#FUCK YOU FOR DEMANDING HE PUT HIS BEST FRIEND ON THE LINE FOR YOUR OWN PIECE OF MIND

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I am all for the movement not to hate on female characters as much as we did in the 90s (at least, not to ritually bash them as part of fanfiction), but Micaiah of FE10 fame should be an exception because she sucks.

#I can't believe she got traction in the fandoooom #please let's go back to the 90s just this once and have everyone viscerally hate her #We don't have to love female characters who suck!!! #bash her and banish her from memory!!!!!! #she is an awful person and FE10's plot was constantly bending over backwards to make her horrible actions at least a little justifiable #with totally unbelievable asspulls #BUT HOW COULD SHE REALLY F*CKIN' LOOK AT TORMOD AND ASK HIM TO EAT WITH THE GUY WHO JUST TRIED TO POISON HIS BEST FRIEND #AND ACT LIKE HE'S SOMEHOW THE BAD GUY WHEN HE SAYS NO #EVEN THOUGH THE GUY HAS LITERALLY NOT APOLOGIZED #AND EVEN OUTRIGHT SAID HE STILL BELIEVED HE WAS IN THE RIGHT #HE'D DO IT AGAIN MICAIAH FUCK YOU #FUCK YOU FOR DEMANDING HE PUT HIS BEST FRIEND ON THE LINE FOR YOUR OWN PIECE OF MIND #FUCK YOU FOR DOING NOTHING TO PROTECT THEM #FUCK YOU FOR SIDING WITH THE MONSTER #FUCK YOU FOR MAKING TORMOD FEEL LIKE HE HAD TO APOLOGIZE!?!?! #never forget

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you don't need other boys when you have him, your daddy’s best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.

it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.

as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.

“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”

you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.

of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.

“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.

“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”

you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”

he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”

“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”

his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.

the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”

his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.

your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”

his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”

you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.

“please.”

whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.

“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.

he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.

“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”

embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”

he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”

the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.

he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.

“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.

he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.

"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”

you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.

"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.

you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.

“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”

“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.

“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”

he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”

he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”

you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”

he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”

“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”

with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.

he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.

you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.

you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.

both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.

“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”

“you, daddy!”

he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.

“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.

just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”

the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.

as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”

he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,

“good girl.”

GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa

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[buckets-and-trees]

Desperate [Bucky x Reader]

Fandom: MCU Title: Desperate Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader Word Count: 3k 

Summary: Enemies? Rivals? It's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the Winter Soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered.

Content Warnings: kidnapping, sex pollen ergo DUBIOUS CONSENT, sexual situations (named acts, non-explicit depictions of vaginal sex), medical elements (needles, IVs, experience of medical distress)

Thank You Notes: BIGGEST SHOUT OUTS to @sgt-seabass who beta loved this into what it is and @vonalyn who helped supply me with some of the vital energy I needed. This was SUPPOSED to be an answer to this little sleepover ask @povlvr had graced me with... but then it became this! Logistical Notes: Filling my eleventh square for Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo - Y2 "Reluctant Teamwork" and @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer Week 9 which is technically a "FREE WEEK" but had sex pollen listed as one of the suggested things to play with, so... that's why we're here now.

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You were an old SHIELD contact that Steve knew before Project Insight. He didn't know you well then, but you had crossed paths a few times. You were an analyst sometimes assigned to Steve's missions. You went to work for the CIA after the Triskellion takedown, where you stayed for a couple of years, before eventually moving into the private sector.

When Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda were outlaws on the run, they bumped into you again, and you became an ally and valuable contact in your new area of the country - and ultimately a friend. And trusted enough that you knew about Bucky - and Bucky heard about you.

Bucky didn't love that you were an element in Steve's life. He hadn't met you, hadn't been able to get his own read on you. 

He'd been wary initially about Nat, Sam, and Wanda, but he'd been able to meet them and build his own trust - and they'd all ultimately put their lives and reputations on the line for him. 

It wasn't that he was distrustful of everyone anymore and needed people to put their lives on the line to prove themselves. Those who had sided with Steve over Tony in the Zemo affair aside, he'd also learned to trust others again in Wakanda with so many of the royal family and the royal guard building relationships with him. 

But with you he didn’t know you, and so he didn't like it.

What Bucky loathed even more? 

You didn't blip out. For five years, you were there for Steve when he couldn't be. You were apparently there so much that when Steve left, he fucking said to watch out for you. The punk.

Bucky didn’t know Steve dropped in on you, too, and asked you to keep an eye out for Bucky the day he gave Sam the shield. You promised you would.

You reached out. Not immediately, but in the weeks after.

Bucky was... less than kind.

Frankly, he was surly, ungrateful, short, and rude. 

Pieces were moving and with Bucky's reappearance in the United States, the question of his future was an immediate concern. Public and government representatives were demanding trials, pardons, and all the rest.

You told him you had found an excellent contact for a lawyer.

"No, thanks, I can find my own," the words were polite, but the tone was clipped, flat, low - almost a growl. 

Being so abruptly shut down, you decided to cut the phone call first and on your terms, so you wished him luck - managing to be more polite than him, making it sound genuine - and hung up.

You called Matt Murdock yourself, and told him about Bucky's case.

You did it only because of your promise to Steve.

And a little bit because you knew you were fucking right and that Bucky needed your lawyer contact. 

Matt chuckled, told you he knew about stubbornness, and that he'd go about approaching the Winter Soldier diplomatically and professionally.

Matt pulled off the best possible pardon deal, even if not everything about it was ideal.

When Pepper decided to get back into some of the Avenger support again - after the Flag Smashers business - so she could provide some more trustworthy resources for Sam and Bucky and the old crowd, you were one of the people she ended up scouting and recruiting to come work on the direct home support team with research and tactical support. Sometimes you went into the field with the team, but usually you stayed at home base and relayed with the agents over comms. 

This was not because you weren't outstanding, but because it was clear the less time you and Bucky spent in proximity to each other, the less awkward it was for everyone else on the team. You were both professional enough to keep the animosity out of things during a mission over comms, and that was about it. 

Otherwise, it was silent treatment and resentment.

Neither of you extended the woes of your dislike for each other actively to anyone else on the team, keeping your mouths shut about your feelings, and engaging in only occasional and minimal eye-rolling when either of you was mentioned. Bucky made a point of giving you electrolyte-enhanced waters first whenever you did go into the field on a mission with them, as if you were a toddler who couldn’t take care of yourself. 

Sitting by you at a holiday dinner at Sam’s you almost thought there was a moment of thaw between you and the Winter Soldier, but you didn’t push the almost comfortable silence between you to anything more - knowing it had been long-established he only tolerated you. It was clearly only a temporary pause, meaning very little as Bucky continued to push for you not being put into the field with them. You didn’t need to be around his close scrutiny. He made getting over any initial crush you might have had on him very easy. 

Things were fine like that for a little over a year. 

And then you were abducted on your way back from a mission outside of Paris where you had been part of the local ground team, taken and smuggled out of the airport. It was not HYDRA this time, just leftover cretins who blipped away but now were back, stirring up their own operation which hoped to double down on being even more nefarious. They were interested in testing some of their new methods and resources while also trying to extract some sensitive information.

Why not kill two birds with one stone by snatching up a well-connected and informed analyst at the heart of the neo-Avengers operation?

They recovered files from debunked HYDRA facilities (hard drives were wiped, but motivated hackers knew how to dig beneath what had been wiped to recover remnants - in hindsight, SHIELD should have taken the tech to a secure location) and developed an even more concentrated and powerful form of sex pollen. They were interested in how it would be absorbed in both the aerosol and liquid forms they had developed. Why not try out both forms on you? 

The aerosol was potent enough, but not in a way that would break you for their line of inquiries.

So, they injected it right into your veins.

Compounding with what had already been ingested into your system, everything intensified, and you - much more quickly than they anticipated - moved past what may have been a state where they could've coaxed the information they wanted out of you. 

Quickly you progressed to the point where you were consumed by this toxin, your body raging and desperate for the physical activity that will get you to a sexual release and flush the toxin from your system. You were keening and moaning and crying, covered in sweat, straining painfully against your bonds, unable to focus on anything anyone said to you. 

You were incoherent and not far from feral. 

Having gone beyond the point you could be giving them intelligence, you were still useful to provide information as the test subject, and they kept you on it through an IV drip to see the limits of what an average female body could take before it was completely broken.

You had absolutely no sense of how long this went on, only that you were not even crying tears anymore, just dry sobbing and wailing, because everything in your throat, and in your veins, and in your chest, and in your vagina burned. 

It was an agony you'd never experienced in your life. 

You vaguely registered a cacophony of sound around you, but it was like it was coming to you through a long dark tunnel, distorted and distant, and you couldn’t open your eyes to see what is going on, not that you could even think to or were capable of caring about anything other than the desperate purgatory you were enduring until you finally passed out.

Bucky and Sam were nearly back to base ops in New York from the Paris mission when the news of your abduction came through, and they turned around immediately. Teams working at home and in Paris - and Bucky in the air while Sam piloted - narrowed your likely whereabouts down to two locations: somewhere near Versailles (because of course evil operations are drawn to the ideas of opulence) or a compound outside of Brussels. 

Time already against them, Sam and Bucky made the tough decision that they needed to split up so they could investigate both options as quickly as humanly possible. Sam dropped Bucky at the well-equipped safe house less than an hour away from the suspected Versailles compound and then headed to Brussels.

After arming himself to the teeth as quickly as he could, Bucky fired up the Ducati in the garage of the safehouse that had been equipped with a noise dampener by your tech engineers, punched in his navigational coordinates, and pushed to top speeds to get to there, stashing the bike half a kilometer away so he could make the rest of the approach in complete stealth.

The operation was much smaller than he anticipated, but because of its size it was almost immediately apparent to Bucky that this was where they had you, and he was also confident he would be able to drop this operation and get to you without as much trouble as he expected.

But in no way could he have predicted the state he would find you in.

He heard your agonizing cries and keening within moments of entering the facility, and he'd already dropped four agents at that point, but the excruciating pain he heard from you was its own form of torture in itself. 

He picked up the pace, tearing ruthlessly through everyone else that came between him and you.

He got the full view of the condition you were in only moments before you passed out. He quickly undid all the bindings and removed everything they had attached to monitor your vitals. He unhooked the IV drip but had the presence of mind to take the bag for testing later. It was inelegant, but he hefted you over his shoulder, and everyone else still conscious who got in his way of getting you out was incapacitated with a single kill shot.

It was close to midnight when he reached the safe house and carefully tucked you into one of the beds. He pulled a secure laptop and some of the base medical testing equipment into the bedroom and kept watch over your catatonic form while he started running tests on the substance you’d been hooked up to and sent the base data for his samples to the bioengineering team back at HQ.

Over the next hour your body experienced a few fits of violent shaking, but you didn’t rouse until almost 2am. When you did, it was with great heaving gasps, and your arms flailed, your hands grasping at the sheets, at your clothes, and then at Bucky when he appeared almost immediately at your side trying to soothe you. He had a theory he hoped wasn’t true – that he knew what was running through your veins – but it was confirmed when you clutched and pawed desperately at him. Then your eyes met his, there was a recognition but coupled with devastating desperation, and you started babbling his name and pleading, “Bucky, please, Bucky. Need. Bucky, help. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.”

He’d been in distress over you since he first heard your tortured cries hours before, and he knew you needed him.

He wouldn’t deny you. 

He knew the anguish of being a slave within one’s own mind. 

He worked both of you out of your clothes quickly, and then laid you back on the bed and crawled above you. “I gothcu, shh, I know what you need.” You cried, but with a glimmer of relief, when he sunk into your desperately wet cunt. He thrust diligently into you while you clung to his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

The first orgasm was quick, and provided a glorious wave of relief that helped, but it was not enough. 

Not even close.

For nearly two hours he let you use him, pulling him into you, riding him, kneeling under him on all fours while he wrapped an arm around your waist and took you from behind. 

It was relentless fucking until you hit the point of being utterly depleted – mercifully coinciding with when the chemicals seemed to have finally been flushed from your system with enough of the endorphins released into your bloodstream from the numberless orgasms. 

If anyone but a super soldier had found you, Bucky genuinely worried they may not have been enough to help. Seeing you at the utter extreme of limits, in dangerous territory, had shaken something inside him he wasn’t prepared to discover. There had been no question in his mind that he had to get you through it. 

He smoothed your hair off your face and let your body gently sink back into the mattress, then got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. He wiped your brow first, and you sighed in relief, eyes already closed in bone-tired weariness. Bucky gently wiped the sweat from your neck, continued moving down your body, and then with a second warm cloth he’d also brought, he gently wiped away the mess of slick that had seeped down your thighs. He carefully redressed your exhausted form, sliding you back into your discarded underwear and his t-shirt that was close enough to scoop up from the floor, and tucked you into the covers. You were asleep before he had finished taking care of you.

As you rested, he continued his vigilant watch from before. You stirred an hour or so later. It was still dark, but with almost a hint that sunrise would be creeping to the edges of the windows soon. He moved to your side again, this time with water, which he pressed to your lips, helping you to set up so you could drink. You began to gulp it down, but slowed when he tried to soothe you and urged you to slow your intake.

When you were nearly done downing the glass, your eyes opened briefly, but catching Bucky’s wary gaze on you, you shut them again. Not before Bucky saw the flash of anguish, however. You scooted away and turned your back, pulling your knees up and burying your head in your arms.

Bucky wanted to reach out and touch you, but settled for softly uttering your name, trying to coax you to look at him.

You refused, consumed with shame and horror.

Your throat was thick with a different kind of agony. 

That episode of pain and innate need had ended, but this? 

This was a new hell you would have to endure. 

