to be here for you.”

His gaze lingered on you as he nodded slowly. “I never want you to feel like you're alone again. You’re not, and never will be. You will always have Leia and me. Forever. No matter the circumstances or distance. We are always here for you.”

He squeezed your hand and pulled you closer to his chest, “Thank you, y/n.”

You took your hand from his cheek and wrapped it around his neck, “Bradley, There has always been a part of me that has loved you no matter what. That is never going to change. I really do love you.”

He wrapped both of his arms around your waist and held you tight. He burrowed his face into the crook of your neck and took in your scent. His mustache tickled against your neck, “I love you so much, y/n. Always.”

He looked over at your clock. 0445. He knew he had to start to get cleaned up and get ready to head back.

Bradley: “Is it okay for me to shower?”

Y/n: “Yes, I can repress your uniforms if you’d like?”

Bradley: “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You should get some more rest.” He kissed your forehead.

He went over to your bathroom and closed the door. You heard the shower start. You went back to your bed and laid down. You closed your eyes and put the blanket over you. Then you heard the door open slowly. You still stayed laying there with your eyes closed. You felt the bed get lower behind you and a hand tug on your shoulder.

You turned to see Bradley sitting next to you. He pulled the blanket down and laid next to you, “I can’t stand being away from you.” He kissed you.

You scoffed, “Bradley Bradshaw, you literally went into the bathroom for 2 seconds.” You smiled.

He licked his lips and looked at yours, “2 seconds too long, sweetheart.”

You laid on your back, “You are crazy, Bradshaw.” You turned your head to look at him.

“Shower with me, baby.” He put his hand on yours, “So I won’t have to be away from you.”

You looked at him nervously, “Shower… with… you?”

He nodded his head, “Only if you’re okay with it.”

“Like both of us in the shower?” Your furrowed your brows at him.

He laughed, “Yes, baby. Both of us in the shower.”

“So… butt naked?” You raised a brow at him.

He laughed even harder and laid on his back, “Sweetheart, yes. Butt naked. Unless you want to wear a bathing suit?” He looked at you trying to hold back his laughter, “Be my guest, but you’re going to be the weird one.”

You slapped his shoulder, “Shut up, Bradley.” You turned over onto your stomach and draped an arm over him. “So naked together, huh?”

He put his hand on your cheek, “Unless you can’t handle the hot?” He had a confident smirk on his face.

“I think you’re the one who is going to break a sweat, Lieutenant.” You challenged him.

“I think I will too. You’re perfect… Who wouldn’t?” He rubbed his thumb over your chin.

“Okay, then…” you said softly and smiled slowly.

Bradley got up and picked you up bridal style. No words were exchanged. He brought you into the bathroom and helped you undress. He then undressed, all that was left were his dog tags.

You stood in front of the fogged mirror. He was behind you. He leaned into you and rubbed his hand over the mirror, revealing the two of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. You looked at him through the reflection and he smiled. He kissed your shoulder, and your neck then brought his lips to your ear. You could feel his mustache graze your ear lobe as he spoke, “You are beautiful, y/n. I think I may be breaking a sweat.” You smiled and put your head down. He kissed your cheek.

He went to the shower to check the temperature and then grabbed your hand and led you into the shower, “Ladies first.” He kissed your hand as you made your way to the shower.

He let you go into the water first, the warm water on your back you tilted your head back to wet your hair. He ran his hands through your hair to help the water soak all of it. Then he pulled you close you him and kissed your wet hair. He exchanged places with you and went into the water. He had his head tilted back into the water. He was running his hands through his hair. His arms flexed at every movement, the water droplets running down his face, then his neck, his broad shoulders, his chest, and his abs. All you could do was admire his wet body. Another first for you and him, another memory to keep forever in your mind. He finished rinsing the gel from his hair and he wrapped his arms around you, “I think you might be enjoying this view.” He teased you.

You clung onto him and you were both in the water. He ran his hands up and down your wet body. You turned around and had your back to him. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You brought your hands up to his hands and held them. You tilted your head back, closed your eyes, and laid on his pec. The water ran down the both of you. You had never felt so relaxed in your life. The steam surrounded the both of you as you stood there. He kissed your temple and swayed slowly, your body mimicked his swaying. He brought his head down to yours, “Do you want to wash up with me, sweetheart?”

You nodded and opened your eyes. You faced him and kissed his lips. You turned around and grabbed the body wash and washcloths. You handed him the soap and you held the washcloth out. He squeezed the bottle hard and a bunch of soap came out.

“Bradley! Oh my gosh!” You stepped back as it overflowed over the cloth. You looked at him in shock.

He threw his head back and started laughing hard, “I wish you could see your face, sweetheart. That was hilarious.” He continued to laugh at you.

You gave him a little push and he slipped slightly from the soap all over the floor. His eyes went wide and he put his hand onto the wall steadying himself. You started to laugh at him. He looked at you with wide eyes, “Okay! Okay! We are even!” You both laughed together.

You washed your bodies and he washed his hair. He helped you wash and condition yours. He ran his hands through your hair gently, making sure he didn’t hurt you. He combed out your hair with his fingers until your hair felt super soft under the water. He massaged your scalp with the deep conditioner. It gave you goosebumps. You were facing one another as you tilted your head back once more for him to rinse your hair. After he finished rinsing your hair you took a step towards him. You tilted your head back once more to get a little more of the excess out. He stepped into you and was pushed up against your body. He placed his hands on the base of your back and leaned down to kiss your neck as you tilted your head into the water. You came back upright and placed your hands on his biceps. He was looking deeply into your eyes, “I love you, baby girl.”

You got onto your tiptoes and kissed his nose, “I love you too, Bradley.”

After the two of you just stood there, holding onto each other in the water. He played with your hair taking you all in. Tracing every feature of your face, biting his lip and furrowing his brows to hold back the tears. He placed kisses all over your face. His mustache tickling your nose. You giggled a little and he scratched your nose for you. He was in a daze looking at you. The water started to run cold. He turned around and shut the water off. He opened the shower door and grabbed your towel, he patted your face dry.

“Boop.” He lightly poked your nose and gave you a kiss.

