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This blog is catered to multiple fandoms, run by several folks we write for whomever is requested to us by those who pop in our inbox. Some fandoms requested may not be on the list of fandoms the admins write for but we will give it our best! Here you’ll find an easy map to navigation through our blog and if any questions arise feel free to ask one of us. 

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Do you know of anyone who’s taking fic requests? I don’t know how to find anyone

Gonna put out the call here! If you're a writer and you're currently taking requests, reply or reblog this post so we know!!

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Can't wait to see what this blog has in store!

As soon as we get more requests, we can post more works.

Until then, check out our authors' main writing blogs: @writercole @unfortunate-brat @buckys-zomdoll @fictional-affairs

If you would like to make a request, you cannot request a specific author at this time, but you can send a request to the blog and one of our authors may choose to write it if it tickles their muse.

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Hii, new follower here! Really like the blog😍

May I request a reader fic with the quote "Oh no... don't ask me for advice or we're gonna end up at the same liquor store."

This fits with so many characters! Like Spike (BTVS), Dean (SPN), Billy Butcher (The Boys), Murphy (Z-Nation), Bucky (MCU).

I thought you guys might enjoy this prompt.

-🐢

Hi, I was originally going to take this request but my workload is too much to put this in. I’ll have to pass, unless you can wait another three months or so. 

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Are you all still taking requests?

yes, we're still working on one sent to us. It'll take us some time, though if you're asking for smut please do so off anon so we know you're not a kid.

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hey yas

HOW MANY SIDEBLOGS DO YOU HAVE!!!!

This is Hades here and too many, please stay on our mains for questions like these lmao.

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hey there! would any of you lovely people be open to writing for marvel? Im thinking particularly bruce banner and fem!reader smut. I feel like theres hardly any bruce content anywhere and the stuff thats there is usually subby-bruce which is the complete opposite of what i want (no hate though of course!). Thanl you so much for considering my request! 🪐✨🍃

I would love to accept this request, it may take me some time but keep an eye out for it. ~~ Athena

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Second Scent

Title: Second Scent

Author: Themis // Beta & Header by Epione // Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Word Count: 1604

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Alpha!Fem!Reader x Castiel

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, ABO dynamics, unpresented angel

Summary: You’re an alpha. You meet someone who has no secondary presentation. When you start to fall for him, will the complications be too much or will you figure it out? A/N: This is my first piece for WFW and my first ABO dynamics. I hope it lives up to your expectations, anon!

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Second Scent

Title: Second Scent

Author: Themis // Beta & Header by Epione // Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Word Count: 1604

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Alpha!Fem!Reader x Castiel

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, ABO dynamics, unpresented angel

Summary: You’re an alpha. You meet someone who has no secondary presentation. When you start to fall for him, will the complications be too much or will you figure it out? A/N: This is my first piece for WFW and my first ABO dynamics. I hope it lives up to your expectations, anon!

It was hard being an alpha female. Omega women were scared of me and alpha men weren’t trusting. Even betas steered clear for the most part. Except one.

Castiel. He was a special case, though. Cas was an angel on earth -- literally. Wings, halo, powers. An actual angel. You guessed it wasn’t fair to consider him a beta since he didn’t really ‘present’ like the rest of humankind. His vessel was a male primary sex, but no secondary traits. He didn’t smell alpha, omega, or beta. He just smelled like Cas. That’s what caught your attention for the first time.

You were walking home from work one evening when this dark haired, blue eyed man started walking next to you.

“Don’t freak out,” he told me, “But there are some men following you. I can sense they have ill intentions.” He continued walking beside you and you turned your head to look at him. 

“I smelled them a couple of blocks back,” you replied, sniffing deeply. “They’re also not exactly quiet. I do appreciate the gesture, but I’m an alpha. It wouldn’t be a fair fight with the two betas back there.”

“Oh.” The man looked sheepish as he walked next to you with his hands in his trench coat pocket. 

“What, exactly, are you?” you asked. “I can’t smell a secondary sex on you.”

“I’m an angel of the Lord.” He responded so quickly and so confidently that for a moment you thought he was joking. However, when you looked at him, his face was deadly serious and his blue eyes were shining with electricity.

“An angel. A real, honest-to-Jack angel?” As confident as he was, you weren’t exactly a believer.

