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letters - billy stebbins x fem!reader

a/n: i'm literally so sorry i abandoned u guys for so long LOL i just have not been party rocking as of late but i'm back!! i will work on requests cuz i have so so many but i just kinda wanted to write this. inspired by this ahs fanfic i read ages ago lolol. fair warning, this is kinda sad!!! also not proofread cuz i lowkey dgaf

you and billy stebbins have been best friends since diapers, and for the first time in your life you're having to navigate everything without him. wc: 3.6k

dear billy,

i keep seeing you everywhere. in crowds on the streets, reflections in shop windows. i can't leave my house anymore without finding bits and pieces of you. i see you in everybody. eyes, smiles, hair. but it isn't you, i know it isn't you. i keep thinking of what things would be like if you'd stayed, maybe if i pushed just a little harder you would've backed out. its been four days now and the grief i feel is unbearable. i know you wouldn't want me to feel this way but it is so hard when life with you is all i've ever known.

dear billy,

we held a funeral service for you earlier today. i sat in the front row with your mom, i held her hand the whole time. people from school came, even the ones you didn't like. i almost got upset with them and told them to leave, that they only cared for you after you were already gone. i bit my tongue though, mostly for your mothers sake. i'm glad it was closed casket because if you saw them i know you would've gotten upset. i wrote out a speech and everything, but when i got to the front of the room all i could do was cry. i don't know how much longer i can go on like this.

dear billy,

i saw your mom again today. she invited me in for tea, and we cried for a long time while sharing stories of you. i don't think you ever realized quite how loved you were. it still feels weird to write that word, were. i keep thinking you'll show up at my door, carrying a bag of jelly sandwiches like you always used to do. maybe this is all a dream, a really fucked up dream.

dear billy,

do you remember that time you snuck through my window with a bottle of cheap vodka, and we drank so much i threw up on the floor? you helped me clean it up despite being just as fucked up as i was, and i spent the rest of the night crying and telling you how there wasn't a word in the dictionary that could describe how sorry i was. you just hugged me. i miss your hugs. you were always so warm. everybody always said you were mean but they didn't know you like i do. or did, i guess. it still stings talking about you in the past tense. there isn't a word in the dictionary that can describe how much i miss you, billy.

dear billy,

its been a month now. it's still hard to sleep knowing i'll wake up in world where you're gone. i visit your mom every week now, sometimes more than once. most of the time we hardly say anything, we just sit there in this weird state of understanding that our lives will never be the same again. i cook dinner with her the way you used to, sometimes we even set a plate out for you. she brought out this photo album the other day, its full of pictures of us. my favorite is one from when we were 7, maybe 8, and we'd fallen asleep while watching some movie on your moms old couch. the green one with all the cigarette burns. we looked so peaceful, resting on each other in our pajamas. you were wearing the pair with the rabbits, i remember they were always your favorite. there was another, this one we were a little younger, and it was the time you fell at the park and scraped your elbow. you were crying and i kissed it better, your mom sat back with her camera and giggled over how cute we were. then we got embarrassed and you said something about me having cooties. when i really focus i can still smell the air from the park that day.

dear billy,

i went to your old job today to pick up the remainder of your things from your work locker. old man lyle gave me a pat on the back, said something about how he was "so sorry, kiddo." i just told him i was sorry too, because i didn't know what else to say. you left behind a pair of jeans and your favorite sweater, the one i got you for christmas a couple years back. i told him to keep your toolbox, your mom and i have no use for it anyway. i hope you aren't mad about that.

dear billy,

i kept your sweater, your mom said i should have it. i fall asleep better when i hold it, but i'm afraid it'll stop smelling like you. i miss you so much sometimes it hurts to breathe. sometimes i question if these letters only make it worse but i don't want you to feel as if i've forgotten you. i will never forget you.

dear billy,

do you remember your 10th birthday, when i got you g.i. joe doll you'd been wanting? you hugged me and told me you'd marry me one day. i guess i no longer had cooties, or maybe you were just so happy that you didn't care anymore. it might be childish, or maybe selfish, but i always thought you'd follow through on that promise. i've spent so much of my life planning my future around you, these days i don't even know what i'll do anymore. long gone are the fantasies of a white dress, a house and a dog. i don't think its possible to love anyone else the way i loved you.

dear billy,

its almost been two months now, and your mom has been losing a lot of weight. i've been coming over every day after work now, making sure she eats something for dinner. i'm trying so hard to be strong for you, and for her. i think you'd be proud of me, or i hope so, at least. i feel like the world is moving but i'm not moving with it, everything feels off-balance without you around. i wish you stayed.

dear billy,

i can't get your face out of my head. every time i close my eyes i see you. i thought it was getting better but something, maybe the weather, has made it so much worse. it hurts so bad, billy. and you aren't here to hold me like you used to. i'm beginning to resent you and it scares me. i don't mean it, you know that.

dear billy,

i'd give anything for just one more night of laying in the bed of your old beat-up truck, the blue one you got from mr. robinson after you fixed it up for him that one summer. you were so excited, you drove right over to my place and called the landline to tell me to come outside. we spent so many days and nights in that truck, looking at the stars, or hitting the drive-in theater. every day i see it in your moms driveway and i choke. some days i want to join you, but i couldn't do that to your poor mother. not yet. i know you'd kill me for thinking this way, and i'm so sorry. it'll pass, i know it will, but as for now i am suffocating.

dear billy,

i know its been a while since i wrote you, but i'm beginning to cry less. i can think of you and its more bittersweet, instead of just bitter. i hope it continues on this way. your mother has joined this support group for the families of deceased walkers. she wants me to come with her, but i feel weird about it. it's silly but it feels like attending might make everything real, as if it isn't real already. for now i'm okay handling this on my own, i think.

dear billy,

its almost your birthday, just a week away. you would've been 20. i've been staying over with your mom here and there, sleeping in your bed. i can feel you in the air, it's comforting. i never realized how many pictures you had of us scattered around your room.

dear billy,

today your mom and i baked a cake, one with jelly filling and 20 candles. we ate in silence, and both of us cried a lot. but the tears weren't all sad, you'd be happy to hear that. we smiled just as much as we cried. it's weird though, celebrating the birthday of somebody who isn't here to see it, especially when you've spent every one together since diapers.

dear billy,

the last day we saw each other you told me "see you later." foolishly, i thought you were right. you held me so tight, i couldn't breathe. you said you were sorry, and i thought maybe it was for the bone-crushing hug but now i know it was more than that. i kissed you before you left, not realizing it would be the last time i would be able to do that. i believed you when you told me you'd win. i think you believed it too. you had the motivation, the preparation, everything. it's so unfair. the drive home from maine was silent except your mom and i's cries. for days i sat in front of the tv. i didn't sleep, i didn't eat. to see you that way fucking killed me, billy. in 19 years of knowing you, i've never seen you that sick. when it finally happened i screamed so loud the entire neighborhood heard. i threw up on my floor just like i did that one time when we were drunk, except this time you weren't here to help me clean it up and hug me until i felt okay again. i sounded like a broken record, the way i kept screaming "no, no, no." i took 2 weeks off of work, but caroline understood. she said the cafe would be okay without me for a little bit. when i finally went back, everybody looked at me in a way that made my skin crawl. i hate the way everybody pities me now, the way they whisper about me when they think i can't hear them. people i'd never spoken to before were telling me how sorry they were, people who didn't even know you. i wanted to spit at them, to tell them to fuck off, but i sucked it up and mumbled some bullshit thanks. if you were here you would've told them to fuck off.

dear billy,

my car broke down today on the way to work. i had to stop by old man lyle's shop, he said something about the alternator being out. when i walked past the bay doors i saw your toolbox, it went to a new guy. he almost looked like you. almost. it made my heart ache. lyle didn't charge me for the repairs, just patted me on the back and told me to "have a great day, kiddo."

dear billy,

its almost halloween. do you remember all of the matching costumes we used to wear? my favorite was always superman and lois lane. i think i'll ask your mom if she can pull out the pictures later. and then there were the two years you claimed we were "too old" to go trick or treating, although we were only 14 and 15. then the next year you finally broke down and said you missed it. i think i'll hand out candy with your mom this year, if we both have work off. i miss eating candy until we made ourselves sick while watching the shittiest slasher films imaginable.

dear billy,

we did hand out candy together, your mom and i. and i even saw two kids that looked like us dressed as lois and clark.

dear billy,

do you remember that time i punched a boy on the playground for you? i don't remember exactly what he said, but i remember it upset you so bad you cried. i gave that kid a bloody nose and the principal called home, but i didn't even care. now that i'm thinking about it, i think he said something about your mom. if i ever saw him now (was his name brandon? maybe bryce?) i'd probably do it all over again.

dear billy,

mr. robinson passed away, i think his daughter said it was a heart attack. she came through the cafe today and ordered a black coffee with a slice of cherry pie. i told her about your blue truck and said he was a good man, she agreed and we left it at that. i tried to spare her the sorries, i know i hate them so so much.

dear billy,

i invited your mom over for thanksgiving this year, she smiled real big and gave me a hug. i miss spending thanksgiving with you. i've always hated my extended family, it was always so much easier to just go across the street and eat dinner with you guys. but having your mom here made it easier, we stuck with each other the whole time. she made a pecan pie, you always loved pecan pie. i used to complain about it being too sweet, but now it might be my favorite. after dinner, i walked your mom back across the street and we talked shit about my aunts and uncles in your kitchen. you would've loved to be there.

dear billy,

i was cleaning my room today when i found an old stuffed animal you got me for valentines day one year, maybe 4 or 5 years ago. it's the rabbit holding a heart with "somebunny loves you!" embroidered in pink. it made me smile.

dear billy,

they set up the christmas tree in town square today, just a couple weeks until it's that time. remember when we used to make fun of people for putting up their christmas decorations so early? at least they waited until after thanksgiving this year. you would've been pleased by that.

dear billy,

i don't know what to get your mom for christmas and you aren't here to give me any ideas. i think i'll get her a new dress or maybe this pretty locket i saw in the window of the retail store downtown.

dear billy,

i couldn't decide, so i bought both. it drained an entire paycheck but she deserves it. i put a picture of you in one side of the locket and left the other side blank, she can decide whatever goes there.

dear billy,

its christmas eve now, and your mom and i are baking cookies. later i'll go home and bake cookies again with my family, but they probably won't be as good. your mom always makes the best cookies. i put the gifts under the tree and she was surprised, she said she didn't expect anything from me but i told her that's silly because of course i would get her something. she hugged me and told me she loved me, i said i love her too. you'd love how close your mom and i have gotten in these past months.

dear billy,

your mom loved the dress and locket. she bought me a very beautiful sweater, i'm wearing it right now. my family got me gifts too, but i think this one is my favorite. i invited her over for dinner tonight, and this time there won't be so many people.

dear billy,

dinner went well. life is beginning to feel almost normal again. it'll never be the same, but it is getting better.

dear billy,

caroline scheduled me to work new years eve, at night! it'll be so busy, but at least it'll give me something to think about other than going into the new year without you by my side.

dear billy,

i just got home from work, and i can't stop thinking about the first new years kiss we ever shared. we were 16 and your palms were so sweaty when you grabbed my hand i couldn't help but giggle. you got insecure and i told you it was cute. it was.

dear billy,

its that time of year again. they've just announced that applications for the walk are open again, and i can't stop shaking. i feel so nauseous at the idea of another group of mothers who are about to lose their sons, people who will lose the one they love the most, boys who will lose their lives before they've gotten a chance to even live them all because of a system that's told them it is their duty. it's so unbelievably fucked.

dear billy,

they opened a new bookstore in town, i wish you were here to see it. you would've liked it a lot. its very cozy, and i'm thinking i might quit my job at the cafe and try to work there. i feel bad leaving caroline, but i've worked there for so long and i don't think i can handle waiting tables anymore. i wanna be in a place that reminds me of you. i could see myself working at a bookstore, and i bet you could too.

dear billy,

i turned in my two weeks notice today. caroline looked sad but she understands, i told her i'll still come by to visit her. its the only cafe in town, after all. i got an interview at the bookstore and they said i'm hired. i'm so excited, billy! no more waitress uniform! although you always said i looked cute in it.

dear billy,

i started at the bookstore today, and my boss is very nice. its such a calm environment compared to caroline's. for lunch i brought a jelly sandwich, and it almost felt like you were there with me.

dear billy,

i saw a white rabbit run across my backyard this morning, it stopped for a second and we looked at each other before it scampered away. i'm choosing to believe it was you. it's weird, i never saw white rabbits around here before you died, but now i see them everywhere. maybe its because i'm looking for them now, but i like to think you're sending them to me as an "i love you."

dear billy,

its almost time for valentine's day and there have been a lot of customers at the bookstore as a result. it's fun, though. i used to loathe busy days at the cafe but now i almost look forward to them. i like talking to people about books, recommending them your favorites. every copy of alice in wonderland i sell brings a smile to my face.

dear billy,

sorry i haven't written you about your mom in a while, but she's doing very well. as well as she can without you, of course. we've been working on a new scrapbook in our free time, it's all pictures of us. the book itself is purple, your favorite. if you were here you'd call it corny but i know you'd love it.

dear billy,

one month until the walk. they announced the names of the boys quite a while back but i didn't pay attention. i just keep thinking of you, and how you were so excited when you got your acceptance letter. you told me first, before your mom. i cried so hard i thought i was dying, and you just held me close and told me everything was gonna be okay. you were gonna finally meet your dad. i got your shirt all wet with tears and i felt bad. i tried to tell you not to go, to think of your mom, to think of me. you were so sure you were gonna win, it just went in one ear and out the other. i love you billy, i said it so often but i wish i said it so much more. its cruel how you rarely think about these things until the person is already gone. i love you, i love you, i love you.

dear billy,

next week it'll have been exactly one year since i lost the love of my life. i asked my new boss, sheryl (i just realized i never told you her name! sorry.) for the day off. she said of course, and i still don't know how i'll spent it. whatever i do it'll be with your mom, though.

dear billy,

tomorrow is the day. i've been too upset to even eat. i miss you so much and i can't believe it's been a whole year already.

dear billy,

your mom and i left flowers at your grave today and made your favorite dinner. i'm a little too drunk now and i'm writing this from the bathroom, but i can't stop thinking about the night we ditched prom early and drove around town in our fancy clothes. we pulled over at that huge cornfield, and turned the speakers in your truck up so loud as we danced in the moonlight. we kept stepping on each others toes and we couldn't stop laughing. you told me how pretty i looked and i told you to shut up, then you told me to "shut up more." i said thats not how that works, and you just kissed me. i'd do anything to kiss you again, billy, but i'll never get to. i should go before your mom thinks i choked on my own vomit in here, but i miss you so much. i love you.

