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meraxesmoon · 4 months

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Thigh Highs

Michael Gavey/Fem! Reader

note: saw this post and had to write something for him!!!

warnings: smut, mikey gets a handy, reader is described as innocent, they're both virgins, reader is girly, her room is pink, premature orgasm (m), he's sort of obsessive, established relationship (they're dating), post-o cuddles awe

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There was something about her sweater and plaid skirt combo that drove Michael absolutely wild. It was tasteful, but at the same time, it made his body heat up and his pants tight. Michael supposed he had a problem, especially when it came to her pairing her outfits with thigh highs and doc martens.

The leggings would squeeze her thighs deliciously, and it made Michael's ears go red and hot. When they would study together in the library, sitting next to each other, Michael would always peer down at her thighs, eyeing her stockings with desire in his eyes while rubbing his own thighs together in need.

That had been before they started dating, though, and Michael felt... different now. He didn't want to be a creep who ogled at pretty girls. It wasn't just sexual desire that he held for (Name), he adored her in an emotional way, as well. Their kisses were innocent, just as (Name) was. A shy college girl with no real experience with boys because she put her education first.

She was soft and sweet, like puff pastry, and Michael was obsessed with her. Much like a devout worshipper and their God.

Michael thinks of this as he feels the sensation of (Name)'s hand dragging down his cock. He fists her pink blankets with one hand, the other groping her thigh as he tries to control himself. Michael whines roughly grabbing the back of her head and pushing her towards himself, locking their lips. Unlike most of the kisses he shared with her, this one was rough and filled with pure desire.

(Name) whimpers into the kiss as Michael grips her thigh, and she can feel his fingers playing with the hem of her stockings, playing along the fabric almost playfully.

Michael wasn't the type to play around, though, she knew this.

He pulls them down to lie on the bed, their lips still locked as he pulls (Name) on top of him by grasping her upper thighs. She sits on his legs, her hand paused around his dripping cock as he moans against her pillows. Hips bucking into her hand, (Name) looks down at her boyfriend as he pulls up his sweater over his stomach. "Michael..." she's hot and flushed, much like he is, but she can see that her poor boy looks nearly tortured.

"Fuuuck, touch - touch me again," Michael groans, his hips trembling as he tries to fuck her hand. Neither of them had much (or any) experience in this field, they were just doing what felt the best, and he didn't want her to stop.

Michael slips his fingers inside of her thigh highs as she begins to stroke him once again, his red cheeks pressing against her cool pillows. Grasping the pillowy flesh, Michael moans loudly, rocking his hips upwards, almost as though he was fucking her.

(Name) rubs her thumb over his drooling tip, soft moans leaving her lips as she did so. She could tell that he was enjoying himself, his groans and curses filling the air of her dorm room. Michael was twitching now, and he grabs onto her thighs so hard that she could guarantee that there would be bruises later. Making a little 'hmm' sound in the back of her throat, (Name) climbs over Michael, letting his cock hit his stomach as she hovered over him.

"What the fuck are you doing-" Michael growls at her, his mean streak coming out just a bit. (Name) smiles at him sweetly before kissing his neck, rubbing her clothed cunt against him. Michael curses, feeling the heat of her against him. "Wait, wait..." Michael groans as he can feel himself twitching, his cock sensitive and leaking. (Name) pays him no mind, simply sucking a hickey into his neck.

Michael whimpers as he feels himself explode, his cum shooting across his stomach and chest, and he can feel his earns burn with embarrassment. Hi hips gyrate and buck a few more times before the overstimulation starts to set in, and (Name) moves p higher, wiping his spend up with a tissue before straddling him and lying on his chest.

"Goddamn woman, look at what you do to me..." Michael is incoherent, still reeling from his orgasm. He wraps his arms around her before kissing (Name)'s forehead.

Cuddles were his favorite.

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hellishjoel · 6 months

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every rose has its thorns

1.6k / pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

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summary: mike really likes your white panties with the pretty rose on the front.

warnings/information: soft/sub!mikey whilst still being on top (king), thumb sucking, pet names (angel!), mike using reader to unwind, panty play, size kink, coming wherever he likes ;)

A/N: holy hell just realized this is my first non-pedro-universe-character piece! woohoo! I finally watched fnaf with a girlfriend of mine and with inspiration from a naughty twitter video, I wrote this! I have to give @cupofjoel a huge thank you, please read her entire mike schmidt masterlist, you will not regret it! I wrote this very ill with covid and on mikey brain rot (it's so bad I might have typed mark schmidt instead of mike x.x) so if there’s any errors, apologies are stated now. also thank you to @saradika-graphics for the fnaf banners!

It all started with a pair of panties. A simple brief-style pair, the material rounding around the curves of your ass and ducking pretty between your thighs. White cotton. A small rose embroidered on the front. Untouched, perfectly clean, pristine. Just like you. Unlike Mike.

Mike was all dark boxer briefs, the kind that clutched onto his thick thighs and cupped his lower half for dear life. Or the plaid purple and black boxers he was wearing now accompanied by a bowl of cereal that he was eating after a late night at work, now an early morning. Often shirtless when he was in the privacy of his own room, you had the opportunity to admire his dark, curly chest hair that was speckled across his chest and thinned out across his torso before filling out again at the start of his happy trail.

“Thanks for taking care of Abby,” he said with his mouth half full of Trix, “did she get on the bus alright?”

You nod weakly, gently nudging the back of your hand against your tired eyes.

“Yeah. But I think she misses you at night. I can never soothe her like you can when she has nightmares.”

You watch as Mike sighs and tips the cereal bowl back, the sweet milk dribbling at the corners of his mouth and making small trails around his pretty pink lips. The ceramic bowl chimes as he sets it down on his bedside table, watching from the pillows as he crawls up the bed to join you. The early morning light peaks through his curtains and highlights his dark eyes amber. Your thumb traces his lower lip, and he truly can’t wait any longer. He needs you now.

He spent all last night fantasizing about you. Head down with his arms folded along the security desk, eyes previously on the security monitors now heavily closed as he listens to the sounds of nature. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about you, he had more important things to dream about. But you kept appearing, enticing him, wearing those pretty little panties that he can’t get enough of. The white pair with a rose on the front. The pair he comes home to most mornings once Abby has left for school. The pair you’re wearing now.

Knowing how desperate you both are, you let him guide you how he pleases on the bed. After long night shifts, his routine is to come home and fuck you in the comfort of his dark grey sheets before he falls asleep with your body cuddled in beside his. He pulls you by the ankle to the edge of the bed, legs spread and bent as you nip at your lower lip with a certain eagerness unfolding in the base of your belly.

Mike’s thumbs hook into his plaid boxers, pushing them down until they do the rest of the work, naturally falling and looping around his ankles. He’s already half hard just from looking at you, dreaming about you. He wouldn’t last long looking as wrecked as he was. Tight jaw and fixated eyes, drunk on need and just a little bit of control with his tornado of a life.

“Mike,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks and letting him fold over your body as you feel his hips rest heavily between your thighs, “s’okay, want you to get off however you like.” You cradle his face and kiss the tip of his nose while his long eyelashes flutter in comfort.

“I know, angel. I’m here with you.” His voice is like heaven, drenched in a sweet honey that you’ve found yourself addicted to. You sit up on your elbows as Mike helps navigate your shirt off, admiring the curve of your breasts and the embellishment of your collarbones. So perky and pretty. He praises them with his warm mouth and tongue that can’t help but swirl around your taut peaks. He grunts softly against your soft skin as his hips lightly rut into yours, making your head drift back and forth in his sheets with bliss.