“How do you know the Lord’s name is Jack?” he questioned, cocking his head to the side and looking at you intently.

“Um, I didn’t. I was talking about the liquor.” He looked even more confused when you told him that so you attempted to clarify. “Jack Daniels?”

“Does Jack Daniels make you honest?”

“Yes. Yes it does,” you confirmed with a chuckle. The pair of you walked along in silence for a few blocks before you spoke again. “What’s an angel of the Lord doing here anyway?”

“I’m attempting to take care of a threat to humankind. I got distracted when I suspected you could be in danger.” His confident words were at odds with his nervous fidgeting as you walked.

“Wait, I distracted an angel of the Lord?” You stopped and put your hand on his arm, causing him to stop and turn towards you. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be hyper-focused?”

The angel chuckled. “That’s not true. We don’t feel the things that humans do but we do still get distracted by beautiful people.”

“Smooth. So is there something else I can call you? Angel sounds a little...intimate for someone I’ve just met.” 

“Castiel. My name is Castiel,” the angel told you with a close-lipped smile. 

Cas kept showing up when you were walking alone. Sometimes he would pass it off as a coincidence but other times he would admit that he was waiting for you. Instead of being creepy, you found it endearing, somehow. After a few weeks of this, you asked him to dinner.

“Angels don’t eat, Y/N. Dinner would be impractical,” he told you.

“Okay, maybe I can rephrase that. Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” You hoped that being plain in your meaning would entice him to confirm, or deny, that he felt some kind of connection to you.

The confused tilt of his head led you to understand that he still had no idea what you meant. You chuckled at his squinted eyes and furrowed brow and tried to explain further.

“Castiel, I feel like there’s a connection between the two of us. I’d like to spend some time together exploring that connection,” you told him.

“Oh. I suppose there is something. I enjoy spending time with you but I want you to know that there are no sexual urges. I haven’t felt the need for sex since I returned to this plane of existence,” he replied. 

“Noted. Shall we continue our walk then?” You were hopeful that his confirmation that there was something was….something. 

You and Cas dated for several weeks but he still hadn’t given you a straight yes or no on feelings. You, however, were falling for him. Hard. One night, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Cas?” you called, getting the attention of the blue-eyed angel. 

“Yes, Y/N?” he responded, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you lifted your head and pressed your lips to his. He was surprised, but you felt his lips move against yours, his hand wrapping around your neck while his other arm snaked around your waist. 

You slipped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck. When you couldn’t wait for breath any longer, you pulled back, slowly fluttering your eyes open to see Cas gazing at you with a soft smile.

“I couldn’t wait any longer. I think I’m in love with you, Castiel,” you whispered, hoping that he wouldn’t be scared off. The idea that he could reciprocate your feelings, however, was just a dull speck of hope. You’d settle for anything, as long as he’d stick around.

“Y/N, I…” he started, trailing off, trying to find the right words.

You loosened your arms from his neck and tried to step back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” 

You were cut off by Cas pressing his lips back to yours, effectively stopping you from talking. He pulled back after a moment, his gaze still soft, the smile still on his face. “I was going to say that you’ve reawakened urges and feelings that I’ve long since accepted as dead. I believe there is a high probability that I’m falling in love with you. But I have concerns about your alpha presentation.”

“Cas, I don’t want pups. Ever. I couldn’t be happier that you haven’t presented as an omega, or even a beta. It wouldn’t matter anyway because even if I did want those things, I’d want them with you.” You smiled at your angel boyfriend as you pulled him down into another kiss. This time, you ran your tongue across his lips and he parted them, allowing you to slip inside his mouth.

You moaned into his mouth and pushed him backwards towards your couch. He sat back with a huff and you straddled his lap. You wrapped your fingers into his hair and tipped his head backwards. Your lips met with his in a heated, passionate kiss, your tongues exploring each others’ mouths, his hands trailing down your sides lightly to rest on your waist.

You ground your hips against his, making him groan into your mouth. Detaching your lips from his, you kissed your way down his neck, your hands making their way to the buttons of his shirt and loosening them. As soon as the buttons were free, you slid his shirt from his shoulders. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, pupils blown with lust, lips parted. His hands slipped under your shirt and lifted it over your head. 