He finished drying you off and you got out and grabbed him a towel. You went back into your bedroom and started to get dressed. He came back out, already in his underwear and white undershirt. He started to put his dress whites back on. You looked over your shoulder as you finished putting your jeans on. You could see him buttoning up his uniform you walked over and stopped his hands. You looked up and smiled at him.

“Let me.” You straightened out his shirt and he stood tall. You started to button up his uniform shirt. Then you reached the top your fixed its collar so it was upright and straight. You smoothed out the stomach of it and drew your thumb over his cheek. “You clean up well, Lieutenant.” You ran your hand over the empty spot right above his medals. “Where are your wings?” You looked at him concerned.

“Gave 'em to Ice during his services.” He smiled at you.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You said in a whisper, remembering that Mav he’d told you a couple of days ago his long-time friend had passed away.

He bowed his head to you, “But, Thank you, beautiful.” He looped his finger on the front belt loop of your jeans and pulled you in, “I do not clean up as good as you.” He gave you another kiss. This one was longer and slower.

You pulled back. “Go finish. I don’t want you to be late. It’s already 5:15. I have gel in the medicine cabinet if you need some.”

He leaned into you and kissed your cheek, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

He walked into the bathroom and fixed his hair and put his hat on. He came out of the bathroom and you were sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. He looked so good. He was holding himself so well, but you knew Bradley. You could see the nervousness in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and lightly smiled at you.

Y/n: “Are you ready bird boy?” You smiled.

He shook his head at you. “As ready as I’ll ever be, y/n.”

You both quietly got out of your room and you closed your door. He stopped and was looking at your guys’ daughter's door. You patted his back and opened the door for him. He walked in and she was still sound asleep. He knelt by her bedside and took her little hand into his and kissed it.

Bradley to your daughter: “I’ll be back, baby. Daddy will be back. I promise. Wait for me okay?” He placed another kiss on her hand and came back to you closing the door.

You headed towards the kitchen and you heard a door open behind you. You both turned.

Bri: “Bradshaw.” She stood in the hallway.

Bradley turned to her. Both quiet. She put her arms out and walked over to him.

Bri: “You got this. Come home safely, Brad.” She hugged him tightly.

Bradley: “Thank you, Bri. For everything…Thank you so much.” He hugged her back.

The two of you got into your car and headed for the base. The car was pretty much silent for the 10-minute ride. He held your hand and would kiss it every minute. He spent most of the time looking out the window watching the sun start to rise. You pulled up to the deck where everyone was waiting to board the USS Theodore Roosevelt. Bradley looked at you and cupped your cheek.

He sighed, “Thank you, y/n. I love you so much.” The rubbed his thumb on your cheek, “Please tell our baby girl how much her daddy loves her… Please just always remind her y/n.” His eyes were sad.

You kissed his palm, “I love you, Bradley. I will. I promise. But when you get back you’ll also tell her for yourself.” You smiled at him and kissed his lips.

He nodded. “I’ll see you when I get back. Wait for me.” He held your hand and kissed it.

“I will…always.” You kissed his hand back.

He took a deep breath and straightened his back. He opened his door and stepped down. Everyone greeted him as he made his way over. You sat there with tears welling in your eyes. They started to board the boat when Bradley stopped and looked over his shoulder and looked at you. He nodded and waved to you. You waved back and he boarded the boat. And just like that, he was gone… Again.

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He's officially gone again 🥺 I need a support group, I'm crying... How are you going to cope with him gone again? ALSO, besties... I have the next like 10 chapters already done, but would you guys be okay with a mission chapter? We all obviously know what happens during the movie lolol 😉 HOWEVER, would you guys want me to release that part too? It has a lot of contexts that I added about what Rooster is processing throughout the mission 🤔 Let me know, babes! I'll see you in the next part! 🫶🏼

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bloodlegacies · 4 months

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Hello There, I just wanted to say that I really enjoy Bloodlegacies. It's one of my favorite WIP in development, and I'm really excited for future updates. What really amazes me is the amount of effort you put in, especially since English is not your first language; it's honestly pretty cool.

What really pulled me in, however, were the Ro's. They all have interesting personalities that make it difficult to choose between them. And because of that, I can't stop imagining headcanons between them and my Mc.

I'm not sure if you're still answering Ro asks or if you already answered this before. Lately, I've been wondering how the Ro's would react to a cold Mc emotionless Mc; beginning to cry and be emotional at their wedding. And how would they begin to react to the Mc begin saying that the Ro is the best thing to happen to them, and sometimes they wonder what they did to deserve them.

Your work is one of my favorites currently being worked on, and it would really mean a lot if you could answer. I apologize if this is getting a bit long, I just want to say thank you for writing blood legacies.

Count me in as one of Bloodlegacies supporters. And I will continue to watch its future with great interest. Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day.

Thank you very much for your words and everything, I'm happy that you liked what has been shown so far and I hope you can enjoy the next updates. and I'm afraid that these questions/headcanons will have to be answered later in the demo 😅 Sorry. This is because you will have the options to declare yourselves for the ro's in demo and also with the options to react at the wedding (although the latter will probably happen in the second book) . And for me to write this would be very, very spoilery and it would also depend on some questions regarding the ro's reactions. I can give some spoilers, as they are close to being shown or won't be too much, but these will have to wait a little longer.

And Thanks again and to you too 😁💕

#ask #anon ask #thank you #blood legacies

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bahbahhh · 6 months

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I had chosen to ask this way. 😎 I have three (3) questions for the Depths A.U.

One (1) - Were Link's companions ever able to see the Light Dragon before this, during the events of The Upheaval?

Two (2) - Did everyone learn that Ganondorf was a Gerudo and the Gerudo were the ones who joined him, initially I think judging by the Tears Memories, and that they attacked while Zelda was there? If so, how does that effect Riju and Gerudo Town? Considering she and Champion Urbosa helped save Hyrule but even the Older Zora held grudges towards Link for Mipha's death before he helped change their mind.

Also cause The Shiekah may not have much trust cause of the Yiga so I hope if there is tension, the others can back the Gerudo and Shiekah up.

Three (3) - The most important question....Where is Best Sand Seal in the world. 👀👀 I have a load of Hydromelons for her. 👀👀

Sorry this is long and I hope you are too taking care of yourself during this and your beautiful work!!

💪😎💕

Thank you so much for your questions!!

I’m going to put my response under the cut because it contains totk spoilers!