“Bucky, I’m sorry, and I know I owe you my life and probably all of my sanity, but please, please go. Please leave me be and don’t put me through the humiliation right now of being here only because you were resigned to helping me despite hating me. I’ll have to bear that forever, but please, just… please at least leave me to myself until we get out of here.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Fuck, I don’t hate you – I never truly hated you,” he said. It was quiet, but perfectly audible in the silence of the pre-dawn.

You raised your head tentatively.

He took a deep breath and continued. “I only kept it up to save face since I drove you to despise me and was too proud to turn it around.”

You were truly overwhelmed. You wanted to say something but had no idea how to respond to that admission, especially when you were already wrung out to the very edges of your emotional state.

“I’ve respected you for a long time now.” Bucky broke the silence.

“You have?”

“Probably more than respected you, if I’m being honest.”

You were still exhausted despite having slept for the past few hours, but you pushed your mind to think… you started to reconsider the thaw from hostility to civility, that he argued with you in group settings less, how everything had become less grudging. But you knew you’d put up your own protective walls to shield you from his scrutiny because it had hurt too much to have been spurned by him when you’d reached out to try and forge that relationship with him after Steve left initially. 

And so much of tonight had been a feverish haze, but you had small pieces that were stained into your memory, some of which were him and things you couldn’t categorize as the actions of anything less than someone who cared. 

“How do you feel about me?” you ventured. 

The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a few long moments.

“I don’t know that I can explain it all yet – I don’t think I know the words for it, but… let me show you? No chemicals, just us, see what’s really here?” He reached out a tentative hand to cover one of yours.

You nodded.

You let him move in.

You let him kiss you.

You let him lay you down beneath him again, and this time you sunk into each other. 

You cried again, but this time from the immense emotion. You could feel it rolling off of him and pouring into you, a balm starting to fill in the anguished pieces of your soul. Your spent bodies pushed through any tiredness and desperately moved together again, relentlessly motivated this time to slake the emotional hunger growing between you. Touches that explored, that carved into memory, that expressed. 

This time when you were both only finished by exhaustion, you curled into each other and slept, feeling the beginnings of solace and true peace, a turning of the tide, and maybe the acknowledgement that emotions that had run so deeply between you two were only felt so strongly because you truly valued the other even from the beginning.

READ THE FOLLOW UP DRABBLE: UNCERTAIN AND SURE

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[wanderingxiao]

hiii, its my first time asking hehe, i have a nsfw request tho i'm not sure if you're up for it (inspired by a conversation i had with my bestie when we're flirting as a joke)

basically, scara and y/n flirting and then says "are you ice cream? cause i’d lick you up till your done" and laugh about it thinking it'll make scara flustered, but he just smirks are y/n and says "Oh that was smooth. Although, I must admit... I have a feeling I would be the one doing all the licking." hehehehe

i hope you have a good day/night!

Filthy Flirt~

Scaramouche x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Lewd flirting, Oral (Female receiving), male masturbation, cursing, overstimulation, Scara being slightly mean and suggestive~

A/N: Bro, how tf did this get away from me so fast oml 👀 I should be studying for my final tomorrow but here I am, indulging deeper into my love for Scara 😍💜 Thank you for the request! Hope it’s too your liking! <3

It was supposed to be a study date. Key words: supposed to. Of course, Scaramouche knew you couldn’t go one interaction with him without flirting playfully with him. It irritated him honestly. How dare you flirt so casually with him without making a move on him? Sure, you’d been best friends for years, but he had wanted more than that for a long time, and your constant flirting was beginning to get the better of him.

“Mm, are you ice cream, Scara? Cause I’d lick you up until you’re finished~” You teasingly cooed to him, putting your chin on your palm as you gazed at him mockingly. A smirk played on your lips when you saw his face flush lightly. Despite his embarrassed blush, he sneered and gave you a scoff, before he stopped and looked back at you. It startled you seeing him smirk so confidently.

“Hmm, smooth. Although, I must admit…” He leaned across the table, his smooth and warm hand coming to pull your shirt forward. His hot breath fanned over your ear, making your cheeks rise in color and your eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment. “I would be the one doing all the licking, wouldn’t you say, (Y/N)?”

You pushed him away flustered, your face completely red. The sexual tension began to rise between the two of you. Your eyes darting all over the place while your face refused to get rid of the glowing blush. Scaramouche was beginning to get frustrated, his mind unable to focus on your project and instead imagining how lovely your voice would sound having him tongue fuck you into oblivion.

“Tsk, forget this stupid fucking assignment.” He slammed his laptop closed, shoving his and your things into his own bag quickly before he snatched up your hand and pulled you out of the booth at the cafe. You were too surprised to even process what was going on before he drug you by your wrist out to his car in the parking garage. “And fuck your stupid teasing. It’s so annoying my ears threaten to fall off every time you say one of those cheesy fucking pick-up lines.”

He yanked the back seat of his car open before he pushed you inside, throwing his things into the floor before he climbed on top of you. His fingers grabbed your face roughly, pulling you into a sloppy and heated kiss. It was no surprise to him how you kissed him back eagerly, it just proved to him that you wanted him to do this. It was all he needed before he began to tug on your skirt and panties, his tongue flicking and swirling over yours as he deepened your passionate kiss.

“A-Ahh, Scara-“ He suddenly clamped his hand over your mouth, his eyes glaring down into yours with a fiery pit of lust pooling from his gorgeous indigo eyes. “Shut up. All I want to hear, are your moans of pleasure from how well I tongue fuck you.” Your body shivered beneath him, nodding obediently at his demanding tone. He smirked, his hands pushing your knees apart eagerly. “Good girl.”

Scaramouche groaned at the sight of your glistening folds on display for him. So wet just from one suggestive little comment from him. “What a fucking whore, I love it.” He keeled down, his breath blowing over your pussy, eyes rolling back at the way your hole clenched around nothing in anticipation. With a sexy groan, Scaramouche flicked his tongue between your folds, the tip gliding up and down your entrance.

A moan tore through your throat, your legs trembling beside his head as you struggled not to close your legs on him. Your neglected clit pulsated under his teasing licks, your hips unconsciously bucking into his mouth for more. His hand came to smack your butt roughly, causing a surprised squeak to leave you as he looked up through his dark beautiful lashes.

“Don’t you dare. You’ll take what I give you. Be a good girl and stay still.” His voice was full of authority, his expression demanding you obey him. He was in complete control right now and there was nothing you could do. Best thing to do is just be a good girl and listen, or else he wouldn’t give you what you were desperately aching for. “M-mhm, I-I’m sorry…”

“So pathetic…” A dry chuckle resonated from his chest, his tongue going back to work against your drooling cunt. His nose came to lightly brush against your puffy clit, his tongue dipping back and forth against your entrance, teasing you cruelly. Your hands gripped against the headrests of his car seats, your teeth grit as you struggled not to move and stay still beneath him. It was proving much more difficult as his nose pushed harder against your clit.

“S-Scara! P-Please- ngh! -n-need more!” Another laugh came from below, his lips vibrating against your pussy. You shuddered in response, looking down between your legs to see him sitting there so comfortably and smug. “Look at you.” He scoffed lightly, bringing his fingers to trace up and down your slit before spreading your folds to see your gaping hole. “So weak and desperate. All at my fingertips. You look good like this. Maybe this will make you be quiet from now on and learn not to tease me, you filthy fucking flirt.”

“Ahh!” You gasped and cried out in bliss from his lips enclosing around your clit, his tongue flicking quickly against it while he occasionally sucked on it. Your back arched, moans picking up in volume, hands flailing and clawing at the headrests in overstimulating bliss. Before you knew it his fingers were knuckle deep inside, pumping quickly inside your pussy. Lewd squelching and sucking noises came from below you, overwhelming your senses and pushing you closer to the edge.

Scaramouche pushed his face further into your cunt, his tongue coming down to flatten against your hole and lick his way up to your clit before giving it a sloppy kiss with a smack of his lips. His back and neck began to ache from the little space in the car, but he didn’t care, your taste was absolutely divine. He didn’t want to stop. Not when the sound of your moans and the taste of your cunt sent him to cloud nine.

“Scara-! Hah! Mmgh! Wait, wait, wait!! Mmhh! I’m c-cumming! G-Gonna- ngh-! Cum! Scara! Scara!” Your beautiful voice grew desperate beneath the sinful touch of his tongue and fingers. Your lips chanted out his name like a mantra, only making the painful stiffness in Scaramouche’s pants more and more unbearable. His unoccupied hand slid down quickly to pull his cock out, quickly stroking it to relieve himself of his aching arousal.

His fingers pushed deeper to hit your sweet spot, his tongue curling over your throbbing clit to send you over the edge. You cried out his name loudly, your hands coming to entangle into his neat indigo hair, pushing his face harder into your cunt as you whined out his name again. He groaned lowly, the movements on his throbbing cock becoming all the more agonizing. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, getting off on your taste, your touch, and your sexy noises.

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, your thighs coming to clamp around his head while your body twitched violently as an intense orgasm washed over your frame, creaming all over his face and his fingers. He quickly pulled his fingers out and pried your thighs off him with one hand before he slammed a hand beside your head, stroking his cock feverishly above your cunt as his climax approached rapidly.

“F-Fuck! (Y/N)! Ngh-!” He let out a few ragged breaths before cursing loudly with a moan following close behind, his cock twitching as he spurt cum all over your slippery cunt. Your juices mixed together, some even dripping against the car seats that slid off your glistened folds. Scaramouche felt light headed, his body burning with pleasure, his face sticky and wet with your fluids and his legs shaky from his intense orgasm. “Shit…” He breathed out. “That was… fucking amazing.”

You were too weak to reply, your legs falling limply beside him as you gazed up tiredly at him. “M-M’ sorry for teasing you… I-I just… like you… a lot.” With a weak smile you leaned up to peck his lips lightly. Your heart almost skipped a beat seeing his slightly flushed face and ghost of a smile. “Tsk, it’s about time you told me…filthy flirt.” He scoffed, turning his head away from you in attempt to hide his flustered expression. He brought his sleeve up to his mouth before he grabbed your skirt and panties and handed them to you embarrassed.

“Now hurry up and put these on. My apartment is 15 minutes away. I suggest you recover quickly, because I’m far from done with you.”

Thank you reading! Hope you enjoyed! 🥰💜

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[two-white-butterflies]

let the light in - am. targaryen

Description: Aemond is your father's business partner. Despite the age-gap, you find yourself falling for him. (modern au) Rating: 18+ age-gap, light comedy at the end and vanilla smut Series: part two of my mafia one-shots.

A thick smoke always follow his body, the smell of strong male-perfume radiating through the atmosphere, and his fucking smile. Those were the three things that reminded you of Mr. Aemond. He was your father's closest friend - his right hand man, who would one day inherit the entire thing.

"There's only one kind of business, the bottom line." your father chuckles, filling his cup with whiskey.

He was staring at you - with that hungry grin. His legs were spread open, almost welcoming you to sit. "Our competitors are weak, sir. They don't stand a chance against us." Aemond confirms, blowing a puff of thick smoke in the atmosphere.

He was the man of your dreams. He always smelled like black coffee, cigarettes and perfume. He's got you weak on your knees. "Still, I want them finished." he commanded, eyes suddenly turning cold.

Your father was an insecure man - paranoid of the people that wanted his power. He only trusted you and Aemond.

"That can be arranged," Aemond mumbles, puffing another cloud of smoke in your father's gallery.

You follow after him that night, stopping in front of his Mercedes before he could get inside. "You aren't gonna kill them, right?" you inquire, resting your hand on the hood of his car. He gives you a small glance - not enough to scare you, but enough to prove that he didn't care. "There's a lot of things that you'd do for my dad, but one of them shouldn't be killing, sir." you grit your teeth, uncomfortable of the idea that he'd be murdering someone.

That would ruin the image, wouldn't it?

"Listen, princess - your dad's business isn't your business." he replied curtly, gently moving you out of the way so that he could open his car. He was a cold and uncaring man - but you saw something inside of him that was worth fighting for.

"Come on," you groan, watching as he went inside his car. You immediately bolt to the other side, circling his hood and settling beside the front passenger seat. You open the door before he could lock it, a piece of your mind wanted to believe that he wanted you beside him.

"What are you doing?" he questions, putting on his seatbelt with a small smirk.

"I'm going with you." you demanded.

"Whatever you say, princess." he hums, starting his car.

Best believe that he never made it out of the gated community. He was parked right outside of your house, lips on your own. "If only daddy could see you now," he teases, rubbing his hands through your unclothed body. He was almost sure that no one could see the both of you - because of the thick hedges that hid his car from view.

He breaks the kiss - to stare at your face. His eye flickered a familiar color. It was the look of a boy who was cunt-struck. The boys at your old school used to look at you in the same way.

"You're making me do something that can only be kept as a secret." he whispers, cupping your cheeks and staring at those beautiful eyes. "I wanna be your secret," you coo and his face softens. A fucking menace for a wife, that is what you'd be.

The sound of your voice has him hard on his cock.

"You wanna be my little girl?" he questions, pulling your face closer but avoiding the steering-wheel in front of him. "I wanna be that," you whisper, and his hands reach past you and down to the buttons of your chair - reclining it, until you were lying down.

You stare at him again - waiting and anticipating his next move. He places the car on park, blasting the ac until it was a perfect temperature from him. He gets rid of his top, hovering over you.

"Turn the car off, I want it hot." you demand, and he rolls down the windows to the car. "We'll suffocate, princess." he hums - staring at you with a predatory stare. He reminded you of one of the lions that you'd see in the zoo - scary but pretty.

He leans back down, bridging your lips together - but now, you were grinding unto him. Chasing your pleasure with the small bulge in his pants, your hands walk down to unzip his pants, shocked at the length of him. "That's big," you say out loud and a chuckle emerges from his mouth.

"You want this inside of you? Inside your little cunny?" he teases, pumping his cock a few times - seeing a bit of precum dribble down into his leather seats. "Yeah, do it." you demanded, earning another chuckle from the man. You were used to getting what you wanted - it comes with the title of being the daughter of a mob.