Your hands trailed down Cas’s chest to his belt, making quick work of the buckle and unbuttoning his pants as his hands fumbled to remove your bra. You yanked his pants and boxers down his thighs and quickly removed your own as well before settling back on his lap, your knees on each side of his thighs.

“Cas, are you sure about this?” you asked him. “I don’t want to push you to do something you don’t really want.”

“No, Y/N. You’re in my life for a reason. If that reason is to reignite feelings in this vessel that I didn’t think I could feel anymore, then I’m happy with that.” Cas licked his lips and pulled you down towards him. “I want you. All of you.” He pressed his lips to yours and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

You rose up on your knees and lined his cock up with your dripping entrance and sank down, slowly filling yourself with his dick. Cas’s eyes fluttered shut and his mouth hung open at the sensation of your wet heat surrounding his cock. You stilled once you had taken his entire length. 

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you slowly lifted along his shaft until just the tip remained inside. You slid back down, rolling your hips to grind your clit against his pelvis. You set a steady pace, alternating bouncing and grinding, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot just right with every thrust. 

Your climax built quickly and you could feel your knot swelling. “Cas,” you panted, “Want you to come with me.” 

“‘M close,” he gasped.

“Take my knot, Cas.” You felt him respond to your words, his seed filling you up as your release triggered your knot. You cried out, throwing your head back in ecstasy, and stilled. You rested your head on Cas’s shoulder and panted as you both came down from your highs.

Cas wrapped his arms around you and held you close. You could feel his pulse under your cheek, your hearts pounding with the same rhythm. 

You spoke first, sitting back onto his lap and looking into his eyes, your foreheads pressed against each other. “I love you, Castiel.”

“I love you, too, Y/N.” 

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Butcher Girl

Title: Butcher Girl

Author: Epione

Word Count: ~2.3k

Fandom: The Boys (TV show)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader

Rating: Explicit (NSFW 18+)

Tags: bar fights, aggressive men, first dates, flirting, nicknames, teasing, smut, beach sex/car sex, unprotected sex

Summary: Billy wasn’t always a tough guy before he joined the Royal Marines. 

A/N: Request from Cole: Billy Butcher x Reader, pre-Rebecca. Fluff to smut - maybe a date?

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I’m hoping you could possibly do one with reader and Castiel? I’m so happy to find a tumblr with their requests definitely open.

This is about to be more detailed than you would have expected or wanted.

I would very much like one where the reader is an Alpha female who doesn’t want pups. To make it more complicated, she thinks she’s in love with Castiel. Different from the biological love, but it makes no difference because he hasn’t made it known how he feels about her, nor has he revealed any secondary gender that might further attract her. I’m not sure how to get to the part where they decide to be together.

I know it’s different from the average a/b/o, but I was kind of interested in either them struggling for dominance or her/reader being the dominant one. I was originally kind of thinking she’s an alpha female, rarer than omegas. Then he shows her he’s either a capable beta or alpha, or he doesn’t know anymore, since angels don’t have genders of any sort.

Even though the body he has is only his now, he feels male, but he’s not had those urges since his body was remade. Maybe, as an earthbound angel, he doesn’t have a secondary gender and that fact is what really piques her interest.

Or they can both be alpha because that’s also fun!

Or different versions. (Probably too busy for that!)

Anyway, having it end in smutty goodness.

If this is not something you can do, thank you anyway! Thanks for writing, in general! I’m sorry because I know how hard writing is. I’m just not good with putting a story together.

Nonnie - this looks amazing! I’m excited to give it a try! I’ll start work on it in just a bit and will hopefully have it done by Sunday!

- Themis

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Every Other Freckle

Title: Every Other Freckle

Author: Epione // header by Hades // beta by Themis

Word Count: ~1.2k

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: Explicit (NSFW 18+)

Tags: song based fic, fluffy smut, established relationship, blowjob, missionary, unprotected sex, sharing a bath

Summary: Dean jumps at the opportunity that presents itself when you’re finally alone in the bunker together.

A/N: Request from @idreamofdeanie : “Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Dean Winchester fic based on the song “Every Other Freckle” by Alt-J. Smut pls and thank you! I always think of his freckles when I hear that song.” 

NB**  This is purely based off of the song lyrics. Not my lyrics whatsoever, all credit goes to the artist. This is simply a fictional interpretation of those lyrics.

