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Scotty Doesn’t Know - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 14,767

Warnings: 18+, REALLY NSFW, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral (both receiving), Dirty Talk, Road Head, Jeep Sex, Cowgirl, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Face Riding, Handcuffs, Missionary, Implied multiple times, Side Sex, Sex while on the Phone, Squirting, Making Out, Shower Sex, Boob Job, Doggy Style, Spanking (both receiving), Hair Pulling, Sensitive Nipples, Secret Sex, Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Reverse Cowgirl. IS THAT ENOUGH? IS THAT ALL? I THINK. 

Song: Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra from the movie Eurotrip

Notes: :) (shout out to @savage-stilinski and @minhosmeanhoe for being awesome LIKE ALWAYS)

Living in Beacon Hills your entire life can lead to a wild roller coaster ride as time goes on. You learn about the existence of supernatural creatures roaming the vacant streets, go on amazing adventures that makes your veins flow with adrenaline (albeit, they don’t always end safely for people and they aren’t the safest things to do for a sixteen to seventeen year old), and you form lifelong friendships with the few people that know the same things as you - forever and always know as the pack. However, there is one little thing about your life that can cause a wrench in any perfect world.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” the male asked uncertainly, his voice breathless from the countless activities you found yourself in. His cock remained buried deep inside you, small shifts in weight making you moan loudly. “We’re not going to tell anyone about this? About us?”

“We can’t,” you mumbled to him, whimpered as the man trailed his lips from your collarbone to your lips, ravishing them completely. “He would kill you if he found out.”

“So, our little secret?” he mused, his eyes flicking mischievously. “Sneaking around behind his back?”

“Yup,” you said. “Scotty doesn’t know…”

Scott McCall didn’t know you, his younger sister, was dating his best friend, Stiles Stilinski. He didn’t know the love you felt from the man you knew since the sandbox. And he didn’t know the things Stiles did to please you in multiple ways. And you had no intention of letting him find out about it anytime soon.

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Hangman x Rooster x Bob x Female Reader Masterlist

We Worry Because We Care

When You Fall, We’ll Pick You Back Up

Calm Down

Not Just A Game

You Always Have Us

Ghosts of The Past

There Is No Rush

The Softest Moments

This Is One Battle You Won’t Win

Getting There First

Just A Little Sweet

It Can Happen To The Best

We May Have Been A Little Rough

Fixing The Broken

Parents To Be part 2 blurb

I Have No Idea What You’re Talking About

Coming Home

Period Comfort

Who Did This To You?

Baby Fever

Helping Others

Learn To Deal With It

It’s All Internal Soulmate Au

Misunderstanding

I’ve Been Called Worse 18+ ONLY

A Little Loopy

 Clips of Our Life Soulmate Au

We Can Still Hear  18+ ONLY

In The Kitchen (Kinda second part to We Can Still Hear) 18+ ONLY

In The Hanger (Final part to We Can Still Hear) 18+ ONLY

Sexy Photo

Southern Boy Charm 18+ ONLY

Bubble Wrap Soulmate Au

Navy State Ball

Reaction to Abusive Home HCs

Bob In The Corner

Loophole

Football

You For You 18+ ONLY

Never Again

Honorable Discharge

Yes, Sir 18+ ONLY Part 2

Accent

You Can’t Kill A Mitchell

Pushed A Little Too Far 18 + ONLY

Panic Attack

Calling Red 18+ ONLY

Dumb Little Girl 18+ ONLY

Watch Your Tone 18+ ONLY

Warm Again

You Scared Us!

Happiness on Earth

Purity

House Hunting

So I kept losing my original post and because this got way longer than I expected, I think it needs its own list.

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you’ve had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Warnings: Big ol’ age gap, dad’s best friend, daddy kink, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, violence, dirty talk. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16 P17 P18 P19 P20 P21 P22

Drabbles

Afternoon Delight.

Epilogue

Status: Completed!!!

Black Butler Headcanons I Came Up With At 3:30AM

i’ve been working on papers for university, and Black Butler has inspired me a lot lately. so, this is the product of my writing/working on a great amount of Black Butler fanfiction alongside my Fairy Tail and Once Upon A Time fanfictions.

Grelle was born to a wealthy family in her human life, and enjoyed the theatre, and specifically the opera, so much that she joined an opera company. However, she could never get any of the more lead female roles she wanted as she was only ever recognised as a man due to being born male. When she was cast as Romeo in an operatic production of Romeo And Juliet, she actually committed suicide on the last night of the production. This is how she became a reaper.

Ciel enjoys watching butterflys, and had wanted to have a butterfly green house when he was a little kid. His parents, Rachel and Vincent, had planned to have this done for his thirteenth birthday, but they died before this could be achieved.

Undertaker begged Sebastian to tell him jokes every day for two years after the first time he did when he, Ciel, Madame Red, and Grelle came to ask him about the Jack The Ripper murders.

Sebastian enjoys getting his hair professionally done. When Ciel allows him free time, one of the things he likes to do is find a stylist to do his hair. This is because he enjoys the scalp massages, as well as the fact that he can get it done whenever he likes, since he can regrow his hair whenever he wants to.

Ciel learnt to oil paint before the death of his parents. Rachel had begun to teach him when he was around three years old. He enjoyed it so much that he became incredibly good at it, though he did not do it after the death of his parents, because he could only think of them when he tried. He ended up snapping his brushes, and had the few of his paintings that survived be hidden after his parents died because he could not bear to look at them anymore.

Shortly before her death, Rachel found some of the written but never sent love letters her sister, Angelina, had for Vincent. Ann was out of town for a few days to visit a patient in the country, and had asked Rachel and Vincent to look over her home. Ciel was with them, but had gone to sleep because it was late. When she had asked Vincent if he had known her sister was in love with him, he said yes, and showed her one of Ann’s letters to him, which had ended with “you consume my waking days, and I will always be happy so long as you are in my life.”

When Ann found out she had miscarried after the carriage accident that killed her husband and nearly killed her, she had been six months pregnant, and demanded to see her dead baby. She broke down upon finally being permitted to, learning she had been pregnant with twin girls. She buried them with their father, and only allowed Rachel and Vincent to attend the funeral.

Grelle had been a knife enthusiast when she was a child, and had been almost giddy when she had learnt she would have a death scythe as a reaper. She just about fainted from excitement when she learnt she was allowed to customise it however she wanted. Her first design was for it to have whirring knives everywhere, but one of them flew off and hit another reaper in the face. She decided on the chainsaw design after being told she could not include knives on her death scythe.

Ciel found out he was allergic to cats after he tried to carry one home to the manor. All was well until the cat got spooked and scratched him up in the face. Angelina, who was visiting at the time, had to help fix him up, amongst the chaos of the frantic Rachel and Vincent.

Grelle had never been able to fall in love until she met Ann. Her biggest fear had been that Ann would reject her once she learnt that Grelle had been born male. However, Ann was the first person to accept Grelle as a woman, and her (secret) girlfriend. Even though Grelle killed her, because they both confessed their love for each other as she died, the last thing she remembered was being with her love. Grelle struggled to feel such passionate and unwavering love afterwards, wondering if something were wrong with her.

Ann and Grelle both knew that, if caught, there was a chance Ann would be handed over to the authorities, and subsequently executed for their crimes. When Ann couldn’t bring herself to kill Ciel, it was an act of suicide, and so, when Grelle lashed out and killed her, Ann committed suicide. She wandered aimlessly and frightened for years as a reaper, discombobulated, and frightened by whatever awaited her on the outside whenever she had to reap. After several years, however, she and Grelle were reunited by chance, and were able to rekindle their romance.

Sebastian’s distaste for Grelle stemmed not only for her being a reaper and the crimes she committed with Ann, but from her overly theatrical personality. He was not shocked, but disappointed, when he eventually learnt that Grelle had been a part of the opera in her human life.

Ciel despises all holidays, and becomes infuriated when anyone, even the queen, brings them up in his presence.

Sebastian once fell through the ceiling after an accident with the other servants of the Phantomhive manor. Ciel laughed, not particularly annoyed by the disturbance because of how absolutely ridiculous Sebastian looked in the process of getting back up while the other servants panicked.

Ciel had a replica of his favourite childhood toy made after his return to the manor. While secretive about it, he holds it tightly to his chest every night when he goes to sleep. For Ciel’s sake, Sebastian pretends to be completely unaware of this.

Sebastian has a very low tolerance for spice, and gets annoyed whenever it becomes apparent to anyone else. Ciel is greatly amused by this.

Grelle secretly attended Ann’s funeral, and, in a moment where she was able to be alone with her, laid in her coffin with her. She hugged her, and took a short nap beside her one last time. When she woke up upon hearing people coming, she kissed Ann one last time before disappearing to, distractedly, carry out her work for the day as a reaper.

William made the mistake of trying to bribe Grelle by temporarily stealing the coat she took from Ann after killing her. Grelle went absolutely berserk, and William never brought up the subject of what happened that night, or Grelle’s obsession with the coat again.

Grelle took Ann’s coat because she could not bear to go through her life as a reaper without something of the woman who taught her how to love fully, and fearlessly.

Vincent always enjoyed doing his wife’s hair, and Rachel indulged him though he was not particularly good at it. He knew it, but kept doing it anyways when he realised it always made Ciel smile and laugh.

After becoming a reaper, Grelle taught herself all of the instruments she wished she could have learnt while in her human life, including the violin, guitar, piano, and harp. Though few people knew about it, one of Ann’s favourite things was watching and listening to Grelle sing and play her instruments.

Ciel had always loved poetry from the day he learnt to read when he was around three years old. After the death of his parents, he grew quite attached to the work of Edgar Allan Poe, and always carries a copy of his three favourite poems in his pockets.