No, at this point, Link is the only one who can see/has seen the Light Dragon and that is purely because of the master sword. If Zelda hadn’t taken the master sword literally as a part of her and healed it, there would have been no “tether” to her dragon form. I really wanted the Zonai warning to be grave. I wanted to expand in why it is so forbidden. The three dragons (Dinraal, Naydra, and Farosh) have a different origin than the Light dragon, but essentially, because she willingly consumed a secret stone without any formal ritual, she lost herself in more ways than one. She is truly the stuff of legends now. The Legend of Zelda. Ganondorf does the same and during the final battle, the sages do not see him in dragon form either. Link is able to because of the gloom connecting them.

Oooooooooo, great question! Yes, the history of Ganondorf the Gerudo King is brought to light. Riju and the Gerudo of present day continue to follow the path of the sage of lightening. Link is a fierce and long time friend of Riju’s and quite honestly, no one wants to cross the Hero of Hyrule. But there is some concern if another king will be born now that Ganondorf broke free of Rauru’s seal and was defeated.

I firmly believe the Sheikah deserve their time in the light. They are leaders of Hyrule’s restoration at this point. The Yiga… well 😈

JUST THE GOODEST GIRL. I’m going to have to make sure she makes an appearance in the story somehow…

#the depths au #b!talks

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e-dubbc11 · 1 year

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A Better Night

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, alludes to smexy time but PG-13 for the most part. Mention of conceal carry, other self defense weapons

Word Count: 3.3k-ish

Summary: You’ve had a terrible day at work, Billy surprises you at home with dinner and ready to pamper you and make sure you have a better night

A/N: I finished this before I left for my vacation so it’s just been sitting for a month and a half, waiting patiently to be published. I’ve had dreams about this, we all just want to be pampered, right? Especially by this man! I wrote it pretty quickly so if there are mistakes or if it’s boring or bad, I’m sorry. But I hope you enjoy it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It had already been a long day and it was only noon. Your morning was filled with meetings, emails and zero time for breaks. He had called you on your lunch break, as usual, and you had been short with him even though you didn’t mean to be. His initial reaction was to snap back at you but he’s learned a few things since the beginning of your relationship.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. “Well I hope your day gets better, sweet girl.” He said that knowing full well that while your work day may not get better, he was going to try his hardest to make sure your night would be. You’ve gone above and beyond making Billy feel better after a hard day at work, so it was his turn to return the favor.

After hanging up, you immediately regretted being snippy with him. All he did was call to see how your day was going just like he did every day. It was the sweetest thing and you loved him so much for it. Billy didn’t deserve that, so before your lunch break was over, you sent him a text. I’m sorry, handsome. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you. But you didn’t receive a reply back and assumed he was probably mad at you. Great, having your boyfriend mad at you just adds to the already banner day you were having.

Your work day didn’t get any better after lunch either. The papers just kept piling higher and higher, the emails kept coming in, the phone never stopped ringing, and all you wanted to do was to go home and relax with a glass of wine until Billy came home. Apologies were better in person anyway.

Billy was on your mind for the rest of the day because of how you treated him and you felt awful. You just hoped he would accept your apology.

After pulling your keys out of your purse, you thought you heard music coming from inside your apartment. Was the television on? Billy never got home before you did, so you couldn’t be positive he was on the other side of the door. He did like to watch the news in the morning, maybe he accidentally left it on.

As you were putting your key into the lock, you noticed one of your freshly manicured nails was broken. Fantastic. You couldn’t get inside fast enough but you were ready in case there was an intruder inside—an intruder who liked listening to romantic music while they robbed you. That sounded absolutely ridiculous but you never know so you had your kitty knuckles on one hand and pepper spray in the other.

Billy heard your keys so he stopped what he was doing in the kitchen to greet you when you walked in.

You carefully opened the door and peeked your head inside and saw him standing near the dining room table. He was wearing your apron that said “No Bitchin’ in My Kitchen,” his dress shirt sleeves were undone and rolled up to his elbows, and he greeted you with his million dollar smile like he always did. “Welcome home, beautiful.” He noticed your weapons of choice in your hands. “Shit baby, put your kitty knuckles and pepper spray away, it’s only me!” Billy started to laugh. “I am very proud of you for being ready though, just in case. I’m surprised you don’t have your piece out.” He joked. Billy made sure you were prepared and equipped at all times.

“Well I didn’t think an intruder would be listening to romantic music while stealing our stuff but I still wasn’t sure. I was just on high alert after the day I had.” You joked back with a smile of your own.

Immediately, you started to apologize profusely. “Billy, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

He cut you off.

“No, no I know you were just having a hard day, my love.” He said as he removed your purse from your shoulder. “Now, don’t move.” He turned on his heels and headed towards the kitchen, whatever he was cooking smelled delicious. The scent of garlic, onion, and Italian herbs hung in the air.

The red wine sat out breathing in a decanter on the kitchen counter, there were fresh long stem, red roses in the tall vase on the dining room table, and the tapered candles were lit. Everything looked so beautiful.

Like he had read your mind, Billy came back with a glass of wine and he kissed you on the forehead. You didn’t deserve all of this and you couldn’t help but smile because of how adorable he looked in your apron.

“You did all this for me, baby?” You asked, still surprised by it all. Setting your wine on the table, you went to him, wrapped your arms around him as he embraced you too, the scent of his cologne still clung to his shirt from this morning, and you stood there holding each other waiting to see who would let go first.

It was you who pulled away first but it was only to clasp your hands behind his neck and pull him towards you for a kiss. He tasted like tomato sauce and basil. “Well I left work early because I wanted to make sure your evening was better.” He leaned down to kiss you again, the tension in your body loosened slightly, and you were just so relieved to be home with the man you loved.

“So have a seat, my love. Dinner will be ready in a little while.” He gestured for you to go and sit on the couch. “Go on. And don’t distract me.” He winked at you and gently smacked you on your ass, as you let out a little yelp.

You could see why Billy was in charge of people. They listened to him, followed his orders, and worked hard for him. It was because he took care of his employees and now he was taking care of you.

So you removed your shoes, walked over to the couch and sat down with your wine. You were so used to doing chores and cooking when you came home, you weren’t exactly sure what to do with yourself so you asked Billy if he needed any help. “Do you need any help, handsome?”