***I want to share your mouthful... I want to do all the things your lungs do so well…***

Dean barely waited five minutes once the bunker was empty save for you two. As soon as he found you in the library researching, he scooped you out of your chair and carried you towards your shared bedroom. Knowing the bunker like the back of his hand, he claimed your lips with his own as he walked down the corridors. 

“What’s gotten into you?” you wondered aloud breathily even though, quite frankly, you honestly didn’t care. He could take you like this whenever he wanted, and he knew it too. 

“My need to get into you,” he murmured back playfully before capturing your lips again, pressing you against the bedroom door. 

“Then by all means,” you moaned into his mouth, taking the oxygen from each others’ lungs while you curled your fingers in his hair and he impatiently opened the door.

***I'm gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a bean bag… Turn you inside out to lick you like a crisp packet***

As soon as you were both undressed, you gently shoved Dean backwards onto the mattress and crawled on top of him to continue your makeout session. You rutted your hips against him as you worked him up even more. 

“Baby, please,” he rasped, leading you to slide down and position yourself between his legs, your breath ghosting over his thick erection. 

“Since you asked so nicely,” you murmured before licking up his shaft, your tongue lingering at the head while you batted your eyes and looked up at him. 

Dean’s eyes rolled back when you wrapped your lips around his cock, his head falling back against the pillows while he moaned out something incomprehensible. You took him as deep as your throat would allow you to, bobbing your head up and down slowly while you worked his balls with one of your hands, holding the base of his dick in the other. “Holy shit,” he gasped when you began to hollow your cheeks along with the rest of your motions. 

You knew he wouldn’t let himself come in your mouth-- no, he enjoyed coming inside of you far more. So you weren’t surprised when the hands that he had tangled in your hair at some point pulled you off of his cock and back on top of him. 

***You're the first and last of your kind***

“You’re going to ruin me, woman,” he growled with a smirk on his lips. 

“How so?” you teased inquisitively, positioning his dick at your entrance. 

Gripping you by the waist, he pulled you down onto him, both of you moaning in pleasure from the feeling of you so tight around him. “I’ll never be able to get another blowjob without comparing it to the way you suck my dick…” he whispered in choked breaths. 

“Luckily, you won’t need anyone else but me…” you replied, grinding against him slowly while you placed a rough kiss on his lips.

***I want to be every lever you pull… And all showers that shower you...I'm gonna paw, paw at you...***

In one swift motion, Dean wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled on top of you, pulling your legs up to lock around his waist while he bottomed out inside you. “I don’t want anyone else but you,” he answered huskily. 

You arched your back up off the bed when he hit your sweet spot, the pressure building in your core. “Good,” you whined, bucking your hips against him for more of that precious friction while you clung to his freckled shoulders. 

“Because you’re mine… All mine…” His voice was low, husky, and you could tell by the way his thighs began to tremble that his orgasm was sneaking up on him. 

“All yours, Dean,” you whimpered in response, raking your nails down his back, certainly hard enough to leave scratch marks. “And you’re all mine.”

***Devour me…*** 

Dean buried his face in the crook of your neck as he continued to thrust in and out of you, placing rough, open-mouthed kisses along any part of you that he could reach. “Wanna feel you come for me, baby,” he mumbled into your collarbone, the vibrations of his voice tickling your skin.

***I want to be every button you press… And all the baths that surround you...***

“Wanna come with you, Dean,” you moaned back, clenching your walls around him and tightening your thighs around his waist. 

He picked up the pace and slammed his hips into you harder, his hand snaking down between the two of you and circling his thumb over your clit. Increasing the pressure with each time he hit your sweet spot, you felt the coil tighten further until finally it snapped and you cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you. 

Dean came with one last deep thrust, painting your walls with his seed while your name spilled from his lips. He buried his face in the pillow beside your head, both of you panting as you came down from your highs. Slowly, he withdrew himself from you and rolled out of the bed and onto his feet, extending his arm out to you. 

“Come on, let’s go bathe,” he suggested with a soft smile. Returning his grin, you took his hand and followed him to the bunker’s tub, clinging to his back like a monkey while he ran the water.  

***I'm gonna kiss you… Like the sun browns you… Devour me, devour me...***

His shoulder freckles entranced you once more, and you began to lightly trail your lips across his skin while you waited for the tub to fill up. Once it was ready, Dean climbed in first so that you could settle between his legs and lean back against his chest, his arms wrapped around you as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. 

