#implied lemon

[starshinewritesalot]

Vincent Bishop X Reader - [Wedding Guest Blues]

Summary: NB!Reader goes dress shopping for an event with family and ends up feeling self-conscious about the dress they liked most. Vincent helps them feel better.

CWs: Implied dysphoria, sexism, weight shaming, the typical afab experience, toxic family, depression mention, Vincent's typical perving, SFW with suggestive ending

Addendum: Reader is nonbinary, implied AFAB

WC: 1.2k

Dividers

You came home to your shared apartment, exhausted both physically and emotionally from your trip to the mall. With your long white plastic bag in tow, you dragged your miserable self past Vincent--who was on the couch-- to your room and chucked it onto the bed.

"Uh oh," He lowered the volume on the TV, already knowing something was up just by your expression and posture. He got up and entered your room as soon as you flopped down face first onto the bed, hovering in the doorway for a brief moment as he decided what to do. Being the ass he was, he decided it was only fair for him to lay on top of you as well, curling his fingers into the the gaps between yours from behind. "What's wrong sweetheart?" He murmured into your ear, taking a deep whiff of you like he always did when you got back home from an unfamiliar place.

"Nothing... Just dress shopping..." You sighed, partly out of exasperation and partly due to the weight of him on your back.

He hummed in response, in that kind of "ah, I see" tone. He had an idea of what you were getting at, but he still wanted you to talk with him a little more.

"I'm guessing it wasn't all that grand, if your current state is anything to go by... Let me guess, your family didn't let you pick anything you liked and had a comment for everything you tried on?"

"Yep... Pretty much."

"Oh, you poor thing," He nuzzled his head against yours, shedding purple strands all over you to find later. "Well, do you at least like the dress you settled on?"

You shrugged half-heartedly.

"It's fine, I mean I-I like it but it's not... It doesn't really matter what I think," Your fingers sprawled, body desperate to gesture around like you normally would but unable to due to the purple rat man keeping you pinned down. "Honestly a suit is less than half the trouble, even though they'd never let me wear one... But there was this one dress," You began, smiling slightly.

"It was so beautiful... It was the perfect cut, color, everything... But when I stepped out of the dressing room..."

You trailed off, slowly closing your eyes as you recalled the expression of your family members. Disgusted, horrified, judging.

"It'd be good if we had something to suck that stomach in!"

"Just don't eat before the party, okay?"

"That dress doesn't flatter you at all, makes you look so old!"

"Well... Uh... What do you like about it?"

When your breaths began to grow shaky Vincent sat up, looking down at you sympathetically. "Hey, hey, hey," He rubbed your back gently, giving you room to readjust if you wanted to. "I'm sure you looked gorgeous in it... Hell, you look gorgeous five days into your depression outfit, I kinda like it when you're a lil' stinky--"

"Vincent!"

He chuckled, shaking his head, "Sorry, sorry... But seriously, I mean it. I don't know what they said or did to you, but I can assure you that none of it's true. In fact..." He got up, an idea suddenly entering his mind. You rolled over to look at him while he picked up a pair of your pants accidentally(?), shimmying into them while he spoke. "Where did you say that mall was again?"

"Aw hell Vinny, that dress was damn near 200 dollars! It wasn't worth it anyway, I'm fine with the one I got--"

"Ah, ah! But it's not your dress though. It's the dress you agreed to, but not yours. Let's go find your dress again, I at least want to see my darling in it." He walked out of the room in your ill-fitted pants to go fetch his keys. You groaned, not really wanting to return to the scene of the crime (the crime in question being the absolute MURDER of your self esteem) but you knew Vincent wasn't gonna let up otherwise so you conceded and got back up anyway.

You actually got to enjoy the mall this time around, he parked near the front and got you a little treat from one of the cafes inside, then took you back to the store you were in. Treat first, hard stuff second, he had you practically conditioned, and sometimes you'd even get a treat after too.

Part of you hoped that the dress you liked wasn't there anymore just so that you could give everything up and call it a day, but ironically enough it was on a nearly empty rack all by its lonesome, like it was awaiting your return. You approach it hesitantly, pinching the fabric between your thumb and knuckle to rub the soft material. It was comfortable too...

You thought Vincent had wandered off for a second but it turns out he was right behind you, just hovering. He had a tendency of sneaking up on people like that despite how tall and unique in appearance he was. "This the one?" He asked, reaching past your shoulder so that he could touch it as well. "Hmm... It's soft," He murmured, trying to visualize you in it. He gulped back a bit of drool, being the pervert that he was. Suit or dress, he liked seeing you in both but liked ripping them off of you even more...