"You have to earn it, baby." he announces, running his hands through your beautiful breasts. He kneels on top of the chair, legs slightly parted to make way for your hips. "You ever sucked a man before?" he questions and you shake your head.

"I'll teach you," he says, signaling for your face to move closer to his cock. "Give me a kiss," he commands - and you obey him, pressing butterfly kisses on his growing erection. You were a lewd sight - increasing his lust by twenty.

Her hands danced on his thighs and his breathing became more erratic. He gasped slowly as he realizes that she was sucking him - with no need of instruction. "Yes, right there." he moans, arching his hips slightly to have a better angle. You lapped his dick - sucking on it eagerly so he could reward you.

A chill ran down his spine at the feel of your tongue swirling around his engorged lust. "Good," he kept moaning, looking down at you and burying his hand on your hair. You were a fucking delight.

"So good." he exhaled, feeling his peak come closer.

"Stop." he commanded, and you released his penis - creating a thick strand of saliva that connected the both of you. "You want me to cum inside of you?" he teased and you nod. The anticipation was overbearing. He reaches for the condom on his back-pocket - earning a raise of an eyebrow from you.

"Come," he motions while wrapping his dick with the rubber. "Open your legs," he ordered - you open it for a bit, but he grows impatient - opening it wider. He wastes no time in inserting his penis inside your gaping hole. "I'll be gentle," he promises - you stare at him again.

"I like rough sex," you confess - a small chuckle exits his mouth.

"Dirty lying girl, this isn't your first time?" he stated and you nodded with a giggle. "I'm sorry - I didn't wanna get into trouble." you reasoned - he began thrusting inside of you, reaching places that you didn't think existed.

"You're in trouble now, princess." he hums.

He groans at your tightness, feeling your walls push against his length. "So big," you huff, feeling him pump into your body. "I'm flattered," he smirks, burying his face on your shoulder.

He was about to say something dirty but a knock on the car window broke him away from his bliss. Luckily, the windows were slightly tinted, not fully opened- and the person outside wasn't able to make out your face. "Who is it?" you complain, trying to peek through his body - but he pushes you down. "It's your dad," he panicked, feeling embarrassment course through his body.

"Fuck," you curse, hearing your father laugh on the other side.

"Aemond, I told you to kill someone - not fuck one of my daughter's maids." the man takes a deep breath of his tobacco, staring at the other direction. "I'm sorry, princess." Aemond mumbles, zipping his trousers - he presses a soft kiss on your lips. "Pick me up tomorrow, quarter to five." you remind, and he leans deeper into the kiss - before finding his way on the driver's seat and hurrying to chase after your dad.

You sigh.

One day.

@beaconofthehightower @casualheartadorable

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[writingsbychlo]

how ‘bout a cheeky morning drabble I was thinking about last night before bed?

(I’m honestly so grateful I even remembered it, lol)

You awoke to the sound of your window pane sliding up, curtains rattling along the pole as they were shifted aside to let the silvery moonlight spill into your room. Despite your exhaustion and sleepiness, panic still shot through you, and you lay silently in your bed for one second, two, before the soothing caress of a shadow across your cheek put you at ease.

“Jus’ me.” Your best friend whispered, purposefully making noise with his entry to set you at ease. As he slid the window shut and locked again, he closed the curtains, plunging the room back into darkness, save for the glow of the siphons channelling his power. “Hey.”

“Az,” you groaned, rolling over and clutching your pillow a little closer to your chest. “It’s the middle of the fucking night.”

“I know, but I just got back.” He muttered, taking off his boots and lining them up neatly alongside your own.

“You stink, shower first.” You muttered, and he scoffed, disappearing from your bedroom with silent stealth a moment later.

It was unclear when exactly this tradition had started with your best friend, or why, you just knew that it now excited. More often than not, after missions of several days, you’d find Azriel coming to you on the evenings of his return, and he’d find himself in your bed afterwards, simply needing company. It happened so much, now, it was more like routine.

As he’d showered and cleaned himself up, you’d almost managed to doze back off, falling into that land between sleep and consciousness, where everything just felt a little hazy. However long it had been, Azriel smelled much better by the time he returned.

He smelled like lavender shampoo and your favourite sleep tea from the kitchen, which you picked up on his breath as he crawled across the mattress towards you.

He wasn’t shy with his demands anymore, only chuckling at the groan you let out as he grabbed for your hips, flipping you onto your back instead of your side. Under the blankets and snuggled into your chest, he let out a content sigh as you huffed.

“You’re a pain in my ass, shadowsinger.”

“Play with my hair.” He only met you with his demand, a shadow lifting your lazy wrist up to lay your hand across his head, fingertips burying in the still damp locks. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You caved, beginning to scratch through his hair lightly until he all but purred, the sound only putting you back on the brink of hazy sleep once again.

Burying your nose in the hair atop his head, you took several deep inhales, the mixed scents of him and your products washing over you like a soothing balm, and your fingers started feeling too heavy to even move properly anymore.

You twisted, every intent with your slow actions to leave a comforting kiss on his forehead, but that’s when he moved too. Tipping his head up, your lips met not his forehead, but the side of his mouth, his lips puckered against your own as you both froze for a second, hesitating, stuck in half a kiss and a lot of confusion.

And yet, there was no lightening strike of fear or panic. No horror that left you wife away and reeling with worry. There was comfort, and calm, and Azriel seemed to feel it too, and he only tipped his head millimetres more to the side as he came back in.

His lips pressed to your own again; soft and wet and warm, and you sighed against his mouth as you kissed him back. Slow drags, sleepy pulls, your fingers weaving through his hair one last time before he was letting out a content whine, and collapsing back down onto your chest.

Silence lingered for a few moments, your smiling lips tingling in the dark as unconsciousness hovered at the edges of your mind, ready to take you over once again.

“Is this a dream already?” He whispered into the dark at last, arms tightening around you, as though confirming you were real. “Should we talk about it?”

“Talk is for the morning, sleep is for now.” You replied, ticking your nose against the top of his head, and leaving the intended kiss to his hairline. He returned the gesture to your collarbone. Shadows settled around you both then, your heart beating slow and steady, but so much stronger now, feeling his even pulse doing the same. “Go to sleep, honey.”

He already had.

#10 min drabbles #just some random fluff to keep y’all goin til I get SLS3 out

[hockeybabe]

Can you write something about Quinn? Idc if it’s steamy or fluff. I just need himmmm 😩😂

Hockey Jersey||𝘘. 𝘏𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x f!reader

Summary: You and Quinn can’t exactly get along until you show up at a game of his wearing his jersey.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, jersey sex, oral (f!receiving), penetration (p in v), dirty talk, toys, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), car sex, multiple orgasm, kinda kinky ngl

Requested: technically yes

Note: more smut 🫢. I feel like I can’t write smut at all.

Being really good friends with the Hughes family was amazing. Our parent went to high school together and something years later had children. I was an only child while three Hughes’ were born.

There’s Luke, a total sweetheart but secretly a nerd for the most random shit I’ve ever heard of. And plays for Michigan.

Jack, a softy and sucks at video games. But he’s also my best friend and constantly explains to me that Quinn and I are meant to be.

But Quinn, he hates my guts. I hate him to, we never clicked. Total opposites. When we’d play hockey in their backyard he’d purposely make me trip over my own feet.

But Jacks right, I do purposely try on get Quinn’s nerves. I have the love hate relationship with him. So getting him riled up turns me on. Like a lot.

Therefore, tonight is the night. I bought Quinn’s jersey not too long ago just so I could wear it tonight at his game against Pittsburg. One thing Quinn always told me was that if I ever wore his jersey he’d go ballistic.

I pull the jersey over my head and let it fall to my mid thigh. Let’s not forget the royal blue lingerie I have underneath to match his jersey. I grab my phone, key and wallet, heading to my car, driving to the game.

To make things a little more interesting, I bought a ticket right behind Vancouvers bench meaning he’d see me and his jersey right away. Once I got there I did everything a fan would do and head to my seat.

Soon the guys start running out of the tunnel, practicing and standing for the national anthem. Quinn wasn’t on the first line so he was on the bench. As Quinn skates towards the bench he catches my eye. My panties dampen when he’s jaw clenches.

During the entire game, Quinn would consistently. He’s eyes grow darker each time. “Wait by your car after the game.” He mouths, I can’t tell of he’s angry or not. I mean his team is losing pretty badly.

Angry sex?

Ummm, yes.

Before the game even ends I chose to leave early not wanting to get caught up in the crowd. By the time I make it to my car, I see fans piling the streets. My cars parked at a back entrance where no fucking cars are seen.

So if Quinn wants to get lucky, hopefully. Then he should walk out the back entrance. Leaning on my car, I hear the door open and walking out is Quinn mother fucking Hughes.

“Get in the car.” He orders, pointing towards the passenger side. “You see, my car means I drive.” I say, tilting my head to the side. Quinn laughs looking to the side the back at me, “You wanna be a good fucking girl, get in the car and give me the keys.” My legs clamp together at my soaked panties.

I drop the keys into his hand and walk around the car to the passenger side. As Quinn starts driving along the road, I put my hand into my coat pocket pressing on the remote to go higher.

A shiver runs up my spine as the vibrations start doing its work, slowly I start to whimper and groan. “What the fuck are you-“ Quinn turns his head off the road and to me and my hand.

“Jesus, fuck.” He says under his breath, Quinn pulls into a parking garage and parks the car into a random spot with no car in sight. “Get in the back.” Quinn demands.

I click the remote once more, flinging my hand to grip Quinn’s jacket, “Fuck, Quinn, ah ah, Quinn.” I breathe out. Quinn grabs the remote from my hand and shuts it off. “You want to fucking come, get in the back.” He says lowly, with my chin in his hand.

I unbuckle my seatbelt, manoeuvring to the backseat and lay down on the seat. “I’ve had a really bad day princess, so be a good fucking girl and take off you pants.” Quinn says towering over me.

I start pulling down the waistband of my pants down with the help of Quinn. “God, I’m going to fuck you with this on.” He grunts into my ear, running his hands over the jersey.

Quinn’s hands travel down to the front of my panties slipping his hand and pulls the vibrator out. “Just couldn’t wait, you just had to be a needy slut. You just wanted the attention.” He teases sliming the outline of my pussy.

“Quinn, please, do something.” I plea, as he places peppered kisses along my neck and his hands needing my breasts. “What do you want, use your words.” He murmured into my neck. “I-I want you-you to use the toy.” I respond out of breath.

“Where? Where do you want the toy?” He asks, it’s so hot in here I wouldn’t be surprised if the windows were steamed over. “My pussy. My pussy.” I tell him, he trails the toy up my thighs right to my bud.

I shudder in his hands feeling the buzzing at such a high level. “Quinn! Quinn! Oh my tucking god, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I pant out feeling my release combing close. “I love this fucking set.” He tells me, moving his free hand to the band of my panties. “I hope you don’t mind.” Quinn rips my panties without my response.

“You’re getting me more.” I whisper, arching my back. “I’ll buy you however many you want.” He says teasing his pointer finger to my hole, pushing it in ever so slowly. I moan loudly pleasing him too just do it.

Quinn slowly pushes his one finger in, finding a rhythm. He continues his assault on my pussy overstimulating it at max. To add more pleasure he removes the toy with a whine from me and replaces it with his tongue. “So fucking sweet.” His words vibrate in my pussy causing my climax.

I call his name over and over again, griping his hair closer to my pussy as he licks me clean. “Taste yourself.” He demands, sticking my tongue out, I suck his fingers. “What a slut, sucking my fingers like a whore.” He shoves his fingers deeper causing me to gag on them.

Picking me up, he places me onto his lap right above his dick. “You have your clothes on still.” I whine, trying to peel his shirt off. When Quinn notices my struggle he helps me out and does the same to the jersey and my bra.

I’m fully naked in front of someone I’m supposed to hate, “One more.” I tell him, “One more.” He confirms, he taps my thigh telling me to lift up. Quinn quickly pulls of his khaki pants and boxers, bring me back down and grinds into my pussy.

“Quinn please, do it please,” I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck, when he wraps his around my body. Bringing my closer he settles me down on his cock, allowing me to take every inch of him.

“Fuck.” We moan together, picking up the pace I start rocking until my legs buck. Quinn take is as his cue to grip my hips and slam me up and down his cock roughly.

“Quinn I’m so close, I’m so close.” I tell him. “Come.” He orders, on cue I do so. Milking his cock from balls to tip. He lifts me up resting me right as his knees as he grabs tissues to clean up.

Once he’s done he puts his boxers on and his shirt on me, laying me on he bare chest. I trace random patterns on his chest neither of us saying a word just embracing each other in silence.

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[artaxlivs]

Robin had gone first. Then Eddie, flipping up into the right side world and tumbling down onto his own mattress. Nancy is halfway up the sheet rope when it happens. She has her back to Steve so she doesn’t even see it. Eddie watches Steve stiffen up, the whites of his eyes taking over. It’s the third time Eddie’s seen it and it’s so familiar that he recognizes it right away. He hates that he recognizes it. Eddie’s stomach clenches in fear as he looks up at Nancy climbing down to them. Nancy who doesn’t know it’s happening. Nancy who’s in the way of Eddie stopping this from happening in front of him again.

He shouts at her to fucking move as he grabs their side of the sheet rope and starts to climb back up - down? He almost bashes Nancy in the skull with his filthy Reeboks, climbing back up the sheet rope into the ceiling and flipping upside down before dropping onto the floor next to Steve.

“What’s his favorite song?” Eddie yells, looking at Nancy as she stares helplessly at Steve.

Her face scrunches up in fear and what might be shame, “I…I-I don’t know! We barely even talk anymore.” She grabs Steve by the shoulders, shaking him none too gently but it’s like he’s frozen in place, his body resists the movement. “Steve! Steve, wake up! Please, please!”