You sat in the hot water with Dean for what seemed like hours, simply resting with your eyes closed and listening to the beat of his heart. When you opened your eyes, you looked up at him, your face relaxing into a smile that reflected his own. 

With your eyes and in your thoughts, you were making love to him all over again-- you’d let him devour you whenever he damn well pleased. 

***If you really think that you can stomach me… I want every other freckle, freckle***

"What are you staring at, sweetheart?" he asked, a genuine curiosity in his tone.

"I'm just tracing your freckles," you replied as you shifted to face him. You connected his freckles with soft strokes from your fingertips, finding yourself lost in the way they faded from his cheeks down his neck and across his shoulders. 

“What about my freckles?” he countered playfully, drawing your attention back up to his smile and the beautiful little crinkles in the corners of his eyes. 

Stifling a giggle, you answered with, “I want every other one of them.”

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Dean Winchester fic based on the song “Every Other Freckle” by Alt-J. Smut pls and thank you! I always think of his freckles when I hear that song 💖

Of course sweet reader! Epione here, ready to take on the task.

I absolutely love this song and I recently did another song based fic about Dean!

Just to be sure, would you like this to be a Dean/Reader fic?

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An Update on this request: 

Fic is in progress, and I hope to be able to post it on Wednesday, March 17th!

-Epione

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Dean Winchester fic based on the song “Every Other Freckle” by Alt-J. Smut pls and thank you! I always think of his freckles when I hear that song 💖

Of course sweet reader! Epione here, ready to take on the task.

I absolutely love this song and I recently did another song based fic about Dean!

Just to be sure, would you like this to be a Dean/Reader fic?

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Butcher Girl

Title: Butcher Girl

Author: Epione

Word Count: ~2.3k

Fandom: The Boys (TV show)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader

Rating: Explicit (NSFW 18+)

Tags: bar fights, aggressive men, first dates, flirting, nicknames, teasing, smut, beach sex/car sex, unprotected sex

Summary: Billy wasn’t always a tough guy before he joined the Royal Marines. 

A/N: Request from Cole: Billy Butcher x Reader, pre-Rebecca. Fluff to smut - maybe a date?

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“I’m sorry, mister, was I unclear?” you snapped at the man at the bar that was hitting on you relentlessly. “I’m not interested in accepting your drinks or anything else from you, so just scram.” 

The pub was largely emptied out being out in the country where it was, and being the semi-late hour that it was. You presumed the bartender was in the stockroom or something like that-- this man had been draining the scotch all night. “I don’t need you to accept it, honey,” he slurred before making a grab at you. Instinctively, you deflected his arm before punching him in the throat. 

After reeling back for a moment, the man caught his breath and grabbed you by the hair, pinning you down against the bar. “You stupid cunt,” he muttered before his hold was gone and you heard a scuffle, seeing the sexually agressive man being chased out by some other patron, who then approached you. 

“Are you alright, miss?” he asked with one of the sexiest voices you’d ever heard. 

Standing up straight, you rubbed your head and combed through your hair with your fingers, finding some stickiness from the liquor that lingered on the surface of the bar you were just pressed up against. “Yeah, I am now, thanks to you,” you flirted. “I’m [Y/N],” you introduced yourself, extending your hand. 

“Billy,” he replied, taking your hand in his and smiling. “Would you perhaps like to go somewhere a bit safer?” he suggested. 

You chuckled. “I think we’re perfectly safe here now, don’t you?” you said playfully. “But what kind of place did you have in mind?”

Billy was instantly attracted to your spitfire personality when he had seen you holding your ground with the man who had been harassing you, and was happy to step in to help when he noticed the man’s violence from across the pub. Your flirty response sent him down a path of even further intrigue. “Well, I wouldn’t mind taking a beautiful woman such as yourself to a nice restaurant, perhaps, if you’d let me,” he admitted. 

“Oh, is that so? What is that, a date proposal?” you bantered, taking a closer look at his features. He looked soft, but the kind of soft that had a hidden edge underneath. 