You snatched it off the rack, rolling your eyes as you already knew what kind of lewd thoughts were racing through his mind. You speed walked to the dressing room, knowing that he was behind you as he'd never miss a chance to see you try on some clothes. As you shimmied into it once again and zipped it up, you tried to recall the burst of confidence you felt when you first put it on. You swished the skirt around and did a little twirl, but even so you still felt the sting of the words exchanged hours earlier. Maybe they were right, maybe you were just crazy and the dress really was that ugly on you. "I guess it's just okay," You felt yourself almost relinquishing your adamance on the subject, but when you slowly opened the door to the dressing room and stepped out Vincent was taken aback.

Seeing his shock made you want to slam the door shut again, but this was a different kind of surprised, the good kind. Vincent Bishop had been a natural performer all his life, but you could tell when he was faking things. This was not one of those times.

"Oh, darling..."

He clutched a dark hand over his heart, crumpling up the fabric of his shirt. "You... You look..."

"Ghastly?"

"No! You look... Perfect..."

He stood right where he was for a little while, just to marvel and croon over you like the obsessive boyfriend he was, but soon enough he was up to no good again. He glanced around for any of the shop attendants, and when he noticed they were absent he began to creep closer. "What's say I help you out of that pretty little dress of yours, hmm?~"

"Vincent," You warned, slowly backing into the dressing room anyway. "You break it, you buy it y'know."

"Who said I wasn't going to get it for you, cara mia?"

"Oi, don't you cara mia me!"

Alas, before you could back-sass him any further it was already too late. The door was closed behind him and he was determined to add white accents to that beautiful, perfect dress.

[inky-does-art]

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

[makabunni]

A little WIP while I brainstorm how I'm going to finish it. Definitely gotta fix gray's face 🤣🤣

[stanknotstark]

“Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?” “That was supposed to be a wink!”

You’re enjoying not enjoying Tony’s party with Loki in a corner. You’re both making up completely fake lives for the people mingling around the tower’s floor. 

“Oh, she definitely owns a Pomeranian and dresses it up in cutesy sweaters and takes pictures of it for the holidays!” You say giggling.

Loki smiles and  stealthily points at the young gentleman standing next to the middle aged woman you teased. “He is her bell boy but when the husband,” Loki points at the older gentleman on the woman’s other side, “isn’t looking she uses him as a boy toy.” 

You look at Loki with a racy smirk and try to wink at him which you know doesn’t look great because Loki frowns at you, “Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?”

You blush and laugh, “That was supposed to be a wink!” You explain, hitting Loki in the chest lightly, making sure not to spill either of your drinks with the hit. 

Loki chuckles. “An abominable try, dear.” Loki says lifting his drink to his lips. 

“Like you can do better.” You huff.

Loki brings his drink down, looks across the party, then lays his eyes on you with a seductive look. You stand petrified in your position looking up at the god. He then winks at you and you let out a small breath as if the air got punched out of you. 

Shaking yourself mentally you look away from him, “Show off.” You say, bringing your own drink up so you can hide your face which is no doubt red as a tomato. 

You hear Loki chuckle then watch as he takes your drink then places both your drinks on the table near you and wraps an arm around your waist. At this you turn in his arm to look at him with raised brows. Loki smirks down at you and you’re almost delirious with how close he is. If you just moved forwards a little bit you’d be able to taste those irresistible lips.

“I can teach you.” Loki says, your eyes glued to his smirking lips. 

“Is that so?” You ask in a soft voice. 

Loki hums. He pulls you even closer, somehow, enough that you feel his breath fan over your face when he opens his mouth slightly and licks his lips. Now you look into the god’s eyes and see them barren of all emotions except lust. 

“However, you would have to pay me back in some form.”

You feel yourself become confident and smirk at Loki. “I’m sure I can come up with something.” 

At these words Loki closes his eyes and takes your lips into his. You close your eyes and let him take and take from you. He knows how to use his lips well because he’s practically unraveling you right here in the middle of a party. You pull from him before you’re too lost and place a hand on his chest. Breathlessly you look up at the now smug god. “Your place or mine?” You smile seductively. 

Before you can blink Loki has teleported you both to his room. You pull from him and look at the bed covered in silk sheets. You sit on it, with a coy look at Loki, then lay down and spread yourself for Loki to admire. 

“Are you going to join or shall I do this on my own?” You ask as Loki just stands there staring at you, hunger in his eyes. 

You giggle when Loki practically jumps you.