[sundrop-writes]

Double Stuffed

Sub!Ray Garraty x Sub!Fem!Reader x Dom!Pete McVries

Summary:

Pete hates sharing a wall with Stebbins. The guy gets up too early, works out too loudly, and is generally damn annoying. Luckily for him, one night that close proximity comes in handy. On a night when Stebbins kicks you out of bed for a very petty reason, Pete and Ray happen to be right there to swoop you up and give you just the kind of comfort you need.

Dom!Pete McVries x Sub!Fem!Reader x Sub!Ray Garraty. Friends with Benefits. Smut/PWP. Set in the 70s College AU.

Word Count: 12,700

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: the reader is referred to as a ‘woman’, has breasts and a vagina, and uses she/her pronouns (but as with most of my fics, the primary pronouns used are you/yours); the reader is described as wearing a dress and being generally feminine; the reader’s looks are not described in any major way - the reader’s hair colour, race, eye colour, weight, etc. are not described; this takes place in my 70s College AU - so all the boys live in a house together and it’s not the modern era; background Billy Stebbins x reader - the basis of this fic is the reader being in a sexual relationship with Billy Stebbins and experiencing a rejection from him, and Billy is insistent that he is not the reader’s boyfriend (their relationship is purely a sexual one); everything that happens in this fic is consensual - there are mentions of Billy having ‘rules’ for the reader and doing things such as spanking her, and it is all consensual and enjoyed; established Gavries - Pete and Ray have been dating before the fic begins (and it’s mentioned that they had sex right before the fic) (mentions of bottom Ray and top Pete); mentions of smoking weed (not done by any of the main characters in the fic); it’s implied that the reader has a sweat kink (and so does Pete); Stebbins calls the reader ‘babe’ (might not be accurate slang for the time but I can’t think of anything else fitting); the reader slaps Stebbins during an argument (this is one of my favourite fictional tropes, I can’t help it - it brings the drama); Stebbins is likely OOC in this, but we need a villain for the drama; clothes sharing (a mention of the reader wearing one of Ray’s shirts) - I know I said I hate this trope but Ray is one of the only fictional men whose shirts would fit me, so let me have this ONCE. JUST ONCE 

For the actual smut (which is most of the fic lmao) - threesome (duh), there is no specifically outlined roles, but Pete is more dominant, and Ray and the reader are more submissive; accidental voyeurism - Pete has listened to Stebbins and the reader fuck multiple times before because they have adjoining rooms; mild food kink (Ray eats Oreo crumbs off the reader’s breasts but it’s not a centric moment); breast worship - from Ray towards reader (Ray is a tiddy guy and I will take no questions); mild objectification kink (the reader is turned on by the idea of being ‘a prize to be won’); Pete calls the reader ‘pretty girl’, and ‘sweet thing’, and ‘babydoll’; hair pulling (towards Ray, from both reader and Pete); something similar to subspace is described (for Ray first and then the reader) but it’s not explicitly labeled that); implications of Ray have a puppy kink and a humiliation kink; vaginal and anal fingering (reader receiving); finger sucking - from Pete toward Ray; PROTECTED SEX THIS TIME!!! They use condoms, YAY!!; HOWEVER there is discussion of having a kink for unprotected sex and creampies (I couldn’t help myself); double penetration - the reader receives vaginal and anal sex from Ray and Pete at the same time; (also mentions of punishment anal - between Stebbins and reader, but again, all consensual); mentions of Ray having some insecurities about his body BUT the reader says that she loves his body type (and it’s a passing moment); praise kink - a lot of verbal priase from Pete (and Ray) towards the reader, including the use of ‘good girl’; oral - from Ray towards reader AND oral from reader towards Pete (mentions of deepthroating, but no descriptions of breath restriction or choking); snowballing - aka kissing with someone’s cum in your mouth (between Ray and reader with Pete’s cum in her mouth); I think that’s it. I hope you guys enjoy the fic!

Notes: WARNING - there is a small kind of 'plot hole' with this fic. I said that Stebbins is 'disgusted' by the reader having pubic hair, but if this did actually take place in the 70s, bushes were popular then, and that likely wouldn't happen. I just wanted him to be an asshole about something that would actually be forgivable, and that was just what I came up with in the moment. Also, this fic might not make total sense unless you read my Kink Headcanons for these characters, where I discuss (what I believe to be) Stebbins's sexual habits, and how he would be more emotionally distant in an effort not to get emotionally attached. So you could say that he just lied about being disgusted by bushes because he was looking for an excuse to get into a fight because he doesn't want to get emotionally attached... in that case, there's layers. Also, I have considered (forcefully) putting Stebbins in the cuck chair as atonement for his crimes. We can discuss this further, and decide as a jury of peers if this needs to happen (especially because I feel like Stebbins would hate the cuck chair - he would hate not being in control, and it would be such a good punishment for him). Also also if you can't tell while reading this fic, I am obsessed with Pete's voice and Ray's hands. And no, I will not apologize.

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Usually, Pete loved the afterglow of sex. 

The time after sex was one of his favourite things - right up there along with sex. If prompted, he would say that his favourite things in life were: cooking, eating a large meal that he had made, having vigorous sex with a partner who had the same libido as him, and basking in the glow after sex when he got to cuddle with his partner. That time when he got to laugh and talk about nothing and everything with them. Fuck, he really loved cuddling. Being with Ray made all those things better, and usually, at this time of night, especially on a Saturday, he would be enjoying one of those things - but of course, one of his many roommates just had to go and ruin it for him. 

He had been waiting in bed for Ray to return - it wasn’t uncommon for Ray to crave a snack after a particularly over-zealous session, his body worked up and craving the extra calories. And while Pete had offered to go and ‘whip him up something quick’ (which could mean anything from a grilled cheese to an entire quiche, even at this time), Ray insisted that he would grab a snack and ‘be right back’. He was excited because he had hidden some good snacks from the other guys and he wanted to eat them before Hank and Art got to them on one of their stoner binges where they cleared out the cupboards. For two skinny guys, they could put away a lot when they got the munchies. 

Pete’s cock was softening and he was getting nicely sleepy, enjoying some soft jazz at a low volume coming from his record player in the corner that Ray had turned on before he snuck downstairs. It was a peaceful, wonderful post-nut atmosphere to relax in. But then - then came the yelling. 

“God - you are such an asshole! You’re such a fucking hypocrite, Billy!” 

Pete recognized your voice immediately. Sharing a wall with Stebbins meant that your voice had become ultimately familiar to him. He had known you for a while now, and he had taken an interest in you pretty much instantly upon seeing you - anybody would. You were fucking gorgeous. He was more than surprised when you seemed unreceptive to his flirting at a party and instead went upstairs with Billy Stebbins. Yeah, Stebbins was stereotypically attractive, but you could do a lot better than a guy like him. 

It shocked Pete when it became more than a one time thing. You had been visiting the house with a growing frequency, mostly to sleep with Stebbins. Well, ‘sleep with’ was the wrong term. Pete was sure that you almost never slept in Stebbins’s bed. He had some weird policy about girls never being allowed to stay overnight - something about it ‘messing up his training regime’. (He whined about needing to get the proper amount of sleep, and not being able to do that with someone else in his bed.) But truly, Pete thought that he was afraid that cuddling would make him weak. He was afraid of getting attached. It was the same reason that he never hugged you, and never kissed you on the mouth. 

Most times, he practically kicked you on the curb with a boot print on your ass while you were still rushing to straighten your clothes. It was all a little rude in Pete’s eyes. And it’s why he never fully understood why you kept coming back for more. Yes, he heard the way the walls shook when the guy made you cum, but anybody could do that. Other than that, he treated you like just the way you had phrased it - a huge asshole. He kicked you out of bed before the sheets could get cold, he never said anything nice to you, and he never walked you home. 

Pete was always tempted to say something, but he wasn’t sure if it was his place to. 

“Hypocrite? I am not! I groom myself on a regular basis, I-!” Stebbins argued, his words soon cut off by your voice butting in once again. 

“Yeah, and I’ve fucked you plenty of times before when you’re sweaty and covered in mud from your stupid little drill practices!” 

Sharing a wall with Stebbins meant that most often, Pete was subjected to two things: the obnoxious grunting of the tall blond doing push-ups on his bedroom floor when he woke up at five in the morning, and the even louder, more obnoxious sounds of him having sex when he had one of his hook-ups over. Stebbins never felt the need to keep quiet or reign it in, or even turn on music to drown out the sounds of sex. He was never ashamed of having very loud sex. 

But the yelling - that was definitely new. 

“Because you said you like it! You practically begged to suck on my balls without me taking a shower first! Don’t lie now, babe - you like me sweaty and gross.” Stebbins’s voice was sharp and whiny, and though Pete knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, the conversation was intensely difficult to ignore. 

‘You like me sweaty and gross’ rang in Pete’s head like a siren, and he felt himself getting hard again. He tried to will it down. He had a very hard time not picturing you on your knees in front of him, mouthing along his own sweaty balls after he played a game of pick-up basketball with Parker. 

That lovely mental picture was disrupted by more yelling. 

“It’s not my fault you barely make time to shower after playing military man!” You argued dully, sounding caught. 

“Playing?” Stebbins scoffed harshly in return. “ROTC is a serious-!” 

“You play in the mud with fake guns all day trying to impress your stupid daddy!” 

Ouch. Low blow. Pete wondered what Stebbins had done to deserve it. 

“God you’re such a whiny bitch! Are you PMSing?” Of course, Stebbins responded in kind rather than trying to wind the situation down calmly. “Should I check and make sure you didn’t get blood on-?!” 

A harsh slap resounded through the air, more than palpable, even through the walls. Pete held his breath - it was a sound he had heard before, but it was usually followed by your moaning, deep in the throes of pleasure. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to go over there. He was relieved when he heard Stebbins groan in pain. (There was that unbalanced, slightly sexist thing that said it was okay for Stebbins to get slapped and not you, but hell - the guy could defend himself.) 

“Ow!” Stebbins said, clearly playing it up and being dramatic. “You know what? Get out! We’re not doing this tonight!” 

You let out a harsh laugh. “Oh what, did you want me to cry over losing your prize of a dick?” 

“You can fucking cry somewhere else-” Stebbins grumbled, a bit quieter, clearly having no real argument. If him kicking you out was a threat where he wanted you to respond with an apology and beg to stay, then he had to follow through. 

There was the distinct sound of his bedroom door being ripped open, and Pete couldn’t help himself - he needed to see what happened next. 

He raced to shove on a nearby pair of pants, finding them a bit loose on his hips and quickly realizing that they were Ray’s (he had gone off in just his boxer briefs and a tee shirt). He rushed to tighten the string enough and make sure they were right on his hips, hoping that his partially hard cock wasn’t too obvious as an outline in the grey sweats as he moved toward his own bedroom door. He was still shirtless, but he didn’t care. He was going to walk to the bathroom to further eavesdrop on the conversation, and maybe talk to you on your way out, maybe offer to actually walk you home like a gentleman. 

Lucky for him, Ray was just coming up the stairs (his arms full with a bounty of junk food for the two of them to share) and they naturally met in the middle of Pete’s open doorway while you burst into the hall. 

“I can’t fucking believe you!” You screamed, pointing an accusing hand at Stebbins, who was still lingering in the room, unseen. “It’s the most sexist, stupid, petty thing-!” 

“Sexist? Stupid?” Stebbins chuckled in return. “That’s big coming from the bimbo who practically begged me to-” 

“Shut up!” You yelled, cutting him off. 

Pete felt too eager for him to finish that sentence, felt hungry for more of your secrets now. (Even though, with all the late nights he had spent on the other side of that wall, he had discovered quite a few that he had held onto…) 

Immediately, Pete noticed your state of undress. The front section of your dress was open, unbuttoned, revealing a black lace bra that had been pulled down, just barely revealing the edges of your nipples, and your neck was covered in harsh marks that surely would have bloomed into hickies in a few hours. Your lipstick was smudged and your hair was messy, and you were missing shoes. Your black tights had rippling runs down the thighs, as though the material had been clawed at, especially near your center. He couldn’t see it with the skirt of your dress covering you, but there was a large hole in the middle of your tights, leaving you open to the air where you weren’t wearing any panties. 

You were a mess, but you didn’t seem to care who saw you - and if you had been eager to have sex before, that eagerness had definitely been disrupted. You were glaring at Stebbins with your arms folded, hell in your eyes, unintentionally enhancing your cleavage with this pissed off stance. 

“Just - you’ve never had a problem with it before.” You sighed quietly. “You’re been an asshole for no reason-” 

“No, I specifically told you to clean that shit up before the next time.” He argued, snippy and petulant in a way that made Pete want to slap him for himself. 

“I thought you were joking.” You ground out, rolling your eyes. 

“I don’t joke, babe.” He sighed, sounding far too satisfied, leaning into the doorway, revealing that most of that lipstick was smeared over his torso. “And I don’t want fucking rugburn on my face. Get your shit together or I’ll find someone else to keep my dick warm. It’s that simple.” 

He had a smug look on his face that was appearing increasingly punchable, and Pete couldn’t take that he was threatening you like this, holding this over your head - as if his dick was truly somehow that precious. 

Wait - rugburn? 

Holy fuck. 

Was he seriously complaining because you hadn’t shaved? 

Pete cast Ray a sideways look, and the redhead immediately mouthed ‘what the fuck’. Both of them were clearly on the same mental wavelength: that Stebbins was being immature, and incredibly stupid. Especially to pass up having sex with you for such a petty reason. 

“You are such an asshole!” You screamed at him, your frustration mounting, unable to find any better words. 

“Whatever.” He sighed. “Goodnight.” 

Pete was more than shocked when Stebbins closed the bedroom door in your face, no more ceremony or thought to it. This left you in the hallway in a state of vulnerable undress, Stebbins seemingly uncaring about whether you got home safely or not. You let out a harsh scoff, shaking your head in disgust. Then, dawning came over your face and you banged harshly on the door. 