“That won’t work!” Eddie shouts, voice more than a little manic, because he’s tried it. He’s been here before and there’s no fucking way he’s going to watch Steve float up to the ceiling and break into a million pieces. “Somebody fucking do something - Dustin, what’s Steve’s favorite song?” Eddie’s screeching up at where the kids are watching in terror and he feels bad demanding their help but he doesn’t know Steve well enough and they fucking should.

Why didn’t they make a list? Why don’t they know everyone’s favorite song and not just Kate Bush?

“I-I don’t know. Steve lets us put on wh-what we like. Or just…” Dustin looks like he’s gonna cry and Eddie will feel guilty later but he does not have time for that shit right now.

He curses loudly, pushing Nancy to the side and grabbing Steve’s shoulders, “What is it man? Tears for Fears? Wham? Something terrible like that?”

Behind him, he feels someone else climbing down the rope and then he’s shoved aside as Robin gets right up in Steve’s face. She’s crying and shaking, stumbling over her feet and her words as she almost falls into Steve’s still bare chest.

“Steve? Steve, you can’t leave me. You’re my best friend, I need you. I need you. And you-you gotta sing your part, babe. ‘cause this is a duet, remember? Me and you. Just two chocolate chip cookies. We’re a duet.” Robin’s voice falters for a moment but then she begins to sing, “Don’t go-

*

“You should go first, Steve.” Nancy shoulder bumps him. “Not sure you and Eddie want to be too far apart.”

Sputtering, Steve tries to deny it but she grins. “It’s okay. You like him. I can tell.”

He ducks his head, grabbing the rope and staring up at Eddie. Eddie looks up at him, gives him a little finger wave and, yeah, Steve likes him. Shaking his head he starts to climb up through the opening in the ceiling.

Then he’s falling, falling, falling.

Thump. He lands hard. Rolling quickly to get to his feet, Steve looks around. Is he in his pool? There’s vines everywhere, lightning flashes in the sky and when he turns toward it, he sees his dad looking down at him, mouth set in a harsh line.

“Is this what you’re going to do with your life?” John Harrington says, disapproval bleeding from every word. “You’re just going to be a waste? Dead end job? No friends? No girlfriend?”

“Dad…” Steve starts, his heart in his throat like it is every single time his dad looks down at him.

“No, don’t bother. You’ve got nothing new to say for yourself. Such a disappointment.” His dad shakes his head, turning his back on Steve and walking away from the empty pool. Ignoring Steve’s crying as he pulls himself up the ladder and chases after him.

Steve doesn’t know why he’s crying. He never cries anymore. He hasn’t cried in front of his dad since he was a kid. Maybe nine or ten. Since his dad had told him that crying was for sissies. For babies. Fairies. And did he want people thinking he was a pussy?

“Steve, maybe if you just applied yourself?” His mom is saying, placating, patting Steve’s hand gently. They’re in the kitchen now. “Maybe you could do better?”

“Cynthia. Now. Leave him.” His dad says from far away. His mother flinches, pulling her hand away from Steve.

Steve reaches for her, desperate for her soft touch, for her to love him, for them both to see that he’s more than just a job and college. That he protects people. That he’s helped save the world. Why can’t they see that? Why can’t they see him?

They turn their backs and no amount of his pleading or yelling gets them to turn around or even acknowledge him.

The world shifts and Nancy’s ladling bright red punch into a cup. She’s so young and sad. He doesn’t want her to be sad. She’s so smart and good and brave. She deserves good things and Steve can give those to her. Can’t he? Movies and cuddling and attention. Like a good boyfriend.

“You’re bullshit. Bullshit. Your love is… bullshit. ” She’s petulant and childish when she says it. She’s accusing him, blaming him, leaving him. “Everything is bullshit. We’re bullshit.”

“But-” He starts but she turns away, walking away until he can’t reach out for her. Can’t touch her thin frame or her delicate shoulders. He can hear her crying and whispering ‘bullshit’ but he can’t get through to her.

“Nancy, please, please. I love you. I just want to be here for you. I want to protect you, keep you safe. Can’t you hear me? Can’t you see that? I’m not - I’m not bullshit. Please don’t leave me.” He pleads, reaching out for her but falling short time and again.

*

Eddie runs into his Upside Down bedroom, stumbles for a moment because it’s the same but different and then he zeroes in on Wayne’s old acoustic guitar. The one he’d given Eddie after teaching him to play a Johnny Cash song on it. He’d fallen head over heels in love with music after that. Teaching himself to pick up just about any song and mimic it on his guitar. It wasn’t until high school that he’d actually learned to read music.

He races back to where Robin is singing and starts playing the chords to her song. Hoping with everything he has that it’s enough. That wherever Steve is battling Vecna, that he can hear them.

*

There’s a boy in a chair, a man bending over his arm with a machine. The boy is whimpering, clenching his teeth as the buzzing sound fills the room. The buzzing stops and the man sets the tool aside, wiping something from the kid’s arm to reveal a 001 tattoo on his forearm.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He says in a pleasant voice. “Nothing to be afraid of, is there, Steve?” He turns to look at Steve with bright blue eyes and guttural voice, saying, “Why don’t you take a seat?”

Steve runs into the hallway. It feels like a hospital, there’s blood on the walls and bodies on the floor as Steve runs. He comes to a boarded up door, yanking the boards off one by one.

Behind him, the guttural voice calls out, “Steve.” He turns. The monster walking toward him is horrifying. It’s a man but not. “What are you doing? It’s not time for you to leave.” Steve pulls off more of the boards. “Now that you’ve seen where I’ve been. I’d like to show you where I’m going.”

Breaking through the door finally, Steve finds himself back in the first room and then in the chair that the kid had been in, vines twining around his arms and legs as he struggles against them. The monster leans over him, breathing putrid breath in his face. “I want you to tell Eleven everything you see.”

And then Steve’s mind fills with visions of death and destruction, the bodies of the kids, gates opening through Hawkins, the world falling into the Upside Down. He screams.

*

It’s far away at first, “don’t go breaking…” Almost too soft to hear over the other voices but when Steve turns, the music gets louder. He follows until he’s suddenly standing in his kitchen. The sun is shining through the windows like it does in the afternoons. Robin’s there. Her long skinny legs, so white and freckly, stick out from under a pair of his gym shorts that she's stolen permanently because “Harrington, no one needs to see that much of your thighs” and one of her own geeky band sweatshirts. She’s such a dork. He loves her so much.

“I’m personally offended that you don’t wear a frilly apron when you bake cookies, Steve.” She says with that nasally lilt to her voice when she’s making fun of him. She leans around him, poking one finger into the bowl and snaking it back to shove into her mouth.

“Hey!” He smacks her hand with the wooden spoon. “You’ll get salmonella.”

“Who cares? Cookie dough is worth it. Especially yours. Why is it so good? What kind of magic do you put in these?” She tries to reach around him for another finger full but he moves his whole body to block her.

“God, you’re like a fucking raccoon. Hands off!” Steve’s laughing, scooting his body back and forth to block her attempts to get to the bowl.

Whatever song that was on the radio fades out and the intro for Elton John’s “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” comes on, Robin squeals. “This is our song!”

“What?” He laughs, turning toward her and missing the hand that sneaks past him but she’s just grabbing the wooden spoon this time. She eats the small bit on the spoon and then holds it up like a microphone.

“You and me, Harrington. We can’t break each other’s hearts because we are each other's hearts. There’s no one like us.” She grins, dancing on her socked feet, giving a little spin.

Steve smiles to spite himself, wiping his hands on a towel and stepping away from the counter to join her, “Just two chocolate chip cookies in a world full of oatmeal raisins?”

“Yes!” She exclaims and then immediately picks up Elton John’s part, “Don’t go breaking my heart!” Crooning, leaning in and singing right into the spoon. She doesn’t sing the next line.

“Oh, wait - am I the girl part? Of course I am.” Steve sighs, pretending to be exasperated but leaning into it. Shimmying his shoulders and dancing toward her.

She laughs, singing, “Oh honey if I get restless.”

He leans in, “Baby you’re not that kind.”

She spins, tossing the spoon into the sink and grabbing his hand to swing it back and forth during the musical transition, “Oh don’t go breaking my heart…”

“You take the weight off of me,” Steve sings back, grabbing her other hand to dance her around.

“Oh honey when you knock on my door,” She tries to sing sexily but she’s awkward and goofy and has no experience trying to be sexy.

Steve gives her his patented smolder, “Ohhhh, I gave you my key.”

She rolls her eyes but they both sing the “oooo, ooos” as Steve twirls a screeching Robin into his chest. She flails, her complete lack of dance experience making it impossible for her to look like anything other than a graceless flamingo.

They sing together, right in each other's faces, “Nobody knows it.”

Vines grow along the ceiling and Steve’s stomach sinks. The music fades out and his hands are empty. The silence is so loud and the kitchen is empty save for the vines growing along the counters and out of the cabinets. He’s alone. Alone in this big giant house where there was never music or laughter. Where he only disappointed people. Where he let them down. Where Steve wasn’t enough for them to love him.

“When I was down...” Robin’s voice sings from somewhere far away. It’s trembling like she’s crying and Steve can’t let her cry, she’s his best friend. His soulmate. His other half.

*

Robin is singing Elton’s parts to the song and whispering Kiki Dee’s for Steve, tears are flowing freely down her freckled cheeks. On the other side of her, Eddie can see Nancy crying too. He can hear the kids crying above them.

Tears slide out from under Steve’s white eyes, one on each cheek, slipping down his dirty, bloody face to fall from his jawline onto Eddie’s vest. Faintly, so faintly, Steve whispers, “I was your clown.”

Eddie grabs Robin’s flailing hand, “Keep going Buckley.”

Eddie sings the “ooo ooos” with her, strumming along, and they both sing, “Nobody knows it….nobody knows it.”

*

The kitchen turns red, the walls separating to reveal a wasteland, a staircase, a clock, pillars of vines and bodies that Steve doesn’t want to look at. And him. Vecna. Henry Creel…001 as he’s just revealed himself.

“Steve Harrington. So much pain. You hid it so well. Let go. They don’t want you. They don’t need you. They have people better than you, faster than you, smarter than you.” His voice creeps like the vines and Steve wishes he had his nailbat, his baby. “They’re not even trying to save you. Why should they? You’ve never been enough for them.”

Robin’s voice sings so softly it’s almost like a breeze across a desert, “right from the start, I gave you my heart.”

Steve turns toward her voice and sees an opening in the red wasteland. It’s dark on the other side but he can see Robin, her face scrunched up in fear, Eddie’s big brown eyes pleading, Nancy holding onto Robin’s shoulder, whispering the words of the song along with her.

Steve runs. He runs to his girl. His Robin. His platonic with a capital P soulmate.

The broken, bloody bodies of the kids fall into his path like boulders and they might have slowed Steve down, might have tripped him up but he remembers now that he wouldn’t fail them. Not while he could still run, not while he could fight. He would never let them fall so the bodies falling around him aren't real.

They’re not.

“Ohhhh I gave you my heart,” He sings out as he runs to her.

*

Tears are flowing freely down Steve’s face now, matching Robin’s and the kids. He’s still in the trance and he hasn’t sung anymore of the lines yet but Robin’s still singing, even though now it’s more tears and snot than notes. Eddie lends her his voice, singing along with her, “Don’t go breaking my heart,” and then singing Steve’s part, “I won’t go breaking your heart!”

Then together again, “Don’t go breaking my heart.”

*

He’s almost there. Steve can see everyone clearly through the portal now. Can feel Vecna’s laughter behind him. The ground shakes and the world starts to collapse onto itself as he leaps through the opening -

*

Steve’s eyes blink once, twice, then open normally and he throws himself into Robin’s arms like he’d been running to get there. Maybe he has. Eddie isn’t sure he wants to know what it’s like on the other side of this thing. As Steve launches himself into Robin’s arms he sings, “Nobody told us, cause nobody showed us” and Robin, still crying, sings back, “Now it’s up to us babe, Oh I think we can make it.”

They’re laughing and crying, foreheads pressed together. Her arms are holding him tight and he’s got one arm around her shoulders and the other cupping her head to keep them pressed together.

“I love you. I love you so much, Robbie.” Steve cries, clutching her tighter still. Eddie feels like they’re all intruding because he’s never seen such a blatant display of love before. He can’t even be mad as the crush he has on Harrington bows out gracefully. How could he? Robin just saved Steve’s life. She deserves to get the guy.

“I love you too, dingus. Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” Robin rears back and smacks Steve on the shoulder, wiping her tears with the other hand. “I’m so glad that song fucking worked. You’re baking me so many cookies after this.”

Chuckling, Steve wipes at her tears with his thumbs, “Deal.” Then he turns to Nancy, hugging her much more gently than he had Robin. “Thanks Nance.”

Eddie glances up at the hole in the ceiling. Dustin and Erica are leaning against each other and Lucas is holding Max in his arms. They’re faces are red from crying and they’ve all got their eyes locked on Steve.

Steve moves from Nancy to Eddie. Much to his surprise, Eddie is enveloped into a warm, tight hug, “Thanks, Eddie. I could hear you, too. Thank you.” Steve pulls him in again, like he’s reassuring himself that Eddie’s there, or maybe just that Steve isn’t dead.

“Sure man, of course. I’m not sure how I would have handled it if it hadn’t worked.” He doesn’t say if Steve had died. He doesn’t say if he’d had to watch someone die that way again. It’s there though, just the same.

Steve nods, like he knows. He probably does.

Cross posted on Ao3

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #eventual steddie #platonic stobin #stranger things #series #part one

[imashoe69420]

Hey! Can I request a rise!Donnie or rise!Raph x fem!reader with a reader who is usually very loud and optimistic but has gotten depressed recently due to a boarder-line traumatizing ex attempting to make contact with them at their workplace?