“Well, after seeing you punch that other man in the throat, I feel like I should be very careful with my answer here,” he joked, earning a giggle from you-- it was like a melody to him. “But if you’re interested, I’d love to take you out on a date…”

Not only was this man so much hotter than the other guy that had been hitting on you, but he didn’t stink of alcohol nor had he tried to grope you without provocation, and he seemed to have lovely manners on top of that. “I think I am interested, Billy,” you finally answered. “But before I just go anywhere with you, why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself.” 

Billy chuckled and you both moved to sit on the barstools. “What would you like to know?”

“How about we start simple, and exchange last names?” you offered. “Mine’s [L/N].”

“Butcher,” he said without a hesitation.

“Butcher? Really?” you laughed. 

“What’s so funny about my name?” He wanted to be insulted, but your laughter was so contagious that he couldn’t help but let out a snicker of his own. 

“Nothing, you’re just…” you shrugged, looking into his soft eyes. “You don’t seem like much of a butcher to me.”

“What makes you think that, you’ve only just met me!” he protested with a smile. 

You shook your head, letting your hand fall on top of his on the counter. “You stepped in to help me. But you still didn’t butcher that guy,” you explained. 

“Would you have preferred it if I had?” he countered back. 

Subconsciously, you tucked your lower lip between your teeth while your eyes grazed over Billy once more. “Not sure… I probably would’ve preferred getting hit on by you instead of him altogether,” you confessed. 

His eyebrows raised in a hint of surprise at your words. “Is that a yes to the date yet?” he wondered. 

“Okay, Billy Butcher, you’ve charmed your way into my heart so far. Let’s go on a date,” you answered happily.  

Billy had to pry himself away from you in order not to just take you there against the wall when he dropped you off at your door later that night (technically early the next morning), because he enjoyed your company too much to fuck things up by fucking you on the first date, let alone the same day you met. You curled your fingers around his coat collar and held his body against yours. “Billy,” you breathed needily, rocking your hips against him. 

He groaned before replying, “If you invite me inside, I’m not leaving tonight.”

“I don’t want you to,” you told him, recalling the wonderful night you’d shared together after the bar fight he pulled you out of.

“I don’t know if I’ll leave tomorrow, either,” he continued, thinking you may change your mind upon hearing how serious he was. 

“That’s perfectly fine,” you said without hesitation, pulling his lips back to yours for another steamy kiss and threading your fingers through the hairs on the back of his neck. “You can stay as long as you want.” You still thought it was funny that his last name was Butcher, as he was so soft, softer than you at least. Halfway through the night you had started calling him Billy Bubbles instead, just to make him scrunch his nose and pout. 

The man reached into your coat pocket and withdrew the keys to your flat for you before placing them in your hand and pulling back again. “You’ll need these to get inside,” he teased. 

You rolled your eyes before turning around to unlock the door, relaxing into Billy’s body just behind yours while he pulled your hair to the side and placed gentle kisses down your neck. “It’s hard to focus on my keys with you doing that,” you murmured breathily. 

“Sorry,” he apologized in a whisper, yet he sounded anything but. He withdrew his body and instead rested his hands on your waist while you finished turning the key and opening your door.

“I gotta say, Bubbles, I wasn’t expecting you to put out on the first date,” you teased when you returned your lips to his once inside. 

“Keep calling me that and I won’t,” he snarked back before lifting you up and navigating his way to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed.

“Nah, you’re bubbles for sure. You coulda taken me in any one of these rooms but you chose this one.”

“Alright, that’s it. No cock for you tonight,” he determined playfully, kicking off his shoes and coat anyway before sitting on the empty side of the mattress and turning the tv on, kicking up his legs and crossing his arms. 

“Wow, Bubbles, you weren’t bluffing. I wasn’t entirely sure that you were, though,” you said, rolling onto your side to face him and biting your lower lip as you stared him down, his focus entirely on the tv. 

“You know, whatever’s on that television can’t be half as good as what’s underneath my clothes,” you flirted, wondering how far you’d have to go to get him to crack. 

“Yeah, well, you’re missing out too,” he replied just as playfully. “Maybe you shoulda listened to me.”

Hooking one of your legs between his, you scooted closer to him, toying with the collar of his button-down. “Oh, Billy, I’ve been listening to you all night…” you murmured. 

He finally looked at you, the corner of his lip turning up in a smile. “And you don’t want to run away yet?”