“I need my shoes! And my purse!” 

The door cracked open again, and the items were tossed toward you without a word, tumbling out past you without grace. Your purse even spilled some of the contents, and Pete couldn’t help but to notice that a few condoms fell onto the floor from your mess of belongings, among things like make-up and a small notebook with some pens. 

“Fucking hell.” You sighed, and you fell to your knees, trying to clean up the mess. 

Pete looked to Ray and again, and with a single nod, they had an understanding. Ray retreated back into the bedroom and left the door open, and he began tidying the bed, putting the snacks off to the side for later while Pete knelt down to help you. 

“Bad night?” He posed, trying to be as gentle as possible - purposefully positioning himself as the opposite of Stebbins, who was almost always overbearing. 

He began helping you gather your things, and the embarrassment finally hit you when you looked up at him and saw nothing but softness and sweetness in his eyes. That, paired with his obvious attractiveness and his rippling shirtless torso - it made you feel like even more of a mess in his presence. 

When his gaze flickered down your breasts, your cleavage more than shown off with the state you were in, you rushed to hold your dress together. You didn’t hate that he was looking, you just hated that you hadn’t even thought about how bare you were. You shuddered under the attention, feeling a lustful heat rise up in you once again - one more intense than when Stebbins had been touching you, brought on by nothing more than a wordless look from Pete McVries. 

“I - I’m sorry.” You mumbled out. “You shouldn’t have ringside seats to my freakshow. This is all so bothersome-” 

“It’s not a bother.” Pete assured you, letting out a gentle, smooth laugh - one that easily carried away your anxiety. 

“You’re sure?” You posed. 

He nodded. 

He handed you back your now refilled purse, and you both rose to a standing height, you still awkwardly holding your dress closed as he made it a point to stare into your eyes. 

“You know, usually that’s the part I like.” He said, confusing you for a moment before he continued. “Your freakshow. I like my ringside seat. I like the way you sound.” 

It was something so simple - such a simple set of words that sent a chill through your body, had slickness forming between your thighs, wet and slippery against nothing but your own flesh - that hole in your tights a gaping reminder of what you had been denied, what you wanted so badly. The no underwear thing was another one of Billy’s ‘rules’. A part of the game that the two of you played. 

With the lustful look in Pete’s eyes, it was only then that it truly occurred to you. He had heard you before. With his bedroom being right up against Billy’s, it meant that he had heard you being fucked so many times before. He likely knew what you liked, knew how you liked it. He could unravel you without even trying. 

“I-” You started, unsure what to even say, and luckily, Pete didn’t let you struggle for even a moment before he continued. 

“See - the part that bothers me is when he treats you like shit afterwards.” Pete added on, that rumbling sweetness so ripe in his voice, the words wrapping around you like a blanket, causing gooseflesh to perk up all across your skin. 

You shrugged. “It’s just sex, it’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything.” 

“That don’t mean the art of being a man gotta to be lost on him.” Pete said, disgust seeping into his voice. “A woman like you should be cherished - girlfriend or not.” 

The words hit you hard. And just then, to drive the point home, Ray appeared in the doorway once again, giving you equally sweet eyes, holding a distinctive blue package in hand. 

“You wanna share some Oreos with us?” He asked, his tone all too casual. “Double stuffed.” 

Pete rolled his eyes at the stupid, dirty joke, and heat flared in you at how casually he threw out the double entendre. 

“Double stuffed?” You posed, hoping that you weren’t mistaking his meaning as a flood of filthy images came to mind. 

“Excuse him.” Pete sighed. “He can be a bit… forward. He gets eager when he sees something he likes.” 

Ray let out a laugh at this, and you bit your lip, far too flattered. 

(That had not been your previous experience with Ray - someone who usually wouldn’t look you in the eye. You were curious what was different now.) 

“But - me and Ray do like to share.” Pete added on easily, the words so smooth coming from his lips, just a hint of flirtatious lust floating out with that natural sweetness he always carried. 

Your eyes were glued to the floor in contemplation, imagining all the ways it could have gone, imagining all the positions you could have ended up in. Naturally, he mistook it for shyness, believing he had gone a step too far. 

“If you don’t want to, I can show you to the bathroom to clean up, and then I can walk you home. No problem.” Pete told you, giving you a gentle, honest smile. “But just so you know - Ray and I like to cuddle.” 

You let out a nervous laugh, the offer sounding more and more appealing by the second. 

You had always found both of them attractive, but you never thought that anything would ever come from it. Even if it was taboo and not something you would ever say aloud, you always thought that they were for each other, not for girls. You thought that was something unspoken about them. (You had always interpreted Pete’s flirting and calling you ‘pretty girl’ as him just being nice.) But god, being shared between them… that would be a dream come true. One of your most secret, filthy dreams. You had no clue how Billy had managed to room with so many guys who were so insanely attractive. Sometimes you made a habit of flirting with Harkness for fun just because he was so cute and so shy about it.

“Can I ask you something?” You said, gently letting go of the hold on your dress, exposing yourself to their eyes once more. You become hot and ego-inflated at the way Ray’s eyes eagerly drank your cleavage in, like he was seeing a beautiful oasis in a desert for the first time. 

“Of course.” Pete said, glancing over and seeing the glazed over, ‘tiddy obsessed’ look in Ray’s eyes and knowing that the question had gone right through his ears. 

“What wall is your bed on?” You posed, gently biting your lip. 

“Oh, don’t worry-” Pete began. 

“I wanna piss him off.” You said, giving a wicked grin, cutting off Pete’s assurances that Billy wouldn’t hear you from his side. “I wanna make him really regret kicking me out.” 

Pete let out a chuckle at this. 

… 

Naturally - Pete moved his bed. 

Watching him heave it to the other side of the room like it was nothing, his shirtless torso flexing, had you even wetter. When Ray stepped in to help, Pete shooed him off with a grunt. 

So he shrugged and opened the package of Oreos, reaching over to feed you one. You bit it in half, and some crumbs fell down onto your breasts and you were surprised with the eager, unshy way that Ray leaned down and began mouthing off your tits to ‘clean’ them. It was something that had you giggling as you only became hotter. He was someone who usually wouldn’t even talk to you unless he was drunk, now freely drooling across your cleavage. Something about Pete’s room, and Pete’s presence in general made him feel bold. You were more than eager to see more of this side of Ray. 

By the time they peeled off your clothes completely and ushered you into the bed, your wetness had spread across your inner thighs, sticky across your cunt lips and the untrimmed pubic hair that Stebbins had been so loudly complaining about. You were more than ready for them. 

“God damn.” Pete sighed, running a hand down the front of your body where you now laid between them, teasing you with his fingertips, causing you to shiver with anticipation in the wake of his touch. “We are fuckin’ lucky tonight, Ray.” 

It was wonderfully intense, feeling Ray’s plush, hot body pressed into your side with one of his arms eagerly tight across your stomach, almost possessive, while Pete straddled one of your thighs with his own muscled legs, hovering over you, so clearly in control, but not demanding anything from you. Both of them were still mostly dressed - Ray wearing a tee shirt and boxer briefs and Pete wearing those grey sweats that he had come out into the hall with. 

You were the only one truly naked and bared, and you felt like a goddess in their eyes. You felt so perfect being lavished with their attention. 

Ray hummed in agreement, still eagerly mouthing at your tits, glad to get his mouth on you in this relaxed position. He was a pure contrast to Pete - where Pete was patient and soft and slow, Ray was clearly eager to devour you, not holding back or shy to show enthusiasm to have you in the bed. He gave a particularly harsh suck to your now swollen nipple as he popped off, already looking delightfully lust drunk, his expression so cute and hazy, his lips still hanging open. His cock was straining against his boxer briefs and leaving a wet spot where he was leaking furiously against the front, so turned on just from lavishing on your tits. 

He gave a heady grin toward Pete before he spoke. 

“Usually I hate it when we have to deal with Stebbins’s fuck-ups, but this is pure fuckin’ gold.” 

“Maybe it’s karma.” Pete theorized. “Payback for all the times we took care of his bullshit.” 

“And everyone else’s bullshit.” Ray mumbled, descending back down to your breast, kissing along the roundness of the flesh, giving a heavy moan like he couldn’t get enough. 

A thrill went through you at the way they talked about it - talking about you like you were a mindless prize, like you were an object that they had won in some competition over Stebbins. And in a sense, that was true. It was a far cry from how Stebbins usually treated you. Like you were a dumb whore (which, sometimes was a fun part of the game). Treating you like nothing more than a mindless hole to fuck, something for his pleasure (which could be thrilling in its own way, and convenient when you needed to get off) - but it often meant that your pleasure wasn’t much of a priority to him. 

Being awed over, being treasured… this was definitely new. 

“You enjoyin’ yourself, pretty girl?” Pete asked, his lips hovering just barely over your mouth, causing the words to rumble across your skin in the most perfect way. 

You nodded eagerly, and Pete smiled. 

“Come on, tell me.” He said. “Tell us. We wanna hear.” 

“Definitely enjoying myself.” You replied, your voice already breathy when they had barely touched you. “Fuck - I love it.” 

“Oh, sweet thing. We’ve barely even started.” Pete replied, edging on a moan, causing you to bite your lip. 

Pete kissed you, a wonderful, firm attention on your mouth, and you moaned into it, loving the feeling. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed this simple form of intimacy after months of Billy’s ‘no kissing’ rule. Now you were soaking up the feeling, enjoying the softness of his lips as his fingers skimmed across your inner thigh, continuing to tease you. 

Ray’s hand had raised up from your waist, obsessively groping your tit, he let out another loud, needy moan as he fed your other nipple into his own mouth, the sound vibrating around the flesh. It was something that had you squirming and sighing with delight into Pete’s mouth. Even with your eyes closed, you definitely didn’t miss it when Ray started grinding his cock into your hip, using eager, stiff movements, clearly trying to get off. 

“Ray, Ray-” Pete called out, a gentle tone of warning in his voice, clearly trying to get Ray’s attention. “Ray.” 

Pete sighed in scolding and took his hand off your thigh, moving the touch over to Ray’s head, weaving his hand so comfortably, so knowingly into that bright red hair and pulling Ray off your tit. He used just enough force to be effective, firm and decisive. The move caused you to let out a mild sound of disappointment as cool air rushed over the coating of spit that Ray had left across your skin, but you couldn’t be upset for long. 

You absolutely loved the beautifully dumb, fucked out look on his face - his glassy eyes and the way his lips were now so swollen, still gaped as if missing you there, waiting for your tit to fill his mouth once again. He was so sweet and stupid as he stared up at Pete. 

“What?” Ray asked, his voice entirely ragged even though this had barely started. 

(You didn’t have it in your head that Pete and Ray had fucked earlier that night, and holding back moans while Pete was deep inside of him had already worn on Ray’s vocal cords.) 

“Come on, be a gentleman.” Pete sighed, scolding softly, racking his fingers through Ray’s hair in a way that was downright sweet. Ray let out another gentle moan, leaning into the touch. “This is about her, not about you getting off on her body like some damn dog. Get it together, Garraty.” 

You felt Ray’s cock twitch against you, and you had a feeling that he liked being called a dog. That he liked being scolded a little. You would keep that one in your back pocket for later. 

Pete removed his hand from Ray’s hair, and Ray’s lips flexed into a frown. You could tell he was a little embarrassed. Embarrassed that he had been so caught up at the sight of your bare tits, his eagerness to touch you that he hadn’t been employing any skill - that he hadn’t thought to ask what you might want and might like before he had dove right in, selfish and blind with his own pleasure. 

“Pete.” You said, forcing his eye back to you as he soothed his touch down Ray’s neck and shoulder, petting him, clearly trying to soothe some of that embarrassment away. “I liked it. It’s sweet. I haven’t had a guy so eager to suck on my tits in a long time.” 

Any other time, you would have thought of it as brutish and immature, but it seemed so damn endearing coming from Ray. You would let him suck on your tits and help your leg for hours if he wanted to. You liked seeing him so eager, so empty-headed. 

Ray shoved his face into your neck, trying to hide, his face beating red with blood, so damn warm against your skin. You combed your fingers through his hair, liking that he was like a sweet little puppy - wanting to be reassured and petted in the process. You never would have guessed that he would be like this in bed, but you loved it. 

“He is a tiddy man.” Pete chuckled. “You’re gonna have to start wearing turtlenecks around him from now on.” 

“Maybe I’ll buy a habit.” You said, referring to the full coverage outfit that Nuns wore. “The staring was bad enough before-” 

“You noticed?” Ray croaked, his voice quiet, slightly muffled by your skin, still adorably humiliated. 

“It was kind of hard not to, sweetie.” You replied, trying hard to hold back laughter. 

Ray was shy enough that he had a hard time looking you in the eyes before, but it meant that he spent a lot of time with his eyes stuck on your breasts. You didn’t think that it meant he was specifically attracted to you - you thought he was just bad at hiding his fascination for breasts. Especially when you wore lower cut tops, and especially when he was drunk. 

“I told you.” Pete sighed, sounding so utterly self satisfied. “You’re no subtle, Garraty. You’re cute, but you’re sure as hell not subtle.” 

You felt Ray let off a whine into your skin. 

You loved the thought that they had talked about you before. It made you even wetter as the ego boost hit you. 

“Come on, baby.” Pete said, giving a gentle tap to Ray’s cheek, pulling his attention once again. “Let’s show the pretty girl a good time.” 

Before you could theorize what he meant by this, Pete grabbed Ray’s hand and guided it between your thighs, encouraging you to spread your legs - which you did, more than eager to accept them. Your knees were wide, comfortably resting on the roundness of Ray’s stomach on one side and hooked over Pete’s muscled thigh on the other. 

You felt like the luckiest girl on earth, getting to be between them. 

In a quick moment, Ray’s thick fingers were dipping down into your folds, eagerly poking at your entrance, two thick fingers moving to fill you up. Fuck - his hands were so big. So big and warm and so perfect. Meanwhile Pete slicked his fingers up with some of your wetness and began playing with your clit - slow, agonizing, teasing moments that had you breathless. It was a perfect, wordless harmony between the two of them, no real communication needed as they moved perfectly in sync.