He yelled from the kitchen. “You’ve been on the couch for 30 seconds and you wanna help?! RELAX, baby! Can you do that for me, please?” You could tell he was smiling as he was saying it but he was very serious that he just wanted you to decompress from your day and you can’t do that if you’re on your feet, trying to help him.

So you just continued to sit on the couch, with your wine, while Billy did whatever he was doing in the kitchen. You were pretty sure he was making the lasagna he knows you love so much.

It was easy to get a rise out of Billy by bothering him and asking him questions, especially while he was cooking. “What are you makin’ in there, anyway?” You asked as you tried to keep from cracking a smile.

“Don’t you even worry about it.” His slight New York accent showing through and sounding incredibly sexy.

You angled your body so your back was resting against the arm of the couch, swung your legs up and turned your head so you could watch him through the breakfast bar window, even though you could only see him from the waist up. His profile was sharp, he had just taken his beard down a little that morning so you could see all of the angles on the side of his face.

Billy’s deep brown eyes concentrating on cutting the herbs to add to the sauce, tasting everything and adding spices when needed. You watched his lips touch the wooden spoon to taste the sauce, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, he raised his eyebrows, nodded his head and set the spoon down on the stove.

He must have felt you staring at him because he turned to face you, smiled lovingly at you and his eyes were glittering like chips of dark glass. “You see something you like, beautiful?” Billy asked.

You smiled back. “I always see something I like when I’m looking at you, my love.” His nose turned a little pink as well as his ears, he was blushing.

Dinner was delicious, Billy did make his lasagna, a Caesar salad and for dessert he picked up some cannoli from the bakery. You each talked about your work day, made each other laugh, and you just felt the stress melt away from your body.

This was exactly what you needed after the day you had, but he wasn’t finished spoiling you yet. You started to gather the dishes to bring to the kitchen when he stopped you.

“No, no love—I’ll do that.”

“But you cooked, Billy so I clean up, those are the rules.” You said, looking a little confused.

“I said I’ll do it, baby.” The tone of his voice was tense, he really did not want you to help. “I laid something out on the bed for you, go put it on.”

You bit back your smile. “What? Billy, you’ve already done so much for me.”

“Just go put it on, sweet girl. I’ll be there in a minute.” He winked at you again and started to clear the table.

Curiously, you proceeded across the living room floor and headed towards your bedroom, glancing over your shoulder a couple of times because you could feel Billy looking at you, waiting to see what your reaction would be.

You adjusted the dimmer switch to give your bedroom a dim glow, he had candles burning in there too and there on the bed was what looked to be the warmest, fluffiest bathrobe you think you’ve ever seen. You reached out to touch it, the fabric ran through your fingers like butter, it was exceptionally soft. What was he up to, anyway?

You undressed and slipped the robe on. It was the softest thing that has ever been on your body, you just stood there for a minute, admiring it, touching it, and you couldn’t believe it was yours. Sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed, you waited for Billy.

You could hear him rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher, the silverware made chime like noises, and he had wrapped up the rest of the food and put it in the refrigerator.

“Do you like it, baby?” He asked you with his hands in his pockets, while leaning against the door frame, looking at you from head to toe, and smirking while he did it.

“Like it? Billy, I LOVE it! This is beautiful and so cozy.” Your boyfriend was just full of surprises tonight.

“Ok, stay right there.” He walked into your bathroom and began to run the water in the bathtub. You watched him scurry back and forth between rooms, carrying candles, more red roses, a glass of wine, and the strong scents of lavender and rose coming from the bathtub smelled like heaven.

After the tub was full, he turned the water off and shuffled more things around. You bit down on your thumb in anticipation, smiling from ear to ear as you did so. Billy always had to be the best, even if his only competition was from himself.

He tried so hard to make you happy but sometimes smaller gestures meant more than more extravagant ones. The fact that he cooked dinner for you would have been enough but he always wanted to do more.

He made sure everything was exactly the way he wanted it before leading you into the bathroom, he had you close your eyes of course and when you opened them it looked like a scene from a movie.

The warm soft glow from the candles gave off just enough light to see everything he did, your glass of wine was resting on the edge, an inflatable pillow for your head, and red rose petals covering every inch of the surface of the water.

“Billy…it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” You said as you snaked your arms around his long torso, he hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“I just really wanted you to have a good night, love.” He squeezed you tight and tilted your chin up so you were looking into his endless dark eyes. He inched his face closer to yours and your lips met in the middle, softly at first, and then with more vigor and passion. His tongue twisted and knotted with yours as he started to untie your robe, but he pulled away. “Didn’t I say not to distract me?” He said as you shied away slightly while looking up at him. “Come on, baby. Get in the tub and enjoy your bath, ok?”

It did look very inviting and you actually could not wait to get in. Billy untied the robe, opened it to reveal your naked body underneath, the look in his eyes was primal and raw, his eyes roamed all over you like he wanted to take you right there but tonight was about helping you relax. He let the robe fall completely to the floor, took your hand in his, led you to the tub, and helped you in.

The water was hot, borderline too hot but it felt amazing and the lavender bath oil you could already feel it on your skin. You were at complete ease, he made you forget all about the bad day you had.

Time seemed to stand still while you relaxed in the bath, you haven’t felt this calm in a long time. The tightness in your body let go and when you finally stood up, your legs felt like jelly. You wanted to thank Billy for everything he had done for you tonight, no one has ever done anything like that for you so you dried yourself off, covered yourself with the robe and headed for the living room.

When you walked into the room, there was Billy. He was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and his head propped up with his hand and his elbow resting on the arm of the couch. “He sleeps.” You said quietly to yourself while smiling. Not wanting to disturb him too much, you carefully walked over to the couch and sat down next to him with ease. Brushing a stray hair away from his face, you sat up on your knees and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, the bristles of his beard tickling your soft lips.

You weren’t exactly sure why, but tears welled up in your eyes thinking about all of the things this sweet man had done for you today and what he does for you every day. A tear fell down your cheek, that’s when he opened his eyes, somewhat startled. He must have been sleeping hard.

Billy looked over at you, eyes half open and gave you a smile. “Hey sweet girl. How was your bath?” He quickly noticed your tear stained cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I do it wrong? I did it wrong didn’t I, the bath oil was too much? Not enough?”