“Fuck, I just,” he mutters quietly against your goosebump-riddled skin, “I love these.” He whispers as he slowly moves to stand up straight once again, his cock resting over the material of your white panties. He’s entranced by the red petals of the rose, the two dark greens that make up the stem and its thorns. Your eyes trail down to his beady red tip, leaking precum that you desperately yearn to kitten lick.

“Every rose has its thorns,” Mike whispers, a raspy edge to it from the lack of sleep he desperately craves. You run your hands down your delicate body, hooking your thumbs in at your hips to your underwear, but Mike stops your movements.

“However I like?” He echoes your statement from earlier, to which you give him a soft nod.

Mike’s always been soft with you, gentle, caring. You think he gets it from being an older brother, the type that has to be the parent most times instead of an actual brother. But when he steps into the bedroom, and Abby is elsewhere, his mind can drift away into being whoever he likes, however he likes. Merciless, rough, desperate, needy, sweet. Everything that made him unwind was all shared with you. And for that, you felt thankful. You could be the key to his lock, the one that kept his head up from drowning with the overflowing responsibilities he always managed to juggle at the final second. You were the one person he could fall apart with, and everything would be completely fine.

So when his hand started to stroke up and down his cock, making your mouth water for a certain desire, you were eager to help him unwind. Lose his mind in a little slice of heaven. The pad of his thumb slowly begins to stroke up and down your clothed center, eliciting a desperate whimper from your lips as he circles over your sensitive nub. He could see it through your underwear with how aroused you were growing. Your clit swelled for affection.

A small wet spot starts to grow, an embarrassing little pool that shows through the white cotton of your panties, just at the sprout of the rose. You let out a shaky breath as Mike traces the looping pattern with his forefinger. He then peels the material gently away from your sticky center, laying his thirsty cock between your folds before he lets the underwear blanket you both. He barely fits inside the dainty material. His cock swells with volume and makes your panties stretch to accommodate. He was large. And all yours.

You whimper in need, hoping for more but realizing you could get off just like this.

His breaths are already labored as he starts to thrust, feeling his tip nudge your clit with every beat. You fist the sheets, letting him use you like a wet little toy. He’s not sure what to do with his hands at first. They start on keeping your legs spread at the underside of your thighs, before one settles on your hip and the other is cupping your cheek. Not long after, his thumb pushes past the plushness of your lips, forcing you to suckle and moan around the intrusion.

Your eyes stay connected, a silent bond between you both. This is a safe space for you, come unraveled before me.

The next time you look down, the pooling of liquid from his cock has stained your panties. And he has no remorse. Your lips part at the truly dirty sight. He’s leaked so much that your panties have become nearly translucent. You can see the pink of his tip with each thrust and the curve of his shaft.

You grow even wetter, feeling him slip up and down your arousal-filled heat, each thrust making you moan weakly. A shiver rolls up your spine, your walls squeezing around nothing as the coil inside of you twists tighter and tighter.

Mike cages you with his body as he leans down and kisses you in a distracted way, one that leaves his lips parted against yours as he airs out a few soft grunts while his thrusts slowly falter.

“Mike, please,” you moan softly against the stubble that lines his cheek, your nose gently gliding against it as you tilt your head back into his mattress, feeling yourself come undone to his thrusts.

His forehead clustered with sweat sinks desperately into your neck, sponging kisses and moaning weakly as he rids himself of his latest dirty fantasies. He gasps and grunts against your throat as he finishes with hot spurts against the material of your panties, making your jaw drop as you feel the seething warm cum spill and dribble along your stomach and inner thighs.

Your hearts race in sync, feeling the post-orgasmic high that you catch every morning these days. His cock is still buried in your panties, your hole untouched, and your clit singing with fresh sensitivity. You kiss his earlobe and smile against his skin.

“You’ve been wanting to do that for a while?” You ask curiously, coiling a dark curl around your finger before it springs loose.

“Shit,” he mutters weakly, hazy eyes meeting yours as you sweetly kiss his parted lips once more. “M’sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

You simply shake your head and wipe the small bead of sweat that neared his eyebrow. “Don’t have to apologize for anything. You already know that.”

He sighs weakly, but it’s of appreciation. He smiles despite how tired he feels, sponging your cheeks and chin with gentle kisses as he interlocks your hands by your head. “I love you. Mean it.”

“With all your heart?” You ask.

He nods tightly and pulls your clasped hands to his warm chest. “With all my heart.”

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dilfl0v3rss · 9 months

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late

michael didn’t like when you came home late. when he first met you snuck into your house and refused to leave you were always home by 9:30 so that’s what he was used to. each time you came home any later than that it was usually with some type of food so he didn’t get that upset since he liked to eat, a lot. but tonight? tonight you pushed it.

it was nearly twelve in the morning by the time you got back, your purse falling off your shoulder as you tiredly kicked your shoes off at the door. before you could take a step deeper into the house the sight of a large figure on your couch startled you. “jesus michael. the fuck you sitting in here wit the light off for?” hand on your heart, you took a sigh of relief at the sight of your “roommate” on the couch. you walked over to the lamp, turning it on to brighten up the room before walking in front of the masked man.

he was wearing a beater and some plaid pajama pants. clothes you ended up buying him because you were sick of the raggedy coveralls he would wear around the house. michael looked up at you before slowly lifting a thick finger to point at the clock by your tv. you followed his hand looking at the bright red 11:56 showing before letting out a long sigh. “boss asked me t’stay a little later and since youn pay no bills i figured i could use the extra money” you said, moving towards the stairs to go up to your room. before you could get far, a strong hand around your wrist stopped your movements.

now michael was standing, eyes piercing down into yours as he looked as if he was expecting something. you sucked your teeth at this, yanking your wrist from his hold before turning around and facing him. “boy ian get no food did you not just hear me say i got off late? eat what’s in the fridge and leave me the fuck alo-” a tight hand around your neck completely shut off your words, your airways being closed as you watched his blue eyes squint at you through the mask, daring you to say another word, not like you could anyways.

before you knew it you were turned back around, face mushed into the living room wall as michael made quick work of ripping your work bottoms from your body. “i n-need thoseee” you whined. he moved one of his hands to the back of your neck, occasionally squeezing to let you know he could break you if he wanted to. arousal quickly flowed down to your pussy as you reached back at his hard pecs through his shirt. he quickly slapped your hand away before freeing himself from his pajama pants. his hard member being freed from its restraints immediately since he refused to wear the boxers you bought him. michael lined himself up with your entrance, collecting your wetness on his tip before slowly sinking into you.

you hissed at the stretch, his hand giving your neck two squeezes to let you know what he was trying to say, “you can take it”, and you did. your hands quickly flew to the wall, scratching at the paint as you took stroke after deep stroke from the huge man behind you. your previous attitude being fucked out of you as you moaned at the feeling of his thick dick caressing your walls. “m-mikey….feel so good” michael slowly blinked at the name, fucking you harder to let you know he liked it as he felt your walls tighten around him.

he left a hard slap on your ass, his heavy hand squeezing the fatty flesh as he watching it bounce after every hard stroke he delivered. “shit m’gonna cum” you moaned, his dick hitting your favorite spots as your legs began to grow weaker and weaker by the minute. michael didn’t want that though, what he wanted was for you to apologize for not only being late, but for how you thought it was okay for you to talk to him like you had no sense, like he wasn’t the type of man to have you scratching the paint off your walls while he fucked you within an inch of your life.