[factorykat]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged by the lovely @pinkfadespirit and I actually have something to share today! It's a bit 🔥🌶 so it's under a cut but I started this piece on a whim and didn't expect it to turn for the smutty. I certainly do need to write more of it soooo~

Once more, the gentle touch made him shudder as he dared to make eye contact. In the low light of the med bay, Anders was something else entirely. He was hauntingly beautiful - long and lean, gold and sharp edges, but deceptively powerful. Even now, years later, the sight was still enough to get a man's heart racing. “Is it too late?” Hawke posed the question without taking his eyes off the mage in front of him. Not even as he reached to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Anders’s ear. He was already going grey at the temples, but it simply added to his allure, giving him a scholarly appearance.

Fuck. Hawke couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“For?” There was a coyness in the word, almost uncharacteristically so.

He leaned over the table a little more to reach Anders, who neither protested nor pulled away as Hawke swooped in to kiss him, firm and sudden. 

There was a reluctance in Anders’ efforts to reciprocate the kissing at first, but it gave way to fervor and desperation rather quickly. He dropped the rag in favor of planting both of his palms on either side of Hawke’s face, practically holding him in place while he hungrily savored each kiss, tongue daring to breach his lips and explore his mouth like it were the very first time all over again. Soon enough Anders’ hands slid away from his face. One came to rest on his shoulder while it's twin cradled the crown of Hawke’s head and long, nimble fingers twisted themselves in his hair. The next thing he knew was Anders’s mouth on his throat and the rest was practically a blur. A hazy, love-drunk blur, in which his own hands greedily pried at the laces of the mage's breeches.

When Anders elicited a desperate mewling sound rather than one of protest, well that was all the encouragement Hawke needed. Long legs straddled his waist and pinned him in place. Hastily, Anders let go and pawed awkwardly at the waistband of his trousers, completely unwilling to stop kissing him long enough to properly free his already stiffening cock from the many layers of fabric.

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[cockasinthebird]

6 months ago, Billy Hargrove moved to the little shitstain that Hawkins is on the world map, so far removed from everything else that if you were to ask Google Maps for directions, it would say, “Are you sure?”

He had been swift and merciless in defeating the reigning Keg King Steve - not that the trust fund kid had really put up much of a fight, what with Nancy Wheeler breaking his heart just the same night as his dethroning of his keg-stand record, leaving Harrington with very little willpower to truly struggle for the crown.

5 months ago, Billy Hargrove made his first successful move on Steve; cornering him at one of Tommy Hagan’s parties which Harrington had been invited to mostly out of pity, but also out of interest.

It didn’t take a lot of convincing really, once Steve realised that Billy was serious when he called him a pretty boy, said that green is a good color on him, or that he has a sweet ass, but then again, Steve’s not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, that much he knows. So with too little alcohol in his system and a lot of wrecked nerves, he found himself in the back of a blue camaro.

4 months ago, Billy Hargrove punched Steve for the first time, after finding him cozying up with Tammy Thompson, of all people, at some post-game party celebrating their basketball victory against the Delphi Oracles.

At first it was just a bit of seemingly friendly banter, although everyone knows how Tammy has had her eyes set on Steve Harrington for forever, so perhaps she giggled a bit louder than necessary and touched his arm one too many times, but Billy couldn’t stop staring. And when he asked Steve about it, the pretty boy was as oblivious as ever, never even saw the fist coming, and honestly that did put a bit of a strain on their “friendship”.

3 months ago, Billy Hargrove lied to Steve about why he had seen it fit to give him a black eye; blamed it on adrenaline from winning, the alcohol in his system, and anger from home, which wasn’t a complete lie there.

With the promise of above average weed and an “honest” apology, Steve got lured out to the quarry at night, and it was fucking cold, what were Billy even thinking, but when he slid into the backseat, Steve followed all too easily with no need for persuasion, as they hotboxed the BMW and tied the knot on their reconciliation with a stellar blowjob.

2 months ago, Billy Hargrove showed up to the Harrington manor with way too much beer for the two of them, but it was necessary for him to finally let go and tell the truth about a few things that most people don’t know.

Whenever Steve finished one can, Billy had finished two, and yet neither of them saw fit to mention that they seem to be drinking a lot more than usual lately. But that night Hargrove was drinking like his life depended on it, and it felt like it too, because there was a constant pain in his heart, an aching in his soul, and he needed a good fair share of liquid courage to finally tell the other how he truly feels. 