You shook your head. “I’m surprised you’re not the one who’s running, honestly,” you admitted, gazing into those soft eyes again. “Most men like women who are softer than they are.”

“I’m not that soft,” he sneered, rolling his eyes and plopping his head back against the pillows on your bed. 

“You keep saying that…” You slid your hand up to cup his cheek and pull his face to look at you again. “But you’re not like other men…”  

The two of you kept getting sidetracked in conversation that night before anything serious took place, and you fell asleep in each others’ arms, still wearing your clothes from the night before. 

*

It was a month into your relationship the first time you had sex with each other— it had even become somewhat of a game between you to see how crazy you could drive each other before one of you gave in. And Billy was determined to do it somewhere exotic just to prove to you how rough and tough he really was. That’s how you found yourselves in the back of his open jeep parked on the beach under the pier one night. 

“Well, isn’t this romantic,” you teased him sarcastically, cuddling closer to him. “Camping on a beach. In a car. Under a pier. Remind me why we’re doing this?” 

“I thought you wanted a beach day?” 

You slapped him on the chest. “This is a beach night!” you argued to prove your point. 

Billy wrapped his hand around your wrist and grabbed you by the waist with the other. “Yeah, and then once the night ends, it’ll be a beach day.”

“So I have to wait all night before I get my beach day?” you questioned playfully. 

“I’m sure we can come up with some things to do in the meantime,” he replied in a sultry tone, letting go of your wrist and moving his hand to your other waist to pull you onto his lap.

“Oh, Bubbles, I know we could…” you answered just as seductively, rolling your hips and grinding against him. “But I’m done playing games…”

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he murmured, his lips a millimeter away from yours as he pressed your foreheads together. 

“We both know that you secretly love it,” you goaded, brushing your lips against his. 

“Shut up,” he growled before smashing his lips to yours, pulling you against him for a passionate kiss. His hands slipped under your dress, brushing over the waistline of your panties. 

“Just fuck me already, Butcher,” you breathed, tugging his lower lip between your teeth just slightly. 

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Within seconds, he ripped your panties off and discarded them before shoving you back just enough to give him space to undo his pants and unsheath his rock hard dick. “You’re the one that’s been cockblockin’ yourself for the last month,” he snarked as he pulled you back onto his lap, running his shaft through your already wet folds and making you groan out at the contact.

“That’s not entirely true,” you argued breathily. “You’re responsible for about half of it.”

He kept teasing you, wearing a cocky grin while he continued to kiss you. “You started it.”

Sneering, you reached down and took his erection in your hand, pressing the head against your entrance before you let go and sank down onto him, making him throw his head back against the vehicle. “You should’ve finished it,” you remarked, reveling in the way he looked while he bit his lower lip and groaned out in pleasure. He would look hella sexy with a beard… your thoughts trailed off, and you made a mental note to tell him that later. 

“You really are impatient, aren’t you?” he teased breathily, stilling inside you once he bottomed out, your pussy walls fitting like a glove around him. 

“Maybe next time you won’t mess around with me, Bubbles,” you murmured against his lips. “Cuz if you ask me…” You began rocking your body into his, starting an agonizingly slow pace for Billy. “I’m the butcher between the two of us…”

Just as expected, your words ignited a spark in him, and he dug his fingers into your hips, surely leaving marks, before pulling you impossibly closer and fucking up into you at a quicker pace. He moved one hand back up to the back of your neck, tilting your head to place open-mouthed kisses along your throat, sending you closer to your peak. “We’ll see about that,” he growled, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. 

Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair and you arched your back. “Billy, I’m so close,” you whined. “Fuck, so close…” The hand on your waist migrated around to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves to send to over the edge. Billy held you close while you rode out your orgasm, struggling to hold back his own, worried about making a mess. “Want you to come, Billy,” you gasped, clenching down around him in the hopes that he would finally allow himself to release. 

He pulled your face back to his, attacking your lips as he spilled into you, letting your words guide his actions. The two of you sat there entwined for a while, sharing soft kisses across each others’ skin, before you finally moved to clean yourselves up. “We don’t really have to camp out here,” Billy told you, leaning against the jeep. 

Looking up at him with a grin, you replied, “Then how am I supposed to trust you to give me my beach day?”

He smiled. “Try me, Butcher Girl.”

***

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