he quickly pulled out of you, turning you around before abruptly lifting you up on the wall. your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding onto him tightly as he slammed himself back into you. the scream you let out was heavenly to him, your glossy lips giving him no other choice but to slowly lift his mask up to free his pink ones. he lowered his face towards yours, enjoying the slight bounce your body made on the wall as he repeatedly slammed into you. he ghosted his lips on yours, making you whine in want as you chased him with your pretty face. you wanted it bad, but michael loved to tease you.

he slowly moved his lips away from yours, moving right to your forehead where he left a light kiss before moving back to see your reaction. a frown was on your face as you whimpered into the air, “please” you said, earning you something you never thought you’d ever see. the corner of michael’s lips curved, a smirk planting on his bottom features as he began to deepen his thrusts. your lips parted as moans began to fly from you, and that’s when he felt it was the perfect moment to connect his mouth with yours. his lips crashed into you, sloppily engulfing your mouth in his as his tongue penetrated your wet lips.

in an instant you were cumming, your hot, wet release spilling out of you as your legs shook in his big hands. michael wasn’t far behind, moving from the wall to bounce you up and down his dick until he came to his end as well. his cum rushed into you, mixing with yours as his body stilled. you didn’t have time to register what was happening as michael slowly walked you inside your kitchen, laying you on the island before making his way between your thighs to clean his mess. he was sloppy and loud, sucking and licking your sensitive clit until you were screaming and cumming once more. “n-no more michael m’sorry….so sorry kay?” you whined, watching him get up from between your thick brown thighs.

michael quickly lifted you, holding your body against his with one hand before making his way to the fridge. he pulled out a carton of eggs and some bacon before throwing them on the island, not forgetting to put them in your face to show you what he wanted to eat. he set you down in front of the items, almost chuckling at the sight of you quickly grabbing the table to keep from falling on your weakened legs. before you could even speak a hard slap was brought to your ass, making you jump before turning towards michael walking out of the kitchen. his broad back showing through his tank top as he fixed himself in his pants and walked away, leaving you to get started on his meal.

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mychemicalraymance · 11 months

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Obviously I find that "genderbending" a band full of men and a real life genuine bona-fide electrified six car gender non conforming person to be sort of iffy in terms of gender politics. But if you do that. You can't make them wear fashionable skinny bitch clothes. Mikey maybe. But gerard way wears weird girl frumpy fitting clothes irl in this universe, that girl would NOT be wearing a plaid miniskirt in 2004. I get the urge I love to see tits and ass also. She's gotta wear a frayed sweater in the summer with Walmart jeans. Her menswear is over sized and ill fitting!! If you think cis woman gerard way would wear a corset youre fucking insane crazy. Just my pov as a fat weird "girl".

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5sospicturesque · 4 months

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Clearing out my camera roll 9725/?

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xocasper · 2 years

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Aftershow

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Thirteen - Exhibitionism Warnings: NSFW content Tags: exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, begging Word Count: 2233 A/N: Feeling suspiciously better today. It's gotta be the four hundred cough drops that are currently tearing apart my intestines. Anyway, this is another July fic. Mediocre at best. It was supposed to have a part two but I never wrote it. Maybe one day. Enjoy!

Adrenaline was high backstage, loud chatter flowing freely between your boyfriend and his band. It wasn’t uncommon for you to hang around with them after shows, not that Frank would miss an opportunity to show you off anyway. They took a great liking to you, enjoying your company when Frank brought you around and making sure to ask him how you were doing when he didn’t. Often, Frank would joke about how none of them had partners of their own, so they chose to live vicariously through him instead.

“You did great,” you said, striding over to him as he waved to you with open arms.

“Yeah?” he asked, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist and leaning down to press his mouth to yours.

His lips contrasted the smooth strokes of his hands, kissing you heatedly despite your company. Remembering that the guys were nearby, you pulled away, eyeing the group to ensure that you weren’t disrupting them. “They don’t care,” Frank assured you, pulling you back in by your hips for one more kiss.

“C’mon, you know Gerard will say something,” you said, trying to be stern, only to melt with one look into his puppy eyes.

“Oh? Why can’t Gerard see?” he grinned, knowing full well that Gerard would holler at you to get a room, but playing dumb for the sake of teasing you was more fun. “Is Gerard also not allowed to see how you’re dressed tonight?”

You glanced over at him, but his eyes were already on you, and he turned a light pink before looking away. “I think he already has,” you told Frank, eyes flicking back to his friend.

Frank couldn’t blame him for looking–any of them, really, you had become certain of attention already. Not in the skirt you were wearing, the plaid and pleated kind that preparatory school boys would try to sneak glances under. There was no need to sneak peeks if you moved too much though, fabric riding up just enough to expose the curve of your ass. It didn’t bother him at all; in fact, it made him even more proud to be dating you. He got a major ego boost knowing that even if everyone’s eyes were on you, he’d be taking you home at the end of the night.

You took no issue with it either, enjoying the attention you received as long as it didn’t bother Frank. Since he didn’t care, you figured you could have a bit of fun, walking over to the guys with Frank in tow.

“Hey,” Gerard greeted you, shooting you a small smile. “Did you enjoy the show?”

You nodded happily, “Yeah, you guys did great tonight!”

The same baby pink tinged his cheeks again, thanking you, and turning back to Mikey, who gave you a small wave. Ray walked over to you this time, and you gave him a quick hug, pressing your chest flush against his and wrapping your arms around him. He definitely picked up on how close you were, taking a shallow breath.

“It should only be another twenty minutes, but for now you’re stuck with us,” he said as you pulled away, rubbing your back lightly.

Frank sighed behind you, sliding down against the wall and tugging you into his lap, and it wasn’t long before they sat down too, in a lopsided circle of sorts. They spoke amongst themselves, Frank chatting away to Mikey, who sat directly across from you, taking indiscreet glances every now and then. Sure, maybe it was meant to egg him on, but god was it fun to listen to his stammer. You weren’t doing much, simply running your hands up your thighs and accidentally letting your skirt ride up a bit more than what’s modest.

Mikey wasn’t the only one to notice; the three of them tried to take subtle peeks as if you nor Frank could tell. Each time their eyes lingered over you, you grew warmer, arousal flowing through you. You let your eyes fall closed for a moment, trying to pull yourself together instead of grinding on Frank’s thigh in front of his best friends. He knew you were turned on by the attention–he could feel the slightest squirms when someone would shoot you a look, and he could hear your breathing quicken as it became harder for you to stay composed.

His lips against your ear caught you off guard, and his breath made you shiver as he spoke. “You’re so dirty letting them look at you like that,” he mumbled, nipping at your neck. “Does it turn you on that your boyfriend’s friends want to fuck you?”

It sounded so much filthier coming from him, and you could only manage a nod, to which he lightly slapped your thigh, “Words.”

“Yes,” you breathed, just loud enough for him to hear. It was enough though, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he kissed your skin.

“You’d let them, wouldn’t you, slut? Let them fuck my pussy, huh?”

The nickname alone had your head spinning, and twenty minutes started to seem like an eternity. All you wanted was to get back to his hotel room and give yourself up to him, letting him do as he pleased. You couldn’t form words at the moment, humming in confirmation instead, which he wouldn’t have allowed if you were alone.

“I could fuck you right now in front of all of them,” he said, voice low and assertive. “Bet you’d like that. I bet you want them to see you take my cock like the whore you are.”