1 month ago, Billy Hargrove bought freaking flowers and chocolates like it was Valentine’s, and showed up on Steve’s doorstep all too early in the day, and told him to get dressed, pretty boy, we’re going on a date.

Together in the camaro they drove to Indianapolis; far away enough that no one they knew would see them smiling and laughing, hands brushing with the desire to hold each other, but Billy’s not there yet. They spent the entire day walking and talking, uninterrupted by the usual craving of flesh whenever they’re alone, and it was nice, it was good, it was a first step.

[nalufever]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Written by request for @catiaaraujo2004 Thank you! Sorry this took so long, but it just kept kinda growing and growing! (almost 5000 words)

Even the luckiest person can't win every bet they enter into, but Lucy is not convinced she's on the losing end of the bargain after the first of Natsu's demands - and even more sure she's secretly winning late at night when his requests stop flirting with naughty and go straight into torrid delights she's only ever dreamed about.

Available to read on FF.net

Thanks to @impracticaldemon and @ff-darkshininglight for reading the draft and giving comments and edits. Hugs to you both!

[barbarasbae]

Even in Hawkins-Permission

Part three of Even in Hawkins 

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader,                    Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

Word Count: 1.6k

 Warnings: Implied smut, making out, 18+ please 

Y/n was well aware she had let the drugs and the punch get the best of her at the party, embarrassed. She felt like Billy deserved to be thanked. She went up to him in the parking lot after school, the alpha waiting for his little sister as he lit another cigarette. “Hey.” He smirked. She got close and kissed him on the cheek, taking a large step back after. “Thanks for helping me on Saturday. I couldn’t think straight like that. It was awful.” 

“Any time sweetheart.” He winked, a tint coming to her cheeks. He liked that. It meant he was making progress. Billy noticed as time went on that the two omegas were getting bolder...more couple-y. He observed them reaching for one another’s hands more frequently. Steve was getting more confident about it, even wrapping his arms around her occasionally. 

“Steve?” 

“Hm?” 

“Wanna see a movie on Saturday?”

“God yes.” She giggled, giving him her applesauce. His parents were surprisingly home that weekend, Steve getting real sick of dealing with his dad constant reprimanding, his mom wine drunk and telling him he needed to find an alpha soon so she could start spoiling grandbabies. Steve just nodded or rolled his eyes, practically flying out the door at the sight of Y/n’s car in his driveway. He threw his arms around her when she got out of the car. “Thank god. It’s almost worse when they’re home.” She frowned, rubbing his back. “Steven! Get off of her!” His mom called, standing in the front doorway. She kissed his cheek, Steve smiling at the weird grunt his mom. They giggled and got in the car, Y/n driving off. Steve and Y/n shared a popcorn, not really paying attention to whatever they were supposed to be watching (some kind of horror movie. maybe) in favor of making out. The theater was pretty much empty, the pair thankful it was just betas and then one bonded alpha/omega pair, meaning they probably wouldn’t get harrassed by someone thinking they were hot or an abomination. “Steve, not so hard.” She hissed, Steve having nipped her bottom lip pretty hard. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” They left the movie a little worse for wear, lips swollen, lip gloss smeared on both of them, Y/n laughing and trying to help Steve when they got to the light. “I think you might just need to fix it yourself.” They did a quick pit stop to look like they hadn’t just been making out for the last two hours. Y/n took the backroads home, spotting a familiar blue car about three miles out of town. She slowed to a stop, seeing the hood open, Billy looking into it. “You need help?” He looked up, seeing his favorite couple staring at him. “No.” She shrugged and took a little detour, finding a mechanic and telling them where Billy was. She followed just in case. He was still struggling when they got back. “Do you like him?” Steve asked, suddenly worried. He wasn’t an alpha. What if she left him, just like Nancy? Was he not enough? Was he not smart enough? Big enough? Man enough? “I’m just being nice.” Her voice pulled him out of the spiral of thoughts. “I...tolerate him. Maybe even like him like this much.” She held up her hand, her pointer finger and thumb practically touching. “It’s just ‘cause he was nice to me when I needed it, Steve.” She leaned over and kissed Steve’s nose, interlocking her fingers with his. He has to admit he loved when she was super physical with him, soothing him a little. “You sure you don’t need that ride, amigo?” He huffed and got in her back seat, Y/n and Steve driving a silent Billy to the mechanic’s shop. Steve was pouting in the front seat, Y/n trying to ignore him. They sat with Billy, playing black jack while they waited. “I wanna deal this time.” Steve begged, Billy rolling his eyes and pushing the stack of cards over to him. “You’re a priss, you know that Harrington?” Steve didn’t say anything to them, grumbling under his breath, Y/n laughing when she caught ‘at least I can get an omega to suck my dick.’ Billy won most of the rounds, Y/n’s cards almost perfect whenever she won, basically just watching Billy take on a good five cards before they showed their cards. “Hargrove?” Billy got up and took care of his car. “You wanna go get dinner?” Y/n asked Billy, holding Steve’s hand tightly. “Sure.”