Ray’s middle fingers slipped inside of you slowly, like he was truly indulging in your wetness and your tight warmth. Feeling every inch of you, like he would have with his cock. A moan vibrated through his chest like he was experiencing true pleasure just from pushing his fingers inside of you, and you knew that he must have been imagining that it would be like to fuck you, imagining your heat and tightness around his dick. 

Pete began to rub slow, barely there circles on your clit that had your whole body lighting up, eager for more. He grinned, not even concealing his satisfaction as you let out small gasps and angled your hips into their touches, clearly needy. They were so perfectly in sync, both knowing exactly what to do, and you soon realized that Ray had his eyes locked with Pete, Ray’s head laid on your chest, Pete smirking at him while still hovering above you, propped up with his other arm beside your head. They spoke volumes of silent conversations with their eyes, and it made you wonder how many nights they had spent in bed together; made you wonder if they had ever shared a girl like this before. 

“Such a pretty pussy.” Ray sighed, sounding so wrecked, so deeply convicted in lust. 

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier one.” Pete easily agreed, winking at you in a way that almost made you recoil in shyness. 

It was nothing like the way Billy ever treated you. He pinned you down and fucked you hard and fast, forcing the breath out of your lungs. He did always make you cum - and he made you cum hard, but it was so different than being treasured like this. It was so different when these boys were acting like you were a wonder to explore… acting like your pleasure was a prize to behold, not just a collateral happening next to their own. 

“You like that?” Pete asked, an edge of taunting on his voice. “You like having your pretty pussy touched? All sweet ‘n slow?” 

He was affirming that you were enjoying yourself, seeking your consent, but he was fishing for something more. Wondering if you were missing that roughness Billy always gave you, or wondering if this did it for you too. (He should be able to tell by the overwhelming wetness under his fingers, but of course - you were going to tell him.) 

“Fuck - ah. Fuck yes,” You breathed out in return, your nails gently digging into Ray’s shoulder, your other hand reaching out and grabbing onto the glory of Pete’s bicep where it led down to your pussy, still stroking your clit in agonizingly slow touches. 

Pete grinned at you, and gave you another sweet, simple kiss on the lips. 

“You’re so fuckin’ wet.” Ray moaned, seemingly more to himself than to you, seemingly amazed by it, like he couldn’t believe how abundant and free flowing it was around his fingers. He was fascinated by the feeling of your pussy, loving how soft and silken it was - driving his fingers in a big sharper, causing a wet sound to radiate out, proving his point. 

“Your fingers are so big.” You moaned in return, turning to Ray, who gave a Cheshire-like smile. “Fuck, I’ve always loved your hands.” 

That part was very true. A guilty pleasure of yours - you had been obsessed with his hands since the first time you had nearly fallen in front of him (stumbling drunk at a party) and he had rushed to help you, putting a hand on your lower back to help stabilize you. It was a moment that forced you to truly feel how large his hands truly were. Since then, you had found your eyes on those hands whenever you were allowed to sneak a glance, and even found yourself comparing hands with him while drunk, something that Hank and Collie assured him meant that you were practically begging him to fuck you. (And unconsciously, that had been the truth too.) 

“He does have nice hands, doesn’t he?” Pete said, all breath and sweetness and pure lust puffing against your cheek, causing you to echo a moan in return. 

Pete took his fingers off your clit, and it created a disappointed lull in you as the bit of stimulation you had was removed. But that lull was soon filled with intrigue when Pete grabbed for Ray’s wrist, pulling those perfect fingers out of you and bringing them up to his own mouth, beginning to suck your taste off Ray’s now soaked digits. You watched with rapt attention, your cunt now pathetically clenching around nothing as Pete’s lips wrapped around the base of Ray’s two middle fingers and he let out a moan, showing you enthusiastically that he enjoyed your taste. Ray raised his head to watch more clearly and let out a sharp, whiny breath. 

“Dammit, Pete.” Ray sighed. “Fuck - how does she taste?” 

Pete made a show of pulling off slowly, making you and Ray hold your breath for every bit of Ray’s skin that was revealed, even sticking his tongue out and licking between Ray’s fingers before he finally pulled off and gave an answer. 

“Fuck.” He sighed, giving a wide grin. “She tastes fuckin’ perfect.” 

Your cunt throbbed so hard it was almost painful, a needy wound between your legs, crying out to be filled. 

Ray must have picked it up like a psychic connection, because in the next second, he tore his hand away from Pete’s grip and reached for the band of his underwear with absolutely frantic movements. 

“Fuck, fuck - I need to be inside you.” Ray demanded sharply, clearly speaking to you. 

He tore down his boxers, letting his cock bob freely in the air - a nice six inches, thick and wonderfully fat like he was, leaking desperately from the bright pink cockhead in a way that made your mouth water. 

“Fuck, man, have you lost the art of asking?” Pete scolded him again. “Don’t assume that just ‘cause a woman is naked in your bed, she wants your cock.” 

“Technically, it’s your bed.” Ray griped in return, rolling his eyes. “And I’m not assuming anything - you should know I’m not above begging.” 

“I might take you up on that.” You told him with a smirk, loving the mental image of Ray on his knees, begging to fuck you. “You’re probably so cute when you beg.” 

Ray looked away, glimmering with that cute redness again. 

“He is.” Pete affirmed with a gentle laugh, and then he turned back to Ray. “Nobody asked you to beg, doggie.” He sighed, and you could have sworn you saw his cock let out a little dribble at the nickname. “But you still have to ask nicely, at the very least.” Pete reminded him sharply. “How much have I spoiled you to make you forget that, Garraty?” 

The last part was sharply mumbled, seemingly more to himself as he rolled his eyes. 

So they had spent many, many nights in bed together. Interesting. 

“A lot.” Ray chuckled, and Pete reached over and lightly poked him in the side, causing him to let out a laugh. 

Before you could feel like you were intruding on a private moment, Ray turned to. 

He was now fisting his cock eagerly with the hand that Pete had sucked on while he continued to shove his boxers down with the other, rising up on his knees to loom over you. 

“Can I fuck you?” He asked, an eager smile spreading across his lips. “Please?” 

That word sounded so good on his lips, and you couldn’t help but to be intensely flattered by how eager he was. 

“Yes, of course.” You replied, already breathy. 

Then, you thought of something. 

“I want you both.” You added on, turning toward Pete. 

“You can have me, babydoll - after Ray’s had his turn.” Pete assured you, the words sending a thrill through your stomach. “Like I said, we like to share.” 

“What about… at the same time?” You posed, slightly shy to voice exactly what you wanted, but knowing that of all people, they would be open to it. You had more than enough evidence to support that now. 

Ray fisted his cock faster, and Pete reached over and batted his hand away, mumbling something like ‘save it, this is gonna be good’, and you felt more heat flushing through your whole body, your cunt giving another pathetic squeeze around horrible emptiness. This was gonna be so good. 

“What? You meant like one of us in your mouth and-?” Ray began, and you cut him off. 

“Not quite.” You replied, licking your lips, summoning your bravery to ask for it. “One of you in my pussy and the other in my ass.” 

“Fuck.” Ray hissed sharply, squeezed his eyes shut tightly, almost as if he was holding back the urge to cum just from your words alone. 

“Goddamn.” Pete said, biting his lip, his eyes becoming heavy with lust. “Have you ever…?” He trailed off, giving you a suggestive look, wondering how gentle they would have to be with you. 

“I’ve been fucked in the ass before.” You said, saying the first thing that came to mind, not even realizing how much more terribly explicit your words were becoming as you got more comfortable. “Just - I’ve never been with two guys at the same time before.”

Ray took another sharp breath, a different kind of redness working up his neck - a distinctly lustful one. Pete swore sharply under his breath, looking at you with deep, decisive heat in his eyes. You didn’t go into detail about how your first time doing anal had been with Billy - technically as a ‘punishment’ for breaking one of his many rules, a denial of touching your pussy in exchange for him using ‘your other hole’ to get off and leaving you wanting. He didn’t realize how much you had liked it, and it was something you used to your advantage, goading him into doing it more than once because he was very easy to rile up. 

“Well I’m sure we can accommodate.” Pete told you, his voice now leaking into his something much more sultry, his own overwhelming lust creeping in. “Ray, get me the lube.” 

“Fuck yes.” Ray hissed, eagerly jumping for the drawer of the nightstand. 

Pete took control of the whole situation, unsurprisingly. He had Ray perch himself against the pillows at the headboard - which was now conveniently touching the wall that he shared with Stebbins, who none of you knew was still defiantly brooding on the other side, carefully listening to all of this rather than putting in the earplugs he wore every night for his ‘restful sleep’ and trying to actually get some sleep at this late hour. When Pete passed Ray a condom, he told him specifically to wait, giving him a pointed look. You had a feeling that it was because Ray was liable to blow his load before Pete was even ready, someone so eager and needy. It was adorable. 

Pete had you straddle Ray’s thighs, gorgeous and wide and plush under you, a perfectly comfortable seat. Pete positioned himself behind you, a strong presence at your back, and he kissed along your shoulder while he warmed up the first bit of lube on his fingers, planning to be gentle and slow with you, even though you had experience in this area. 

You couldn’t help it, growing impatient, you reached for the hem of Ray’s shirt. 

Instinctively, he clamped his arms to his sides and a look of panic struck him. It was something that caused your stomach to sour - did he not want to take his shirt off? 

“Sorry,” You mumbled out, hating the idea that you had potentially done something wrong. “I just wanted to see you.” 

You let out a gentle gasp as Pete eased that first finger past the tight pucker of your ass, and Ray hoped that it would be a distraction from him taking off his shirt, that the moment would pass and you would forget about it. But still, your fingers lingered on that hem, and your eyes traced over his body with a kind of hunger that he had only seen from Pete before. 

“Yeah, but - I’m no fuckin’ fitness model.” He huffed back, trying to seem cute about it, pushing down a plague of insecurities that Pete had tried to fuck out of him many times. 

“Baby, I said-” Pete began to talk to Ray firmly, and you cut him off. 

“You ever see those strongman competitions?” You posed. Ray shook his head. “They - they used to hold one in my town every year.” You stuttered slightly, leaning into Pete’s touch, letting out a gentle moan. 

“You can add another.” You told Pete over your shoulder, and he smirked. 

He added more lube, causing you to let out a gentle gasp as the cool liquid seeped over your skin, but he followed suit. And Ray watched in cock-throbbing fascination as your jaw fell open in a moan, your body shuddering with pleasure at the feeling of being stretched open. He wished he could see. You had to focus hard to think in order to get back on track with your story. 

“And see - those guys are amazing. Those strongman guys. They - they lift cars, and they throw big logs. They have hug fuckin’ arms, and big hands.” 

You said those last two words with crazed lust on your lips, and Ray’s insides shook. He knew what you had to be talking about, but that tiny little insecure peep inside of him wouldn’t quite let him make the connection. Surely, you didn’t think of him as some fantasy strongman.  

You reached out and squeezed Ray’s hand, seemingly enjoying the feeling of his thick fingers in your own, as Pete’s fingers scissored deep in your asshole, stretching you open, causing you to let out another moan. 

“Your point?” Ray wondered aloud, his cock letting out a pathetic dribble of precum against his shirt, his heart beating so fast in his chest as he took in your every expression, hanging on your every word. He loved the sight of Pete behind you, the gentle sheen of sweat on Pete’s perfect muscles - 

“Those guys - they eat like - like ten thousand calories a day.” You said, your voice breathy, your hips now actively dipping back into Pete’s touch. “They have big guts. They’re definitely not skinny - and not - not abbed up. It’s the type of guy that’s always turned me on.” 

Ray’s stomach twisted with an intense joy that he had seldom felt before. Somehow, he knew it was something that you weren’t just saying for his benefit - it was something that had actually lived in your mind for a long time. Something that was genuinely true for you. And that made it infinitely hotter, made him flush more as the truth of it hit him. You found his body sexy, and he couldn’t deny that. 

“Kinda makin’ me feel like chopped liver here, babydoll.” Pete chuckled, kissing the rim of your ear after he said it - and you could feel the joking smile on his lips. You let out a light laugh, and he joined you. 

“It’s ironic that you would say that, Mister Venison Tartare,” Ray argued with a smirk, pointing out how, in Pete’s world, chopped liver was not a bad thing. 

“Trust me, Pete. You turn me on too. It’s hard not to get turned on by those big muscles.” You said, letting out another, louder moan when he added a third finger - easing in gentle, and then adding more lube, making it all so wet. “Fuck - I’m the l-lucky one. Being between both - both of you.” 

You were becoming more breathless by the minute, and you leaned back into Pete for support, his free hand coming to hold you by the center of your chest, his arm wrapping around you in a way that was almost loving. When your eyes drifted closed with the pleasure of it all, Ray took a breath and had a moment of courage, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it away. 

Pete grinned at Ray, sending him a wink. 

“Look at that,” Pete whispered in your ear. “There’s your strongman.” 

You peeled your eyes open and drank in the sight of Ray - strong shoulders and a soft, round body - something you yearned to feel pressed up against you, imagining the roundness of his gut slamming into you with every thrust of his cock making your insides do a perfect flip. His skin was flushed from being turned on, his cock still standing stiff between his legs and still leaking in small spurts. 

You couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Fuck.” You breathed out. “I’m ready now.” 

Pete gently eased his fingers out of you, and you already missed the feeling of fullness. 

“You sure?” Ray posed, raising his brows at you. “You have to be ready ready for Pete.” 

You knew that Ray was speaking from experience, and he didn’t seem shy of it or eager to deny that fact. It was an oddly seductive warning. 

“I’m sure,” You replied, your voice coming out as a rusty whine, increasingly pathetic as they broke you down, and truly got to you. “Fuck - I need you. Both of you.” 

Pete took his pants down - technically Ray’s pants that he had been wearing, and tossed them away. You gasped when you felt the large presence of his cock brushing against your thighs, something that caused a shiver up your spine. You craned your neck over your own shoulder, trying to see, and Pete let out a laugh, pushing his front closer to your back, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, trapping you in place. 

“You want it?” Pete whispered in your ear, his voice so warm and lustful that it easily forced a whine out of you. 

Such simple words that would stick in your mind forever because of his perfect, liquid honey voice. 

“Yes,” You hummed back desperately. “Fuck, Pete - please.” 

“Two big boys all to yourself. You’re a lucky girl, aren’t you?” Pete whispered to you, rubbing his cock against your thigh, clearly becoming a little needy himself. Finally. 