It was almost too much, the way he bit gently on your skin, sealing each mark with his tongue, hands busying themselves as he sunk them into your plush thighs. The minty smell of his deodorant was still detectable, though it was mixed with post-show sweat, which somehow turned you on more. The group was no longer focused on you, paying no mind to how Frank’s head was tucked away in the crook of your neck while you shifted around in his lap. You almost wished they were paying attention, missing the sweet shame you felt as they watched you silently beg to be fucked.

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer as you were practically soaking through to his jeans at this point.

“Fuck, yes,” you mumbled, head lolling back against his shoulder, putting on quite the show for the rest of the guys.

“C’mon baby, be good and get yourself off on my thigh.”

“Frank, they’re right there,” you whined quietly, heart racing at his request.

He hummed in your ear, “Perfect. Show them what a good girl you are.”

Your breath hitched, and he tapped out for a moment. “Color?”

“Green,” you told him, and with that, he reverted to his former state, grip firm on your hips once more.

For a brief moment, your eyes fluttered open, quickly scanning your company, finding them still lost in conversation. Taking the opportunity while you had it, you began to rock against his thigh. It was subtle at first, slow and sporadic movements that seemed as if they were enough. They were fine at first, easing the throb between your legs, but you soon grew greedy, seeking more at the expense of your dignity. Frank knew it wouldn’t take long for you to crack, not with how you were constantly pleading for more after the lightest of touches. He gave it two minutes–there was no way you wouldn’t give in, needing not only to be touched but attention.

After three minutes of fighting your libido, you gave in. They knew, of course they knew, sneaking glances with a silent pact not to ruin the moment. You couldn’t care less about how obvious you were being anymore, desperately searching for friction as you ground your hips against his thigh.

“You can do better than that,” he mumbled, adjusting his leg in hopes of helping, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Please,” you whispered over and over again, and thankfully he gave in, shifting you over and slipping his hand under your skirt.

Now they were really looking, watching as Frank spread your thighs, tugging your panties down to give them a perfect view of your dripping cunt, begging to be filled and used while you took everything he gave to you. It gave him a power high, knowing they could see what clearly belonged to him, and getting turned on by it, no less. The fact that you were desperate enough to let him fuck you in front of his friends had blood rushing straight to his cock, holding back a moan at the thought of it.

He used his fingers instead though, starting by placing them flat against your tongue, your lips enveloping them in warmth, sucking on them wantonly before he pushed them deeper, listening to you gag before pulling them out. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as tears pricked your eyes, sliding his fingers across your folds and caressing your skin to avoid giving you what you wanted. Sure, it felt nice, but having his pretty fingers buried inside of you felt better.

“Frank,” you whimpered pathetically, trying to push yourself closer to his fingers, but he held you away with a warm hand pressed to your stomach. A smile played on his lips once more, staring down at you as he mouthed one word.

“Beg.”

Looking over at the guys, you could see that they were trying to keep a conversation going, too shy to admit that yes, they were all eagerly waiting to watch their friend fingerfuck you. If you looked close enough, you could see Gerard’s erection through his jeans–something you’d seen many times as you watched him on stage, but knowing it was because of you was a completely different experience. Frank didn’t care if they were watching or not, having way too much fun seeing you fall apart like this.

“Frank, please,” you begged him, voice laced with need. “You can do whatever you want to me at the hotel, I promise, just please touch me.”

“Yeah? Whatever I want?” he asked playfully, an arrogant grin on his face.

You nodded vigorously, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pushed his fingers inside of you, his palm rubbing against your clit in downward strokes. Trying to stay quiet was a hard task, more to save face than anything, as they could clearly see what was happening. They were merely spectators though, incapable of telling you to speak up. Maybe they’d get a chance later if Frank had any say in it.

Instead, they savored your quiet gasps, eyes flicking between your contorted expression, mouth open and eyes screwed shut, and your greedy cunt, wrapped so pretty around Frank’s skilled fingers, spreading you open for a moment before dipping them back in, curling quickly and making you arch against him.

“Look at them,” he ordered, judging by your breathing that you were fast approaching orgasm. “Look at them while you come.”

You did as told, lashes fluttering briefly as your gaze darted from one man to another. Mikey was the first to lose focus, directing it at you instead of the mundane chat he was having. Admittedly,

he’d been laser focused since your subtle flashing, and god was this worth the wait. Gerard was next, wide hazel eyes full of anticipation as he waited for you to break. It felt wrong to stare at you like this, but his self-control had corroded. Finally, Ray gave in, previously trying to think of anything but you, how you were splayed out a mere ten feet from him, and how badly you wanted them to see. It wasn’t a battle worth fighting, and soon enough, his eyes had fallen on you too.

At last, their focus was one hundred percent on you, embarrassment and arousal making a wonderful concoction. You burned up as you came with a sudden cry, breaking the moment of silence. Frank kept at it for a little bit longer before slipping his fingers out, briefly placing them back in your mouth as you licked them clean. He gave you a deep kiss, the guys were shocked and mesmerized by the whole ordeal, and unfortunately, harder than ever.

Hastily, Frank pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down, letting you turn and bury yourself in his chest, flustered and spent. He, on the other hand, held you like a prize trophy, arrogance damn near radiating from him as he picked the conversation back up, causal as ever.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet,” he told you, rubbing your back soothingly. “You made a promise, and you’re gonna want to be wide awake for this.”

You lifted your head slightly, looking at him curiously. He didn’t respond right away, only flicking his eyes between you and his friends. Mikey and Ray had gotten back to talking, despite how speechless the two of them were. Gerard, however, was transfixed on you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, his erection outlined in bold.

Frank stifled a grin at Gerard’s faint vulnerability, “Mind if we have some company tonight?”

You considered the idea for a moment, giving Gerard a once-over before nodding. “Go for it,” you told him, a small smile playing on your lips.

This was going to be a long night.

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moment of silence for mikey ig for wearing that dykey plaid jacket and i didn’t notice for a full 36 hours because i was so busy looking up his sisters skirt. rip girl but i’ve got to go fuck them until they cry

i literally did not even notice at all. my house could have been hit by seven nuclear bombs during that concert and i still wouldn’t have been able to tear my eyes away from her crotch. im sorry women

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〳 : ❛❛ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ PARADOX INVASION › brand ambassadors !

right from the get-go, there have been blogs and social media pages solely dedicated to what the PARADOX INVASION members would wear. perhaps that is exactly what motivated various fashion brands to bring them on board and to make them the ambassadors!

under the cut, you'll find what fashion brand managed to snatch each PRDX member and a little bit more!

⸝⸝ 　 YOHAN !

the group's main vocalist has been the talk of 2023 after the announcement of him being the newest ambassador for DIOR hit the public. in january of this year, DIOR released a short video in which YOHAN was featured and tagged. news has spoken that ever since YOHAN became the brand’s ambassador and after pulling up on PARIS FASHION WEEK 2023, DIOR’s stocks have skyrocketed, and it can only go up from here, as there are rumours he might even walk for the brand!

⸝⸝ 　 LIGHT !

PRDX's leader, LIGHT, is stepping into the role of GIVENCHY’s new global ambassador. his selection was announced by the french luxury fashion house in december of 2021, updating its list of house ambassadors and making him the first member to be the face of a high-end brand. according to the official brand website, “ GIVENCHY is delighted to announce LIGHT, a member of a k-pop group PARADOX INVASION, as its global ambassador. ” both ENDGAME and non-fans agree that GIVENCHY choosing LIGHT as one of their ambassadors is the right choice!

⸝⸝ 　 ADRIEN !