Sebastian secretly keeps a small army of cats in the basement of the Phantomhive manor, sneaking off to play with and care for them every chance he gets. Ciel is completely unaware of this because of how meticulous Sebastian is about hiding it.

Rachel once punched a man in the streets before hitting him with her parasol for attempting to kidnap Ciel for ransom when he was about seven. No one in London ever tried to mess with her again.

Rachel had longed to be a ballerina as a child, and, though she was never able to perform as part of a company, Vincent learnt to dance Swan Lake with her, and they would do it themselves every so often when they were alone because he adored how happy it made her.

Grelle likes throwing axes. Not at people, just trees and inanimate objects. All of the other reapers find this particular hobby of hers to be rather bizarre, but don’t question it out of the slight fear that she will start throwing axes randomly at them, seemingly out of nowhere.

Grelle takes halloween almost too seriously. Ciel is quickly exasperated by it, and Sebastian often finds it to be somewhat frightening.

Undertaker once brought a coffin to the Phantomhive Manor with Grelle inside as a prank. Grelle nearly scared the living daylights out of Ciel and Sebastian, and informed Sebastian that it was his ride to the next world, and it had a hole in the bottom if he weren’t quite ready to go. Sebastian then told Grelle he was grateful that he would never see her in hell.

Undertaker is obsessed with drinking copious amounts of lemonade. No one knows why, and everyone is too afraid to ask.

False God with Aemond 🙏🧎🏽‍♀️

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Since getting wed, Aemond had converted into a new religion and was very devoted to his new god. Your bodies were rolling in the sheets, rarely ever leaving your sacred oasis. Although it wasn’t necessarily the goal, it was impossible he hadn’t put a babe into you.

He had made your hips his altar, reciting his most meaningful prayers as you gripped the sheets tightly.

Not many husbands lick their lady-wife's cunt. Most settle for penetration-only sex. Although nice, penetration itself doesn't guarantee an orgasm for the woman. Oral does. When frequenting brothels with his brother, Aemond had quickly learned that if you touch a woman right, you can make her cum many many times.

A cry left your lips as the prince wrapped his lips on your clit, sucking it and making your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head from the pure stimulation. The intense pleasure was making your brain foggy.

‘’Oh gods- That feels so good.’’

Although Aemond wasn’t the one receiving, he did get some pleasure out of it. He loved seeing you react, seeing you squirm and moan and whimper – and sometimes scream. It spurred him on, turned him on.

You grabbed one of your breasts and kneaded the flesh, feeling the slickness between your legs get wetter.

‘’Mmh, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my chin,’’ Aemond said, his mouth lifting from your clit for a short seconds then dragging a fingertip along your folds, making you gasp as he pushed a long, slender finger into you.

You heard the squelching of your wetness, the dirty sound causing a smug smile to split on the Targaryen prince’s lips. He was in awe that he could elicit this kind of reaction from you – and frankly, so were you. He always thought the women at the brothels were talking shit, that women couldn’t unfold like that and be this turned on just from dexterous fingers and a skilled mouth.

Aemond added a second finger once he felt your muscles relax, mewls spilling from your lips as his two fingers twisted into you, crooking upwards exactly the way you liked.

‘’Yes, yes,’’ you moaned over and over, feeling another orgasm crest.

You had lost track of the count between the seventh and tenth orgasm – and Aemond was showing no signs of being done with you. The women at court would be jealous of the things your husband did to you in bed, jealous of of the mind blowing sex you and him have been having – how much you were having.

So far, the wed life was fucking great.

Aemond looked up at you – your skin flushed from all your activities, lips parted and soft whimpers leaving them, the sapphire necklace he had gifted you resting atop of your perfect breasts. Aegon might be the heir to the throne, but he had wed the fairest lady in the whole Seven Kingdoms.

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Can we get poly!ghost face with billy being tied up well stu fucks the reader infront of him?

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GOD yes you can babe. So I went a bit hard here hehe, kinda trying to make up for my relative absence the past 5 days.

TW: NSFW

Hands Free - poly!Ghostface x GN!afab!Reader:

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Billy was beginning to regret agreeing to this.

Fingers clench and unclench, his arms tied behind him and around the back of the chair he sat in as dark eyes bore into the scene before him.

You and Stu were beautiful together melding into one, lips and tongue and hands roaming one each other in a dance of worship. His eyes lock on to Stu's briefly, a haughty smirk appearing on the blond, before he gazes down towards himself. Billy's eyes follow and his breath hitches. Stu's cock was achingly hard, and it mirrored his own. The difference being that Stu could touch his and Billy couldn't.

Brown eyes shift to you, and drool pools in Billy's mouth as he glimpses your wetness. Dripping and oh so ready for Stu. He feels himself throb painfully against his jeans and he curses internally.

Stu's lips on your neck resulted in you turning your heads towards your shared boyfriend, and you lick your lips at the frustration evident in his face.

"You good there, Billy?" you ask breathlessly, the teasing undertone in your voice not going unnoticed by the man currently trailing his lips and tongue along your chest now. Stu raises his head to look over at the brunette and gives a toothy grin.

"Yeah, you okay there babe?"

Billy scoffs, desperately trying to mask the strain in his voice before speaking.

"Never better. But I'd be much happier if they'd have your cock in their mouth already."

You and Stu pause briefly before locking eyes with one another and letting out matching laughs. Billy's hands clenched for what felt like the umpteenth time since this started, blunt nails undoubtedly digging crescent circles into his palms, and redness beginning to creep up his neck.

"Aaaw, how cute!" You tease between giggles, moaning as you feel the head of Stu's cocks prod at your clit before dipping down towards your entrance.

"Poor Billy-boy thinks he's still in control here." Stu practically guffaws, wiping a fake tear off his face before lowering his voice.

"Well I've got news for you, man." Stu groans out as he finally slips inside of you. He lowers himself down onto his elbows, hovering his lips over yours and giving you a small smile and kiss, before looking over towards Billy and sticking his tongue out mockingly.

"Right now, you're our bitch."

And that's all he says before he slides himself straight to the hilt within you. Both you and Billy gasp in tandem, you at the delicious stretch and him at the sight and Stu's words. In a split second, Stu begins a brutal pace, the sound of skin meeting skin sounding out in the air.

The angle was perfect, his knowledge of your body in full display. He had practice after all, years worth of the three of you exploring one another. One of his large hands gripped your hips like a vice, the other sliding over to rub at your clit with even pressure.

"Ah! F-fuck baby!" You throw your head back, and Stu hums as he looks down at you. You looked beautiful filled to the brim with him. He loved seeing you like this. Loved it even more when Billy watches him do it. A shudder skirts down his spine as he remembers his audience once again.

"Yeah! Mmm, yeah, that's right. Show Billy how good I fuck you babe...shit!" Stu pants out, the feeling of your heat clenching around him becoming almost too much too soon.

Over across the bed, the opposite was true. Billy was sweating, the frustration at being unable to join or touch himself finally coming to a head. His jeans felt too tight, his shirt too sticky against his now damp skin, and his greased hair made the nape of his neck itch. He wiggles against his restraints, half in hope of the bindings magically releasing themselves, and half in a near ravenous desire for friction.

He watches as you reach up and pull Stu down into a sloppy kiss, both of you groaning in rapture. Praise pours out from both your mouths for one another, ignoring Billy altogether now, and Billy's mind blazes with all possibilities of revenge as he seethes at being so casually disregarded. His cock jumps at the thought.

He wanted to be Stu, driving and and out of your dripping cunt, hands enclosed around your waist and nails digging roughly into your skin as he piledrives into you. He wanted to be you, wanted Stu's large cock hitting his prostate over and over as he scratches down the tall blond's arms the way you were right now.

Fuck.

When you cum, he can physically see how good of an orgasm it is. The muscles of your abdomen clench, attempting to tighten your body into a ball, and your eyes roll back. The arch your back once your muscles released had Billy thrusting up into air, and he groans along with you. His cock had shifted in his pants, in a way that had it pressed against his zipper through his boxers, putting pressure against the underside. And if Billy canted his hips left just so, the head rubbed deliciously against it.

He couldn't help it any longer, previous embarrassment forgotten as he rutted against his own pants desperately. He watches as Stu fucks you through your orgasm, pink lips slightly parted as he watches you come undone beneath him. Stu bites his lips before smiling, turning his head towards Billy. He lets out a breathless laugh at the state of the brunette, watching the desperation in his restricted movements.

"Lookin' a bit outta your zone there, buddy." he pants, continuing thrusting in and out of you "Can't say I feel bad for you though. This is tit for tat. For all the times-" He grunts as he gives particularly hard thrust "-that you treated me like your bitch."

Billy groans, unable to look away as Stu tilts his head back and releases inside of you, blissful grin stretching his lips too wide. Billy could imagine what Stu was feeling - tightness of your cunt that happens after orgasm, the aftershock clenches and pull at his cock - and it's with one more desperate thrust and a whine that Billy releases into his pants.

You both turn your head once again to lay your eyes on your lover, and affectionate smiles paint your face as you watch Billy's hips cant upwards, his head tilting as far back against the chair that it could go. A sense of satisfaction settles within you, pleased that you and Stu were able to make Billy cum hands free for the first time. That had been the goal here after all, Stu's idea to tie Billy's hands behind the chair - "To resist temptation!" he had sworn - was just the icing on the proverbial cake.

Once Billy's hands were untied, you both received the silent treatment as your lover ignores you two in favor of heading to the bathroom. You bite back a cocky smile, but Stu doesn't bother to hold back his. He turns to you.

"Think he'll stay mad the rest of the day?"

You scoff "Try the rest of the week. You know we're so gonna get it, right?"

Stu hums before slinging his arm over your shoulders and steering you towards the bathroom - both to clean-up and probably beg Billy for mercy.