Omg so specific lol and scary

I will try my best! :)

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All In Your Head

Rise!Donnie X Fem!Reader

Prompt: Your ex shows up to your job, putting you on edge for the rest of the night.

Pronouns: Feminine (she/her)

Relationship: Dating (not official)

Timeline: Post!Movie

Warnings ⚠️: Angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of mental illness

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You were never good at dating. In fact, you only had one boyfriend in your life, and that only lasted for a few months. But, god, was it one of the worst experiences of your life.

During your time together, your ex-partner was a complete control freak. They never put a hand on you, but the mental manipulation and serial cheating they put you through almost pushed you to the edge.

Often, they made you feel crazy like you couldn’t trust your own self. Your ex had no ability to take responsibility for their actions, so everything was your fault. Obviously you hid their keys when they were in a rush. You obviously wanted to break up when you were hanging out with your friends; you were excluding them.

They would constantly have you thinking you’re the worst girlfriend ever as if you did all those things your ex accused you of.

Eventually, they confessed to you that they were no longer in love with you. They had found someone else and wanted to be with them, not you.

The breakup caused you to slip into a month long depression. You didn’t go out with your friends anymore. You didn’t talk to your parents or siblings. All you did was lie in your bed watching overrated TLC shows.

Gradually, you became your normal boisterous self. Your worried loved ones finally felt some relief as you started hanging out with them regularly, talking, laughing, and extroverted as usual.

You’d also met someone else. Donnie.

Unlike your ex, Donnie cared about you. He always wanted you to be safe, especially since him and his brothers had several enemies and you weren’t equipped to fight any of them off. Sure he could come off as a bit aloof, but you knew he never had the intention to hurt your feelings. He just had trouble understanding certain emotions.

That was better than anything your ex put you through.

•••

You tap away at your phone, texting Donnie that you’d be at your apartment soon. Your boss had basically forced you to take the night shift at the dumpling restaurant even though you had school in the morning. Whatever. Fuck it. You’re graduating soon anyways.

The scientist soon FaceTimed you, which he often did and demanded for you to stay on it until you locked the doors.

“You’re lucky my manager doesn’t care if we’re on our phones or not.” You giggled as soon as Donnie’s face popped up on the screen.

The purple clad turtle shrugged lazily, leaning back in the rolling chair he was sat in. “They’ll have to deal with it either way. Making sure you get home safe is a priority for me.”

Your heart nearly leaped out of your throat when he’d said that so nonchalantly. “Aw, my knight in shining armor.”

“Hardly.” Donnie spoke firmly with a deadpan expression. “I like to think of myself as the literary Bad Boy archetype: a social outcast going against the grain in the name of science.”

With a shrug, you placed the phone on the counter, propping the device up on your bag. “Eh, I’d say you’re more of The Outlaw.”

His drawn-on eyebrows furrowed. “You think I’m ‘potentially criminal’?”

“You remember talking to me about that weird crystal you stole from Draxum?” You smirked at him as you picked the phone back up and ambled over to the front doors to lock them.

Donnie hummed to himself before raising an eyebrow. “Touché.”

After locking the doors, you turned around to gather your belongings. You angle the phone up, facing you at eye level.

“Okay, I’m almost done. Just gotta…” your words trail off as Donnie had leaned closer towards the screen, a concerned yet curious expression adorning his features. “What…?”

“Who’s that behind you? At the door.”

A cold sweat soon overtook your body. Donnie would never mess around with you like that.

Instead of turning around, you gazed at your reflection in the phone. What you saw made you drop the device and press your hands against your lips.

It was your ex.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), what happened? (Y/N)!” Donnie’s voice was laced with worry.

Without replying to him, you scooped your phone off the floor and ran into the back where your manager, Collin, was counting drawer.

When he saw you shivering with your back pressed against the door, he instantly stood up. “(Y/N), what happened? Are you all right?”

“I-I—” you stuttered heavily. “Someone’s… someone’s at the door…”

Collin cocked an eyebrow as he gently pushed you aside and opened the door. He’s silent for a few seconds before shutting the door, shrugging while doing so. “I don’t see anybody. Do you want me to walk you home anyways?”

You immediately nodded, grabbing your stuff as you waited for Collin to finish counting drawer.

• • •

At your apartment, you remain on FaceTime with Donnie. He had been interrogating you for like fifteen minutes: “who was that?”, “why did Collin have to walk you back?”, “Was it a supervillain?”. On and on.

“Donnie, please just relax.” Your voice shook slightly. “It wasn’t anybody you know.”

Right after that statement, there’s a loud pounding at your bedroom window. You dart your eyes over to it, but your fears are instantly nullified.

You sighed deeply as you slid the glass open to allowed the purple clad turtle to enter your room. “God, you scared the shit outta me.”

He shut the window behind him before surveying your empty Red Bull can littered room, the fixing his gaze onto you. “What did you mean by ‘it’s not anybody I know’?”

You felt your stomach drop as he reminded you of work’s events. “Donnie, I duwanna talk about it right now. Just know that that person is awful.”

The turtle’s eyebrows furrowed. You didn’t normally talk like this. If anything, you would say some sort of quip or reference to American Literature. Something his younger twin would say. But now you just seemed shaky and afraid of something he didn’t understand. And that bothered him. But nonetheless, he didn’t like seeing you upset.

Donnie exhaled. “Okay, fine.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence—both you and Donnie tapping away on your phones—for several minutes before you made a proposition.

“Can you… do you think you could maybe… stay over?” I’d been a few months since he stayed over the whole night. Often, the scientist would say that he had projects to work on or a mission to go on or something like that.

He shrugged lazily with a slight smile on his face. “I suppose so if that’ll make you feel better.”

Your sigh of relief causes Donnie to question your behavior. “It’s just… you usually have something to do instead.”

The purple clad turtle hummed to himself. “Well, I can tell you’re afraid of that person at your job, and now you’re afraid to be by yourself. And I think you’re a little more important to me than a project that isn’t even half way off the ground.”

You weren’t sure if Donnie fully understood how much that meant to you: to put off a project just because your ex decided to show up to your job out of nowhere and fuck up your entire night. All you knew is that he was definitely 10x better than your ex.

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Author’s Note: this fanfic is kinda bad but I’ve been sick for like 3 days so that’s why I haven’t been posting 😭 but I’ll try my best to get all the requests out.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt fluff #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #tmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfiction

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 23

Summary: It’s time for the truth to come out.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Paul didn't know the moment it all went too far until he found his imprint had distanced herself from him.

Despite her initial ultimatum regarding his carefully guarded secret, Y/N remained cordial with him. They'd tell each other about their day, eat their meals in silence and fall asleep in the same bed.

For a while, Paul would find her awake beside him when he'd break free from the nightmare, her worried eyes resting upon him while her lips pressed in a thin line. She didn't say much whenever it happened, simply allowing him to seek comfort in her embrace. She doesn't let him touch her in the day, but she initiated each hug in the night.

It made Paul feel more guilty because he didn't tell her he lost control and shifted nor of what Jacob had informed the pack about. Truth be told, he's trying to find a way to prevent Jacob's plans or to delay them long enough for him to patch things up with Y/N and leave La Push.

Jacob decided otherwise.

"He's coming back", Y/N breathes out, her hand over her heart. Looking at Paul, her lips form a smile - the first real smile Paul had seen in a week. "Jacob's coming home!"

Swallowing thickly, Paul sits down. He can't explain it, not to himself and certainly not to Y/N but his mind has not been his own since the morning he woke to the news of Jacob's return. Something inside him insisted it would bring about dangers Paul cannot defend against and in his heart, he knew it could be the reason for Y/N's demise.

"I know he's not your favorite person, but at least have the decency to pretend you're happy about it", Y/N remarks before leaving the kitchen. Soon after, the front door slammed shut and Paul's focus shifted to Jacob's audacity.

He ignored Paul's explicit request and contacted Y/N without a warning.

"I have to protect them", Jacob sighs. "I know the consequences it may carry for the pack, but the Volturi have left us little say in this."

"You have no fucking clue what the consequences are." Paul pinches the bridge of his nose as he prays his phone won't be rendered on a useless pile of plastic by the end of this conversation. "The nightmares are back and they're more violent and vivid than before."

"And you blame me?" Jacob scoffs. "I'll protect Y/N till my dying breath but don't pretend my coming here will be the reason she dies. You not telling her is putting her in more danger."

"I don't want her to lose sleep over this."

"If we can't stop it, she'll have time to put her affairs in order." Jacob pauses. "To say goodbye. I know her, Paul. She would want to know no matter how it'll make her feel."

"She's my imprint", Paul warns.

"She's my best friend", Jacob reminds him. "And if you don't tell her, I will."

"If you do, I won't be held responsible for the things I do."

"I'm sure Y/N would love that."

Paul knows this isn't sustainable, that the truth must come out but how can he sit her down and tell her he believes she will die? How can he explain that he, the one meant to keep her safe, is no longer certain he can?

Running a hand through his hair, he let out a heavy sigh before grabbing an axe and heading to the shed. Chopping up wood will give his anxiety and frustration a release.

Well, he has to try. Otherwise, he'll drive himself insane until it's time to pick Y/N up from work. It will offer him a chance to talk to her, to pour some water on the fire he started.

Unlike Paul, Y/N wasn't angry. She wanted to breathe fire, to go feral and demand truth. Somehow, she found the composure to handle it with patience. Whatever it is, he'll have to come to her, to trust she can handle whatever he has done that weighs on his conscience so heavily.

When she walked out of work, she was surprised to see Paul leaning against her car. Often, Paul worked longer hours than her, so whether she liked it or not, Y/N had to get comfortable enough to drive herself. She drove her dad's car ever since he retired, enjoying her alone time on the drive back home.

She reluctantly walks towards the car and gets in, trying to mask how upset she is. The last thing she needs after a stressful day at work is more arguing and she didn't know what to say or do to stop it from happening again.

So, once Paul got in the passenger's seat, Y/N remained quiet, her eyes focused up ahead.

"Hi", he breaks the ice.

"Hey", she replies curtly. The awkward silence that follows left them both unsure what to say next. Y/N began to drive, hoping Paul will not push her buttons.

Sighing, he taps his thigh, "So, how was work today?"

"It was fine."

Swallowing thickly, Paul could feel beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry things have been difficult between us lately. I just want to find a way to make it better."

Y/N sighs, "Okay."

"Do you want to grab some dinner? We could go to that Italian place you like."

"No, I don't really feel like it."

Tapping his fingers on his leg, Paul nods. "Well, do you want to listen to some music or something?"

"Not really."

"Alright."

Driving down a busy street in Forks, Y/N can feel the tension in the car, it's palpable. He is trying, but it's not working and how can it when he'll wake up screaming tonight and she will be more frustrated with him than ever?

"Y/N, can you pull over for a minute?"

Frowning, she glances at him. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I am asking you to pull over and let me drive", he insists.

"I hardly think it's safe for you to drive when you're clearly upset." Y/N tries.

"Fuck, do you think I'd be stupid enough to drive if I wasn't sure you'd be safe?!"

Y/N pulls the car over to the side of the road.

"Wanna drive so bad? Be my guest!" Y/N huffs.

She switches seats with Paul. He gets behind the wheel, adjusting the seat and mirrors.

Paul starts the car, his jaw clenched. The same thing he loves about Y/N often plays with his nerves. The stubbornness she walks through life with is a wall he has to pass head first in every single argument and being so sleep deprived isn't helping his frustrations. Snapping at her isn't what he planned on today, he just wanted one moment for them to breathe and feel normal before he drops the truth bomb.

Parking at the beach, he exhales loudly.

"Why are we at the beach?"

"Because I'm asking you to please take a walk with me." Turning to her, Paul licks his lips. "We don't have to talk or anything. Just take a walk with me by the beach at sunset." He needed to pretend his world isn't going to explode soon. He needed her to understand his plea and listen, to let go of her headstrong ideas and give him an inch, just for one day.

Pressing her lips in a thin line, she swallows thickly. Surely it won't hurt to give him this one short walk? She isn't surrendering, nor is she sacrificing her peace of mind...if anything she's protecting it...by protecting him.

The sun had begun to set, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange as Paul and Y/N strolled along the beach. The sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air, and the gentle breeze carries the scent of salt and seaweed.

Y/N wishes she could feel the peacefulness the beach usually evokes, but her heart is restless. There are too many unanswered questions lingering between them and had they no impact on Paul's well-being, Y/N would have let them go. But he's tormented and she can't ignore the detrimental effects on his mental health.

As they walk, Paul reaches out and takes Y/N's hand in his. For a moment, she considers pulling away, but as their fingers intertwine, a jolt of electricity runs through her, and she can't help but smile. His presence still awakens butterflies in her stomach, his touch undeniably makes her weak in her knees. It's not their imprint bond, this is Paul and his warmth and his love that reaches into the deepest parts of her soul and turns on the light where darkness claimed sanctuary.

They continue to walk in silence, not making eye contact. Paul is happy enough that she allows him to hold her hand, to just be near her in this moment.

As they reach the end of the beach, Paul stops and turns to face Y/N. He looks into her eyes, drawing a deep breath. In those brown eyes, he sees that passion and desire set aflame as her gaze lingers on him, but he also sees an unquestionable hunger for life and all that it has to offer. Those eyes are warmth, a reflection of all the love and affection that she holds for him. Most of all, her brown eyes are a window into the tenderness of her heart, a place where love and trust were born and nurtured for years before he broke it.

Looking at the damage he caused, Paul can't help but remember how it used to be. When he first saw her, Paul knew that he was home, and that no matter what the world might throw at them, they would face it together, hand in hand, with those kind, beautiful brown eyes always guiding the way.

He must trust her now as she always trusted him. The truth must be revealed and she should hear it from him.

"I don't want to imagine my life without you in it."

Frowning deeply, she furrows her brows. "You don't have to."