ADRIEN secured a deal with DIESEL, an italian retail clothing company mainly known for its denim clothing and footwear. the second most popular member became the global ambassador for DIESEL just this year in june, announcing the partnership with a loud bang, making him the first k-idol in DIESEL history to do so! however, DIESEL is not the only brand that ADRIEN has plans on being an ambassador for, as there are talks of him being the face of LOUIS VUITTON soon, yet nothing has been confirmed by the companies of both parties.

⸝⸝ 　 DASHI !

along with a famous thai actor, DASHI takes center stage in 2022 as a global BURBERRY ambassador. he modelled some of BURBERRY’s iconic plaids as well as some of their elegant coats, which displayed his prosperous autumnal attire from the famous british label. DASHI might’ve just recently joined the BURBERRY family, but he has been seen wearing the brand as early as 2020 and multiple times after, so it’s safe to say that he both earned and deserved the to be a part of BURBERRY.

⸝⸝ 　 MIKEY !

in october 2022, MIKEY was chosen as the newest brand ambassador for the luxury fashion house PRADA. despite the controversy surrounding the idol during his career, the italian house did not withdraw its partnership and continued having the idol as its ambassador. MIKEY's collaboration with PRADA has solidified his status as a fashion icon, and he even attended their FALL / WINTER 2023 PRADA fashion show.

⸝⸝ 　 CHASE !

something that no one expected was for CHASE to be announced as the new ambassador for BVLGARI, a very famous italian upscale retail store. he was appointed ambassador for the brand in the summer of 2022, making him one of the first members to do so! if you follow him on social media, you have undoubtedly seen the multiple editorial spreads and campaign shoots he has done on their behalf.

⸝⸝ 　 KOI !

just days before his birthday, it was revealed that KOI had become a global ambassador for BAPE, a famous japanese streetwear fashion brand founded in 1993. he was named the ambassador on september 9th, 2023, making him the last member to do so and just like ADRIEN with DIESEL, KOI became the first k-idol to represent BAPE.

⸝⸝ 　 EXTRA !

thank you, my lovely bella for giving me inspiration by mentioning in your VORTEX MAGAZINE that ADRIEN made a deal with DIESEL ( with PLUM's help ofc ), which prompted me to think about which brands would snatch other members! this was so fun to do!

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Ghosts, Goblins, and Good-for-Nothings

i was intending to keep my tumblr for requests alone but please enjoy this halloween drabble in the spirit of spooky season! 🎃🖤

Notes: fem reader, 2nd person pov, language, mentions of street harassment

Halloween is on a Monday this year. It’s not great for trick-or-treaters—never is on a school night—but for every other enthused fan of the holiday? This means three days of non-stop festivities.

Saturday in its entirety is booked to the brim with plans for pumpkin carving, hayrides, costume contests and, later in the night, throwing back October 31st-themed shots 'til you puke orange and purple sparkles.

Sunday morning is for recovery and what Leo dubbed Boo-zy Brunch in the group chat. Pumpkin Pancakes, Candy Corn Crêpes, Witch’s Brew (re: coffee), AHH-vocado Ghost, and Devilled Eggs are all on the revamped menu at Pepe’s for the season—and how could you possibly do without a few Bloody Marys? (The words come from Mikey because you can fair just fine without that tomato juice concoction monstrosity. And, come to think of it, you’ll probably be so hungover the mere smell of alcohol will be enough to deter you regardless of the potion it comes mixed in.)

Sunday afternoon is reserved for horror movie marathoning and engorging on the candy meant for some infant-sized ghosts, goblins, and ghouls ringing your doorbell the following evening, which is a dangerous game because they promise tricks without the tempting of treats.

These plans had been months in the making and you couldn’t have been looking forward to it more. Still, this left you with a vacant slot on Friday night. The spot blinked at you on your calendar mockingly, like a neon sign on its last leg. How could you not have plans with anyone else?

In hindsight, you probably should have begun asking around a little earlier than the day of. You love the Mad Dogs—obviously—but two back-to-back days are probably about all the celebrations you can manage.

You send out a few texts after class and plan to try some more on your commute home.

Nothing of the sort transpires.

You end up walking through your front door sort of dazed and out of it, lost somewhere inside yourself.

You’re not sure how much time passes where you sit motionless on your couch, feeling just as trapped as you did on the subway fifteen minutes ago. Eventually, you get up to change clothes. You fish out your favourite seasonal crewneck from a bottom drawer. It’s soft and comforting and it has the words Halloweentown University plastered across it with an outline of the famed pumpkin at the centre. It’s your best attempt at saving face, if only for yourself.

You peel out of stiff jeans next and replace them with plaid sleep shorts. It’s not the most cohesive outfit—especially not with a full face of makeup and all your jewelry still on from the day—but it makes you feel better than you did before so you leave it on.

Your feet shuffle slowly, numbly, one foot in front of the other until you reach your living room couch again and smooth your fingers over your phone screen absently. It’s already dark out with only one sliver of teal haloing the horizon. You mull over sending out another text.

If you’re being honest with yourself, there’s only one person you really want to see. It’s becoming more and more of a regular occurrence and you try not to beat yourself up over it too much. He’s good at making people laugh and you like to laugh.

The odds of him being free this short notice are slim but you shoot him a message anyway and stare off into space until his response comes.

Miraculously, he thinks an early movie marathon at your place is an awesome idea and asks if you’ve already eaten. You lie and he tells you great, he’ll just bring snacks then.

Somehow, that little text bubble makes it easier to breathe (and think and move) and you get up to toss a bag of popcorn in the microwave. You wonder if he’ll beat the timer.

Leo, never one to lose a challenge, indeed proves successful. His circle of cerulean light appears just six seconds before your microwave bellows at you.

You're pouring the bag out into a large bowl as you greet him in the most uplifting manner you can muster. You fall into light, engaged conversation—mostly about the snacks he opted to bring—and, before long, the two of you end up buried alive in wrappers, Cheeto dust, and popcorn kernels.

You try to keep concentration on the TV screen, you do. Leo's laughing and making comments that you would find downright hysterical—possibly some of his best material yet—if you had it in you to listen, but your mind continues to derail, veer off course, sink into terribly murky waters below.

You’re drowning by the time he pulls you up to surface.

The screen is paused and you have to focus on it for a few seconds to remember you’re supposed to be enthralled in the campy 80s thriller he picked out. Leo’s eyes are trailed on you, like he’s gathering all the info he can just by sizing you up.

“Sorry, what?” you have to ask.

Leo’s brows knit further. “I asked what was wrong. You seem… I dunno, distracted.”

He’s right. You hadn’t even noticed him grab the remote to pause the film, forget trying to recount any of the plot.

He’s been observing you for the last little while—the way you seem so far away.

Hollow stares don’t suit you.

You shrink a little. “No. Sorry. I’m good. Just, uh… It was a long day, you know?”

He throws an arm around the back of the couch and angles his body more openly toward you. A silent invite.

You sit there in the dark for a long moment. The silver glow reflecting off the colour of his skin makes for something supernaturally beautiful but this observation is merely a form of stalling.

A small, defeated breath wilts your posture. “Some guy kept taking pictures of me on the subway today and, honestly, I’ve just been kind of mentally fucked by it. It’s so stupid but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“He did what?”

You have to fixate your gaze on one of the empty bowls on your coffee table to keep your face from twisting, but the tears are already forming and they don’t yield for anyone.