"Worth it."

drenched in molten gold | b. bradshaw, n. trace

description: in which two very attentive pilots take it upon themselves to make you feel the most pleasure possible

warnings: 18+, f/f/m threesome, oral (f/f), unprotected sex

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader x natasha "phoenix" trace

notes: here, have another repurposed story from my arsenal. this fic is literally just my raging bisexuality taking over my brain

You were burning up. 

Your skin was hot, hot, hot. The hands that splayed over you were intensifying that all-consuming heat, and you couldn’t think about anything else other than the pleasure you were feeling. 

You weren’t entirely sure how things had escalated this quickly, but you were certainly not voicing any complaints. Not when you had your man on one side, and a beautiful girl on the other. All you knew was that it was quite literally a dream come true. A long-running fantasy that had finally been fulfilled.

The crew was on a weekend trip. A rare occasion where they all had some downtime, and they were taking advantage of every last second of it. 

Somehow, you’d ended up with Rooster and Phoenix for most of the weekend. Not that you minded. Bradley at your side was already a given, because he was your boyfriend, after all. But Natasha was a new, and welcome, addition. 

What you hadn’t expected was for things to escalate so quickly. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, one that ended with the three of you naked and cozied up together in a hot tub. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’d been all over each other for most of the night, and had only just decided to head back up to your hotel room together.

Bradley held your hand in his as he headed down the hall, leading Phoenix to your room at the end of the hall. He slid his key card into the slot on the door, allowing you both to step in before he did. The moment the lights were flipped on, the door shut behind your trio, he announced, "I'm gonna go start the hot tub. Phe, if you want to grab that champagne off the table over there and bring it out, you can."

You stood in the middle of the room, watching each of them walk off. Bradley stepped outside, taking on the project of figuring out how to turn the tub on while Natasha retrieved the champagne and glasses. Down in the lobby, your man had specifically requested champagne to be brought up to your room. The staff was prompt enough to have it ready and waiting when you arrived.

"C'mon, pretty girl," Phoenix drawled, turning to you as she walked backward toward the balcony. Her dark eyes never left you, and it made your heart quicken in your chest. Swallowing, you complied, following her close behind. You came to a stop in the doorway, watching as she set the bottle of champagne down, along with the glasses.

At that point, Bradley had managed to turn on the tub, and was now approaching you. He offered a gentle smile, and his large, warm hands came up to cup your face as he kissed you deeply. When he pulled away, he was still gazing at you, a look of sincerity blossoming in his eyes as he lowered his voice for only you to hear. "If you want to stop at any time, I want you to say so. Understand?"

"Y-yes," you mustered. But you would be just fine, you knew you would. You were simply still a little in shock. This was all happening so fast, and it was a lot to wrap your head around.

Rooster turned you around gently, so you were facing Phoenix. She held eye contact with you as she began undressing, slowly and languidly, moving her body in such a way that had you going hot with desire. Your breath hitched at the sight of her lithe frame as it was slowly exposed to you. Her beautiful breasts, her smooth skin, the flash of neatly kept dark hair just between her thighs.

She watched as Bradley reached down, taking ahold of your dress and slipping it over your head, exposing you entirely. He ran a soothing hand down the side of your arm before encouraging you to step forward so he could shed his own clothing. Natasha offered a warm smile, one that reached her eyes, as she reached out for your hand. You let her take it, and as she stepped into the warm water, you followed willingly.

Your heart continued to thud erratically against your chest as a feeling of buzzing anticipation swirled to life within your belly. She never broke eye contact with you as she sank down into the water, still holding your hand in hers. You knelt with her, and soon you were face to face, bodies submerged.

Her delicate fingers came up to brush across your warm cheek. "You...are so beautiful." Her voice danced past her lips with such gentleness and grace. Your chest heaved, allowing her view of the top swell of your breasts as you did so. "Can I...?"

You nodded, not quite sure what she was getting at, but at that point, you knew you would allow her to do whatever she pleased. She was kind and considerate of your limits, and you were comfortable in her presence. She made you feel safe.

She let her hand drop to your right breast, softly cupping it before her fingers brushed over your nipple. You couldn't help the quiet little whimper that left your throat as she did so, and you could see the satisfaction in her eyes at the sound. While she ducked down to wrap her pretty lips around the delicate bud, Bradley was popping open the champagne behind you, keeping an eye on you as he filled the three glasses, placing them upon the ledge of the hot tub. 

Then he climbed into the water to join the both of you, where he reached out to place a hand on you, pulling you back a little. He had you sit on the little ledge along the wall of the tub - which elevated you enough to expose your breasts to the open air - soon moving to grab the glasses from the edge. He handed one to you, and one to Phoenix, who'd already joined you both. The last glass, of course, was for himself. 

You already felt like you were on fire, and you knew it wasn't just because of the warm water in which you were submerged. The man you loved and desired above all others was pressed up against you, completely bare, while a breathtakingly beautiful woman was at your other side, equally as bare. And soft. So soft.

Her lips, at some point, found their way to your neck, where she began to gently nip. Rooster slid his free hand up along your arm, letting you know he was right there, experiencing this with you. You moaned, letting your head fall against his shoulder, as Phoenix continued attending to your neck. Her fingers wandered, beneath the water, sliding up your ankle, along the expanse of your shin, and higher. With a trembling hand, you brought your champagne glass to your lips and took a long sip, relishing in the cool, bubbling liquid that flowed down your throat.

The moment you pulled the glass away, Bradley gently turned your face to his, taking the opportunity to kiss you, all while delving his tongue into your mouth to taste the champagne you’d just consumed. Natasha was soon joining him, letting him break the kiss before she touched your face and nudged you towards her, connecting her rosy lips to yours. She, too, slipped her tongue into your mouth. However, her kiss felt so much different than Bradley's. It was softer, in a way. More delicate. At the feeling, an entirely new rush of emotions and sensations bubbled to life within you. Or maybe that was the alcohol.

The two of them, paired with the calming hot water, and the champagne, all had you relaxing rather quickly, drifting into a state of unadulterated bliss. Bradley’s hand came up to cup your breast, squeezing and massaging. Phoenix went back to kissing your neck, sliding her hand up your naked body. Then, for just a moment, she pulled away, and looked at the man beside you. She lifted her glass, tilting it towards your chest, and he picked up on what she was about to do. He nodded silently, raising his own glass and tilting it with her, letting the golden liquid fall onto your bare chest.

You gasped at the cool feeling, previously shut eyes fluttering open to take in what they were doing. Natasha was the first to put her mouth on your chest, flattening her tongue against your feverish skin and trailing it upwards, tasting the alcohol. Bradley followed, and with both of them doing so at once, you whimpered deeply, shuddering when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, and she mirrored his action. You swore you'd die.

"Mm," Rooster hummed, coming up to kiss you, mouth still against yours as he spoke. "Being so good for us."

"So good,” Phoenix echoed. Their voices swirled through your head like the swirling bubbles around you. 

"P-please." You didn't know what you were asking for. But you did know that you were burning up, that an ache had blossomed to life between your legs, and you needed someone's, maybe both of their, fingers inside you.

"What is it, pretty girl?" Phoenix murmured huskily in your ear. "Tell us."

You could only moan, shuddering yet again. "I..." Your words. Where had they gone? They were dying in your throat, forgotten as overwhelming need took over your brain. You let out another moan, though it came out as a soft whimper, a desperate little mewl. Bradley was watching closely through hazy eyes, taking in the way you were squirming within the water.

"Be patient, baby," he said, kissing your cheek. "Just let us take care of you."

He reached back for the bottle of champagne, contemplating refilling his glass. But, instead, he tipped it, letting it spill over your breasts again. The two of them lapped at it, hot tongues dragging over skin that was just as warm, probably warmer. Your head was spinning, chest heaving. A desire unlike any other was roaring to life within you, almost painful.

Rooster tugged at your nipples just the way you liked, Phoenix sucked on your neck, ran her hands over your body, worked you like a musical instrument. You were delirious, warm, wet (in more ways than one), hot, hot, hot. "Roo, please," you begged, shifting beneath the water. “‘m so wet.’

You could feel him, against you. He was hard, had been the moment he saw you in such a state of pleasure. You wanted him inside you, wanted her against you, against your mouth. You were sure she tasted good. Sure she was soft, juicy as a summer peach, pretty and pink.

"I think we should take care of our girl, what do you think?" Natasha looked up at Bradley, and he nodded.

"I guess we should. We've teased her enough."

It all went by in a blur. Bradley rose from the tub, and set the champagne down. He went to grab some towels while Natasha helped you stand on wobbly legs. "I've got you," she assured you, holding on tight. You knew she did. She slipped an arm around you, and Rooster approached, towels in hand. They both took the time to dry you off, and you felt so loved and cared for in the best way. You were led back into the room then. Or rather, carried. Bradley pulled you into his arms and carried you to the bed.

Phoenix trailed closely behind, sitting on the edge of the bed as she waited for him to get you situated. He took your face in his big, gentle hands. "You're going to sit in my lap, and Phoenix is going to eat your pretty little pussy until you come. And when she’s finished, I'm gonna fuck you. Is that okay?"

You nodded without hesitation, eager to feel good. “Yes, please,” then, “I...I wanna taste her pussy,” you admitted.

"You can, baby. Just let her make you feel good first. This is all about you, yeah?"

You hummed in response, and he then climbed onto the bed, taking a moment to lean back against the pillows. He pulled you against him, and you could feel his hardness against your back, cock straining with need. But he didn't mind one bit. His own pleasure would come soon enough. Now it was about you. He secured his burly arms around your body, leaned his head down, and said, "spread your legs for her."

You obeyed, parting your legs wide. You were met with the sight of Phoenix crawling towards you, and it sent a delicious shudder through you. She settled with her head between your legs, nudging them just a bit further apart. Her hands trailed up the insides of your thighs, moving closer, and closer, and closer to where you were aching, dripping, pulsing. She kissed everywhere but there. Nipped, sucked, touched everywhere but there.