"I love you", he begins, his heart beating wildly in his chest while hers swelled with affection at his words. She knows without a doubt that she feels the same way about him. She reaches up and cups his cheek, gazing into his eyes.

"I know I've been angry, but it's only because I love you too and I worry about you. Just be honest with me", she said softly.

Paul leans in, pressing his lips to hers, and her heart skips a beat.

What is so terrifying that Paul's kiss is so gentle now? Usually his kisses are passionately rough, devouring almost, but now his lips seem deathly afraid of applying pressure and their hands are still clasped together instead of resting on the sides of her neck and face, or even her ass. Something is wrong beyond repair and she can't try to help him if he won't tell her what happened.

As they pull away from the kiss, Paul gives Y/N's hand a gentle squeeze, and she knows that he's ready.

Paul had been dreading this moment for years. Ever since he had the vision of Y/N dying, he had tried everything. At first, he had been avoiding her, trying to keep his distance. But the pull of his heart was impossible to ignore and he fell for her deeper than he imagined possible. Staying away wasn't an option. Then they built a life together and he almost forgot about the nightmares. Since they came back he tried to be stoic, but he couldn't keep up the facade any longer. Y/N had the right to know what he had seen, and it had to come from him.

They sat down on the sand, holding hands, enjoying the last sunrays and the sound of the waves' song as they would meet the shore. Y/N allowed him to kiss her lips, and for a moment, Paul forgot all about his terrible secret.

But then he looked into Y/N's eyes, and he knew that he couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. He took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. It's been weighing on me for a while now, and I can't keep it from you any longer."

Y/N looked at him with concern, sensing the seriousness in his voice. It's about the nightmares, she was sure of it.

"What is it, Paul? I'm here." She encouraged him.

Paul hesitated for a moment before finally finding the courage to speak the words that had been haunting him for weeks.

"Remember when I told you about imprinting? How it feels for a wolf to imprint?"

Nodding, she waits for him to continue.

"I didn't tell you everything", he runs a hand through his hair, looking down at the sand. "The moment we look into our imprint's eyes for the first time, we see a glimpse into the future, and for most wolves, it's a life-changing moment that they cherish forever."

Gulping, she crosses her legs. "But not for you?"

He shakes his head slightly.

"What did you see?" Y/N asks softly, her voice small and he can already detect her concerns are turning to fears.

"I had a vision, Y/N. A vision of you...dying. It was so vivid, so real, and I've been trying to keep it from you ever since because I didn't want to face the reality of what might happen."

Y/N's eyes widen in shock, and she pulls her hand away from Paul's. Her heart is racing and her palms are slick with sweat, but she tries her best to keep her fear hidden from Paul. Her emotions are heightened now, but so are his, perhaps she can mask the way her insides turned with his reveal or the way her bottom lip threatens to quiver.

"How does it happen?" she asks. "When does it happen?"

"I don't know when, but you didn't look older than you do now." Paul sighs. "I find you in the forest", he pauses. "I don't think I should tell you more. It's...graphic."

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, trying to process what he had just told her. She felt a mix of emotions - fear, disbelief, anger - all swirling inside her.

"So, it's violent", she trails off, shifting her gaze to the horizon. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Paul?" she asked, her voice shaking. "We could have used our time so much better. I'd have quit my job, we could have traveled...we could have gotten married and had kids by now!"

Glimpsing a small smile on her face, Paul's heart breaks. Even when he's telling her she is to die and their future is doomed, she thinks of how much she wanted to live whatever little time she had with him, to fully experience what should be decades in such a short time frame.

"I was scared, Y/N. Scared of what it might mean, scared of what might happen to you. But I know now that I can't keep it from you any longer," Paul said, his voice equally shaky.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She looked back at Paul, her eyes filled with tears.

"I don't know what to say, Paul. I'm scared too," she said.

"I know, Y/N. And I'm sorry."

Resting her head on his shoulder, she places her hand on top of his. "I don't want to leave you."

"I'll do everything I can to make sure you never do," Paul promises. "I'll burn the whole fucking forest if I have to."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. She knew that they had a tough road ahead of them, but her main concern is Paul. If she has to die, she will face death with courage.

However, she can't help but wonder what happens to a wolf when its imprint dies?

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PART 24

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote series #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote imprint #imprinting #twilight fandom #twilight saga #twilight fic

[prythiansfavoritefox]

[ Focus ] for Tamcien 🤍

Tamlin stared at his papers wearily. So much work to do today. So much work...

He stared out of the window, his mind drifting. Feyre was currently at the Night Court, possibly being raped and tortured while he was...filling out forms. Like a useless fucking idiot. He knew he and Lucien were doing the best they could; in fact, Lucien was planning to leave for the Day Court for more information on this goddamn bargain tomorrow, but every second counted. And Tamlin's obsessive brain couldn't help but go over every single detail over and over again. His fault. Everything that was happening to her was his fault. He should've never brought her here. His fault his fault his fault-

"Tam," Tamlin heard vaguely, but it was though he were underwater and the voice was coming from above the surface. He ignored it. Feyre Feyre Feyre-

"Tam," the voice came more insistently, a hand clasping his shoulder with an unshakeable grip. The room temperature began to rise, and Tamlin finally came to attention, blinking at the handsome red-haired courtier sitting beside him. "Are you alright?"

Are you alright? Three words that made Tamlin break.

He burst into tears, and Lucien sighed, pulling Tamlin in for a hug. Tamlin stiffened for a moment before he relaxed into Lucien's embrace. He still had difficulty adjusting to physical contact after his troubled youth, but Lucien was a very physical man. He liked showing his affection, and that meant Tamlin had been hugged by him more times than he could count. Tamlin never admitted to Lucien how much he loved his hugs, scared that it would cross some sort of line between them.

Lucien stroked his hair and rubbed his back. "I know, Tam," he murmured against his shoulder. "I'm worried about Feyre, too. But you're not helping anyone by panicking like this."

Tamlin scowled. "Do you think I want to panic, Lucien?"

"What I meant is take a fucking break, Tamlin, Cauldron boil me. Must you be so defensive all the time?"

Tamlin blushed with embarrassment. "Sorry." Lucien snorted. "You should be." He plucked the papers straight off of Tamlin's desk, taking them to his own. "And you're welcome. I'll expect a raise next week. Go sleep. Good night, Tam."

Tamlin stared in awe as Lucien began filing the papers at lightspeed. How had been so lucky as to get a friend and emissary like him? Gods, did he even know how incredible he was? He...he was all that, and he expected Tamlin not to fall head over heals for him.

Tamlin moved his chair near Lucien's, observing him. "What the hell are you doing?" Lucien demanded, putting his hands on his hips. Tamlin just admired his best friend, his cruel beauty, flaming red hair, his chocolate brown eye that he could drown in, his tan and toned body that showed that he could definitely handle himself in many different situations.

Lucien rolled his eyes. "Oh, I get it. You think because you're the High Lord and you gained back your powers, you can do whatever the hell you want. Well you know, Tam, there are several courts who'd pay an arm and a leg to have me working for them, so you'd better start listening to me more oft-"

Tamlin pulled Lucien in for a kiss. He got a pleasant buzzing sensation as their lips connected, and Lucien stiffened up from shock before he relaxed and began to kiss Tamlin back.

Gods, Lucien was a good kisser. Tamlin was going to go insane. Why did he think this was a good idea again? He was going to lose it as the slow, sensual rhythm of Lucien's tongue.

It took all of his willpower to pull away from Lucien, panting raggedly. "May-be-that-will-teach-you-to-shut-up."

Lucien leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk forming on his face. "On the contrary, I don't think I'll ever be shutting up again."

#lucien vanserra #tamlin #tamcien #asks

[goldengirlls]

can I request some fluffy/filthy smut with Bucky? maybe brother’s best friend?

-🧿

summary — stolen kisses

pairing — brothers best friend!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings— unprotected sex, daddy kink, dirty talk, maybe a little cum play

author’s note — hope i did justice also been dying for this pairing i also dont think this classifies as fluffy sex but i tried

“God you taste sweet, sugar.” Bucky groans against your lips, hands piercing your neck, body flush against the wall and him flush against you.

“Bucky-“ kiss, “someones gonna no -“ kiss, “-tice were missing.” Smiling into the kiss and failing to stand your ground.

One last kiss with purpose and passion before Bucky pulls away, hands beside your head and leaning forward— mere inches from your puffy and dazed look.

“Baby, s’too many people in this damn house for anyone to notice.” Midnight eyes twinkling with mischief and the hopeful promise of his word. “Everyone’s either drank their body weight or too far up their own asses.”

The party outside could be heard from outside the fourth bedroom on the ride side of the second floor of the lavish estate. The midnight star covered night ringing through your ears with mumbled voices and music carrying through the autumn breeze where you and Bucky stood face to face. Everything outside being forgotten each time you kiss the man you never thought you’d fall for. But, here you were, a year later and many discussions with your brother explaining your love for one another.

“But, if you’re uncomfortable we can go back down and just talk. Your pace. Always.” All playfulness out the window.

Daring and doe eyed, “Will you do that thing? Y’know the thing that I really love?”

Hands coming down to cup your rosey cheeks and a cheeky crescent forming on his face, “I’ll do everything and more ya want.”

“All ya ever gotta do is ask me.”

Desperate hands and yearning lips lead you straight to the empty room, underneath the six foot something blue eyed blue who desperately desired you in and out of the bedroom. The promise of love and happiness in the air fueling you two.

“Prettiest girl in the room, s’lucky.” The burning sensation of his lips from yours to your cheeks and collarbones, trying to make its way down, when your hands come up to grab him.

“Need you to fuck me, baby. Put your cock in me, now, please.”

And in that moment Bucky swears he’s never been quicker to do anything in his life. Fumbling hands work his cock— spreading his pre cum and lining himself up at your weeping hole, “Ready, baby?”

Your heels digging into his ass to push him into you, “You were taking too long.” Cheeky smile and all as your lips press against his and the sounds of hips snapping against yours make you moan into his mouth.

“Just needed daddy’s cock s’all.” Moaning into his mouth before he can speak and bringing his head up to admire the look of him making you feel this good.

“Fuckin’ christ, gonna make me cum before I can throw your leg over my shoulder.” Bucky grunts out with blown pupils and red lips.

“Greedy girl for daddy’s cock.” Sloppy hips slamming into you, bulbous tip hitting your g’spot watching your eyes roll back and the small but desiring hair brushing against your clit adding much needed friction to your clit.

Sweat lining your forehead as your hair stuck to it and moan after moan left those lips he craved to taste all the time.

“All for ya, daddy.” Wrapping your legs around him for more. The sounds of his hips and balls hitting bringing you orgasm closer. “Gonna cum.”

Bucky’s fingers applying pressure with thumb tracing circles on your swollen clit adding friction.

“Cum for me baby, coat daddy’s cock.” Bucky lips connect with yours, demanding his tongue in your mouth and sucking on you tongue.

Your legs tightening and flailing as your cream soaks his cock and him following in suit; coating the silky soft walls with his seed.

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[munson-blurbs]

Hopper volunteers to play Santa for the kids and reader is an elf.. and things get spicy (once all the kids are gone for the day of course...). I got Violent night Santa look in my head and it's living there. :)

I'm not sure what I've done here but...either I'm sorry, or you're welcome.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), mean!Hopper, costumes, oral (m! receiving), p in v, brat taming, no aftercare, semi-public sex (no one is around), age gap (reader is 21, Hop is in his 40s), degrading language

A/N: Divider credit to @firefly-graphics. Thanks to @trashmouth-richie and @corroded-hellfire for their feedback and patience <3

At some point in their lives, everyone fantasizes about someone they shouldn’t. For some people, it might be their teacher; others may think about a friend’s parent or their boss. 

You? You couldn’t keep your imagination from running wild with dirty daydreams about Jim Hopper: full-time Chief of Police and current Starcourt Mall Santa Claus.

A scowling boy hoists himself onto Hopper’s lap, mouth and fingers sticky with lollipop residue. “Santa!” he barks, tugging on his beard. “Last year, I asked you for a new TV, and you didn’t bring me one. You suck!” He sticks out his tongue and blows a raspberry. “This year, I want a Sega Master. Got it?” The kid jumps off and stomps over to where you’re standing off to the side in your ridiculous elf costume. He holds out his hand and stares at you expectantly. “Um, hello? Candy cane!” You roll your eyes but oblige, placing the candy in his palm as he skulks over to his mom.

“Good riddance,” you mutter under your breath, just loud enough for Hopper to hear you. The usually humorless man snorts lightly, but quickly regains his composure as the next spoiled tyrant demands a list of toys they just need to have.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, which means it’s the final night for you to make your move. For the past month, you’ve been eyeing Chief Hopper, doing your best to discreetly obtain his attention. Rolling your skirt at the waist so he could get a better glance at your ass when you leaned over, wearing a push-up bra so the top of your cleavage was visible to him, or seductively sucking on the leftover candy canes at the end of your shift. Yet every night ended the same–he smoked a cigarette before grunting a goodbye, speeding away in his old Chevy.

You’re determined to make tonight different, and you put your plan into action the moment the last kid leaves.

“Think that’s the last of ‘em,” Hopper announces, stretching his meaty legs from the plush velvet seat. His eyes are tired after a long day of fake smiling and half-listening to whining rugrats. He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, groaning. “This is the last time I let the guys on the force convince me to do this shit. ‘Giving back to the community,’ my ass.” He pulls a pack of Camels and a Zippo from his Santa suit pocket and lights up, taking a long drag.

“Actually,” you say, sauntering over to him, “I think there’s one more person who needs to tell you their Christmas wish.” You gingerly sit on his lap, fluffing out your skirt so that only your green tights and lace panties separate you from him. “You see, I’ve been a really good girl this year, and there’s only one thing I want.”

 “Let me guess,” he mumbles, taking another puff from his cigarette, “a diamond necklace? Shiny new convertible?”