April is tougher and more resilient than you—you know this—but you kind of take pride in coming in a close second. You’re loud about injustice and rant and rave about pet peeves all the time. Mostly for comedic purposes, sure, but you like to think you’ve got a backbone built from the same stuff as hers. A similar brand of gall that has the two of you teaming up to fight… whatever it is that needs to be fought, really. Suddenly, you wonder, not without a payload of shame, if maybe April’s been doing most of the heavy lifting this whole time.

“I should’ve put my hand around his neck and told him to delete them but I just sat there like an idiot until it was time for me to get off."

You can feel the mascara and eyeliner getting into your eyes and it makes all of this a lot more uncomfortable. Though, still not quite as uncomfortable as you felt today so you decide this is fine.

Your fingers reach high to tug at the elastic holding your half-up bun in place, if only to give yourself something to do.

You don’t get to fuss a ton before Leo’s wrapping you up in a hug. “Don’t call yourself that."

You blink slowly and heave a shattered sigh into his shoulder.

“That’s messed up,” he continues. “And if you can paint me a portrait, I’ll hunt that creepo down and kick his ass.”

“I wish I’d done something,” you mumble.

He pulls back and doesn’t say anything for a long moment, sort of like he’s weighing the words in his mind. “That’s not... your responsibility. You don’t have to manage the shitty things people do to you.”

You're not anticipating that out of him but, weirdly, it's what you need to hear. You nod, unexpectedly entranced by all this.

“Don’t worry about him, okay? Donnie’s insane with this kind of stuff. He’s got facial recognition tech better than the CIA's and he can tap into any electronic device in the state, probably the country. He'll track the phone and wipe it clean in under an hour without even moving from that stupid-comfortable gaming chair he never lets any of us sit in.” His voice goes sort of bitter at the tail end there and it makes you giggle.

Leo smiles at you.

“C’mere.” And then he’s hauling you in close, incentivizing you to lie down with him, willing some of that tension out of your shivering frame. (You hadn't realized you were shaking so badly until his palms came up to rub warmth up and down the length of your arms.)

You stay there for a little while as Leo starts the movie back up. Neither of you is really watching but that’s okay. You feel better knowing justice is afoot, even if that makes you some vindictive low-road traveller.

“I wish I could go everywhere with you. Be your little bodyguard.”

You snicker. “You just want to wear aviators and an earpiece.”

“Come on…!” Leo whines. “I’d look so cool! And you’d get 24/7 personalized security. All I’m seein’ are wins here.”

You hum. “I’m inclined to agree, Nardo.” There’s a space of silence where you have to keep from replaying the incident in your mind per Leo’s request. (He told you not to worry and you intend to follow through on that.) He must sense your labours, though, because he goes on with his scenario.

“Eh, scuze me, Mr. Sleazy Scumbag, sir, no flash photography,” he proclaims, voice getting somehow more nasally than usual. “I know it’s hard to resist capturing such model-like energy but I’ll have to ask you to exercise some self-restraint.”

You put on your best manly impression, voice descending somewhere that is comically deep and husky. “Uh, I’m trying to exercise my personal liberties, here, my dude. It’s my constitutional right—nay, my duty—on this earth to harass women and be a colossal piece of shit.”

“Sir, I won’t ask you again.”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?”

You’re not sure what kind of response you’re expecting but it is nowhere near one that includes being tackled to the floor and pinned down in an ambush taking the form of hellish tickles. You laugh and squirm, only marginally resentful over how easily this boy manages to lift your spirits.

He shows you mercy quickly enough, declaring, “See, I don’t even have to use violence to take down my opponents. God, I’m good.” And then he’s leaning down, whispering secretively to you: “But I wouldn’t be nearly as friendly with that clown. Trust me.”

“I do,” you tell him, and Leo has to hide the surprised elation that glosses over his face.

You grin and grab for his cheeks with your palms. “You’re so important to me.”

For someone who talks all the time, it's unbelievable that he can’t find the right words to reply. In lieu of anything verbal, a chaste peck finds its way to your forehead. (Well, it’s not like that isn’t a welcome response.)

“I should go wash my face,” you shrug sheepishly from under him. “Bet I look like a raccoon right now.” (You might have to play the lottery if it turns out your undoubtedly smudged makeup has somehow slid itself back into place.)

“Prettiest raccoon I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re sweet.”

Leo pauses the TV once again as he waits for you and the screen goes into sleep mode, transposing stock images of landscapes he’s finding it difficult to trust are real places that exist.

In this lapse, he takes the opportunity to look around. Tiny pumpkin fairy lights are strung up along the cupboards in your kitchen. Next to him, the napkins are patterned with ghosts and bats. Your bowls are colour-coordinated. The one harbouring the Doritos he brought is forest green, sporting the cartoony face of Frankenstein’s monster. There’s another with Dracula and a third violet one that doesn’t at all fit in with the others. There's just some random, unknown witch on it. Leo’s bottom lip juts out disappointedly.

A platter of chocolate-covered pretzels sits off to the side of your small table and Leo helps himself to one. And then another and a few more, until he ends up unveiling the eyeball motif on the ceramic. There are scarecrows on the matching one on the other side of the table, that one brandishing the fluffiest sugar cookies he’s ever tasted.

You’ve got werewolf coasters and pumpkin pillows and, upon further inspection, Leo finds that even your throw blanket is littered with dancing skeletons. He grins. It’s just so like you.

And then, while you’re still in the bathroom, he sends out a few texts.

***

You’re at the lair bright and early on Saturday morning and you come bearing orange-frosted cupcakes and pumpkin-spiced lattes. The turtles and April cheer in unison when they spot your goodies. It doesn't take very long at all before you're learning they’ve got surprises of their own.

The first is impossible to miss; the Hamato home is thoroughly decked out in Halloween memorabilia, including a few extravagant displays that look like they belong in the annual fun fair’s haunted house (an event that was, at the last minute, added to tomorrow’s evening agenda).

“Guys!” you squeal excitedly, taking it all in. “The lair looks incredible!”

You’re, like, fully hopping from one foot to the other, bouncing on the tips of your toes, and Leo could not find it more adorable.

Donnie outs his brother almost immediately. “It was Leo’s idea.”

Mikey’s parading around the kitchen with oven mitts on. “We’re baking pumpkin bread too!”

“Also Leo’s idea!” Donnie interjects, sliding his way over.

“And we managed to swap tickets for the forest hay ride,” April announces buoyantly from her seat, picking at the bowl of kettle corn in the centre of the table. You’d tried for those tickets initially but they’d been completely sold out so you’d had to settle for the farm route instead.

You’re about to ask how they managed to swing that when:

“Leo was on the phone with them for over an hour…” Donnie volunteers.

Raph, who’s sitting on the floor hunched over a pumpkin and getting a head start on carving offers yet another headline of terrific news: “Oh! And we’re VIP tonight. Drinks are free and we get to judge the costume contest.”

Leo’s hand wraps its way over Donnie’s mouth before the boy can so much as inhale. “I think she gets it,” he bites out through gritted teeth.

Even behind Leo’s hand-muzzle, Donnie looks entirely too smug.

Raph and April glance at you, grinning from ear to ear. Judging by this reaction, you’d say your expression has to be somewhere between awed and flabbergasted.

You don’t know what to say.

April helps you out. “Donnie’s being annoying about it but, yeah, Leo really does deserve all the credit for this.”

You watch Leo’s head turn mechanically in her direction, the stiffest grin etched into his face. It takes everything in you not to laugh. It’s strange, though. Leo’s the type to seek credit even where it’s not due so this feels suspiciously out of character.

“Oh, Leonardo…” you singsong jubilantly. “Might I have a word?”

His gaze whips up at you and he nods, shyer than you know him to be.