"What do you say?" She piped up, eyeing you, looking for manners. She knew you were growing impatient by the petulant whine you let out.

"Please."

"Please what?"

Your heart fluttered in your chest at her tone, and the way she was looking at you. "Please put your mouth on my pussy. I...I'm so wet..."

She smiled, a predatory one at that, like she was a cat who’d caught an unassuming little mouse. Her fingers danced over your center, and you jerked at the touch. Then the digits began to cover more ground. She slid them downwards, straight through your wetness, and she gasped, looking up at you. "You are soaking wet, pretty girl. I bet you taste divine."

And then, she dove right in, sweet mouth connecting with you. You moaned out loud, leaning back against Rooster and rocking your hips as she went on. He held you securely, tenderly kissing your shoulder as he watched Phoenix pleasure you. An odd feeling was stirring deep within him. He loved the fact that you were being pleasured, but the sight of someone else doing it, instead of him, suddenly sent a brief pang of jealousy seeping into his veins. But he did nothing about it. This was about you, not him. He wasn't about to ruin your fantasy.

You were already overwhelmed. Her mouth was so warm and wet, her touch so delicate, yet deliberate. She lapped and sucked at your clit, and spread her tongue over the expanse of your center, tasting you fully. When her fingers slid into you, you couldn't help the yelp that sounded from you. Instantly, she stopped, looking up at you. "Are you okay babe?" She asked.

"Y-yes," you gasped, nodding vigorously as Bradley tightened his grasp on you. "Fuck, don't stop."

She went right back in, mouth reattaching to you, fingers ducking into you. She picked up the pace, moving faster, going deeper. Those slender fingers brushed up against that spot inside you, the spot that made you tighten and throb and gush around her.

All while this was taking place, Bradley was bringing his fingers to your mouth, tapping your lips gently. "Open," he instructed, and you did so. He placed his fingers in your mouth, his pointer and index. "Get them nice and wet for me, baby."

Once you'd complied, he brought his hand down to your chest, circling a nipple with his wet fingers, then moving on to the other to do the same. You gasped, and he leaned over to blow cool breath across your nipples. Goosebumps crawled over your skin, and you whined, entirely overwhelmed. You were ashamed of how close you were already, and you had barely even started. But two beautiful creatures working your body over had you plummeting towards the edge at a ridiculous pace. You were writhing, grinding, trembling.

Rooster held you, kissed your skin, whispered in your ear, praised you for being such a good girl. Phoenix curled her fingers faster, deeper. You were making a mess of yourself, arousal was soaking her fingers, dripping down onto the bed. Bradley’s hand squeezed at your breasts, his teeth dragged against your neck. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes, it was all too much, you could hardly handle it.

"Mm," the feminine hum filled your ears. "you're tightening up around me, are you going to come for me?"

You couldn't answer, you could only keen, throwing your head back against Bradley’s firm chest. You were shuddering almost violently, all while Natasha kept her fingers steadily curling in and out of you. "Breathe," Bradley reminded you, "deep breaths, baby. You're okay."

You sobbed, breathless and deep, grabbing for something, anything, to anchor you. Natasha took one of your hands, and Bradley took the other. She brought her mouth back to where it had been, against your warmth, your wetness. You let your mouth fall open, no longer shy about the sounds you were making. You gasped, you cried, you groaned. A delicious, white-hot sensation was gathering in your lower abdomen, a coil ready to come unraveled. Your muscles were clenching around her fingers in such a way that she could hardly move them, but she tried anyway, wanting you to experience as much pleasure as she could give.

When your back arched, and your chest heaved, and you began to stutter, "I-I'm...I...oh, fuck," she knew you were right there. Rooster was the one who pushed you over the edge.

"C'mon baby," he breathed raggedly against your neck, "come for her."

With one final sob, you let go, tensing up just before the mind-numbing, earth-shattering pleasure crashed onto you. You screamed, deep and loud, convulsing in Bradley’s arms, bucking against Natasha’s mouth. She continued her administrations until you fell still, sweaty, spent, and shaking. She pulled away then, emerging from between your legs and immediately kissing you, letting you taste yourself. "Good girl," she praised.

You could feel Rooster shifting behind you, slowly rising to stand, despite your whines of protest. You collapsed against the mattress, unable to move. He reached down, turning your head towards him. The look in his eyes caught your attention - he was in awe. "So good..." he echoed Natasha’s words, fingers brushing against the side of your face.

You attempted to sit up then, letting out a breath. You looked over at the girl, suddenly feeling a little shy as you uttered your next words. "Can I taste you now?"

She smiled. "Of course you can, pretty girl."

You watched as she moved to sit where Bradley had just been moments earlier. The aforementioned gently grabbed your face, looking deeply into your eyes. "Are you alright?" You nodded your head, placing your hand over his. He spoke again, before you could. "Are you ready for my cock?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay. Here's what I want you to do. You get on all fours, and stick that pretty ass up for me. Taste her pussy while I fuck you."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You were quick to comply, situating yourself so your head was between Phoenix’s thighs, and your bottom was in the air, where Rooster could easily access it. You were suddenly a little apprehensive, worried that you might not be able to pleasure her the way she deserved. Phoenix seemed to notice this, and she gave you a bright, reassuring smile, reaching down to run a hand through your hair. "You'll be fine, just go for it, babe."

Breathing out through your nose, you paused a moment before finally connecting your mouth to her warm, wet, so fucking wet, core. The sigh she let out sent your head spinning. As you began to slowly trail your tongue over her, Bradley got behind you, groaning at the sight of you before he reached a hand down to spread you open for him. Still so wet, glistening in the low light.

Nimble fingers wrapped around hard flesh, offering a few tugs, grunting before he aligned himself with you, gliding in with ease. He sighed in satisfaction, and you whimpered, though it was muffled. Bradley offered you a moment to get comfortable before he began to move, slow, deep, deliberate thrusts. You could hardly handle it. She tasted so good, he felt so good. You were making a mess. Sloppy, wet, drippy, fingers prodding into her slick opening, tongue swirling around her bud of nerves. She was moaning, so soft and pretty. She tasted...saccharine.

She encouraged you the entire time. "That's it, good girl. Oh, right there."

Rooster was fucking you harder now. Faster. At this angle, it was all so intense. He was brushing right up against your spot, and you were clenching and pulsing around him each time. His large hands gripped your hips, and he jutted into you just a little faster. 

Natasha was falling apart above you, grinding against your mouth, head thrown back as she gasped out your name, genuine cries clawing their way up from her throat. It was all so incredibly erotic. The feeling of being filled, and being enveloped in someone else, was indescribable. A beautiful woman was falling apart because of you, and a man, just as beautiful, was also falling apart, because of you. He growled above you, thrusting deeply, roughly, jarring your entire being. Your cries were muffled, and you were having trouble keeping your rhythm. But you tried your best, wanting nothing more than to bring Natasha to her end.

She continued to praise you, to grind and shake and writhe. She found purchase in your hair, holding on gently as she looked down, taking in the sight of your face buried between her thighs, devouring her. "Faster," she breathed, "move your fingers faster."

You complied, soon fucking her harder, deeper, your mouth sucking at her swollen clit relentlessly. You could tell she was close by the way her muscles tightened around you, and the way she began to move against the bed. You relished in the way she shook, the sound of her desperate voice. It didn't take much longer to push her over the edge, and she came crying out your name, wetness spurting against your mouth. You stayed there, lapping at her center, tasting all of her.

Her legs began to tremble as she slowly came down, and with a whimper, she gently pushed your face away. "That was…fuck, that was good," she told you, still out of breath. Before you could utter a reply, Bradley was pulling out of you, flipping you over onto your back before filling you again. Positioning himself properly, he began to pick up the pace, soon building up to the speed he'd just been fucking you at.

During this, Natasha settled beside you, nuzzling close as she watched you come apart beneath your lover. She kissed the side of your neck repeatedly, mumbling sweet praises. You were overwhelmed again, eyes rolling back in your head, whimpering pathetically.

Rooster’s hand came down between your legs, fingers pressing into your clit. "I want you to come again for me," he gritted out, "come all over me."

Phoenix’s fingers toyed with your nipples as he spoke, and you swore you'd pass out. Your eyes never left Rooster’s in the process, and suddenly, it all became so much more intimate. You were holding onto him, arm hooked around his shoulders, fingernails scraping against his skin. You were sweaty, you both were. Skin against skin, bumping, grinding, shifting. Your stomach was twisting into knots. You were almost there.

Phoenix brought her mouth to your ear then, tongue brushing over your skin. "Do it," she whispered, all while you plummeted to the edge all over again. "Come for him."

And then you were done for, engulfed in euphoria as your second orgasm washed over you. You lost yourself in the pleasure, convulsing beneath Bradley, crying out his name loud enough for everyone in the whole building to hear, it seemed.

Somewhere along the lines, he stumbled over the edge, too, and he buried his face against your neck, growling deeply as his own release shuddered through him, filling you with his warmth.

He stayed inside you for a few more moments, catching his breath, kissing your face. You could only lay there motionless as he eased out of you. Hands skated across heated flesh. Not his hands, familiar and strong, but Natasha’s - soft and delicate. You didn't bother moving as they both began cleaning you up. You relished in the care, feeling entirely too fucked out to do anything else but let them do as they pleased. You were adorned in kisses, gentle touches, swipes of damp cloth against your most sensitive parts.

"Sit up for me babe," Natasha spoke, and you did so, allowing her to slip on the white plush robe provided by the hotel. She looked into your eyes then. "Do you need some water?"

"Y-yes."