You shake your head and use your forefinger to tilt his head towards yours. “I’ve always had a thing for you, Hop,” you admit, unhooking the fake beard from his red-and-white cap, unveiling a thin line of stubble along his jawline. “The way you walk like you own this shithole town, commanding authority wherever you go…it’s really fucking hot.”

Hopper laughs gruffly, nudging you from his lap. “What are you? Twenty?”

“Twenty-one, actually,” you retort, repositioning yourself so you’re now straddling his waist. “And unless you have another pack of cigs in your pants pocket, I suspect you’re into me, too.”

He snuffs out his cigarette on the arm of his chair. “And I’d suspect that you’ve never had a man turn you down. Isn’t that right, princess?”

“You’re not about to be the first, are you?” you ask, pouting as you press your chest against his. “Because that’s not a title I’d wear proudly.” You lean in to kiss his neck, but he turns slightly. “What’s not doing it for you, hm? Tits not perky enough? Body not tight enough?”

Hopper rests his head back and chuckles meanly. “Now, princess, you know that’s not the problem.”

“Then what is it?”

He lets out an exasperated sigh. “I’m more than twice your age, I’m your coworker–”

“Not after tonight,” you remind him pointedly, moving his arms down to your ass. To your surprise, he doesn’t move them. 

“Right, yeah,” he sneers. “Well, that doesn’t change the first part. And I have a reputation of keeping order, and I’m not about to tarnish it by fucking you in the middle of the mall.”

“Interesting,” you purr, pressing soft kisses along his throat. “Because I have a reputation, too. But mine is for getting what I want, when I want. Now, Chief,” you grind slowly against his burgeoning erection, “if you tell me to leave, I’ll leave right now. But I have a feeling that’s not what you want, is it?”

Hop’s eyes flicker to your heaving chest, and you feel him start to cave. His strong hands grip the flesh of your thighs as he bites his lower lip. “I’m no good for you, y’know that?”

“I know.” You kiss him hungrily, brushing your tongue against his. He tastes like smoke and peppermint, and you moan into his mouth. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this…needed this,” you amend.

“I like this better when you don’t talk,” he snarls, and you nod obediently, fingers flying over his coat buttons as you undo them. He’s wearing nothing but a ratty undershirt, and you whimper at the tufts of chest hair that peek through. He’s a real fucking man, not one of those idiot frat boys that plague your college campus. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it my way. Got it, princess?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you whimper. 

“On your knees,” Hop commands, and you scramble to get on the floor. He pulls his cock out of the confinements of his velvety pants, hissing at the release. He’s so thick, with veins straining along the shaft. You’re unsure how much you’ll be able to take, not that you’ll admit that to him. 

He grabs a handful of your hair as he guides you to his length. Precum is already beading at the tip, and you have to bite back a smile at the confirmation that he’s just as turned on as you are. You hollow your cheeks as you suck him off, gliding your tongue back and forth from tip to base and back again. 

“Bet you’re used to callin’ the shots,” he growls. “These dumb guys falling at your feet, beggin’ you to make them feel good. You’ve never had to beg like this before, have you?”

“Mm-mm,” you manage with your mouth full of him.

“Thas’ right,” he slurs, pushing your head down to the thatch of curls near his pelvis. You sputter and choke when his tip hits your gag reflex. “Am I more than the princess can handle?”

“I can h-handle whatever you g-give me,” you whisper hoarsely. You start to make your way back down to his cock, but he stops you, tugging you by your hips back onto his lap. He rips open your tights and pushes your panties to the side, and you gasp at the sudden chill.

“Only good girls get to make me cum with their mouths,” he states, wrapping his palm around your neck with one hand and rubbing himself against your wet folds with the other. “You said you were a good girl, but you seem like a brat to me.”

“Wanna…wanna be a good girl f’you,” you moan breathily. “Do anything for you, sir.”

“That’s better.” Hop smirks. He lines himself up with you, teasing your hole. “Sit on it, princess.” His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as you take him in, inch by inch. “Pussy’s so tight, so damn good,” he mutters, and this time, you can’t contain your satisfaction as he starts to crack.

“Am I more than you can handle, sir?” you shoot back, eager to use his own line against him.

Hop’s eyes turn sharp at your reply, and he tightens his grip on your throat. “Watch it,” he warns, “or I won’t let you cum.”

“‘M sorry, sir.” You have no time to feel any sense of shame before he’s bucking his hips into you, groping a costume-covered tit roughly. He’s hitting your sweet spot rhythmically, sending shockwaves through your body each time.

“Not good enough,” he scoffs. “Need to hear you beg me to let you cum. An’ you better do it fast, b’cause I’m close.”

“Please, sir; please let me cum. ‘M sorry for being a brat. I’ll be a good girl; I’ll listen to you, I promise. I just need to cum, need you to make me cum.” The pleading ripples past your throat, and you realize you’d promise anything just for an orgasm from him.

“Move your fuckin’ hips for me.” It’s his way of forgiving you, and you snap your hips back and forth. He’ll leave a necklace of bruises with the grip he has on you, and you’ll wear it with pride.

“I’m gonna cum, sir–if you’ll let me,” you plead one last time, desperate for his approval.

He nods, moving his hand from your throat to your hips, stifling some of the pressure as you ride him. “‘M gonna fill you up and leave you dripping with my cum, princess. Want you to see how I fuckin’ ruined you.”

You squeak out an mhmm as your orgasm washes over you, finishing while he thrusts harder. His own release comes just seconds later, and though you thought his cock felt perfect, nothing compares to him spilling into you.

There’s no cuddling or sweet nothings whispered into your ear; Hop simply pulls you off of his softening cock like you’re weightless. His cum drips down your leg and, always determined to get the last word, you scoop it up with your middle finger and lick it off. He cocks an eyebrow.

“Fuckin’ brat,” he says with a shake of his head.

Your tongue pokes out between your teeth as you fix your panties and adjust your skirt. “Am I a good girl yet?” you question, feigning innocence.

Hop lets out an incredulous laugh, lighting another cigarette. “Go home before you get yourself in more trouble.”

“Not too much trouble that the Chief of Police wouldn’t bail me out of though, right?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

He blows out a cloud of smoke and tucks himself back into his pants. “Merry Christmas, princess.”

#jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x fem!reader #jim hopper smut #smut #jim hopper stranger things #hopper x you #hopper x reader #hopper x fem!reader #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #stranger things #requests

[ereardon]

As It Was [Chapter 3][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship? 

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, no use of y/n, violence, illusion to smut, mention of death

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader 

WC: 5K

Series masterlist here

You decided it would look too impatient, too pathetic, to wait outside. Instead, you shuffled around inside the house doing mindless chores to kill the time. You had been ready for forty minutes, blonde hair perfectly curled and pulled back in a messy bun, a few strands left hanging out to frame your face. Tight blue dress with a slit that went dangerously high, capped sleeves to make up for it in modesty, strappy heels. 

You were elbow deep in the junk drawer of the kitchen when you heard a rumbling in the driveway. Quickly, you extricated yourself from the pile of tape and old receipts and shoved the drawer closed. 

The doorbell rang and you swung open the door to see Rooster in a pair of jeans and a button down shirt, wide grin across his lips. For the first time, you noticed a few faded scars on the left side of his face. Your fingers twitched at your side, wanting desperately to trace them. 

“Well shit,” he muttered, stepping in the doorway. “You look amazing.” 

You smiled and reached for your purse that was hung on the back of the closet door. “Ready to go?” 

He blocked the door for a moment. “One second. Just need to give you a second look.” 

You smirked and grabbed his hand, pulling him out the door. “Come on, plenty of time to gawk tonight.” 

Rooster glanced over at you in the passenger seat of his truck as you sped down the freeway. 

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” you demanded. “Or are you just going to keep staring at me and almost get us launched off the bridge?” 

He chuckled. “Where has Seresin been hiding you all my life?”

You relaxed back into the seat. “What’s your real name? I know it can’t be Rooster. I’m talking God-given, your mother calls you this name.” 

“Bradley,” he said quietly and you sensed a shift in the air in the cab of the truck. You turned to him and he had his eyes glued to the road. You knew better than to press him, just from the energy he was giving off, so instead you laid your hand on his thigh, felt his leg stiffen under your touch. “Fuck, you’re going to make this hard on me, aren’t you?” he whispered. 

You dug your fingertips into his denim-clad muscular thigh. “Definitely.” 

Rooster pulled into a parking spot in a largely empty parking lot. You looked around as he opened your door and shivered in the evening air. 

“Alright, are you going to murder me? Because the whole squad knows we’re on a date, so you have no alibi.” 

He placed one large hand on your lower back and steered you toward a brick wall, pulling you in close to his side. 

You looked up at him. “That’s not a response,” you said and he gave you a sly grin. 

“Relax,” he said, leading you to a door that seemed to appear out of nowhere on the side of the building. He reached for it and yanked it open. 

You stepped inside to find a prohibition style cocktail bar, red velvet booths lining one wall, a giant wooden bar with dim chandelier lighting above it. Rooster smiled at the bartender as you walked past, and directed you to a booth at the far end of the room, away from the stage, tucked into the corner. 

You sat down and he scooted in until your thighs were touching. 

“Surprised?” he asked and you nodded with a smile. “Good.” He laid one warm hand on your upper thigh, pinkie tucking in under the slit of your dress and grazing bare skin. You jumped slightly at the vibration of his finger dragging across your thigh and he smirked. 

A waitress appeared. “Two negronis please,” he said before she could put down a cocktail menu. 

“What if I don’t like gin?” you asked, turning to him, propping one arm up on the back of the plush seat. 

Rooster leaned into you closer. “Well, date over, I guess.”

“Good thing it’s my favorite, then,” you said and he smiled. 

“Knew there was something about you that I liked,” he said, voice thick and you watched his eyes flick over your features, reading you like an open book. “Last time I’m going to ask. What’s the deal with you and Seresin?” 

The waitress deposited your drinks and you snatched yours up, taking a sip. It was perfect. “Jake has been my best friend since we were eighteen. Simple as that.” 

“And you’re telling me you two never dated?”

You shook your head. “Never.” 

Rooster tipped his head. “I’ve seen him around you. Watched him touch you.” His hand shifted and you felt all five fingers duck beneath the fabric of your dress at the very top of the slit. Rooster’s fingers pressed down against your thigh, only a few inches from your panties. He leaned in closer until his mouth was touching your ear. “Do you let him touch you like this?” 

Your breath was ragged as he pulled back with a grin, extracting his fingers from under your dress to grab his drink, taking a long swig. “Are you always this bold?” you asked. 

He shook his head. “You never answered my question, sweetheart. Do you let Seresin touch you? The way you’re thinking about me touching you?” 

“And how is that?” you murmured. 

“I think you know.” “I want to hear you say it.” 

“Do you let him kiss you?” he whispered and you shook your head. “Slide his hands down your back and over your ass?” Head shake. “Prop you up on the counter, spread your legs apart with his hands, dig his thumbs into your thighs so he can see how wet you are.” You shook your head again, chest rising as one of Rooster’s hands slid up your thigh, over your hip, to your lower back. His brown eyes locked on yours. “You don’t let him run his fingers over your chest, pinch you with his thumb and index finger?” Another head shake. His hand started to journey upward until it threaded into the bun at the nape of your neck and his fingers tightened in your hair. Rooster leaned closer, tugging gently on your bun so you were looking up at him, eyes wide, pupils dilated. “Let him pull your hair while he fucks you from behind?” 

At this point you were panting and he lowered his gaze to watch your chest rise and fall under the silky blue material. He released his grip on your hair and you sunk back down, watching him smirk and take another sip of his drink. You had never in your life met someone so forward and sexy from the start. Even the mustache, which previously would have sent you running for the hills, somehow added to the allure. “Now I see why Jake didn’t want me to come tonight,” you said, watching Rooster’s eyes darken. He gulped down the rest of his drink. 

“Oh yeah? What did he say?”

“That you weren’t good enough for me,” you answered and he scoffed. You reached out and traced over the scar on his left cheek and he jolted. Instead of pulling away, you simply flattened your fingers against his skin, looking up into his eyes. “He’s wrong, you know.” 

“About what?” Rooster’s voice was gruff. Jake was obviously his Achilles’ heel. You were going to force it out of one of them, or both of them, someday. But that was for another time, another place. 

You let your fingers drop from his face. “You’re good enough,” you whispered, watching Rooster’s face soften. “I’m not some piece of fine China, not to be touched, like Jake will have you believe. I’m not his responsibility, no matter how much he likes to think I am. So don’t treat me differently than any other girl you would take on a date.”

He gave you a wide grin and to your surprise, scooted off the bench seat to standing, holding out his hand. “Dance with me.” 

Again, not a request. Simply a demand, and you immediately put your hand in his, let him lead you out onto the dance floor. The band on the stage was playing a loud swing song, and Rooster pulled you effortlessly into his arms, spinning you around the dance floor expertly. You laughed and let him dance you in circles song after song, and when the music finally slowed he pulled you in tightly, a large hand pressed deeply into the dip of your lower back and you threaded one hand through the ends of his hair around the nape of his neck. 

“Rooster,” you said and he looked down at you. 

“Yeah, baby?” he replied. 

“Let’s get out of here.” 

Back in the truck, he turned to you. “Where to?” 

You turned, your chin resting on your shoulder. “Let’s go to the beach. Oh and I am starving, you promised me dinner.” 

Rooster grinned as you tore into the burger, bare feet propped on the dashboard as he drove out into the darkness. You leaned over and fed him a bite, wiping at his mustache when it inevitably came in contact with some sauce. 

He held out a hand to help you down from the bed of the truck, and your toes sunk quickly in the sand. Rooster followed on your heels, his hand grasped tightly around yours. When you stopped near the shore and sat down on the dry part of the sand bank, he sat down behind you, pulling you into his arms, your back pressed against his chest. You leaned back, let him trace invisible lines up your forearms. The beach was empty, save for the dying remnants of a fire someone had forgotten to completely smother a few hundred feet away. 