Ray’s eyes were glazed over again, and he ran his hands up across your thighs and your stomach, soon capturing one of your breasts in each of his hands and squeezing with intense greed, causing you to lean into the touch warmly. You wondered if you would ever find someone as obsessed with your tits as him, and part of you didn’t even want to try.

“Fuck yes.” You moaned back. “I’m so lucky. I - I should’ve come to you first.” 

“No time for regrets.” Ray said, his voice all hot and breathy in the best way. 

Pete glanced over your shoulder at Ray, and saw that his cock was still leaking freely, so he reached for the condom that Ray had dropped by his hip, giving it to you. 

“Help him.” Pete told you. 

You ripped open the package with your teeth while Ray continued to greedily grope your tits, and you heard Pete tearing foil behind you, which caused an excited jolt in your stomach. This was really happening. You rolled the condom onto Ray and he let out a moan at the bare minimum contact against his cock. Pete chuckled at this. 

Pete used a firm grip on one of your hips, the other hand reaching for Ray’s cock with a natural ease, so comfortable, and he easily guided Ray inside of you while he guided you down. 

“Fuck,” You moaned out, instantly loving the way he filled you up. 

Ray moaned into your neck, wordless and needy, some of his spit smearing against your skin in a way that you couldn’t help but to love. 

“There you go, pretty girl.” Pete hummed into your ear. “Nice and full.” 

Fuck - Pete was right. Ray was spreading you open in such a perfect way, filling your pussy up even better than his fingers had. But still, you had one thing in mind. 

“Not yet.” You moaned in return. “I need you too, Pete.” 

“Greedy,” Ray chuckled, lifting his head up to give you an utterly filthy smirk. 

“That’s big coming from you.” Pete told Ray, and they exchanged a look over your shoulder that made Ray blush and hide his face against your breast once again. 

It was something you found both hot and endearing, and you began to pet your fingers through his hair again, while he kissed along your skin and sucked your nipple into his mouth like he truly owned your tits. Your stomach fluttered in anticipation while Pete ran his hand up and down your body, his fingers ultimately settling on your clit and rubbing in firm, smooth, slow circles. It sent small jolts through you, making you moan and hump gently against Ray, the feeling of your cunt clenching around him causing him to moan loudly against your tit. 

Pete finally lined himself up, the tip of his cock just barely pressing against your ready, needy asshole. 

“How does she feel, Ray?” Pete asked, the first hint of true desperation coming into his voice as he teased you with the tip of his cock, just barely dipping in, just threatening to let you feel the extent of his thickness. 

“Fuck, she feels so fuckin’ good.” Ray breathed out, pure need filling his lungs, causing you to clench around him, driving another moan from him. “Fuck - you’re gonna have to try out this pussy later - so fuckin’ warm ‘n tight…” 

He moaned against your breast and dug in with his teeth, a tight knit of desperation across his brows that only made you wetter around him. How was he so cute and hot all at once? 

“Fuck, please,” You moaned, leaning back into Pete. “Don’t make me wait anymore.” 

“Sound so pretty when you say ‘please’.” Pete breathed against your neck. “You’re lucky I can’t wait no more. Otherwise I’d just keep makin’ you say it.” 

“Please.” You moaned, dragging the word out for his benefit, as exaggerated and porn-y as you could make it. 

You loved the feeling of his breathy laugh against your neck, all hot and teeth - right before he finally pushed into you, slowly easing his cock into your ass, stretching you open. He moved in a way that was an agonizing, inching stretch, something so dizzying that made you grip harder onto Ray’s hair and lean more onto Pete, his firm body being the only thing holding up your back. 

“Good girl.” Pete groaned, stretched you so damn much, making you so perfectly full, just like Ray had warned. You didn’t even feel his hips flush with your ass yet - he was still holding back. “So fuckin’ good for us. Fuck - fuck, you’re so tight.” 

Everything became a perfect mess from there. 

Pete grabbed a tight, commanding hold on your hips, and he began to forcefully rock you between him and Ray. With your thighs quivering and your lungs beginning to shake, you could do little more than grip tightly onto Ray’s shoulders and lean onto Pete for support, becoming lost in the sensations. 

You were so. Fucking. Full. 

It was a perfect burn building in your pelvis, the feeling of being stretched open so well, them slowly rocking into you now, slowly building a pace. Ray became a mess of moans, his head still collapsed against your breasts, enjoying cuddling into the soft flesh, his eyes closed in perfect bliss; Pete letting out quieter breaths and sweet little hisses of pleasure into your neck. 

There was another needy voice that you soon realized was your own, your throat straining with the sounds, too focused on the perfect feeling of being trapped between two hot, perfect bodies to even think about controlling yourself or holding back. It was too damn good not to make noise. 

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck-” You choked out, humping your hips more frantically, pure need crying out from inside of you. 

“Hey, hey, shh.” Pete soothed, gripping you tighter, slowing your movements, forcing his cock deep inside of you in a firm stroke that made your head spin. “We got you, babydoll. I’ss all good. We gotchu.” 

His words slurred with pleasure, the first real sign that this was affecting him just as much as it was affecting you and Ray, his composure just beginning to slip. That only made you hotter, of course - knowing that you were truly affecting him. 

“Fuck, Pete-” You choked out, and he nipped your neck, causing you to let out another loud moan. 

“Holy fuck.” Ray whined against your skin. “So fuckin’ good.” 

Ray fucked up into you harder, Pete following suit, and you dissolved into a litany of near inhuman sounds, your jaw wide and your throat already becoming sore from the overuse of your voice. But you couldn’t even begin to care, not with how perfect it was, not with the feeling of them both filling you up so perfectly, creating such a wonderful fire in your gut, hot tingling all across your skin. You couldn’t see, but your wetness and the lube had leaked down and smeared across their balls, creating a sloppy mess where they were rubbing together beneath you, driving them both more insane, making the joining of the three of you even more perfectly messy and intimate. 

As Pete unraveled more, he dove more into that little chest he had tucked away. Those little secrets he knew about you from the other side of the wall. He couldn’t help himself - those were all things he wanted too. And he wanted you to cum on his cock so badly. 

“Fuck - next time we ditchin’ the condoms.” Pete grunted, his consciousness freely leaking from his lips as the thought came to mind. “I - I can’t wait to feel it. I wanna feel Ray leakin’ out of your pretty cunt, leakin’ all over my thighs right before I fill you up. I wanna feel his fuckin’ cum drippin’ out of you, makin’ a mess all over my fuckin’ balls.” 

Pete’s words dissolved into a growl and you let out a throaty whine in response. He painted such a vivid picture with his words - and fuck, you wanted it too. You found yourself grinding back into him with frantic need, clenching around the both of them as your orgasm drew nearer. 

“Jesus, Pete.” Ray gasped. “If you keep talkin’ like that, I’m not gonna fuckin’ last.” 

“Good.” Pete grinned. “I can just picture it now. Our pretty girl all filled up, all messy. Make me wanna fuckin’ lick it up-” 

You choked on another gasp. 

You almost begged Pete to pull out and rip off the condom, but you weren’t coherent enough to form the words - all you could do was let out a terribly garbled moan and yank on Ray’s hair, desperate for something to grab onto. 

Ray followed suit, making a loud, echoing whine - and you realized that the frantic jolting of his hips beneath you was a sealing of that promise - just as he had warned Pete, he didn’t last. He was cumming into the condom (which created a small lull of disappointment in you as you couldn’t truly feel it), but you did love the way that he moaned frantically and drooled against your breast. 

Soon, Pete reached over and grabbed Ray by the hair, sweeping him into a demanding kiss over your shoulder, trapping you tighter between them in a way that was so warm and satisfying. 

“Fuck, please-” You moaned, and you choked a gasp when Ray pulled out of you, pulling away from Pete’s lips. “Don’t stop!” You begged, the irrational horny part of your brain not even registering that Ray would likely go soft soon, and he needed to throw away the condom. 

“It’s okay.” He mumbled back, gently gripping your sides in assurance. “‘m not goin’ nowhere.” 

This did make you feel better. He tore off the condom and tossed it somewhere (into a trashcan that you couldn’t see), and he began kissing down across your skin as he moved out from under you. This was helped by Pete, who lifted you up higher on your knees, seating his cock deeper inside of you and putting a firm arm around your middle to hold you against his body, supporting you there. 

“We’ve got you, girl.” Pete grunted in your ear. “No need to worry, pretty girl.” 

Next thing you knew, Ray was kissing across your pelvis and gave a greedy suck on your swollen clit, moaning against you as he enjoyed your taste. Your mind became lost to the world - you became lost to the sensations as you fisted his hair, unintentionally forcing him further into your cunt in a way that he loved that only made him moan harder. You leaned back into Pete once again as he sped up his thrusts, now beginning to pound into your ass with sharp, unforgiving movements that had your whole body lighting up with pleasure. 

“There it is.” He hissed against your neck. “That’s what pretty girl needed. That’s what you needed, yeah? You needed Ray’s mouth on your pretty pussy, huh?” 

“Yes! Fuck, oh fuck, fuck!” You cried out, nearly breathless. 

You gripped tightly onto Pete’s arm, enjoying the feeling of how strong he was, now so limp and boneless from pleasure that he was basically the only thing holding you up. Your legs quivering, your body boneless as the world dissolved underneath you. 

“Can’t even remember your own name, can you?” Pete hissed, an edge of malicious joy in his voice that only turned you on more. “Just a sweet thing, here for our pleasure. Such a good girl.” 

His hand moved down to join yours beside Ray’s head, holding him there as he frantically licked into your cunt, loving your warmth and wetness on his tongue. 

“Fuck, he’s so eager, isn’t he?” Pete groaned. “Ray, you love eatin’ pussy just as much as you love suckin’ cock, huh?” 

Ray let out a deep moan in response, and it shook your whole body. 

It put a picture in the back of your mind of him on his knees for Pete, mouth open eagerly, tongue out, and that only added to the cloud of lust currently overtaking you. 

With just a few more eager strokes of Ray’s tongue and a few more firm jolts of Pete’s hips thrusting his cock deep into your ass, the dam broke. 

“Oh fuck!” You released a scream far louder than you realized, thrashing between the two of them as the pleasure shook you. “Oh fuck! Fuck me, fuck me! Pete, Ray-!” 

“Can you shut the fuck up?!” 

Stebbins’s voice burst through it all, paired with angered banging on the wall - and as much as it startled you, it barely ruined your orgasm. You gasped, and still dizzy with the pleasure flowing through you, you tore your eyes open to find Ray sitting up and answering with a heavy fist on the wall himself. 

“You shut the fuck up!” He barked back, his voice surprisingly deep and sure for someone who had just been whining into your cunt. “You’re the one who kicked her out of bed, asshole!” 

Stebbins didn’t reply. You almost thought you could hear the sound of his bedroom door slamming and a distant huff as he stomped down the stairs, but Pete’s arm tightening around your waist and the perfect sight of Ray’s jaw clenching in annoyance distracted you. 

“Shit,” Pete huffed, slowing to gently grind his hips against yours, still rock hard and throbbing inside of you. “Motherfucker - the fucker distracted me.” 

As your brain came back down to earth, you quickly realized what he wanted to say was ‘Stebbins being a pissbaby ruined my orgasm’. And as much as you hated that for Pete, it gave you a brilliant idea. 

“Pull out,” You said, reaching to gently tap him on the thigh. 

Pete slowly inched out, not hesitating to follow your instructions, never questioning you voicing needs over your own body. 

“Look, don’t let him ruin your fun-” Ray huffed, using a hand to wipe some of your wetness off his chin (something that shouldn’t have been nearly as hot as it was). 

“Who said I was?” You giggled, turning your whole body to face Pete, like bambi on shaking legs for a moment, which caused both boys to hold their hands out, waiting to catch you. But when you were fully situated, you were met with a wide grin from Pete. 

“I just wanna thank you for inviting me in.” You told Pete, reaching down and tearing off the condom, throwing it away carelessly. 

You were glad to finally see Pete’s cock - and you realized in a blink that he had definitely been holding back. You had not felt his entire length inside of you, and that thought alone sent a thrill through you. He was longer than Ray at eight inches, so fucking thick, and veined. You could practically see him throbbing with need, a bit of precum drooling from the uncut head. 

“You should get to cum in my mouth.” You added on, your words slurring slightly past the drool gathering in your mouth at the sight of his perfect cock. 

“Fuck.” Pete sighed, moving a hand to grip himself at the base, seemingly needing to stave off his orgasm, the words alone so damn appealing, wanting to save it to truly enjoy your mouth. “You’re gonna kill me, babydoll.” 

“Oh I wouldn’t do that.” You said, giving him a smirk. “Then I wouldn’t get to play with you anymore.” 

You moved to straddle one of Ray’s thighs (he had laid back against the pillows at the headboard, lounging back comfortably to watch what was about to unfold), sitting with your back to him this time and leaning down to become eye-level with Pete’s cock. 

“She has a point.” Ray confirmed, laughing gently. “And if she wants to play with us more, we should let her.” 

He stroked a gentle hand up your back, and it sent a small shiver through you. You liked that idea - the thought that this would become a regular thing. 

“Well, my-” 

Pete was about to affirm that his door would always be open for you, but you cut off his words when you grabbed the base of his cock and wrapped your lips around his tip, causing a moan to shudder through his chest. He quickly forgot what he wanted to say, his mind becoming blank as he was consumed by the feeling. 

“Oh.” Pete sighed, his eyes drifting shut, and his head tipping back. “Sweet fuckin’ tongue.”

His hand went to your hair - it was a gentle touch, not demanding or gripping or intending to steer your head in order to fuck your mouth. It was nothing like you were used to. (Almost to the point where it startled you and left you unsure what to do.) Even though he commanded the room, he used that control to let you lead this, clearly knowing that it was a privilege to have your mouth. 

“Such a good girl.” Ray hummed, continuing to pet his hands all over you, seemingly just enjoying the fact that he got to touch you, greedy hands roaming over your flesh, gripping and grabbing, so big and warm. “How the fuck did Stebbins ever get you in bed?” 

“Don’t talk about him right now.” Pete grunted out, giving Ray a small glare. “I’m tryna enjoy this.”