Bradley, who'd already gotten dressed - partially, anyway, back into his boxers - was on top of things, getting you a cup of water the second her heard Natasha offer it to you. He handed it to her, and she placed it in your hands, smiling softly and stroking your cheek as you sipped on the cool liquid.

He climbed onto the mattress with you, pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head. You sighed, resting against him. Then, you looked up. "Can we go back in the hot tub?" You asked.

He smiled, and nodded. "We sure can."

And so, you did. The three of you headed back outside, into the warm water. The rest of the champagne was polished off, and lighthearted conversation and laughter rang through the night air as you interacted with one another, comfortable, relaxed.

After a while, the warm water got to you, and you were beginning to feel rather drowsy. When Bradley noticed this, he knew it was time to get you to bed. "I'm gonna get her out," he mouthed to Natasha while you were nearly dozing against his shoulder.

She nodded, and followed suit, climbing out with both of you. You let Bradley dry you off and put you in your pajamas, entirely too exhausted to be of any assistance. He gently placed you in bed, and you fought to stay awake, watching as Phoenix began to gather her things.

As you drifted in and out of a sleepy, half-drunk haze, you could hear their quiet voices, the sound of rustling fabric, a goodbye whispered in your ear, and lips against your forehead. And then, silence. Rooster padded over to you then, coming into view. He smiled at you, a smile full of only kindness, taking a seat next to you on the bed. You reached for him, and he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against him. "You did amazing, baby," he praised.

You looked up at him, trying to mirror his smile, but only coming up with tears, brought on by the alcohol and your over-tiredness after such an eventful night. "Thank you. I…I really liked that.”

"Maybe we’ll do it again one day," he mused. But you were already fading fast, and could hardly utter a reply.

All you could do was curl into his arms, wrapping yourself around him. He didn't mind in the least, he let you snuggle against his body, and pressed kisses to the top of your head. "I love you, baby," he whispered.

But you were already fast asleep.

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of angels and darlings | b.bradshaw, r.floyd

description: in which bradley bradshaw is wholly and completely in control

warnings: 18+, m/m/f threesome, dom!rooster, sub!bob, poly relationship, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, oral (m receiving), choking, blindfolds

pairings: bradley "rooster" bradshaw/robert "bob" floyd/nondescript fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

notes: listen up hoes (affectionate). this is entirely self indulgent. i just wanted some nasty threesome smut and this is what came out. maybe i just wanted an excuse to write rooster kissing a boy. sue me. this also recycled from an old work of mine, so yet again, i've plagiarized myself. anyway! i hope you enjoy yourselves

He had her right where he wanted her.

Spread open, exposed and vulnerable, the light catching on her skin in such a way that she appeared to be glowing. And maybe she was. He'd always called her his angel, after all. Maybe she truly did possess a heavenly glow.

In fact, in that very moment, she did feel heavenly, with the two men she loved and trusted most gazing upon her like she was a rare treasure they'd just discovered. And as far as they were concerned, that was exactly what she was.

Bradley was the first to break the silence. He slid a hand delicately down Bob's spine, and the man shivered slightly, leaning into his touch.

"Look at her, Bobby. Doesn't she look good enough to eat?" He spoke, smooth as silk.

"Yes," Bob breathed, eyes fluttering beneath his glasses.

Bradley smiled knowingly, as if he had a secret he wasn’t willing to share with the class. "Wanna taste her?"

Bob had been waiting for this moment all day. "Please."

"Then, by all means, go ahead."

He didn't have to tell Bob twice. In one swift movement, he was joining her on the bed, moving to hover over her naked form. He leaned down to kiss her lips desperately, tongue delving into her mouth. The kiss made her head spin, and when he pulled away, she was gasping, watching as he began his descent, kissing and suckling at her soft chest before moving down, down, down. Down between the meeting of her thighs, where it was warm and wet and ready for him to taste.

His fingers delicately spread her open, and he blew cool air against her center, which sent her shivering and moaning ever so softly. Then he began to tease her, swirling his tongue everywhere but that little button of nerves. It was maddening.

"Are you getting frustrated, little darlin’?" Bradley questioned, moving to sit beside her on the bed.

"Yes sir. M-my pussy is so wet, you've been teasing me for so long."

"Have I?" Umber eyes filled with mischief.

"Yes!" She exclaimed. It was true. He'd been working her up for nearly an hour before Bob had even arrived home that evening. She’d been spread open and teased endlessly, both with a vibrator and his fingers. When Bob had gotten home that evening, he'd found her in this state, entirely bare against the bed, pussy glistening in the low light. It was quite the sight to come home to.

It wasn't unheard of, though, to come home to such a sight. He'd walked in on this scene many a time, and he loved it. It sent a thrill through his bloodstream. And when he did happen upon such a thing, he knew what to do by now. Undress and join the both of them. After all, that was What Bradley had instructed him to do.

Bradley was, more often than not, the one in charge. It was how both she and Bob preferred it. The blue-eyed lieutenant enjoyed relinquishing all control, and he relished in being taken care of and pushed around a little. Bradley just so happened to be the best candidate for the job.

When Bob had joined their dynamic, he wasn’t entirely sure how he would fit in. He thought he would feel like he was intruding, or witnessing something he wasn’t supposed to see. But the two had welcomed him with open arms and made him feel so at ease. Somehow, it all just worked, and Bob loved being part of it. 

And now here he was, between her legs, all the stressors of the day melting away in the presence of his lovers. He gazed up at her, with her head against Bradley's chest and her desperate eyes pleading with him to stop teasing her. That was it for Bob. He had the power to alleviate her overwhelming desire, and that was just what he did. He dove right in, sucking her clit into his mouth and devouring her like his life depended on it. She gasped, body jolting at the unexpected fervor with which he worked.

"Slow down, Bobby," Bradley drawled, "she's not going anywhere. Just enjoy it, worship that sweet pussy like she deserves."

Bob hummed against her, slowing down only slightly. All the while, Bradley slid his hand up over her stomach, towards her breasts, where he began to circle his fingers over each nipple, only heightening her pleasure.

"How does it feel, little mama?" He asked, breath warm against her skin.

She moaned softly, shifting her hips so she could grind against Bob's mouth. "S-so good."

"Is that all?" He wanted her to use her words.

"I-it feels incredible,” she continued, using more colorful descriptors, “I...fuck, Bobby, your mouth feels so good."

Bob moaned against her, the praise driving him to pleasure her with even more fervor, bringing his fingers into the mix. He slipped his ring and middle fingers into her cunt, easily finding that particular spot inside her that made her toes curl. He matched the rhythm of his fingers with his tongue, trailing it over her clit repeatedly, sending jolt after jolt of delicious pleasure through her body.

She reached down, threading her fingers through his hair. When she tugged at the roots, he groaned from deep within his chest, eyes shifting to burn into her own as she gazed down at him.

"You taste so good," he rasped, pulling away for just a moment, lips and chin glistening with her arousal. His cheeks were pink, both from the exertion, and from arousal. Then, he gazed at Bradley, seeking his permission. "May I make her come?"

But the man beside her shook his head, slipping away from her and rising to stand. He was still clothed - halfway, at least, with sweatpants hanging low on his defined hips, and no shirt in sight which displayed his sculpted torso. He approached Bob, wordlessly pulling him to stand. Bob was nearly the same height as the man before him, but watching their exchange, and the way Bob sort of shrank into a state of utter submission before Bradley, he seemed much smaller.

Bradley tugged Bob closer, kissing him fiercely and tasting her pussy on his mouth. When he pulled away, Bob's eyes were blown with lust, darkened to a stormy blue, and he looked entirely fucked out, despite the fact that this was only just beginning. "I want you to fuck her pretty little pussy," Bradley stated, sliding his hand across Bob's bare chest, and down further still, to take ahold of his already hard cock, at which Bob whimpered and leaned into his touch. "But, I have something for you both, first."

And then he pulled away from Bob, leaving him to grit his teeth as his dick pulsed against the air at the lack of contact. Bradley sauntered across the room, opening the top dresser drawer and retrieving two objects that neither of them could make out before he returned. In his hands were two black blindfolds. He smiled, looking from his sweet girl on the bed, to Bob. "You're going to fuck each other, but you're not going to be able to see during it."

Her stomach fluttered in anticipation. She'd done this before and had found that she quite enjoyed it. Bob, on the other hand, wasn't as crazy about it. Yes, his other senses were heightened without sight, and everything was more intense and pleasurable. But he liked to see what was going on. Nonetheless, he cooperated, because he trusted Bradley.

"On your hands and knees, little darlin’," Bradley instructed, and she obeyed, shifting so she was in position. Then he tied the blindfold in place, taking away her sight entirely. Bob was next, climbing onto the bed behind her and waiting while Bradley oh so carefully removed his glasses and tied the blindfold in place. A comforting hand was pressed against Bob’s back, and the other man’s mouth was against his ear as he said, “you alright?”

“Yes sir,” Bob sighed out. 

Bradley stepped back then, though he stayed right near the bed, wanting to be completely involved. Both of them awaited his next instructions, knowing not to act too soon, lest they be reprimanded.

"Go ahead, Bob," he spoke, "slip inside her."

He didn't hesitate to comply. Bob reached down, sliding his fingers between her legs until he found her slick opening. He gently massaged her clit a moment and gathered some of her wetness on his palm to act as lubricant before he began to stroke himself. Then, in one swift movement, he was entering her, stretching her so deliciously, a momentary burn from the feeling coming to life between her thighs.

She gasped, back arching as Bob grunted above her, shuddering at the initial clench of her muscles around him. He gently placed his hands upon her hips, and slowly began moving, rolling his hips slightly at first before he picked up the pace. Her fingers and toes curled at the feeling, and she moaned lowly. It was ridiculous how turned on she was, but she couldn't help it. She was certain she wasn’t going to last long, after being worked up for over an hour. Whether or not Bradley would allow her to come was up for debate though.