“Don’t take too long!” Mikey calls, removing the pan from the oven as you branch off to another room. “It’s better when it’s still warm!”

You end up in the projector room near the pile of pumpkins you’re set to carve today. Leo sucks in a pitted breath but you start before he can.

“I don’t even know how to thank you. You didn’t have to do all this.”

Leo’s shoulders come up to his jaw and fall back down slowly. “I wanted to make up for what happened. And I know you love Halloween so…”

“That’s insanely thoughtful, Leo. Thank you.”

“Oh, and I made sure Donnie caught the guy. Saw the pictures with my own two eyeballers. They were gorgeous, by the way, as always, but they have been eradicated from that perv's cellular device along with his entire camera roll and every password, contact, song, and app." He gives you a little bow. Theatrics are always in full bloom with him. It makes you smile. "We also may have leaked his bank information online but that's because Donnie's cynical and I have no self-control.”

“How am I supposed to return this kind of favour, huh? I’m gonna be buying you pizza for the rest of my life.”

Leo waves you off before picking up a pumpkin. You do the same, mostly to give yourself something to fidget with.

“You could… uh, go on a date with me instead. Like a… yeah, a date.”

Your head tilts to the side. You’ve always felt there might be something more between the two of you but you weren’t confident either of you would ever act on it. It’s hard to tell if he’s being sincere now.

You venture an answer: “One measly date in exchange for a whole weekend of fun? You’re not making this a very tough decision.”

Leo smirks at you, lip caught by his teeth. “Then say yes.”

“Yes. On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“I get to plan it. You’ve done so much, let me take this one.”

Leo slumps in relief and nods at you, eyes filled with stars. You giggle and tap your pumpkin to his, an extra pep in your step as you start off on a walk back to the others.

The rest of the weekend might just be the greatest of, like, your whole freaking life. It’s impossibly fun and chaotic, and you go home each night with your cheeks hurting from smiling so wide and your throat raw from laughter.

Everything is wonderfully spooky and delightfully festive and, come Monday night, you and Leo spend a rooftop dinner on a decorative picnic blanket mottled with broomsticks and pointy hats. You laugh and chat and cling wine glasses together, watching the sun go down and the streets below fill with costumes. Later, you’ll hand out candy and watch family-friendly classics but, for now, you dither in the wind and kiss underneath the stars.

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all or nothing pt II | stranger things ; b.hargrove

A/N ; Listen.. I was not expecting to have another part so soon but when this idea came, I had to roll with it. So, this is the part in which Billy realizes reader is the only female in a family of males (i realize I mentioned readers mom the previous post but apparently, she is deceased, but anyway.. ) and.. yeah. More stubbornness. More Billy, being equally stubborn.

I feel like this one is gonna get really... intense.

Pairing ; Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; all or nothing pt I can be found by clicking. Highly suggested you read that one first and then come back here. Just so you have a sense of what's happening. This is set in season 2 BUT BUT... as I said last night -and in the other stuff area of the other reader x character stranger things works I've done, there will be no Upside Down + it's unholy terrors, this is basically like.. slice of life heavy on the intensity and maybe some angst in this case. So no.. Billy won't be dying. And his character may or may not go through a few.. Growth spurts because I felt like it could've happened if he'd been left on the show. So.. liberties have been taken, read at your own risk.

Tag List ; @musichealsscars is the only person on my actual Stranger Things tag list presently. I'll throw a tag out here to @rampagewriting -- feel free to ignore if you like bb. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger things , please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; Older and younger brothers + meeting the father, Billy's being stubborn as per usual, reader is equally stubborn, a little angst in the form of reader's not so long ago heartbreak and rumors, Carol being a b*tch about Reader, and just.. Nothing serious, tbh. OH YEAH. AND TITS. TITS ARE MENTIONED. Listen, this chapter is.. Basically chaos.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

The bacon is burning, you can smell it when you roll over in bed. As you start to wake up, the usual morning chaos that is your family and all their noises spill in through the partial crack in your door which flies open unceremoniously with your youngest brother Abel hurrying in.

You roll away from him and try and sweep your arm out to keep him out of licking range because he likes to lick your face to wake you up most mornings. “Abel, kid, no.. Not today, demon.” you grumble as you try and shove your head beneath a pillow. From the wide open door, your older brother Jackson throws the bra you left in the bathroom after your shower the night before right at you and it settles beside your hand. “Get the fuck up, sunshine.” Jackson yells, his voice grating your last nerve because it’s early and all you wanna do is sleep. Finish out the dumb little dream you were having about the way Billy’s hands felt on your ass or his mouth against yours.

“She’s not up yet?” your brother Mikey’s standing in the open door behind your older brother Jackson. “Jesus, what’s she gonna do, sleep all fuckin day? Dad! She’s not up yet! Can I get the cold water now?”

Your father laughs in the kitchen. “Leave your sister alone, you little shit. Get in here and eat. Grub is done.”

“Can you idiots fuck all the way off? I’m gonna get up. I mean, if you wanna see my ass when I get outta bed, by all means, idiots.” you call out to your brothers as you sit up with the plaid blanket on your bed wrapped around your upper body and you try to reach for the AC DC shirt you’d taken off at some point the night before when you got too hot.

Your brothers all bolt down the hall and you let the blanket drop so you have that little extra length to your arm span. After you tug on the thin oversized shirt you grab the jeans and tank top you’d laid out to wear the night before so you can put them on after your shower. And you make your way down the hall and pound on the bathroom door.

But it’s no use. Your younger brother Mikey is in the shower, the radio turned up so high and the shower running full blast, so he doesn’t hear the five times you pound at the door.

“Well fuck you then, little shit.” you roll your eyes and turn to go back into your bedroom to change.

The very familiar rumble of an engine catches your attention just as you’ve managed to put both legs in one leg of your jeans and you’ve nearly toppled over, just managing to catch yourself by the headboard on your bed to stay upright. You peek out through the tapestry that serves as a curtain over your bedroom window and as soon as you see Billy’s dark blue Camaro pull in behind your father’s square body truck, you flatten yourself against the wall and take a few deep breaths all while telling yourself that just because he’s shown up means nothing.

So he kept a promise. There’s no reason for your heart to be all fluttery. Or your stomach to be doing the lazy little flips that it is right now.

You discard the shirt you’d thrown on to walk down the hall to the bathroom and pull on the white tank top you’d planned to wear with your favorite flannel. The only problems is that right as you get your AC DC shirt off, the last thread of hope for the nail holding your tapestry in place over the damned window snaps and the tapestry falls away to one side.

And out in the car, Billy happens to glance up at this exact, precise moment. Not only can he see you totally nude from the waist up, but he can see the various rock and metal posters, the tarot card tapestry, the marijuana leaf tapestry and the christmas lights you have tacked up around the room for extra ambience.

You don’t see him because you’re standing on the bed and trying to put the tapestry that’s just fallen down off your window back in place because the old geezer across the gravel road is nothing if not a gross pervy old sort. You’ve just gotten the tapestry back in place when your oldest brother pounds on your bedroom door.

“Yo! You better not be asleep again, sunshine.”

“Fuck off, Jackson, you’re not the boss of me!” you stick out your tongue and flip off the closed bedroom door. You can hear him walking away, but just as you’ve flipped your head upside down and you’re trying to scrunch some mousse into your hair to tease it the way you like, the younger of your brothers, Mikey, he’s outside the door.

“Hey gremlin! You’ve got company. It’s a boyyyy.”

You tense up because all of your brothers and your father are nothing if not intimidating, especially when it comes to you.