You descended down further, opening your mouth with a practiced skill, taking his girth easily and not gagging at all. You were more than used to someone of this size. Your lips were soon stretching around his base, your nose bristling in his pubic hair, inhaling his perfect, musky scent. 

If you were feeling at all combative or bratty, you would have pulled off and mentioned that Stebbins was the one who taught you how to deepthroat cock so well. But you weren’t sure how Pete and Ray would react to that. You couldn’t guarantee that it would get you a pleasurable spanking, or fingers shoved deep into your cunt with the heated promise that you would pay for what you had said. 

It might just get you pushed back out into the hall again. So instead, you put some of those skills to use - you swallowed around his tip, humming nicely, causing Pete to sigh out a heady ‘fuck’, gripping your hair slightly tighter, desperately looking for purchase. You loved that you could feel his thighs quivering, could feel him becoming unsteady in his stance. 

“Fuck, babydoll-” Pete groaned, and you loved that you could feel him twitching on your tongue already, so close. 

You bobbed your head gently, paying special attention to tonguing a prominent vein along the underside, reaching up and massaging his heavy balls. You wanted to pull off just to suck them into your mouth - but this was about his pleasure, about getting him off. You could have your own fun little exploration later if you were invited back. 

And you were enjoying each hot, heavy sound he let out, enjoying the feeling of Ray gripping onto your thighs as he became utterly enraptured in watching Pete’s expressions shift and warp with pleasure. It was something he had never truly taken in before because he had always been lost in pleasure himself when Pete was so close to cumming in his presence. 

“You like that, Pete?” Ray asked, his voice tense and heated, absolutely eager for an answer. “You gonna cum in our girl’s sweet mouth?” 

Our girl. The words warmed your gut and the next moan you vibrated against Pete’s cock wasn’t part of the performance. 

“Ah, fuck. Yes.” Pete groaned. “m gonna cum - fuckin’ swallow it, pretty girl.” 

He groaned the words lowly, grinding against his throat with lustful madness - a phrase that usually would have had you recoiling with disgust now turning you on more than you could have imagined it. The ragged words had you gripping the sheets, looking up at him - wanting to get a glance of his face. 

You were met with the sight of him biting his lip, moving that hand from your hair to brush along your cheek in a way that was purely sweet. You pulled back slightly, pumping his now spit slicked cock with your hand and sucking harshly on the tip. The two of you locked eyes as he came in hot spurts all over your tongue, and you drank it all greedily, swallowing it down with a moan as he looked at you with hot, lustful affection in his eyes. 

“So fuckin’ perfect.” Pete moaned. 

(If you were feeling more spiteful, you might have told him that was something you had never done for Billy - always making him pull out of your mouth or making it a point to dramatically spit in front of him, even if you didn’t mind the taste. You just always wanted him to know that he wasn’t worthy of you swallowing his cum. It was a big part of the games that the two of you played.) 

You let out a gasp when Ray reached around you, using those big, perfect hands to drag you back against his body. You let out another whorish moan when you felt the soft roundness of his gut pressing into your back, relaxing into him. In a blink, he had his mouth pressed against yours, shoving his tongue against yours to get a taste of Pete’s cum before you could swallow it all. You gave a high pitched whine into his mouth, absolutely loving his eagerness to taste Pete on you. Somehow, this sent another lustful wave through your tired body. 

“Now, now.” Pete sighed, reaching up and gently pushing Ray away from the kiss. “Give the girl a chance to breathe.” 

“I wasn’t complaining.” You argued lightly. 

Pete and Ray both laughed at this. 

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Ray asked. 

You had no clue. 

… 

The next day, in the afternoon, when Stebbins was coming in from a run through the back door, sweaty and huffing for breath, he was surprised to see that you were in the kitchen. You were standing at the counter, reading some book, not looking up, not paying attention to him even though he hadn’t tried to be quiet coming in. 

He thought you would sulk for a few days before coming to apologize. You were dressed up nicely - wearing a vest over a tight fitting black turtleneck with a tight, short skirt and black tights with boots, your make-up done nicely. You knew that he had a thing for you wearing black tights… he could only guess that you weren’t wearing anything underneath them, waiting for him to rip a hole in them and go to town. 

He smirked to himself. Of course you had come crawling back, dressed up all pretty for him, ready to beg for forgiveness. But he wasn’t going to play your game that easily. 

He tried his hardest to suppress that smirk as he unzipped his sweatshirt, revealing his bare, sweat-glistening torso. Something he knew would easily catch your eye - a part of him that you loved to lick clean. 

“Look, I don’t have time for the mass of grovelling and long apology that you owe me - at least not right now. I have to be at drill practice in twenty minutes.” He said, smoothing his presence toward you to lean on the counter, purposefully flexing his muscles as he propped himself against the island in front of you. “But if you wanna blow me while I take a quick shower as the start of your apology, I might consider going easier on you later.” 

You put down the book slowly - one that Ray had recommended to you, and you stared at Billy blankly, seemingly deciding what you wanted to say. And then, you burst out laughing. 

His stomach soured because he hated that he didn’t immediately know why. He hadn’t said anything funny. 

“You - you think I’m here for you?” You gasped, nearly breathless from how hard you were laughing. 

For the first time ever with you, Stebbins recoiled in embarrassment. 

“What… are you here for?” He asked, hating how timid and unconfident it sounded. 

“I’m going to an art show with Pete and Ray.” You explained, an entirely smug look on your face. 

His stomach became heavy as concrete. An art show. The art show. The art show that you had asked him to take you to several times - but he had insisted that it was something only a boyfriend would do, and he was definitely not your boyfriend. Stebbins resisted the urge to swear. Loudly. Your expression grew more smug when his muscles visibly tensed. 

“I’m waiting for them to get ready.” You added on. “But you know, it’s a nice change of pace. I came in the front door. I was greeted with a hug. I was invited to a beverage while I wait.” 

You said, gesturing to the glass of wine in front of you - a pinky rose that Stebbins never bought for you because he found it too sweet. Pete and Ray were brown nosing hard. You took a sip of it and gave him a big smirk. 

“But don’t be too sad, pookie. I’ll probably see you in the morning.” You said, sounding increasingly smug. “Pete wants me to try his quiche.” 

You took another sip of the wine, and Stebbins felt pain in his jaw before he realized he was grinding his teeth with tense anger. 

“Pete can go fuck himself.” He ground out through his teeth, the words slurring with anger. 

“He probably won’t need to. Not now that he has me.” You shrugged. “Look, babe, I really don't have time for the grovelling and long apology that you owe me.” You continued, parroting back his words to him in a mocking way. “But you can give me a little kiss… if you wanna know what Pete's dick tastes like.” 

You swore that you could see steam spewing out of Billy's ears. 

“I swear to fucking God-” He spewed in anger, only to be disrupted. 

“Everything good here, babydoll?” Pete asked brightly as he came into the room, Ray naturally on his tail. 

“You two look sharp.” You said, giving an impressed whistle as you caught sight of Pete and Ray - Pete wearing a crisp white tee shirt and a brown blazer with dark jeans and Ray wearing a dark button up shirt, grey slacks, and corduroy jacket. 

Stebbins’s anger only brewed more when you breezed right past him, now actively ignoring him, and went to them. It seemed like you didn’t even care about his reaction, not looking back for a second, not even doing this as an act to try and make him jealous as you continued to flirt with them. 

“You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.” Pete said, giving you a smooth kiss on the cheek. 

“Yeah, you - you look amazing.” Ray added on, his eyes becoming glued to your chest, staring at your breasts even with you wearing such a well covering top. 

“You told me to wear a turtleneck!” You laughed, a flirtatious giggle, entirely uncaring that Ray was staring so blatantly. 

“I think that’s my curse - now that I’ve seen them, I’m never gonna stop thinking about them.” Ray replied, lowering his voice, but making no true effort to conceal his words, even though it was clear that Stebbins was listening as he glared at the three of you intensely. “It’s like seeing God up close.” 

You let out a bright laugh at this and gently swatted his shoulder. 

“Well - that’s not so bad, of all the curses to have.” Pete added on. 

The three of you laughed, bright and cheerful. You recoiled in shock when you heard a loud bang. 

It took you a moment to realize that it had been the sound of Stebbins leaving through the back door once again - slamming it shut behind himself so hard that he had broken one of the hinges. (Which might have said more about how old the house was than how hard he had slammed it.) 

“He’s such a dipshit.” Ray sighed. 

“Well - he’s the one who kept insisting I’m not his girlfriend.” You shrugged. 

“His loss.” Pete grinned. “You ready to go?” 

You had a really great night with Pete and Ray. You browsed the art show, went out to dinner, and you ended up in bed with them again. When Stebbins came downstairs and saw you sitting at the table in the morning, your neck visibly covered in hickies and Ray’s shirt distinctly wrapped around you while you sat in front of a plate of the quiche that Pete had freshly made, he went on another long run without having breakfast first. 

Fuck - he had really fucked up, hadn’t he?

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Hiii😊😊 could you do a barkovitch fic where he has a big crush on reader but dosent tell them? But then one day the reader gets a pair of pants that hugs their ass REAL good and barkovitch tries not to be a perv sooo bad lol🙏

got me thinkin' nonsense - gary barkovitch x reader

obligatory barkovitch dry-humping fic, this request was soo fun thank u !! title from a sabrina carpenter song cuz i couldn't think of anything else. 1.2k words uhhhh thats all i think okay

gary barkovitch was not a man with many friends. in fact, if it weren't for you, he could claim he had none. and for that reason he wanted to keep you.

which is what made it extra hard when you showed up to his shitty one-bedroom apartment—which was honestly more akin to a cardboard box—wearing a pair of jeans that hugged your ass tighter than a motherfucker. from the moment you stepped through the door, spinning around with a big smile to show him your brand-new pants, he knew he was a goner. "look, they have rhinestones on the pockets! isn't that adorable?" you chirped, throwing yourself on the couch beside him. your knee brushed up against his thigh just slightly as you turned to face him, one leg tucked beneath the other. "those are, uh, those are nice, yeah." he said, picking at the skin around his fingernails. everything you said went in one ear and straight out the other as your perfume clouded his head and that necklace sat so pretty on your neck, the one he'd gifted to you on your birthday not all that long ago. where gary lacked in his ability to think before he spoke, he made up for in his attention to detail, you'd always claimed. he always knew exactly what you liked.

"i'm thirsty, d'ya want anything while i'm up?" you asked in a tone so sweet it made his heart flutter. he simply shook his head, sweaty hands gripping at the faded denim of his jeans. he tried not to focus on the way your hips swayed as you got up from the couch, walking only a couple feet to his tiny kitchen. the cup slipped from your fingers as you grabbed it from the cabinet, sending a loud clank echoing throughout the small space. his mouth went dry as you bent down to retrieve it, breath hitching in his throat as he tried to avert his eyes. "jesus christ" he muttered beneath his breath, practically inaudible to even himself.

he hardly even noticed you'd gotten him a glass anyway, handing it to him with a smile. "i knew you'd want one anyway, you always forget to drink water." he nodded in appreciation, a lopsided grin on his flushed face. "are you okay, y'seem a little warm," you took the back of your hand to his cheek gently, and he could've sworn he died right there. he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "nah, no, i'm fine, just..." he shrugged, words strung together almost incoherently. he always got that way when he was nervous. you bit back a smile, opting to just nod instead with a simple, "if you say so."

you weren't stupid. far from it, in fact. you wouldn't have worn these jeans if you hadn't wanted to warrant a reaction from the poor thing. sure, it was wrong to purposely torment your sexually frustrated best friend, but when he looked this good flustered, it was hard not to. thats how you justified it to yourself, at least. looking around the room, an idea popped in your pretty little head. "when was the last time you cleaned this place?" you giggled, punching his arm softly. "shit, i dunno, um. doesn't bother me none, usually." he shrugged, biting at the inside of his cheek.

"lemme tidy it up a bit, will ya? free of charge, i pinky promise!" you jokingly extended your finger, taking his briefly before hopping up from the beat up faux leather couch he'd inherited for free from a past neighbor that was moving out of the apartment complex. you carried on small talk as you danced around the space, bending over to pick up shit that'd been knocked off counters and empty bottles he'd left out for god knows how long. you received little more than one to two-word responses from the boy, his mind far too distracted by the sight of your lace underwear peeking out from the waistband of your jeans as your shirt rode up in the back. god, this was so fucked. he felt like a disgusting pervert, but he'd be damned if you weren't the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

"y'good?" you looked back over your shoulder, acting oblivious to the way he shifted in his seat anxiously, adjusting the fabric of his pants. "yeah, fuckin', peachy or whatever," he said with a dry laugh, blue eyes averted to the wall beside you. his heart pounded against his ribcage as you giggled, making your way back to the couch. "c'mon! what's wrong?" you threw your legs over his lap, causing him to flinch. scratching the back of his neck, he mumbled almost incoherently, "man, i dunno, you're just..." he shrugged, "just what, gary?" his face was entirely flushed now. he sunk lower in his seat, trying to ignore the contact of your legs with his thighs.

"you're too pretty, its fuckin' with my head."

he avoided your gaze like his life depended on it, biting the inside of his cheek hard. he anticipated a slap to the face, a kick to the balls, anything other than what you actually did. "hey, hey. look at me." grabbing his face gently in your hand, you forced him to meet your eyes. he looked like a kicked puppy, bottom lip trembling nervously. "you think i'm pretty?" you teased, eliciting a nod and a sheepish grin from the boy.

"do you wanna kiss me, gary?" his mouth went dry. he hadn't even noticed how hard he was shaking until now, but now he was hyper-aware of everything. the thumping in his chest, the smell of shampoo, the softness of your hand against his flustered face. "shit, yeah," he said eager and breathlessly, nearly pinching himself to ensure this wasn't another one of his dreams. your lips were even softer than he expected, crashing into his hungrily as his hand came to rest on your thigh. it was sloppy, teeth clashing together as he moaned into your mouth—he'd never kissed anyone before, but quickly he became addicted to the closeness, the taste of you, the feeling of your tongue in his mouth.