They all met up at what used to be Benny’s diner. “So why were you out that far from town?”

“Had a date.” She nodded, turning her attention to Steve. Billy felt like an intruder to the soft spoken and probably tender hearted conversation they were having. She kissed his cheek, Steve wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. She dropped her head on his shoulder. “So I assume you two are a couple.” Steve nodded. He whispered something to Y/n, whose face tinted slightly before nodding. “My house is empty for the night. Wanna get this stuff to go?” The boys agreed, Y/n leading the way, Billy following a little too close for comfort. It was late at this point, most of the neighborhoods lights off. Steve sipped on his milkshake while she unlocked the door, not liking how close behind her the alpha was. They sat around the kitchen table, Y/n snorting when Steve relayed what he and Dustin had talked about at three in the morning that day. “That’s terrible advice Steve.” He looked confused. “How are girls supposed to know you’re interested when you act like you don’t care about them? I bet it works with most alphas, but in general, doesn’t make sense.” She critiqued. “Well it worked on you didn’t it?” 

“I don’t think that counts.” Billy had been quiet the entire time, taking their dynamic. She was more submissive than he’d ever seen her, Billy taking pride in the realization that he got under her skin all the time. She seemed to take the lead with Steve, especially in Billy’s presence, but was clearly unsure of herself, hesitant with certain touches. Billy wondered as she fed Steve a fry if she’d be submissive to him. He got up, picking up his plate, her jumping up to take it immediately. “Do you need something to drink?” She asked Steve, who shook his head. She took plates to the kitchen, the boys moving a little closer as she got up. 

“So how did you get another omega to date you, pretty boy?” He pinked at the nickname like always. He shrugged. “We just kept hanging out and then one day we were making out on my couch.” The blond nodded, twisting one of his rings. “What was up with you at practice today, man? You seemed...unfocused.” Steve bristled a little and Billy knew the reason practice had gone the way it did was because he was making as much contact with Steve as often as he could. The omega had tripped over his own feet when Billy’s hand ‘accidentally’ grazed his thigh. “You weren’t any help.” Steve was right. Billy had also been shit at practiced, more focused on getting to the omega than he was actually getting practice in. Y/n came back to their faces a few inches from each other, a certain look on Steve’s face. She came to stand behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Do it.” She told him in a whisper. “Really?” He whipped his head up to look at her, her nodding. “I’m right here if you need something.” She promised. “Just make sure you take my comforter off my bed I don’t know how to get slick off of that.” She kissed his cheek and went to the couch, turning on the tv. She heard thudding footsteps as the boys tripped over themselves to get up stairs, Y/n later finding a boot on one of the steps when she went to get water. She sat on the couch, finding cheers, the added noise of her headboard tapping the wall upstairs making her smile. About an hour and a half later, pink faced Steve came down the stairs, his shirt backwards, only wearing one sock, shoes in hand. “Hey Billy’s gonna take me home.” 

“Okay. Honey your shirts on backwards.” She chuckled, Billy coming down the stairs as she helped him fix it. “Good night.” She kissed Steve, him kissing her nose. Billy found his other boot and walked into the kitchen where she was washing out a mug. He found her waist, setting her down on the counter a foot away from the sink. “I didn’t get any time with you, sweetheart.” He purred, one hand gripping her thigh, the other holding her close to him. He smirked at the heat that rose to her skin, lips going under her chin to her throat, sucking gently. She gripped his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him before she could stop herself. He nipped, her moaning softly. “S-stop.” She protested softly, hands going to his hair. She tugged, Billy groaning into her neck. “Please get off.” She whined,  pushing his shoulders gently. He stopped, looking at her curiously. “Another time.” She said meekly, not knowing if Steve was okay with this. He kissed her, her kissing back for a moment before pushing him all the way off. “Bye.” She said softly after he helped her off the counter. Billy watched her straighten her clothes, following out of the kitchen. “Don’t have too much fun.” She teased Steve, knowing one of the boys wasn’t actually going home tonight. He nodded. Y/n watched Billy guide  Steve out the door, hand firmly planted on his ass. Steve was going to have a lot to tell her about in the morning.

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