The aforementioned watched through hazy eyes at the sight of both his lovers. The way Bob looked, rutting into her, lean muscle flexing beneath milky skin, reddened lips parted to let out soft gasps and grunts. The way she looked, entirely bare, willing to do absolutely anything for both of her boys, back arched and mouth open. He felt his cock throb in the confines of his pants, his arousal growing all the more.

Bradley sauntered over to stand behind Bob, and he began sliding his hand up over his stomach, his chest, and up to his throat, where he gripped tightly. "Look at her, Bob. Look how desperate she is for you, how she'll do anything for you. Go on, fuck her. Make her scream for you," he growled into his ear. He trailed his tongue over Bob's skin, swirling it just beneath his ear as he tightened his grip around his throat even more so. The harshness of his mustahce nipped at his skin, and Bob shuddered at the feeling, a flood of heady arousal blossoming through him.

He obeyed, setting a more intense pace, hips slamming against hers. She cried out, clawing at the bed sheets. "F-fuck, Bobby!" She gasped, eyes rolling back. He was hitting that spot again, bumping repeatedly into the little gathering of nerves within her, which sent her clenching so tightly around him he could hardly move.

"Oh, oh my gosh," Bob lowly moaned, slowing down just a little and shivering at the feeling. "You're gonna make me come too soon."

Bradley had released his throat at that point, but he was still behind him. "That's a shame, Bobby boy, because if you dare come without my say-so, I'll spank this pretty ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week," he lowly uttered, causing Bob to slow his movements only slightly at the threat. "And I know you want to be a good boy for me, don't you?" Deft fingers slid over protruding collarbones, and Bob shuddered.

"Yes sir," he rasped, hands tightening on her hips as he tried to contain himself.

"Good. Now, go ahead. Do just like I told you - make her scream."

Again, Bob sped up, and soon, he was all but slamming into her, jarring her entire body, and all she could do was lay there and take it, mouth hanging open as she moaned and gasped and whimpered, surely a sight to behold.

Bradley rounded the bed, much like a feline sneaking up on its prey. He bent down, smile on his lips, though she couldn't see it. He ran his hand along her shoulder, and suddenly, he was pulling her up by her hair. "Scream, little mama. I want to hear how good he's making you feel."

And at that, Bob offered a particularly sharp thrust, and she did scream, the sound coming from somewhere deep within her. Bradley's smile grew to a Cheshire grin then, satisfied. "There she is, there's my good girl." She thrived on the praise, and he knew it.

She was trembling, and it only grew worse when Bob snaked his hand down between her legs and began stimulating her with his fingers. She couldn't speak. Any words she tried to utter died in her throat, drowned out by the continuous moans that she couldn't seem to hold back.

She was dripping, he could feel it. Slick arousal trailing down his cock and down his inner thighs. The sound of her wetness was entirely audible, and that, mingled with the sounds of their moans, was so incredibly erotic. Her skin was hot and her head was spinning. It was nearly too much, and not enough all at once.

Bob slowed down a little, hips stuttering as she clenched tightly around him again. He almost let go then. He couldn't help it, she was so wonderfully tight and wet and it was all so intense. He moaned, though it came out broken and hoarse, and he began to grind into her, nearly succumbing to that heat of impending orgasm

Bradley was there in the blink of an eye, speaking harshly. "Stop. Don't you dare move." 

"Oh!" Bob breathlessly whined, falling forward and letting out a frustrated growl that sounded more like a deep whimper as he buried his face in her neck. "I don't know if I can-"

"You can, and you will. Because you're a good boy, aren't you?"

When Bob didn't answer, Bradley grabbed ahold of his hair, yanking him back and pushing the blindfold back so he could look him in the eye. "Answer me."

"Y-yes sir, I am."

"Well then, act like it." And then he pulled the blindfold back into place.

Bob took a shaky breath before he finally began moving again, thrusting even slower this time, trying to stave off the inevitable. In the meantime, Bradley brought his hand down between her legs after he'd settled back on the bed, and he began languidly circling her swollen clit. She turned her head in his direction, moaning pitifully.

"What is it? Are you close, baby?" Bradley’s tone was taunting.

"Mhm," she whined.

"Too bad."

This went on for several more minutes. He edged them both until they were panting, sweaty, fucked out messes. Until they were entirely sure they couldn't hold on any longer. It was there, she could feel it. Swirling to life deep within her body, a coil just waiting to come unraveled. And Bob wasn't much better off. His dick was pulsing within her, and he was afraid that if he moved again, he'd be done for.

Finally, it was over. Or so they thought. "Alright," Bradley spoke, rising to stand again, "that's enough." And then he was tugging the blindfolds off. He said something in Bob’s ear, which she couldn’t make out, and that prompted him to slip out of her, and her fatigued limbs gave way, causing her to collapse onto the mattress.

Bradley gently grabbed Bob's face, fingers stroking the blushing skin before he ducked forward to kiss him hard. "Rest for a minute, baby," he whispered, before he moved to attend to their girl. Gently, he helped her turn over onto her back, and he smiled down at her. "There you go. Deep breaths, little mama."

She nodded, eyes fluttering shut as she took several deep breaths, calming herself down. He kissed her forehead, and then gave her a few minutes to rest and recollect herself. But that ache was still throbbing between her thighs, and she was so worked up that she was certain she'd come right then and there if he so much as brushed against her bundle of nerves.

Bob settled down beside her, arm slung over her waist as he leaned in to kiss her before letting his head rest upon the softness of her breast. Bradley soon joined them both, keeping his movements slow and gentle. His features had softened, and there was a loving glint in his eyes. As commanding as he was, he still loved them both very much, and took good care of them.

He'd since discarded his sweats, and was now bare against her. She could feel his hardness, and it sparked a new wave of arousal within her. She wanted him inside her. Bradley noticed her demeanor shift, and he smiled as he gazed down at her, watching her squirm.

"What is it, baby?"

"I...I want you to fuck me."

He raised a brow. "Oh really? And where do you want me, hm? In your mouth, or your pussy?" Though he knew the answer, he asked anyway.

"My pussy." She whispered the last word, hiding her face against him at the vulgarity of it.

"A little louder. Where do you want me?" He pressed, and she sighed, pulling back to respond.

"My pussy!"

"Alright then," he simply said, already moving to kneel against the mattress. He got her situated on her back, making sure her head was comfortable against the pillows. He looked at Bob as he spoke again. "You're going to take Bob in your mouth while I'm inside you. Look at him, little darlin’. Look how hard he is.” She did, her eyes falling upon his twitching cock. “I want you to make him come down that pretty throat of yours. If you're a good girl and do that for me, then I'll fill you right up with my own cum," he promised. And he always made good on his promises.

She let out a breath as he spread her apart, revealing her aching, soaked center. With a hum, he trailed his fingers over her swollen lips. "Shit, Bob, you really did a number on her," he spoke. "Bet it won't take long at all for her to fall apart."

He shoved a couple fingers inside her before he finally thrust his dick inside, allowing her wet warmth to swallow him to the hilt. He hissed softly while she squealed, only to be silenced by Bob's cock sliding into her mouth. She moaned around it, welcoming the intrusion.

Between her thighs, Bradley was taking his sweet time, pulling her legs around his waist, making sure he was filling her completely. Then, he began moving. Slow, deliberate thrusts that had her eyes rolling back, moans muffled around Bob.

The aforementioned began thrusting into her mouth, matching the rhythm that Bradley had started. It was so incredibly overwhelming, and she couldn't do anything else but take what they gave her. Through hooded eyes, she watched as Bradley reached forward, grabbing Bob by the back of the neck and pulling him closer, close enough to bring their lips together, kissing him with fervor.

Bob moaned into his mouth, momentarily stilling his hips as he relished in the feeling of his lover's kiss. In the meantime, she reached a trembling hand up, taking hold of Bob's balls, at which he whimpered pitifully against Bradley's mouth.

Bradley pulled back with a grin. "You're not going to last, are you?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"No sir," Bob gritted out, deciding to try his luck again as he began to beg, "please...please let me come."

Bradley smiled again, smug and vaguely wicked. "Not yet," he whispered, eyeing Bob's flushed face, eyes blown, hair mussed, lips swollen. He was a sight to behold, and Bradley was reveling in the control he had over him. Seeing Bob so...undone sent a thrill through his bones.

Bob let out a moan of frustration, pulling back a little. He grabbed her hand, pausing her ministrations. "You keep doing that, I’ll come," he feebly insisted. Then, in a more biting tone, "since Bradley won't let me fucking come."

It was rare that Bob swore, but when he did, there was meaning behind it. This time, the comment earned him a warning tap on his flushed cheek. "Watch your mouth," Bradley gnarled, brown eyes aflame.

Beneath them, she pulled her mouth away from Bob for a moment to catch her breath. Her hand wrapped around his shaft in place of her mouth, lazily stroking him as she struggled to keep her composure. Bradley changed his pace, speeding up a little.

He smiled down at her exhausted form. A genuine, reassuring smile. "You're being such a good little girl for me," he praised, ducking down to kiss her lips, which tasted of Bob. And then, his fingers were at her clit again, and she whimpered against his mouth.

Then he straightened, allowing Bob to slip back into her mouth. She was worked to her breaking point, and then brought back all over again. She throbbed and clenched around him, and could hardly focus on pleasuring Bob. She pulled back, squeezing her eyes shut as she willed yourself not to tip over that edge just yet. She had to wait for permission.

Bradley, too, could feel the molten heat of that impending release begin to pool within him. He got off on controlling her and Bob, and the thrill of doing so brought him closer and closer by the minute. Again, he yanked Bob close, offering a bruising kiss and moaning into his mouth. "Go ahead," he gasped, "come for me." And then he bit down on Bob's bottom lip, hard enough to bruise.