"holy shit," he caught his breath, eyes half-lidded as you pulled yourself into his lap. "are you trying to fuckin' kill me?" he laughed, "maybe, who's to say?" you pecked his lips, fingers brushing through his tangled hair. experimentally your hips ground down in his lap, drawing the prettiest moan from his kiss-bitten lips. his hands found your hips, squeezing at the fat as he bucked upwards.

his cock ached against the strained fabric of his jeans, he'd never felt so sensitive as he did now. "does that feel good, baby?" he struggled to find the words, instead nodding frantically as you picked up your pace. "oh god," he gasped, fingers digging hard into your denim-clad flesh. he initiated the kiss this time, tongue deep in your mouth as he pushed your hips down harder. every noise you made sent shivers down his body.

"shit, if you don't stop 'm gonna cum in my pants," he panted as your forehead rested against his, his eyebrows furrowed. he looked too cute like this, your head swimming with ideas of what you'll do to him in the future, how he'd react when he was finally inside of you. "go ahead, sweetheart, let go. you look so pretty like this, y'know that?" he moaned at your praise, hips stuttering as he came.

looking up at you with glossy eyes and parted lips, he could've sworn you were an angel. "i think this is the closest i've ever felt to god."

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cute wedding day garraty hcs............................... cute yes...

ray garraty x reader wedding hc's

i have an entire pinterest board dedicated to my hypothetical wedding so this was such a blast to write hehe

-his momma helps you get ready, she's soo excited to see her little boy getting married!! she wants the day to be super special for you guys

-ray nearly threw up multiple times because of how nervous he was lolol, genuinely cannot believe this is happening

-he looks soo handsome in his little tux :) and his boutonnière is your fav flower

-i think he'd be the type to have a smaller wedding, he wants to put most of his money towards getting a nice house and starting your life together. makes sure you have a beautiful ring tho, talks to all of your friends and family to make sure its perfect for you

-your cake has the cutest topper, i'm imagining the adorkable ass precious moments ones cuz i collect those figures but imagine whatever your heart desires

-nearly chokes when you step down the aisle. you're soo stunning he's in awe, its so hard to believe how lucky he is to be marrying you

-pete is his best man of course, and he takes that job SERIOUSLY!! gives the sweetest speech imaginable at the reception

-his hands are so sweaty... he's literally shaking like an excited dog

-ginnie is crying lowkey, she wishes his dad was here so see it. he would be so proud!!

-i think ray is too horny to be the "saving himself for marriage" type, you've definitely fucked before but not as a married couple, which makes it extra special to him

-he's soo fucking sweet, completely focuses on you cuz he's your husband now!! just the idea of it makes him go crazy

-starts off the night with his head between your legs ofc

-he's always big on praise but especiallyyy on your wedding night, he needs you to know how much he loves you

-he begs you to cum inside, def has a breeding kink lolol

-post wedding you guys put together the sweetest scrapbook along with ginnie's help

-she took so. many. pictures.

-he's OBSESSED with introducing you to people as his wife/husband

-keeps a picture of you guys on your wedding day in his wallet/the case of his phone

-best househusband, he got used to helping his momma around she house so he's so good at cooking and cleaning

-your anniversary will never be forgotten!! he gets you a gift every year, not anything particularly expensive or fancy but something very meaningful nonetheless

-the sweetest husband ever... ray garraty i love u i love u i love uuu :'))

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i got really busy today so fanfic will resume tomorrow :3 sorry guysss i love u

[angelheartedd]

Hello! Can you please write smut hcs for all TLW boys, like what their kinks are, are they a dom or sub, experience, etc. ^_^

the long walk boys relationship + nsfw hcs (18+)

featuring: billy stebbins, gary barkovitch

word count: nearly 2.5k warnings: fem reader, smut (ofc), some mildly toxic relationship behaviors (emotional avoidance, codepency, arguing, etc but it all gets resolved), angst with resolution and brief mentions of the major/tlw in stebbins' section

a/n: hope it's okay with you that I tacked on my relationship headcanons along with the nsfw!! i wanted to post them somewhere on my blog and I think they pair well here. I guess they're not as romantic as I intended, but one thing I love about the long walk is how complex and imperfect the characters are, and I wanted to reflect that in their dynamic with you. hope you all enjoy and barkovitch lovers I hope I did your boy justice. lmk ur thoughts/reqs its very motivating <3 also! I was going to do ray and pete as well but I think people are super interested in seeing stebbins and barkovitch content at the moment and I got a bit carried away with the length of these. but if anyone would like some for them as well I'm down for that too because boy am I not normal about pete

stebbins

RELATIONSHIP

I don’t think a relationship with Stebbins starts off easy.

Before meeting you, he didn’t have many friends, and he never sought out girlfriends either.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t— he’s a tall, good-looking guy who takes care of himself— but what was the point? Between the way he came up and his long-held plans to one day do The Walk, he learned to keep to himself. Independence was his armor.

It took a while for him to actually open up to you. You'd make a habit of sitting near him; on the curb while he worked on his car or going out of your way to run into him on his daily walks around your neighborhood. For weeks he'd just nod in acknowledgement, or maybe mutter a quiet greeting.

Then, one afternoon, when you showed up again, he squinted at you and said, "You followin' me or somethin'?"

It caught you off guard enough to elicit a laugh, and you got to see that grin of his for the first time before he looked away. After that, he started to pay you more attention— cracking sarcastic jokes, making friendly conversation on his walks, to eventually actually making time to hang out with each other. You were the only one he'd ever talked to first like that, you'd realize eventually.

At some point, it stopped feeling like just a friendship. Stebbins would always greet you with a hand on your waist or a kiss on the top of your head. He held the door open to his car for you and leaned over the passenger seat to buckle you in. He never drove without his hand on your thigh. He'd kiss you when he'd drop you off and always scared off any guys or old talking stages just by being a 6'2 guard dog hovering over your shoulder.

What frusturates you is how despite it all, he won't just call himself your boyfriend. He shows up for you in all the ways he can, because he is afraid of losing you, even though he doesn't want to admit it. He walks you home, hangs around you in every free moment, fixes what breaks and helps you with chores without you even asking. Anyone who knew the two of you assumed you were dating already.

It took a long time for you two to actually properly label onto your relationship due to his emotionally avoidant tendencies. It took months for things to come to a head, when you were finally sick of the half-answers, and him doing everything a boyfriend would do but never making it official.

Once he actually says it though, your relationship has a turnaround; he’s apologetic— “I’m sorry, baby, ‘m sorry I took so long, let’s just make up for lost time, okay?” 

Next thing you know, he’s bringing you flowers, driving you to diners, taking you on dates in his car. Ever since he started calling you his (and even before, despite him never admitting it) he was already saving up to buy you a ring. It's total whiplash.

Eventually after you talk it out, things smooth over. And when it finally does, being with Stebbins feels like the American dream the Major and his regime promises. Love letters sprayed with perfume, city fair dates, makeouts after night drives.

Staunch believer in the sidewalk rule !!! he always carries your things and offers you his jacket. His girl comes first <3

His future is idealistic, but it's ultimately built around the idea of you. Of course, he prepares every day to be in perfect shape for The Walk in case his application ever gets selected, and he's confident that he'll win and build a good life for you two with the money. He can't wait to introduce you to his father as his future wife once he wins.

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Like I said before, sex wasn't really something he sought out before meeting you. If he ever had a hookup here or there it was a meaningless experience that he regrets, since he's never felt emotionally connected to anyone before you.

I wouldn't be surprised if he started hooking up with you before offically dating. In a way, it was a way for him to release all those pent-up emotions he had about you, his father, and his life. On the other hand, sometimes he'd pretend you were really together when he made love to you; that he was in some fantasy world where he could also let himself have you, really have you, the way he always wanted. He was always a lot sweeter in those times, calling you pretty and perfect and asking himself how did he ever get so lucky to find a lady like you?

In that same vein, he can get rough if you're okay with it. If you ever let him release his frusturations by fucking you, he'll always kiss you after and thank you for being so good to him.

He naturally takes on a dominant role with you; he prefers to feel in control of the situation, but as he opens up to you, he'll let you take more of the lead if you want it.

Doesn't feel right to him to recieve and to not give back. Some form of chivalry is baked into him— maybe because he tries to live up to the image of who he thought his father was. As much as he loves seeing you on his knees for him, it's not over until you let him return the favor.

He still eats you out as an apology. It's a nasty habit he picked up from when your relationship was still fresh and when you'd argue more often. Sure, it might be little unhealthy, but hey... you never seem to complain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby," he apologizes again as he gathers you close, one hand on the back of your head as if he was holding you together. Your face was buried in his shoulder, which was wet with your tears. You don't even remember what you had been arguing about anymore. "I don't wanna fight anymore," you whisper, and he nods desperately, wiping the wetness away from your eyes. "I know, me neither, pretty girl," he says, "you know I hate it when you cry." Then he's kissing your cheek again, pulling you tighter by your waist and peppering those messy kisses down your collarbone. "I know I was being a fuckin' idiot, just— lemme make it up to you." It isn't long before you give in to him again like you always do, letting him trail down your waist with feather-light kisses. You don't stop him when he hikes up your skirt and his head dips between your thighs. It makes the heat rise to your cheeks when he looks between you and your cunt, those pretty eyes of his being the only thing in your dark room catching the light of the moon from the bedroom window. "You know, you always look so fuckin' perfect, even when you're mad at me," he breathes over your soft folds. His tongue worked in smooth, steadying strokes against your pretty pussy, tasting you between pleading promises to never argue again and curses about how fuckin' good you taste.

Stebbins is a man of routine, and eventually, fucking you becomes a part of that. When he doesn't get to see you for a few days, it throws his entire schedule off and makes him irate. Jerking off is his only solution even though it doesn't come close to the real thing. He'll try to call you over the landline for phone sex if he can, asking, "Can't you just talk me through it, baby?"

He can get pretty desperate if he's letting you ride him, but if you want to take the lead, he won't stop you, no matter how agonizingly slow you draw out his peak.

He hates talking about his jealousy. A part of him views it as a loss of discipline or a failure of emotion. It's a habit of his to fuck you as if he's reaffirming that you're his every time he sees a guy look at you when you're out together.

barkovitch

RELATIONSHIP

Barkovitch feels emotions very strongly, and it's only made worse by the fact that he's completely enamored by you.

I think his relationship with you borders on codependency at times; he finds it really difficult to sleep if you aren't by his side. He's pretty clingy even if he doesn't always show it in front of other people. When you two are alone, he always wants to hold your hand or for you to be touching him in some way, even if it's not sexual.

He can be pretty immature when he's jealous. He'll ignore you for the rest of the day just because the male cashier was flirting with you, even though it eats him up the entire time. It always ends the same; by the end of the day, he's begging at your front door to come to his home and sleep on his mattress with him so he can finally 'get some fuckin' rest.'

He isn't great at expressing himself, and sometimes he speaks impulsively or irationally. He gets defensive whenever you call him out on something, and he feels awful afterwards, apologizing profusely until you finally forgive him and hold him again.

Extremely afraid of losing you, but I think both this and his jealousy would get better with time and reassurance. Your constancy isn't something that he's used to.

In a way, he understands small things about you that nobody else does— "That's your thinking face," or how your leg always bounces when you're anxious. Sometimes, he picks up on your own emotions before you do.

Barkovitch is happy spending time with you just enjoying the little things in life; playing with his pet cat together, having breakfast on his porch and spending time at the lake by his home. He never really thought too far ahead into the future about things like marriage or having children. All he knows is that you make him happy, and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you just like this, even if all you two get to experience are the little things.

He loves to show you his love through handmade gifts like wood carvings with his pocket knife or flowers that remind him of you. He's never been so good with words, so he tries to prove his love to you in other ways.

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Literally had no experience before he met you.

Once you two started having sex, he quickly became addicted to it, and to you.

Honestly doesn’t really know what the hell he’s doing, but he makes up for it with an eagerness to please.

Messy kisser, but if you try to slow him down and teach him how to do it properly, he'll get really good at kissing you just how you like it.

You want him on top? He’ll do it for you happily. You want him under you? He’ll do that, too. I think it’ll take a while for him to actually start expressing sexual preferences if he ever does at all, and if he does, they wouldn’t be hard limits. He’s just in love with you and your body, and is happy with any way he gets it.

“Do you– hmh, like it more like this?” You ask between quiet moans, rolling your hips against his at a deeper angle. You’d been like this for an hour, trying to gauge his reactions to all kinds of different movements and positions. Barkovitch was happy to be your test subject. “That’s– ngh- that’s good. This one’s my favorite,” he breathes, his hands pulling you down against him to try and will you to go faster. “...You’ve said that about the last three positions,” you smile. It’s no deterrence to him as he fucks up into you desperately, and one uncontrolled thrust happens to hit you in the perfect spot that has you shutting yourself up with a moan. “I like ‘em all! I just– fuck, I just– I just love you.”

His stamina wouldn’t be that high, but how can you blame him? How can he last when he gets to fuck you? It would definitely get better with time, but he’s got such a high sex drive he’ll be ready again before you are.

Honestly a pervert. If he can't see you for even a day he's jerking off thinking about you, and he does steal things to remind himself of you while doing it. If your favorite perfume goes missing or you swear an article of clothing never turned back up from the wash, you can probably find it hidden in his room somewhere if you look.

Extremely vocal. He's always been a talker and that doesn't stop during sex. He doesn't really feel shame about it; he wants you to know how you make him feel.

Doesn’t really know how to pace himself to be honest… like you have to actively stop him from jackhammering into you and finishing too fast, but come on... he’s just excited.

Bites you and leaves hickeys. At first it was unintentional, but now he just does it every time, anywhere. Even if you tell him not to, he’ll beg you until you say yes (you always give in, anyways.)

Loves praise. He'd be too embarrassed if he was just getting himself off, even if he sometimes gets carried away, and any bit of reassurance that you like this as much as he does is like heaven to him.

Body worship is just a natural thing for Barkovitch. He's obsessed with you completely. Even when you're not having sex and you're just lying together in bed, he'll kiss you up and down and swear you're the most perfect thing he's ever seen.

Always, always wants to cum inside. Maybe it's just his instinct, but you're literally going to have to stop him from doing so if you don't want that because he will get carried away.

He loves every single part of you, but he can't help but have a consuming fixation with your thighs. If you ever wear skirts or shorts around him, he's taking the first chance you give him to fuck you. Sometimes you'll have to switch to pants for days while you wait for the hickeys he leaves all over your thighs to fade.