“Dad’s gonna grill him and I’m gonna laugh my ass off.”

“Sissy! Your boyfriend is here!” Abel calls out through the door and you palm your face. “He’s not my boyfriend, champ. I’m comin, hold your horses, people.” you call out as you dig around for your left shoe in the chaos that is your room.

After you find the bold red Converse and slip both shoes onto your feet, you grab your backpack and rush out, hopefully before your brothers and your father bring down the Spanish Inquisition onto the head of Billy Hargrove.

And naturally, your brother Mikey is in awe because he hero worships the guy.

Your father is sizing Billy up and you wanna groan because you know exactly what he’s thinking and you know that when you finally get home from working the arcade after school, he’s going to give you a very long lecture.

“Hargrove… Hi. Uh, what are you doin here?” you drag your fingers through your hair as you tilt your head to look up at him, curious. “How’d you find me?”

Mikey’s grin is so big, he’s so proud of himself. “I’m in class with his sister.”

“Step.” Max and Billy say it in unison, glaring at one another quietly. Mikey laughs and shrugs. “She told me Billy wanted to come by today last night at the arcade so I told ‘er where we lived.”

You give him a dirty look when nobody’s paying attention and he gulps.

Yeah, he’s in for it just as soon as the two of you are out of school for the afternoon.

Mikey glances at your father. “He’s the best player on the basketball team, dad.”

This softens your father but only a little. He grins and claps a rough hand down onto Billy’s shoulder. “Basketball, huh? I played back in the day too, kid.”

Billy chuckles. And he’s shuffling his feet awkwardly, same as you. You almost want to laugh because the awkwardness he feels right now isn’t something he’s used to and you can tell. Also, you want to laugh harder because the awkwardness he feels right now is solely his fault.

You didn’t ask him to come by. You never even hinted that you expected him to.

You’d say you didn’t want him to either, but unfortunately, that’d be a lie.

“We should probably get going.” you speak up before your father can get all lost in his own glory days -or alternately, try to put the fear of God into Billy by telling him he’s ex-military and he may or may not have a few screws loose, and your father tosses you a brown paper sack.

“Peeled the orange for ya as usual, sunshine.” your father gives you a hug. Finally, you set off for school with Billy and Max. Almost the second you were all out in the yard, you laugh and give Billy a quiet and slightly apologetic shrug as if to remind him that he’s brought on the events of the morning to himself.

Billy opens the passenger door and Max slips into the backseat wordlessly. You raise a brow. “You could’ve kept your seat, Red.”

“It’s fine. You can sit there.” Max offers, studying you with an intent and curious look as you slip into the seat and settle in. Billy doesn’t blast the radio on the drive like he usually does just to keep her quiet. Instead, to Max’s surprise, the two of you are actually attempting a conversation. It’s full of awkward pauses and banter back and forth, but it’s a side of her stepbrother she doesn’t see come out often at all. As the Camaro pulls to a stop in front of Hawkins Middle, you get out to let Max out and she smiles at you before gathering her backpack and rushing through the doors to the school as if she’s been launched straight from a cannon.

You get back in and the short second or two it takes to get over to the high school from the middle school is filled with this heavy kind of silence. Metallica is playing quietly on the radio and you’re humming along, drumming your fingers against the passenger door.

“Y’know, you’re probably gonna fall like.. Four places in the whole popularity thing.. Right?” you question as the Camaro comes to a stop in the spot Billy’s chosen to be his.

Billy shrugs. Takes a drag from the cigarette he’s lit and laughs quietly. “I thought we talked about this last night, darling. Fuck ‘em.”

You shrug and laugh because that’s all you can do. The second you get out of the passenger seat you can feel the eyes of the collective whole of the female population of Hawkins High staring at the two of you. You stand taller.

The stares and the whispers aren’t new to you. They started when you were a kid, when your mom died and nobody really knew what to say. They continued through middle school when you got labeled a troublemaker, one of the bad kids. They’re still going now, only it’s different and honestly, you’d take the rumors about you circa middle school over the rumors going around about you now.

But you don’t care anymore because you’re over the small town mindset. And high school is bullshit. And you’ve got more important things to do than waste time worrying about what everybody’s saying about you behind your back.

It takes you by surprise when Billy casually slips an arm around you and pulls you against his side. Walks right up to Tommy, Carol and Steve Harrington as if this is nothing out of the norm. You can feel Carol watching you, dying to say something smart but a quick menacing smirk from you has the little smug look dropping right off her face because she’s probably just remembered the fight you two had on the playground all the way back in fifth grade.

The one your older brother had to break up.

“Who’s your friend, Billy?” Nicole gives you a dismissive once over. She’s already thinking of things to say about you when she gets Carol and Tina alone in the girls bathroom inside the building. You smirk right back at Nicole, looking dead into her eyes. Daring her to be brave enough to say it now, with her chest, in front of you.

Billy chuckles. He introduces you with that lazy and laid-back grin.

Carol gapes. “You’re shitting me, right? Her? This is the girl you gave the sunflower to?”

Billy’s all calm smiles. “Yeah.”

“We need to have a serious talk.”

Billy laughs and rubs his chin. “Right. When I ask your opinion, Carol, I’ll let you know.”

Every part of you wants to just walk away for his sake but you’re too damn proud and petty to do it. Walking away is going to make Carol and the rest of the so-called in crowd froth at the mouth and rush to gossip about how you’re obviously afraid.

And you’re honestly anything but.

You catch sight of some of your friends as they show up and you nudge Billy. “I’m gonna go now. Thanks for the lift?”

And you walk away, but it’s not without giving Carol one last smirk.

A smirk that has her practically seething.

And honestly, you can’t wait to hear the rumors she rushes back to start this time around.

Almost the second you’re standing at the locker where you friends usually congregate in the morning, your best friend Katie nudges you and nods towards Billy. “Did my eyes trick me or did you get out of Hargrove’s Camaro just a few minutes ago? Oh my god, you’ve gotta tell me everything.”

You shrug. “He gave me a lift, yes.”

“How does he smell?”

You gape at her and grimace. “Ew, what the hell kind of question is that? What’d y’ think I did, sniff the damn guy? I don’t know!” you laugh and your words trail off.

“So I was right. It wasn’t Keith that gave you the sunflower, was it?”

“Fiiine. It wasn’t Keith. But he’s up to something, K.” you turn and gesture in Billy’s direction discreetly, “ I can feel it in my bones.”

“I say just let it happen. Bad press is better than none at all.” Katie shrugs and you give her a playful shrug. “You’re crazy, K. Seriously insane.” you roll your eyes as you finally manage to pry open your locker door and change out the books you took home the night before for the books you’ll need for class.

You walk past Billy on your way to homeroom but his arm shoots out and you wind up smooshed against his side again. “I’ll see ya after class.”

You shrug. “Maybe.”

“I’ll see you after class.” Billy repeats and it’s firmer. That little roguish smirk playing at lips slightly bruised from the kiss at the arcade the night before.

“I mean, if you want to, who am I to stop you?” you smirk right back, holding his gaze. Defiant.

If he really wants to win you over, he’s going to have to learn that you’re not like the other girls at Hawkins. Or the other girls he knows.

You’ve already caved one time and the outcome was disappointing. This time around, you’re determined to play smarter. To make him do all the chasing and not to give in quite so easy under any circumstances.

Billy’s smirk grows. “See ya then, darling.”

“Whatever you say, Hargrove.” you shrug as you and Katie walk away, disappearing into the homeroom class you share together.

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