You grazed his beard with your thumbs. “Billy, no no everything was perfect, baby.”

“Then why are you crying, my love?”

You crawled into his lap, buried your face into the crook of his neck, and kissed him under the shirt collar, his skin was warm and you felt the smile spread across his face. “I don’t know, I just—well, no one has done anything like this for me before. You thought of everything—this was so sweet—and, I just want to say—thank you and…I love you.” Another tear fell down your cheek.

Billy swept his thumb across your cheek to gently wipe the tear away. “Y/n, I just wanted to pamper you a little bit. You put up with me working long hours, my moods, and just…me. You put up with me so it’s the least I could do.” He looked away from you, he did that when he was embarrassed or ashamed of himself in some way, even though he had no reason to be.

“Billy, look at me please.” He turned to face you and pressed his lips together. “We take care of each other, baby. That’s why we, for lack of a better term, work. You love me, right?”

The expression on his face softened and he furrowed his brow a little, like he couldn’t believe that you could even question something like that. “More than anything.”

You gently scratched his scalp with your fingernails and gave him a warm smile. “That’s why we do things for each other, I don’t just put up with you…I love you.”

Billy still really wasn’t used to having someone love and care for him as you do. In the beginning, he always felt the need to buy you something to show you how much he cared for you or take you to an expensive restaurant. While those things are nice, you would try to convey that it wasn’t always necessary.

He’s learned that little gestures like surprising you with flowers, or a cup of coffee, bringing home ice cream because it’s your favorite, are all ways to let you know that he cares about you, they tell you that he loves you, just like he did tonight.

He didn’t give you a diamond bracelet or take you on a fancy vacation, Billy made you feel loved by making you dinner, drawing you a hot bath and making sure you were relaxed. That was more special than any piece of jewelry he could buy you.

“I love you too, sweet girl.” He leaned forward slowly to have his lips meet yours. They tasted like red wine and chocolate from the cannoli.

“Did you eat that cannoli without me?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He gave you a surprised look. “Cannoli? What cannoli? I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, beautiful.” Even though he was trying to bite back a smile, it didn’t matter because his eyes were doing the smiling for him.

You inched closer to him and pressed your lips to his again. “Nice try, handsome. I can taste it on your lips ya know.”

Billy touched his tongue to his top teeth and looked down at the tie for the robe then back up to your face.

“You see something you like, Mr. Russo?” You knew calling him that drove him absolutely crazy.

He started to untie your robe.

“I think I could see it better without this on.” He tugged on the robe a little.

As you sat back on your heels, straddling him, Billy untied the robe and lightly touched your smooth glowing skin underneath. He took in the scents of lavender and rose that were leftover from your bath as he nipped at your jaw, your chin tilted up to give him better access to the sweet spot on your neck, and you started to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Let’s go to bed.” He growled in your ear.

Your bathrobe fell to the floor on your way to the bedroom, Billy audibly gasped as he followed close behind you.

You turned around to face him in the doorway to your bedroom, he pulled you by the waist so your body was flush with his as you asked him “Are you finished pampering me, my love?”

“Oh I’m not even close to being done with you.” Billy whispered. “Not…even…close.”

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kingkatsuki · 4 months

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Hi Jo! I hope you are having day just as fabulous as you🩷

I just wanted to let you know that you are the reason I made my blog and started writing again. I had stopped for a while(years), because life just got so chaotic and busy.

I was a just reader for a long time, but then I found your blog and OH MY GOD. I absolutely fell head over heels in love with your writing. I didn't even like Bakugou all that much before I found your page, but I loved the way you wrote his character and I slowly but surely fell madly in love with the man; I think we are all cursed to at one point or another.��

I was so inspired by your writing that it made me want to get back into it tenfold, but I was still nervous about putting myself out there. Then I saw the community you had built and how nice everyone was.

My bestie hyped me up enough that I just bit the bullet and finally did it!

And now I am absolutely kicking myself for not making a writing blog sooner because everyone has been nothing, but nice and supportive.😩

I just wanted to express my gratitude to you. Thank you for giving me the inspiration, the motivation and the courage to start my blog. I have rediscovered my love for writing and have made so many wonderful new friends along the way and I owe a lot of that to you.

Thank you for sharing your love for Katsuki with the us, but most importantly, thank you for being you❤️

Hihihi! Omg thank you so much for taking the time to send me this kind message🥺

Like you I’d stopped writing for a long, long time before I found Bakugou. And I’d convinced myself I wouldn’t write again, but it’s honestly been the most cathartic part of my life. I always say sharing your talent is one of the most vulnerable things you can do, but it’s the most rewarding at the same time.

I’m really glad that you’ve made some great friends after getting back into writing, and that you’re getting the wonderful feedback you deserve! I was jokingly saying to my friend recently that Bakugou comes to you when you don’t even realise you need him, and in our case I definitely think it’s true😭😂

I was starting to think the BNHA fandom was kinda fizzling out but it’s wonderful to see people still sharing their love for Bakugou with the world. Thank you for being part of the crazy community we have on here and keeping it alive💕

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ticklygiggles · 1 year

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AHHH congrats on 2,000 followers! You deserve every one of them!! :D

I humbly submit 💚 Kageyama/Hinata for your consideration, if you so choose! I love the chaotic dynamic between those two crazies LOL

CONGRATS AGAIN!!

[2k followers celebration event] - entries closed!

💚 Green: playful tickling

Kageyama & Hinata

A/N: thank you very muuuuch!! 💕💕 I hope you enjoy these precious boys! This one turned out a liiiittle different from what I was expecting, but hopefully you'll like it!

Kageyama was ticklish. It was something Hinata couldn't ignore anymore. Something he had discovered by accident a few days ago around Halloween when Tanaka had grabbed Kageyama's waist from behind to give him a scare.

The setter had jumped, but certainly not because he got scared, if the giggle that erupted from his lips meant anything. Kageyama quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late. Everyone was shocked beyond belief and when all eyes where set on Kageyama, his face turned bright red.

If Tanaka hadn't been so surprised, Hinata was sure that he would have attacked Kageyama right then and there, but he didn't and Kageyama quickly ran off as soon as practice was over, but that didn't help him the next day because, as soon as Nishinoya and Tanaka saw Kaveyama's face, they pounced on him and his laughter bounced off the gym walls.