Wouldn't mind being tied up by you, if that's what you wanted. He likes it when you're in control, taking care of him. He'll even let you be a little mean or a bit rough as long as you comfort him after with cuddles and kisses (a requirement after sex, in his eyes).

Occasionally can be nasty and refuses to shower unless you join him <3

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Ik I said I liked to multiship but before I request anything like that I really wanted to ask you for TLW boys x chubby reader headcanons (smutty or not I don't mind lol)

tlw boys x chubby reader hc's

did a mix of sfw and nsfw for ya!!! as a fat girl writing shit like this always brings a big ol smile to my face hehe. sorry stebbins' is so much longer than the others but i'm a huge perv about him. garrett wareing was hand-crafted by god to be my dream man.

ray garraty

he's a bit of a bigger boy himself so trust you'd never feel insecure/uncomfortable with him. soo fucking loving its insane. always coming up from behind and kissing you. arm always around your waist in public.

when you get naked in front of him for the first time his jaw drops. he's imagined what you'd look like without your clothes on countless times but nothing compares to the real thing. immediately grabbing at you and kissing you all over. he has to pinch himself to make sure he isn't dreaming. obsessed with your tits, he could grope at them for hours and hours. if you wear a low-cut top he's soo distracted, eyes are practically glued to your cleavage. same thing if you wear shorts. summertime is hell for ray garraty. you're constantly getting pulled into the nearest bathroom for a quickie lol. constant praise, he needs you to know how pretty you are and how good you're being for him! we all know he talks you through it. looves it when you're on top, he's absolutely mesmerized by you.

pete mcvries

the type of guy to rest his hand in your back pocket or on your thigh in public. he doesn't want there to be even the slightest question of whether you're his or not. the most goofy and loving boyfriend!! also very possessive hehe. lots of tummy kisses, and he loves to hold it while you're cuddling/sleeping. kisses every stretch-mark on your body, he thinks they're so pretty.

100% he thinks fat bodies are the sexiest thing on the planet. soo turned on by you just existing tbh. he's obsessed with your body and the way you smell, he can't get enough of it. this guy eats it from the back. loves the way your ass jiggles when he's fucking you from behind, but he gets upset that he can't see your face. thats when a mirror comes into play! forces you to look at yourself and how pretty you look all fucked out. if you're shy about the way you look naked, you won't be for long around pete mcvries. like ray, he also talks you through it and man does he have a filthy mouth. sometimes he'll just start whispering shit in your ear when you're in public just to get you all riled up. always groping your ass and stomach, completely shameless about it too.

art baker

god, you're the prettiest thing in the entire world to him. from personal experience, tall & skinny guys do not play about their fat girls. swears you were hand-crafted by god specifically for him. such a passionate lover, just the sweetest boy in the whole wide world. takes you everywhere to show you off, looves people knowing that you're his. my personal hc is that he's a very good cook, any time he hears your stomach growl he is getting his ass up to make you something yummy :)

eating you out any time you'll let him. he lives for it. he doesn't want you hovering above his face, nonono, he wants you SITTING!! full weight on top of him!! prefers giving just cuz he's so incredibly obsessed with you. so attentive in bed, asking if you're okay 24/7, always telling you how good you feel. such a sweet-talker. very mindful of where he leaves hickies, i think. and always asks beforehand to make sure its okay. also soo fucking good at aftercare, immediately he's going to get a wet rag to clean you up and a snack with some water. holds you close until you fall asleep, then he'll allow himself to doze off.

hank olson

he totally used to make fat jokes. like, all the time. genuinely a little surprised when he realized how attracted to you he is. but man, if you aren't the most stunning thing he's ever laid eyes on. not big into pda tbh, not because he's embarrassed by people knowing you're dating, just cuz he isn't that type of guy. he regularly makes fun of couples who are lovey in public. i think he'd be the type to lock pinkies tho.

definitely prefers you on top during sex. never was the noisy type during sex until you came along, now he can't hold it back. i think your relationship started cuz he kept joking about fucking you, and eventually you confronted him and were like... are u even joking anymore (he was never joking to begin with) you still give him shit for that

billy stebbins

suchh a gentleman, his momma raised him to treat women well. his favorite thing in the world is so scoop you up in his big strong arms and sit you on top of him. you're ALWAYS in his lap. he fuckin loooves it. thinks you're the cutest when you're all squirming and flustered. his hands basically live under your shirt while cuddling, he loves rubbing circles over the soft skin of your tummy. always picking you up, he loves the way you giggle and squeal.

absolute manhandler. hear me out, cock warming while you're on his lap just cuz he wants to feel as close as possible to you. he's got a lotta emotional baggage and you're one of the only good things in his life, he needs to feel that you're there and real. holds your hips down to keep ya from moving too much but he's so big, its entirely overwhelming. tries to soothe you, whispering soft "shhh" 's and "i know baby, i know" 's in your ear. in private one hand is always down your pants, just grabbing at the fat of your thighs. he needs to be touching you 24/7 like he's afraid you'll disappear. then he makes fun of you for getting all worked up. this man fucks HARD, big hands gripping at your love-handles hard enough to leave bruises. the way your tits and stomach move while he's fucking you makes him feral, nearly makes him choke when you have sex for the first time. none of that lights off during sex bullshit, he needs to be able to see every inch of you. there's no teasing billy stebbins, everything you do he'll take it up to 100. if you wear revealing clothes around him you're getting your brains fucked out lol. and then he'll be your sweetheart boyfriend afterwards. ceo of "just the tip" cuz you're sore (and lord knows its never just the tip)

collie parker

also very gentlemanly with you. doesn't overstep in public or anything like that, saves all that for when you're alone. very short-tempered with everybody else but is all "yes ma'am" when it comes to you hehe. loves to cook for/with you, its very therapeutic for him. loves to hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder :)

its a whole different story when he fucks you. he's still caring and attentive, but all that gets overshadowed by how horny you make him lolol. and this guy has crazy stamina. you damn near walk away with whiplash every time you fuck. such a foul mouth, needs you to know how much of an effect you have on him. he's a thigh guy imo, they're so soft and warm he just wants to get lost between them.

richard harkness

actually so smitten. the most in love any man could possibly be. will drop everything at a moments notice for you. has a journal dedicated solely to things he's learned about you, writes in it constantly. very respectful with his hands but don't get it twisted, they will be roaming if you let him.

you could just breathe in his direction and he'd think its the sexiest thing ever. loves it when you're in charge, the most at peace when he's laying back and letting himself get used by you!! the fact that theres a beautiful fat woman on top of him and its not in a fantasy of his just completely blows his mind. soo loud in bed, you feel too good he can't believe it. stick your fingers in his mouth... stick your fingers in his mouth. DO IT!!!

gary barkovitch

click here for more hc's cuz i've actually already written some for him before hehe

has a cork board dedicated to pictures of you, it sits adjacent to his bed so you're the last thing he sees before he falls asleep and the first thing he sees when he wakes up. so whipped that just the sight of you makes his mouth go dry and his palms sweaty, will get soo embarrassed if you make fun of him for it. likes it when you lay your legs over his lap, traces patterns over your soft skin. genuinely doesn't know how he ended up with somebody as hot as you, part of him thinks you're just stringing him along for some sick joke but you assure him thats not the case. you're just so fucking good to him it confuses the poor thing. needs you fully on top of him while cuddling, he loves it so much he struggles to sleep when you're not there.

so handsy, doesn't even realize it but jeez!! takes so many nudes pictures of you, he has an entire collection of them. you're just too hot for him not to. nearly came in his pants the first time he saw you without a shirt on. it was before you guys were even dating, he'd accidentally stumbled into your room while you were changing cuz his ass does not know how to knock. he was super embarrassed but wished he had a way to take a picture without you knowing lolol. and now that you're dating he doesn't hesitate to snap a pic anytime you're changing. wants so badly to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of your stomach, not to hurt you or anything, but just to see how it would feel.

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i hope u guys know i am working on requests but i have to take a solid 5 minutes to clap my hands like a seal and giggle out of excitement every time i get one

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stebbins calling himself “papa stebbins” like that one part in the book but this time he’s fucking you

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hii i have a request for virgin!gary barkovitch x reader during their first time hcs

virgin!gary barkovitch x reader first time hc's

i rlly wanna write a full-on fic about this now... let me know if thats something u guys would be interested in

-you guys have been dating for a while, it was bound to happen sooner or later. he's a young man, you know his hormones are all over the place

-i think he'd be too nervous to bring it up on his own out of fear that you'd push him away and leave. he feels like a perv for thinking about his own partner in a sexual way at first cuz in his head he's so undesirable, who would ever wanna fuck him?

-when you bring up the idea of sex his heart starts beating a mile a minute

-he was a fucking mess. like, borderline shaking from how nervous he was. you were a little scared that maybe be didn't even wanna fuck you!!

-he assured you that he did, he's just terrified

-i feel like he leaves his socks on during sex

-if you're also a virgin, you're figuring everything out together. if not, you're guiding him through it

-as soon as he puts it in he's a goner, has to distract himself so he doesn't finish way too quickly (he still does anyways but its the thought that counts)

-his only prior experience was his own hand and you feel soo much better than he could've ever imagined

-this boy does not know what or where a clit is but he's a decently fast learner when he puts his mind to it

-"ohmygod don't- don't do that" when you start to clench around him, he swears you're trying to kill him

-his hair gets all in his face and then he gets all frustrated cuz he can't see you well enough, super cute

-nearly collapses on top of you after his orgasm, he's never cum that hard in his life

-his pull-out game is complete ass (he doesn't try)

-will not let you get up until he's fallen asleep. for a skinny boy his grip is awful strong

-best sleep he's gotten in his life

-after the first time he's a full-on sex maniac i fear. he is now addicted to the way you feel

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transfem barkovitch x transmasc harkness

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yes

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Charlie Plummer as Gary Barkovitch in The Long Walk ( 2025 ) dir. Francis Lawrence

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thinking about how ray describes gary as looking like a childs well-loved teddybear in the book. cuz, yea. thats him

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MORE NSFW BARKOVITCH HCS!!!!!!!!!!!! MORE BARKOVITCH CONTENT!!!!!!!!!! HES MY FAVORITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pls and ty :3

gary barkovitch nsfw hc's

hehe he's my favorite to write for. i finished the book last night and rewatched the movie so i'm in full-on writer mode now lolol

-basic affection turns him on tbh, he's not used to people actually liking him

-he might try to be dominant but it never lasts long lol. unless he's in one of those moods where he just needs to fuck for the sake of cumming, in that case you're just kinda along for the ride

-he's a moaner, like, full on pornographic shit. he's soo loud and he'll get really embarrassed and probably cry if you ask him to be quiet. sooo don't do that! he wants his/your roommates to hear and will be upset if you don't also

-he's also a biter. whether its you or him or a pillow, he's gotta bite down on something because he gets so overwhelmed

-was terrified to have sex with you at first but now he wants to fuck literally all the time. years of bottled up sexual frustration have now been unleashed, sorry babe...

-you've woken up to him humping you in his sleep multiple times, its very cute. you don't even bother to wake him at this point, you just sit back and let him do this thing

-he wants to cum in you sooo bad, grabs his camera to snap a picture of it before fingering it back into you. the sight of it makes his head fuzzy

-lowkey selfish in bed but learns not to be cuz he's terrified of you leaving. has gotten pretty damn good at oral as a result

-if you don't cuddle him afterwards he assumes that you hate him and starts bawling. you have to pull him into your lap and assure him that you were just going to get water

-cries when he cums cuz he's a sensitive boy!

-one day when cleaning up his room you find a folder full of nude pictures of you, buried underneath a bunch of random bullshit like he was hiding it. gets super ashamed when you bring it up to him

-if you get in an argument and yell at him he WILL get hard, tries to cover it up but its no use

-leaves hickies everywhere. swears he won't but he just can't help himself, your skin is too pretty to not mark up

-will get rough with you if you're giving him head. doesn't mean to but its so hard to resist the urge to fuck your mouth :(( he just gets so caught in the moment

-superperv. will take pictures up your skirt when you aren't paying attention. feels guilty afterwards yeah, but not enough to delete them lolol

-if you're hanging out with friends he'll try to get handsy and whines when you tell him to quit it. he just loves you so much!! he doesn't care if other people are watching

-do not expect aftercare from him cuz he's gonna fall asleep. if anything you're the one who has to take care of him. he'll apologize about it but he lowkey doesn't really care

-super thick happy-trail, will get very flustered if you play with it

-likes to be degraded unless he's in an extra sensitive mood that day, you just gotta be good at reading his body language tbh

-keeps his hair long so its easier for you to tug on, he loves that shit!

-spit in his mouth and he'll be cumming then and there

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gary barkovitch x chubby reader hc's

mostly nsfw and soo self indulgent lol. i'm working on 2 fics of this one right now but i love him so bad i had to write these.

-as a fat girl, i'm qualified to say that gary barkovitch is in fact a chubby chaser. i know one when i see one. straight up does not know what to do when a beautiful fat person is talking to him. starts short-circuiting.

-and if you hug him?? game over!! he'll be a literal mess. so touch-starved he gets hard lolol

-absolute virgin before you, has a hard time believing that you even wanna have sex with him at first

-makes the prettiest noises!! he tries to hold them back but it's nearly impossible with how good you feel. you're so soft and warm it literally drives him insane

-very handsy once he gets comfortable. like, you'll be watching a movie and its so hard to focus cuz he keeps grabbing at you and burying his face in your neck

-has a tendency to cum too quickly but he's sooo cute, finishes in his pants just from kissing you and grabbing at your tummy. then he gets super embarrassed. just the cutest boy ever tbh

-loves his hair pulled!! you found that out after accidentally tugging on it one day while making out and he let out the filthiest moan. i think he just likes pain in general

-sit on his face... he would die a happy man so long as your thighs are wrapped around his head

-i feel like he's a tit guy, and he definitely has an oral fixation

-seeing you all marked up does things to him, especially if u don't bother to cover them up around other people

-overstimulate him!!! make him cum so hard he's on the verge of tears!!! he loves it

-has an entire collection of naked pics of you and shamelessly jerks off to them whenever you're gone

-curls up against you afterwards and falls asleep, sooo adorkable

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Do u only accept tlw boys x reader requests or can I request for ships between them? Bc I love to multiship lol

i can definitely make an attempt! i lowkey suck balls at writing character x character but i gotta work on that somehow LOLOL