A shudder ran through Bob's very core, and he lowly moaned, "I'm...I'm coming."

Moments later, he was thrusting into her mouth one last time, dick pulsing as his release spilled down her throat. Despite her exhaustion, you swallowed every last drop, knowing this meant that she, too, was going to be allowed a release.

Slowly, Bob pulled out of her mouth, still catching his breath, chest heaving as he fought to do so. Bradley took over, frame hulking over her, fingers moving in rough, quick strokes. Her back was arching off the bed, and she looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to ask permission, but all that came out were pitiful squeaks. Bradley waited until he was nearly there before he spoke the words she'd been waiting for. "Come for me, little mama."

And she did. With a cry, she succumbed to that wave of insurmountable pleasure, her entire body trembling beneath him, hips bucking against his. It seared through her with such ferocity, and Bradley growled at the feeling of her soaking him with the very essence of her orgasm.

Slowly but surely, she came down from the intensity, falling still against the mattress as she struggled to regain her composure. Bradley didn't let up. He continued to work her over until she was begging him to stop, clawing for something, anything, to hold onto as her body was overstimulated. She found Bob's hand then, and she clutched onto it. He watched her, the way she writhed and shuddered, and he watched Bradley, the way he so sensually thrust into her, cock disappearing into that hot, wet heat each time.

And then, he let go, head thrown back in ecstasy as his orgasm flooded his senses. He was so beautiful this way, succumbing to the raw pleasure. He looked...angelic.

She took in the feeling of his cum seeping into her very core, a feeling she'd never tire of. Soon, he fell forward onto her, though he made sure to hold most of his weight with his arms so he wasn't crushing her. He praised her endlessly, and finally pulled out of her. Then he spread her legs, eyes falling to the mess he’d made of her pussy.

"Come watch, Bobby,” he encouraged the other man, and he let his gaze fall where Bradley’s was, a blush creeping to his cheeks. Then, Bradley said, “Push my cum out, little darlin’," and she obeyed, shuddering at the feeling of that warmth dripping out of her.

With a soft smile, he came down to kiss her. "Good girl." He made certain to praise Bob as well, as he always did, giving equal love, care, and attention to both of his darlings.

He reached up to brush his fingers over Bob's cheek. "Let's get you both cleaned up, okay?"

And so it began. Bradley took the time to clean them up, gently and deliberately. He lifted a spent Bob into his arms and carried him to the bathroom, where he gently encouraged him to wait while he went to gather their girl. Soon, Bradley came in with her, and the three of them took a long, hot shower. She was so sleepy by the time it was all said and done that she hardly noticed him drying both her and Bob with soft towels. Bradley even took the time to help them into comfortable clothes, attentive to their every need.

By the time it was said and done, both she and Bob were floating, soft and warm and content as Bradley helped them both into bed. The three of them settled in for the night, wrapped around one another.

She drifted off to the feeling of Bob's arms around her, a whisper of a kiss lingering on her shoulder as he settled against her, and the feeling of Bradley's strong chest pressed against her back, face nuzzled against her neck. Safe, serene, and loved beyond measure.

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Diavolo: "Why exactly is MC covered in bruises?"

Lucifer: "We have mostly tile and wooden floors in the House of Lamentation and they run around in fuzzy socks like there aren't going to be any consequences."

Billy Loomis x Reader (HC)

shy & soft s/o that knows he’s ghostface.

okay this is my first time writing for billy- im sorry if he’s ooc! but i also have my own version of him so i guess he will be ooc sometimes. anyways- i hope ya’ll enjoy! feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

(my versions: stu is not a killer, it’s only billy) 

Not proof read.

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Plaything

pairing: charlie weasley x reader; bill weasley x reader; fred weasley x reader; george weasley x reader

 requested: nope

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, age differences but all characters are 18+, first times, fingering, oral (female receiving), penetration

A/N: Please do not judge me for this. That’s all I ask. I know this is questionable, but the weasley boys?? All of them?? They’re pretty hot and I’d be down to sleep with all of them, just saying. I’ve had this written for months and have just been too scared to post it, but you know what? It’s written, it’s pretty freaking good in my opinion, & I just really want/need to post shit again so hopefully you enjoy this. 

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You were excited to be staying at the burrow again this summer. You had pretty much grown up with the Weasley boys as your parents were friends from their time at hogwarts.

You had also been around to see Ron and Ginny grow up, so all of you were almost like siblings. You got along with all of them really well, and you were an only child so anytime you came to the burrow felt like you were coming home.

You were closest in age to the twins, being only a month or two younger than them, which meant that the three of you were as thick as thieves. There are plenty of stories from your childhood of you three planning pranks…and getting in trouble for them later.

Even though you’re closest to Fred and George, both in age and friendship, you still got along really well with Bill, Charlie, and Percy. Percy could be a bit stuck up at times so you didn’t socialize with him too much, but you did have a good relationship with Bill and Charlie.

In fact, most of your late childhood into early teen years you had a bit of a crush on the two older siblings. It’s bound to happen when they’re cute, older than you, nice to you, and almost always around.

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sequel

Poly!Ghostface x Reader

kinda combining two requests w this one

warnings: mentions of sex, descriptions of murder, character death

This wasn't how things were supposed to go. They were supposed to lure you in, make you trust them, and then take your precious little life. You would be their perfect victim, the star of their sequel.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Neither of them could quite place the shift, but somewhere along the line, they had stopped pretending with you. Naturally, they each placed the blame on each other. Stu swore that Billy went soft, Billy said that Stu was pussy-whipped.

The reality was though, that things were going to plan. Just not their own.

You'd had your eyes on them for a while now, almost a full year. They were just so perfect, so clueless, so easy to trick.

It hadn't been hard to get them, you just had to let them lead, or at least think that they were leading. You knew what they were, and you knew that you could make them think that you were something entirely different.

It was quite simple, really. You placed yourself precariously in their line of fire, let them approach you first, let them feel in control in the bedroom. You played your part quite well, all things considered.

Then, you let a small part of the curtain shift back. Not enough to show your true intentions, but enough to let them know that you were more like them than they had initially thought. After that, you knew that you had them right where you wanted them. They were head over heels for you.

Suddenly, they became far more gentle in bed, a glimmer began to appear in their foolish eyes when they spoke about 'forever'. You couldn't have been happier really. You had two beautiful boys completely under your spell, and soon you would get to know the greatest pleasure that there was to know.

You thought almost constantly about the final day. How would it feel, their blood spilling over your soft hands? Would they scream, beg, plead for their lives? You found yourself stuck between wanting to be merciful and quick and wanting to drag it out, wanting to hear them cry for mercy that would not come.

You wondered if Billy would cry for his mother in his final moments, what a laugh that would be.

-

When the day arrived you were beside yourself with joy. The boys thought that they were coming over only to celebrate your year anniversary together, little did they know.

It was one in the morning when the two of them finally fell asleep. Passed out, half-dressed in your bed, they looked so at peace. You crawled from between them, ecstatic to close their eyes one last time.

Billy was the first to go. You lured him, bleary-eyed and half-awake into the kitchen while Stu snored obnoxiously in bed. You'd promised him hot chocolate, "but I only have two packets left, so we have to get it without waking Stu up."

It was easier than you thought it would be. It took nothing at all to keep him busy with making the hot chocolate, to sneak over and grab a knife, to slip behind him and press the blade to his throat. He thought nothing of it at first, thinking only that this was some game that you were playing, switching roles on him, and he turned to face you. That was when you plunged the knife into his bare stomach to the hilt and twisted.

He cried out in pain and you laughed, showing him the first- and last- genuine smile that he would ever see from you. You watched as he doubled over in pain, driving the knife into his upper back, twisting again.

Once you had him on the floor, you straddled his back, and grabbing him by his hair, you delivered the killing blow. Bringing the knife back down, you drew it across his throat.

Standing, you kicked him onto his back and your face twisted into a wide grin as his lifeless eyes stared up at you, his jaw slack, blood pooling around his corpse.

Your head snapped up as you heard movement from the other room. Stu. You'd almost forgotten him.

Wiping the blood off of your knife, you made your way to the bedroom, where Stu lay sprawled across the bed, still fast asleep.

Walking over, you gently shook his shoulder, waking him up.

"What is it, baby?" His voice came out hushed and mumbling, and you wasted no time in driving the knife deep into his shoulder.

His cries of pain were even sweeter than Billy's had been, and you chose to drag this one out, shushing him as he began to beg for you not to do this. "Please be quiet, I don't want to slip," you hushed as you peeled a spot of flesh from his stomach.

He died slower than Billy, and you had no doubt in your mind that soon one of your nosy neighbors would call the cops, so you were quick to get to work.

Setting up the Ghostface mask by your open window, you turned the knife on yourself, cutting up your arms and leaving a shallow stab in your abdomen. Taking rope, you made it look like you'd been tied up in the kitchen, forced to watch your poor boyfriend die as you struggled free from your restraints.

Then you cleaned your fingerprints off of the knife, and you ran. You ran out the front door and onto the street that your apartment opened onto, screaming bloody murder.

"Help, please, somebody help. He killed them, god please."

Now, this was a sequel.

So u write smut, fluff, out angst?

I write fluff and angst. I’m just not comfortable with smut, sorry.

For someone who is tired 100% of the time, I sure am bad at sleeping.

Does anyone ever force themselves into liking a character from a fandom because their the only ones that anyone writes for from the fandom???

Could I get a Castiel x Fem!Reader fic where she’s a total badass, and kind of like, hates angels, but Cas proves to her that they’re not all bad. Just some angsty stuff with a fluffy ending? Please and thank you.