Hinata was entranced. He didn't know Kageyama could actually laugh like that, let alone being ticklish, however, there was something that had caught his attention while Tanaka and Nishinoya had been finding all of Kageyama's weak points: the reaction Hinata was expecting, (honestly he thought everyone would expect it), was of Kageyama yelling for them to stop with a very angry and scary expression, but Kageyama could barely speak between laughs as Tanaka's hands squeezed his hips and Nishinoya's fingers wiggled around his neck, and above all, to Hinata, Kageyama looked like he was having a great time.

Was that even possible? Did Kageyama like... being tickled?

Out of all the people Hinata had met up to that point, it was really hard to think of Kageyama as someone who would like to be tickled, in fact, Hinata would think it was the opposite. Kageyama just looked like someone who really hated being touched like that, but, was that the face of someone who was hating that kind of attention?

Hinata hadn't been able to stop thinking about that. He wanted - no, he needed to know if his hypothesis was true for many reasons like... well... he had a feeling that even though Kageyama quite possibly liked to be tickled, no one dared even think about tickling him.

That thought made Hinata a little sad and, if it was true, he wanted to change that. After all, it wasn't Kageyama's fault for his untrusting attitude towards people and Hinata liked to think that they both were good friends now, so it was completely normal to want to do something for your friend, right?

So now he was sweating, barely able to concentrate on his English homework with Kageyama sitting right in front of him. He had invited him to his house to study, (as if their brains could do anything together when it came to that subject), but Hinata had ulterior motives.

"K-Ka-Kageyama?"

To find the truth, that was.

"Hmm?"

Hinata jumped, expecting a exasperated yell for an answer, but instead, Kageyama answered with a small hum and Hinata blinked in disbelief. Why was Kageyama acting differently than he expected?

Well, it seemed like a good opportunity to ask the question: "D-Do you... Do you like... I- I mean-!"

"Speak up, Dumbass!" This time it did sound more like Kageyama and Hinata felt strangely more relaxed.

"Doyoulikebeingtickled?!"

Silence fell over them and they both froze until Kageyama looked up from his notebook and Hinata's eyes widened at how red his face was. Oh no was he angry?!

"Ha- H-Ha," Kageyama couldn't speak. "How did you know?!"

Now it was Hinata's turn to flush out of his mind. So it was true?!

"Do you?! Do you like it?!" He banged the table with his hands, raising a bit and making Kageyama flinch away.

"W-Well...," Kageyama mumbled, averting his eyes from Hinata's. "I don't... I don't hate it..."

Hinata blinked. He was expecting an affirmative answer, but... wow, Kageyama really liked being tickled, so...

"Can I do it?!"

"W-What?! D-Do... do what?"

"Tickle you!"

Kageyama visibly shuddered and Hinata thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted him to say it directly?

"Can I tickle you, Kageyama?!"

Kageyama looked genuinely embarrassed, but that look on his face... Hinata could only describe it as excitement. Kageyama was excited.

Hinata didn't want to put pressure on Kageyama. So he waited, almost holding his breath and he almost didn't believe it when he saw that Kageyama nodded slowly, but his body reacted immediately, jumping across the small table where they were studying, to pounce on Kageyama.

"Du-Dumbass, you- gahahaha! Wahahahait uhuhuhup!" Kageyama burst into giggles as soon as Hinata's hands made contact with his sides, squeezing the muscle gently.

"You said yes, I can't stop now!' Hinata laughed, swinging a leg across Kageyama's body to straddle him. "Unless you say so, of course- oh! Here? Is it too ticklish here?" He asked when he noticed Kageyama's giggles going a little frantic as he tickled his lower sides.

Hinata observed Kageyama carefully. His reactions, his expressions, his movements, searching for any reaction that might indicate he was uncomfortable in some way, but Kageyama couldn't look any happier.

His hands barely strained to push Hinata's hands away from his body and Hinata just couldn't resist: "aw, you are not even trying to stop me, Kageyama!"

Kageyama's ears turned pink, "don't tehehehease mehehe- ahahaha! Not uhuhup thehehere!"

Hinata giggled to himself, easily dodging Kageyama's hands trying to capture his own, which had moved to Kageyama's ribs. Hinata carefully clawed at the sensitive bones and Kageyama shrieked, arching his back and kicking his legs.

"Hinahahahatahaha! Ahahaha, thahahat tihihickles!"

"What?! Does it?! I didn't have idea, Kageyama~," Hinata teased, his hands clawing up to Kageyama's armpits. "Lift your arms, Kageyama! Or else, I'll stop tickling you!"

He was just teasing. Kageyama, being as ticklish as he seemed to be, wouldn't be able to actually expose his armpits to Hinata's fingers - or at least that was what Hinata thought.

To his great surprise, Kageyama raised his arms above his head. It took a while because Hinata kept attacking his ribs, but in less than one minutes he had both arms up, intertwining his fingers to ground himself as he laughed brightly.

"So you really want me to tickle your armpits huh?" He asked playfully and his fingers quickly spidered up to dig into Kageyama's armpits.

Kageyama shrieked with delight, his body twisting as he tried to keep his arms up. "It tihihihickles, b-buhuhut lihihight tihihickling ihihis- AHAHAH!"

Hinata didn't even let him finish. Kageyama threw his head back with loud, hysterical cackles as Hinata's fingernails gently scribbled at his armpits, as if he wanted to scratch an itch.

"Ho, so it tickles you more?" He asked, dragging his nails so ticklishly slow against the center of Kageyama's armpits.

The setter was nearly losing his mind and Hinata knew for a fact that his armpits weren't as bad as his neck or hips! Hinata giggled, who knew light tickling could be that effective on someone?

"Hinahahatahahaha!" Kageyama laughed, his arms trembling. "Plehehease! Chahahange spohohots! I cahahan't!"

"Hmm, no. I don't wanna, here, let me help you," Hinata said, grinning as he held one of Kageyama's wrists, pinning it as he resumed the light tickles to Kageyama's poor armpit.

Kageyama's free arm went down and he tried to cover his very exposed armpit, but Hinata easily batted his hand away.

"Shoo, Kageyama. You don't let me tickle your underarm!"

Kageyama shook his head, unable to form words through his laughter as Hinata scribbled lightly at his armpit.

"Does it tickle really bad?" Kageyama nodded, trying to cover his armpit again. "Fine, I'll change spots, but I don't know if you'll like that, Kageyama~"

With one final scribble, Hinata let go of Kageyama's wrists and stopped the tickling to his underarm. Kageyama lowered his arm and embraced himself as he let out residual laughter and giggles.

Hinata smiled. Wow, be really was tickling Kageyama to pieces and best thing was that he was enjoying it!

He waited for a bit, letting Kageyama catch his breath, and only when Kageyama looked at him with that look that said 'you won't continue?', he started tickling him again, scribbling down Kageyama's sides, the lower he went, the frantic Kageyama's giggles became.

"Nohohot thehehere!" He begged, shimmying his hips.

"Hm? Not where, Kageyama? I'm just tickling your sides, aren't I?" He asked playfully, giggling because Kageyama knew he was going right after his worst spot.

"My hihihips!"

"Your hips? You mean here?"

"GAHAHAHAHA!" Kageyama laughed hysterically, his hands rushing down to capture Hinata's wrists but, whether it was because he was weakened by all the tickling or because he just didn't want Hinata to stop, he barely made an attempt to try to get Hinata's hands away from his weakest spot.

Hinata giggled, his fingers latching mercilessly to Kageyama's hips, squeezing the bone with the pressure enough to make Kageyama howl with hysterical laughter. Hinata felt the bones twisting under his touch, but never flinching enough to actually dislodge away from his tickly fingers.

"Kageyama really likes his hips tickled~," he teased, making Kageyama shake his head. "I think he wants me to tickle his hips forever~"

Kageyama squeaked, delighted. "NAHAHA! Thahahat's nohohot truhuhue! OH, PLEHEHEASE! Nohohot thahahat!" He begged, bouncing his hips when Hinata's started to pinch at them quickly.

"Not that? Then this?" He asked, changing techniques again, now massaging gentle circles against the very center of his sensitive hip bones.

Hinata could tell he really was going crazy with tickles and was not surprised when Kageyama's laughter turned silent and his fingers gently tapped against Hinata's arm.

"Had enough for now, Kageyama?" Kageyama nodded and Hinata's hands were off him right away.

Hinata watched him with a massive grin, checking he was alright and making sure he didn't hate their playful moment. Kageyama was laughing, giggling and chuckling as he calmed down and when he opened his eyes, he stared right at Hinata with a big smirk.

"D-Dohohon't thihink, I wohon't get you for thihis," he said and Hinata jumped, giggling as he got up and started to make his way out of the room.

"Come back here, dumbass Hinata!"

Hinata never thought that he would do this kind of thing with Kageyama, but he was happy that Kageyama had the confidence to confess something that perhaps made him feel insecure to him. And about his revenge... well, it was good that Hinata liked to be tickled too!

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egg-emperor · 9 months

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Can you imagine making out with Eggman atop a Balcony overlooking Eggmanland at night? Bright neon lights and rides can be seen everywhere The Giant Golden Eggman statue from Stardust Speedway, illuminated by two giant spotlights can be seen in the background.

While making out with him you get a great view of Eggman's superior vision and genius imposed upon the world! 😍

Oh my god that'd be so wonderful. 😍 I'd love for him to take my hand in his big warm bear paw sized hand and let him show me around as my special handsome private tour guide all day as he shows it all off proudly and excitedly gushes about the glorious future with him as its ruler. And when night falls he takes me to the highest peak of and looks down on the new world that's all dark and polluted and fucked up and full of tons of huge amazing landmarks and attractions all possible with his genius.

I admire it too but I also keep turning back to him because he's so gorgeous, it's impossible to keep my eyes off him. The new perfect world built in his vision is in his eyes as it reflects onto his glasses. 💜 Then he turns to me with the biggest smile and look of immense pride and precious giddiness on his face as he says "I did that. It's all mine. Isn't it so beautiful? >:D" And I say "Yes it is, it's so beautiful just like the handsome emperor who rules over it like he deserves to rule the entire world!"

I close my eyes as he gives deep intoxicating kisses with his soft lips and large tongue and melt into his softness as he pushes his warm squishy body against mine to cuddle closer, then open them to see the beautiful man's stunning wide grin gleaming white and a both dark and colorful view of the glorious Eggmanland with the polluted dim atmosphere illuminated softly by twinkling neon lights breaking through behind him. I'm so happy I'm not just dreaming, it's all so breathtaking 💕

It's so wonderful to be in a world full of him, enjoying it with the powerful handsome emperor himself in the beautiful place he created entirely in his image. To everyone else it's a horrifying sadistic hell on earth but it's total heaven, bliss, and excitement to us for being his dream and twisted idea of a perfect world made a reality and it's mine too because we're together and I get to get lost with him in the beautiful world he's created. And we hope to turn the entire world into this one day.

During the cuddles and kisses, I squeeze his hands tighter and tell him I believe in him, I know he can do it and one day he'll have it all! And assure that he has my undying devotion through it all no matter what as I'll always be at his side for as long as he'll have me! He's very happy to hear that and have someone who understands him, knows his place beneath him, shows him deep and true loyalty, love, and devotion, and wholeheartedly supports him getting all the things he wants and deserves 🥰

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"How is this not what you've always wanted? A stable home. Three meals a day. A younger brother that idolizes you, and a father that loves you enough to risk everything to give you all the good things you deserve. Tell me you don't want this Miles! Tell me you hate peaceful meals at the dinner table. Tell me you hate it when I try to help you with your homework. Tell me you hate spending time with Hunter. Come on! Tell me you hate all of this and I'll take you back to those damn Sully's myself!"

I have no idea why, but this part hits me hard. This level of manipulation is so high that it makes my stomach hurt. Congratulations on writing it in such a perfect way 👏 Would it be possible for you to write more about the private conversations between Spider and Quaritch, Quaritch and Hunter, and this conversation I quoted above but from the moment Quaritch and Spider went to the basement to cutting hair? I need more of Quaritch's exact words haha. It must be admitted that he is the king of manipulation.