I love this!! I’ll tag you when it’s up!!

reblog if you’re part of the OUAT fandom

i wanna see how many of us are still alive

reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay

Masterlist  

Out of all the heroes, Eraserhead wasn’t the best one to be hunted by. His quirk made the types of villains who stole cash from grocery stores, or pickpocketed from unsuspecting passers-by into nothing more than someone having a really bad day. One look and their strength vanished, flashy lights were gone, and mind control was no longer effective. 

But you weren’t like those regular villains. 

You were smarter, a master strategist, and could read a room quicker than you can say ‘Eat This!’. You were more cunning, and could never be backed into a corner, physically and emotionally. You’d been caught red-handed stealing and killing by one too many people, and yet had never been taken into custody. 

All that, and yet you had no quirk at all. 

No one knew - god, what would become of you if someone knew? - so instead you placed up a perfect curtain to hide the fact you were quirkless. Making them all think you had some horrible power that is to never be unleashed unless you opponents want to be obliterated wasn’t hard. Gaining the reputation in order to never have to use the non-existent quirk - that indeed was the hard part. 

But you achieved that years ago. Nowadays you were having too much fun evading Eraserhead to worry about building that reputation more. 

“You don’t like making much noise, do you Eraser?” Stretching from your rooftop view, you turned to see him standing on the opposite edge. His capture weapon was poised midair, and he tilted his goggles up to his hairline. 

“You often make too much of it.” he replied drying, stepping down off the building ledge to push his presence closer. “What you did today was way too much. You went too far. And I am not leaving you alone until you’re dead or locked away forever.” 

You watched him carefully. Normally, he didn’t shy away from threats - even if they turned empty - but something about his words today were different. His tone, posture, the way his eyes kept flickering between their normal darkness and their red glow. 

Your lips curled back to bear your teeth in a smile. 

“So those UA kids, they are your weak spot.” 

This was hilarious 😂 🤣

i had an idea…my friends and i say some really outta pocket shit and keep our best sayings in a note called “the dumbassery” so

warnings: dazai’s text is fem!reader, also mentions of attempted suicide bc its dazai

bsd characters react to the dumbassery :D

kunikida:

dazai:

ranpo:

atsushi:

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Hey so I read a while ago a thing on here where they thoroughly explained what would’ve happened if Sam had kept seeing those visions of Lucifer up until the end of the series. And they said how eventually Sam just ignores “Hallucifer” completely. Idk of that makes sense but if it does and you know who posted it or something can you tell me?

Told You

Bill Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Bill introduces his slytherin girlfriend to his family.

Warnings: None that I know of but if you want me to add something just ask

Author's Notes: S/n equals Surname

"Don't be nervous ,love! They'll love you! You have nothing to be worried about!" Bill chuckles while the two of you walk hand-in-hand to the front door of the Burrow.

"I'm a Slytherin, Bill! They hate Slytherins!" You say nervously while looking at the ground.

Bill stops and turns to look at you.

"Hey, it'll be fine. Just be yourself and you'll have nothing to worry about."

"Promise?" You say looking up at him.

"Promise." He says smiling down at you. You two continue to walk up to the door and he reaches his free hand up too rasp his knuckles on the hard wood.

A young girl with long, straight red hair opens the door and her face breaks into a bright smile when she sees her older brother.

"Bill! Your back!"

"Hey there kid! I missed you!" Bill let's go of your hand to hug the girl who you knew was Ginny, the youngest of the Weasley's. Bill told you all about his family and you told him about yours.

To say that you were ashamed of your family was an understatement. They were a bunch of pure-blood supremacists and were ashamed of you for not following them when they became Death Eaters. They were even more furious when you started dating Bill.

Bill ushered you into the house where the rest of the red-headed family resided. Molly jumped up to greet her eldest son.

"Billy! Your here! And you still haven't cut your hair." She adds laughing.

Bill rolls his eyes and you bark out a laugh which causes the rest of his family to look at me, and the twins get a smirk on their faces.

"So our big brother-" "Finally brings home-" "A girlfriend-" "To meet the family" They say back and forth. Ginny gives the two of them a good smack on the head for that, which made Ron chuckle.

"I'm Y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you all." You say with a small nervous smile.

"I'm Molly, dear. It's good to meet you" She says before pulling you into a hug, which you return. She was already showing you more affection then your mother ever did and she's known you for five seconds. How's that for mommy issues?

The rest of the family introduces themselves to you and they are all really sweet to you. Though your still nervous because that sweetness might change the second they find out about your family lineage.

As if reading your mind Arthur Weasley decided to ask you about your past.

"So Y/n, tell us about your family." He asks curiously. While the question was innocent it made you look at your loving boyfriend with worry and he gives you a smile of encouragement.

"Well-um- actually my family is part of the house of S/n" As soon as you say this there are some gasps, some shocked stares and Ron drops the scone that he was eating.

"I'm a Slytherin and my family are followers of You-know-who. But I swear that I'm not like them. I walked away from that life, I promise!" Bill grasps your hand to help ease some of your anxiety.

There are several gut-retching moments of silence before you feel someone grab your hand. You look up to see the sympathetic gaze of Molly Weasley.

"Thank you for telling us ,sweetie. It means a lot that you were honest with us about this." She says giving you a small smile. You look towards the rest of the gingers in the room and they're all giving you a look that says that it will all be okay.

The rest of the night is spent talking and laughing. Ginny talks to you about school, you and Ron bond over your love for food, the twins are fascinated by your stories of messing with your cousins and driving your parents crazy. Molly gushes over your fashions style and you tell her about some old family recipes for different desserts. You tell Arthur about the different muggle knick-knacks that you collected while sneaking out to muggle malls to get away from the stress of your family.

You and Bill sit together at the table while you all eat dinner and you help Molly with the cleaning up, despite Molly's protests.

"Seriously, dear, you don't have to help me with this."

"It's the least I can do after you accept me into your home." You say while drying a plate.

"Us Weasley's are not in the habit of judging people based off of their family history." She says while putting the plate you were just drying into it's correct place in a cabinet.

You two both walk into the living room where the rest of the family is resting. You move to sit next to Bill and he throws an arm around your shoulders. About an hour later people started to go up to their respective rooms to turn in for the night.

"Yeah, Y/n and I are going to crash to. Goodnight everyone." He grabs your hand and pulls you away while you say your goodnights as well.

Before opening the door to his old bedroom he turns to you.

"So how was today?" He asks while pulling you close enough so that your lips are almost touching.

"Yes, it was perfect" He smirks and closing the space and meeting your lips with his.

"UGH!! Gross, at least get into the bedroom before you do that crap!" You two hear and you pull away from the kiss to see Ron and the twins standing there; a look of disgust on Ron's face and a teasing smirk on Fred and George's.

You laugh and apologize before Bill pulls you into his room and closes the door. You giggle as you hear George whistle and Fred say something that sounded like "Get it, Bill!" Followed by a smacks that you assume were from Ginny and the twins muttering something.

"Okay so your family turned out to be fans of mine after all." You say with a grateful smile.

Bill brings you in for another kiss and pulls away to say, "Told you."

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Okay so I wrote this pretty quickly because I thought that I should give y'all something fluffy after the really depressing fic that I posted earlier. Please send in requests!!

Lyn

Can you do one of george weasley where the reader found out that he is a huge bookworm like her?

I hope all the good luck now that you're starting an account here in Tumblr

Thanks for the support! I hope this is what you were asking for!

Warnings: none

George x HouseNeutral!Reader

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You spent most of your time in the Hogwarts library. You had friends but it was really a small group and they’d rather be out and about, where you’d rather be in the library or snuggled up with a blanket and a book by the fire in your house’s common room.

You didn’t have a boyfriend either. You did, however, have a crush. Like a serious crush. Every time he was around you got nervous. Your friends always teased you for it. While you tried to keep it subtle, you were almost positive that he knew you liked him.

Who is he?

George Weasley.

One of the Weasley twins that were always causing some form of trouble around the school. They both always seemed so eccentric and outgoing. The exact opposite of you. Which is why you thought that he would never like you back. 

Oh how wrong you were. 

He could hardly keep his eyes off of you during classes. And, much like with your friends, Fred teased George constantly. And while George would always pull pranks and things he had no idea how to approach you, and probably never would have if he hadn’t seen you in the library.

Your friends had ditched you to do Merlin knows what, and you needed a new book to read since you had just finished your last book. You picked one out and sat at one of the tables. A few minutes later you heard someone sit in the seat across from you but your too immersed in the story to care who. 

Eventually you do look up and see George Weasley sitting across from you. You start to internally freak out wondering what you should do and just decide to ignore him and pretend that you didn’t see him. It’s working pretty well until he decides to talk to you.

“Hey Y/n. Whatcha reading?” He leans forwards on the table. You look up and pause before answering him.

“A-a book?” 

“Yeah okay but what book?” He says chuckling with a smirk.

“Just one I picked up from the muggle section.” 

“Oh cool” He leans back into his chair and you two continue talking.

You both had a lot in common. You two liked a lot of the same books. You were surprised when you found that out, you always figured he cared more about pranks and things over books. Apparently you were wrong. 

You two just sat there and talked about anything and everything until George realized that the library was completely empty. 

“Yeah we should probably head back to our dorms.” You say laughing, you get up from your chair and as you two walk out of the library he stops in his tracks and turns to look at you.

“Um, Y/n, would you like to go on date with me?” George seemed really nervous and you thought that he was working up the nerve to ask you this all night. 

“Y-yes. Of course, I would love to go on a date with you!” You stammer out. 

He smiles at you and takes your hand while you walk back to you dorms and continue to talk about whatever you could think of.

You stop in front of your dorm and he kisses you on the cheek to say goodnight.  You walk into your dorm and collapse on the bed, not really believing that what just happened actually happened.

You eventually roll out of bed and change into your pajamas, then you get back in bed and fall asleep with a smile on your face, thinking about your upcoming date. 

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Ok sorry if that sucked. But I hope you guys liked it!