And maybe the first full conversation between Spider and Hunter in private? I bet it must have been very, very awkward at first, like: "Hi, we've just been kidnapped, we don't know anything about each other, but from now on, we're brothers and we sleep in the same room, great, right?"

I hope this doesn't sound pushy in any way or like I'm being picky and don't appreciate what you wrote 😅💕

Thank you so much! That really means a lot.💞

So I did write everything you requested: the basement scene from Spider's perspective, a scene of Quaritch manipulating Hunter while Spider is out of the room, and the boy's first conversation alone. Unfortunately I'm not going to be able to put all of them on this post because I'll hit Tumblr's character limit but I do plan on posting everything to ao3 once I finish one more prompt which is half way done so hopefully I'll finish it after work tonight and post everything later tonight (probably like 1-3 in the morning my time)

But I will leave you with Spider and Hunter's first conversation after being kidnapped. Enjoy💙

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Quaritch gave the boys a moment to process everything that he had told them. Spider was the first to gain his bearings asking, “what now?”

“Well what do y’a need? You boys hungry? Thirsty? Need to use the bathroom?”

“I need to go home,” Spider said, completely deadpan.

Quaritch smirked, huffing a laugh, but there was no amusement behind it. “You are home, smart guy. Now get up both of y’a. If y’a don’t need anythin’ then the two of y’a can spend some time gettin’ acquainted in your room.” Neither boy moved, Spider staying seated out of stubbornness, Hunter still too deep in shock to know what was happening. Quaritch sighed, “so it’s the hard way then.” He strode over to Hunter, snatching the boy up in his arms.

“Hey!” Spider instantly jumped to his feet, “put him down!”

Hunter didn’t make a peep of protest as Quaritch adjusted his grip, walking out of the room, unbothered by his eldest son’s protest. Spider followed them the few steps down the hall into another bedroom. A shell shocked Hunter was gently set on the bed. Spider stopped short in the doorway glancing around the room, noting his skateboard by the desk and an easel set up in the corner by the window. “What the fuck is this?”

“Your room,” Quaritch said simply, his focus placed solely on his youngest. “I made sure to fill it with things y’a like.” Spider’s stomach lurched. Because the man had succeeded.

Spider watched Quaritch as he attempted to snap Hunter from his dazed state. Their father tried comforting words, petting his hair, laying a hand on his cheek. Hunter vacantly stared through it all. Spider realized he could take the opportunity to run while Quaritch was distracted. His feet shifted with the urge to move. Then he felt it. An ankle monitor, it’s steadily blinking red light mocking him. He wouldn’t have tried to escape anyway. Not without Hunter. He simply noted the device, his mind already working on ways to destroy it when it would come time for the boys to escape.

“You realize you're his kidnapper right? I don’t think he’s going to snap out of it for you.”

Quaritch gave his eldest a hard look but still saw his point. He rose from the bed, walked towards the door, then fully pulled Spider into the room. The action caught him off guard, shocking him for a split second as he realized he was now going to be completely trapped in the bedroom. He rounded on Quaritch who had taken his spot in the door frame, smirking down at him. “It’s about lunch time. I’ll go fix somethin’ up. You in the mood for anythin’ in particular?”

“The sweet taste of freedom.” Quaritch roughly shut the door, its lock clicking into place. Spider couldn’t help but smile at his small victory. He quickly sobered, getting down to business.

First things first. He rummaged through the wardrobe, pointedly ignoring all the clothes and shoes that perfectly matched his size. He found exactly what he was looking for in a bottom drawer. A soft crocheted blanket. He wrapped it around the traumatized boy, then sat beside him saying nothing. Spider gazed out the window instead, admiring the beautiful scenery surrounding them. They sat like that for a while, both processing the day's events in their own way.

“I…I’m so confused,” Hunter said at long last, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It must be hard. I can’t even begin to understand what you're going through.”

Hunter looked at him, his eyes still hazy from the shock. “Why not? You were kidnapped too. And what about your parents? Aren’t you mad they lied to you?”

Hunter’s naivety felt like a punch to the gut to Spider. He forced a sad smile, “I wasn’t adopted like you. I was a foster kid. The old man got caught trying to steal me once and ever since I’ve gotten moved to a new home every time there’s a man matching his description in the area. And there’s a lot of middle aged white men in the world. So I’ve moved around a lot.”

“Oh,” Hunter couldn’t imagine a life so different from his own.

“Yeah. I’ve kinda been prepared for all of this for a while.”

“That sounds awful. Always living in fear.”

Spider stilled. He couldn’t remember anyone ever acknowledging how hard it must have been to constantly be running from the invisible threat of his father. He snuggled closer to his little brother, putting his arm around him. “Yeah. It sucked.”

They stayed in silence for some time, the only sounds coming from the faint rustling of the wind outside, and the soft sounds of their father in the kitchen. Finally Hunter’s emotions hit him all at once, erupting into powerful sobs, that shook his whole body. Spider held him close, doing what he could to console his little brother. “How could they lie to me!” Spider said nothing. He couldn’t think of a single word of comfort that wouldn’t sound like down playing the situation or placating Hunter. “My whole life! How could they not tell me!” Spider let him cry it out, silently supporting him through it all.

It took time but eventually Hunter's sobs quieted to whimpers, his breath calming with only the occasional disruption of a shudder or a hiccup. “I always wanted a brother or sister.” Hunter's voice was barely above a whisper, “how could they separate us like that. How could my parents just abandon you like that and not care.” The younger started getting choked up, ready to restart his bawling.

“Hey,” Spider took Hunter by the chin guiding his gaze to focus on him, “I know there is so much to be angry and sad and scared about. This is all so incredibly fucked up. Feel whatever you need to feel right now. But don’t hold on to it forever. What happened, happened. It fucking sucks. It’s unfair and cruel. But it's already done. There’s no changing it. Just living with it.

Hunter’s lip quivered but the crying was kept at bay. He wiped the tears and snot from his face asking, “what do we do now?”

Spider took a deep breath. I don’t know. I’m just as scared as you. “We do the best we can to survive. That’s all we really can do until someone finds us or we find a way to escape.” Hunter nodded satisfied with this answer. He laid his head on his brother’s shoulder. Spider rested his cheek on top of his brother's head. Life was about to get hard. There was no telling what terrible things Quaritch would do to them. But at least they had each other now. Nothing would stand in the way of that.

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