“Who taught you to dance?” you asked after several minutes of silence. 

He paused. Then, “My mother.” You sensed a change in his voice. Swiveling around, you hiked up your dress and straddled his lap, Rooster’s hands naturally settling on your waist. 

“Bradley?” you asked and he looked up, surprise creasing his face at your use of his first name. 

“What is it, honey?”

“Why don’t you like to be called by your first name?” 

He shook his head. “Who said I didn’t?”

“Well nobody said it. It’s just the way you acted when I asked your real, God-given name. Made it seem like there was something you weren’t telling me.” 

He sighed. “It wasn’t you asking my name. You mentioned my mother. She, uh, she died a few years ago.” 

“Oh, my God,” you said, reaching out and pressing both hands to his cheeks before pulling him into a hug. “I am so sorry.” 

His large, warm hands wrapped around you and you stroked your fingers up and down the length of his back, all taunt muscles underneath his shirt. “It’s OK,” he said, but you heard his voice. He was broken. It was something you recognized all too well. 

You pulled back, smoothing your hands through his hair and coming to rest on his broad shoulders. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pressed you on it.” 

Rooster shook his head. “It’s OK. It’s better this way. I like you, Abby. I’m not afraid to tell you that. I’m not afraid to tell you what I want or what baggage I’m toting around.” 

He was honest and raw in a way that you had seen very few men before him ever act, and never on a first date. Something about him felt instantaneously familiar. And then his hands started to tighten on your waist and you felt a jolt of electricity buzz through your core. “You are not at all who I expected,” you murmured and he smiled. 

“No?”

You shook your head. “No. You’re so much better.” Then you leaned down and pressed your lips against his, felt one of Rooster’s hands come up to grip your neck, the other sliding across your back until he was touching your side. He shifted underneath you and rolled you, gently, until you were on your back in the sand. For a moment, you were reminded of a week before when you had been in an eerily similar position with Jake, the night he took you to the Hard Deck. Before Diana. Before Rooster. Before everything had changed. 

And then Rooster’s tongue pushed softly between your lips and every thought of Jake evaporated from your mind.

***

“Did you sleep with him?”

You threw a tired look over your shoulder. “That’s none of your business.” 

Jake dropped the tote bag of food from the farmer’s market on your kitchen counter and lifted his sunglasses off, setting them down near the bag. “It sure as hell is my business. He’s my fucking wingman. And you’re my best friend.”

You huffed and started to pull the fruit and vegetables out of the bag, slapping them onto the marble counter. “I’m not going to answer.” 

“Why not?” his tone was icy. 

“That’s between me and Bradley.” 

You watched Jake’s jaw set into a hard line. Your use of Rooster’s first name set him on fire. “So it's Bradley now?” 

“Yes, it is.”

“You seriously like him?”

You plunged a few apples into the water and vinegar bath you had set up in the second sink. “No, I just went on a date with him because he repulses me.” Jake’s fist balled up at his side. “Obviously I like him, Jake. You’re not blind. He’s a fucking gorgeous pilot. What's not to like?” You knew that would get under Jake’s skin. Being an aviator was his personality, and he never let you forget it. 

“He’s not right for you.”

“Oh yeah? Speaking of not right. When were you going to tell me about Diana?” 

Jake paused, his hands outstretched on the kitchen island. “What do you mean? I told you about her last week.” 

Whipping around, you gave him a dark look. “You had a girlfriend. For six months. And you never once thought to tell me? What the fuck? You say I’m your best friend. We talk every single day. And somehow she never came up? You were hiding her from me.” 

“I wasn’t hiding her,” he whispered. 

“No? So I must have just blacked out every time you mentioned her for the last six months, is that it?” You threw down the kitchen towel you had been using to dry the produce and Jake looked up with shock. “What the fuck are we doing here, Jake? Sneaking around, lying to each other? Messing in each other’s love lives? This isn’t us. This isn’t who we are. I used to be able to trust you. I thought you coming to San Diego would be the best fucking thing that had ever happened. That it would be like UT all over again. That I would have my best friend back.”

“Bubs,” he said, moving forward and pressing his hands against your arms, thumbs rubbing back and forth softly. “Hey, honey, it’s me. I’m the same person. I’m still your best friend. I want the best for you. Why is that too much to ask?”

You looked up into his soft green eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me about Diana sooner?”

He stuttered, but you didn’t drop your gaze. “Abby,” he whispered. 

You shook your head and he gripped you tighter. You tried to look away and he reached up one hand, guiding your line of sight back to his. 

“Sweetheart, come on,” he whispered. “You know I would have told you eventually. I was just waiting for the right time.” 

“You’re giving me such shit for going on one date with Bradley,” you whispered, your throat closing in, tears peppering the backs of your eyes. “Meanwhile, you lied to me for half a year.” You pushed his arms away, folded yours over your chest. “You should go.” 

“Bubs,” Jake begged and you shook your head. 

“Jake, please. I’ll talk to you later.” 

He knew you well enough to know you were firm on your decision. Jake grabbed his sunglasses from the counter, and hesitated before stepping closer, pressing his lips to your cheek. 

Once you heard the door shut and his truck buzz to life, you slipped down to sitting, back against the wooden cabinets. Why did he care so much about you and Rooster? And why were you really so mad at him for hiding his relationship with Diana? 

***

“Are you alright?” Bob tipped his head, his wire frames sliding down his nose. 

You nodded, setting your drink down on the bar behind you, readjusting on the hard stool. Phoenix and Rooster were in the middle of a heated pool game, demolishing two other uniformed aviators. Rooster had offered to take you anywhere, but you knew where he had hoped to end up and you had quickly acquiesced, changing into a pair of faux leather leggings and an off the shoulder sweater before hopping in the passenger seat of his truck and hurtling off to the Hard Deck. “Just fine, thanks.” 

He leaned back against his chair, hand digging in a plastic cup of peanuts, as Phoenix sunk the final ball into the far left corner of the table. She and Rooster cheered and hugged, and you watched the faces of their opponents fall as they handed over two crisp twenties each. 

“Good game,” Rooster said, patting one of the guys on the back before slipping the cash into his back pocket and coming to stand between your legs. He leaned over, one hand on either side of you gripping the wooden bar. “How you doing, baby?” 

You smiled up at him. “Just fine.”

“Fine?” he repeated, shaking his head. “That won’t do.” He reached both arms behind you and pulled you up until you were hoisted into his arms. You laughed and he took a seat on the piano bench, setting you down so your legs were thrown across his. 

Rooster reached for the keys and the overhead music cut out, everyone rushing to clamor around the old wooden upright piano. You wrapped one arm around his neck and he punched down on the keys and the pedals, singing loudly, shades pulled over his eyes. You looked around as everyone joined in, drunken smiling faces. 

Bradley was the type of man you had been looking for. Fun, energetic, determined. Someone who knew what he wanted. Someone who could be your safe place, and also push you. 

The song ended and he leaned back, sweat on his brow, a glow over his entire face. You reached over and wrapped your other hand around his neck, pulled him in for a kiss. Nearby, a few of the other aviators howled and you smirked against his lips. 

“Fuck off, Coyote,” he muttered, sliding his lips to the side and you heard a laugh behind you. 

You pulled apart, and Rooster smiled. “Can I get you another drink?” he asked and you nodded. 

Leaning back against the wall, you watched him walk away, a loopy grin on his face as he leaned over the wooden bar, chatting casually with the bartender. Phoenix and Bob took their spots at the end of the pool table against two new competitors. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar blond head weaving through the crowd. 

Jake appeared at the other end of the table, and to your surprise he had Diana’s hand gripped tightly in his. The rest of the team looked up with surprise. 

“Hangman,” the guy nearest to him said. They shook hands. 

“Fanboy,” he replied casually, his eyes trailing around the room and locking on yours. You hadn’t spoken since the day before when you kicked him out of your house after the farmer’s market. Jake smoothed his arm over Diana’s back, nudging her forward. She looked uncomfortable in front of the group, a frown painted on her face. “Guys, this is Diana. My girlfriend.” 

Bob and Coyote shot glances at you, eyes widened with surprise. Diana also locked eyes with you, and the heat of the stare made you look down at your feet. When you looked up after a beat, she was still looking. You felt an arm brush against yours, Rooster holding out a beer and you grabbed it, silently praising him for the distraction. His arm slid around your waist, large fingers rubbing against the waistband of your leggings and you looked up, smiling. 

Across the table, Jake’s fingers tightened on Diana’s side. 

“Um, nice to meet you,” Bob said softly, cutting through the tension. Rooster and Jake were staring at each other, neither moving or blinking. 

Diana shifted. “Nice to meet you too,” she replied quietly. She looked more out of place here at the bar than she had the night you met at Jake’s house. Her tanned fingers fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt and the strap of her purse and you felt guilty that Jake was doing nothing to ease her discomfort. 

“Diana,” you said and everyone’s eyes turned. “Do you want to get a drink at the bar?” 

She squinted at you before Jake gave her a nod. “Sure.” 

You smiled, pushing the untouched beer back into Rooster’s hand and he slid it easily over to Phoenix who took a swig. You rounded the corner of the table, brushing past Jake. Diana had already turned toward the bar, her back to Jake, and you felt his fingertips graze your back and you took a step to the right, making sure they could no longer make contact. 

At the bar, you smiled at Diana, spreading your forearms out on the wooden top. “Glad you could make it,” you said. 

She smiled and nodded. The bartender approached the both of you. 

“Gin and tonic,” you said in unison and she cracked a smile. 

“Nice choice,” Diana said and you laughed.

“Have to grow out of the vodka cranberry at some point, right?” 

She nodded, turning around to sneak a peek at Jake who was deep in conversation with one of the other aviators. “How do you do it?” she asked. 

“Do what?” 

“Date a pilot. They’re gone all the time. And when they’re gone, it’s so fucking dangerous. You wake up every day thinking they’re not going to come back.” 

You shrugged and laid your credit card down on the sticky bar top. “I don’t think there’s any way to prevent feeling the way you do. You just have to have faith they’ll come home. I’ve been worried about Jake for a decade, and he’s still here.” 

“But what about Rooster. Bradley, right?” she asked, cocking her head toward the wall where Rooster stood. “What do you do when he’s gone?” 

You laughed. “We’ve been on one date. Technically two if you count tonight. So don’t think I’m the best person to ask.” 

She squinted. “Really? Jake told me you two were serious.” 

The bartender slid your drinks back to you and you took a sip. “I’m not sure why he’d say that. Especially when he fought so hard to keep us apart.” 

Her jaw settled and she flung another look at Jake. “What do you mean?”

You waved your hand in the air. “Oh, nothing. He just said Rooster wasn’t good enough for me. Something stupid like that. It’s just Jake being Jake, you know how he is.” 

She grabbed her drink. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, if you’ll excuse me.” 

“Sure.” 

You watched as she took off toward the bathroom hallway, Jake’s eyes trailing her. You pushed off the barstool, making your way back to the pool table, and Jake followed after her. 

Rooster was leaning against the wall where you had left him, and you nuzzled into his side. “That was nice of you,” he said and you shot him an appreciative look. 

“Well, I try.” 

His hand stroked your hair. “You’re so gorgeous,” he said, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours firmly. You put your cup down on the edge of the pool table, tossing your arms around his neck and leaning into it. Just as you felt Rooster’s tongue press against your plump lips,  you felt a hand grab your shoulder. 

“The fuck did you say to her?” Jake demanded, face red with anger. 

You looked at him in shock. You could count on one hand the number of times Jake had gotten angry with you or gotten in your face. And it had always been when he was drunk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” you said calmly, backing up a step. 

“To Diana. What the fuck did you say to her to make her so upset?” 

You shook your head. “Nothing! Jake, I promise. She asked me how I deal with Rooster during long deployments and I said he and I had been on two dates. And she said that was funny because you had implied he and I were really serious.” 

His eyes were bugging out of his head. “You had no right to say anything to her.” 

Rooster’s arms came around your waist protectively. “Seresin, you need to back off. She didn’t do anything. You’re blowing this way out of proportion.” 

“Don’t fuck with me, Bradshaw!” he yelled and you felt Rooster’s arms tighten around you, pull you back away from Jake. Jake spotted this, his eyes trailing all of the contact points Rooster had on you. “What the fuck are you doing with your hands on her?” he whispered menacingly. “Don’t fucking touch her.” 

“Jake,” you said, stepping forward, reaching out for him. It was your natural reaction to touch him, hold him, try to calm him. He had been yours for so long you forgot he now belonged to someone else. To your surprise, his hand came up to block you, and you stumbled a bit, veering off to the left and bumping into the pool table. Rooster immediately lunged forward to check on you, and Jake grabbed his shirt, fists balled up against Rooster’s chest. 

“Don’t you dare touch her,” he gritted out, pressing Bradley back against the wall. You looked up in horror, expecting Rooster to shove Jake back or knock him out. Instead, he simply stood there as Jake shook in anger. “You don’t know anything about her. You don’t deserve her.” 

Rooster looked at him. He was taller by several inches, but they were a match for each other in stature otherwise. “Seresin, you need to calm down.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” 

“Go back to your girlfriend,” Rooster said. “And leave me to mine.” 

You watched Jake’s arms shake and against your better judgment, you lunged forward, hitting at his arms with your hands. “Jake, stop!” you said, grabbing his forearms and pressing them down. “Look at me. Look at me!” 

Finally, he pulled his green eyes off of Rooster to you. You reached up, pressed your palms to either side of his face. 

“Jake,” you whispered. “Let’s go outside.” 

He was rooted in place and you dropped both hands to his back, pushing him, hard, out the door. You gave Rooster an apologetic look behind you. As you steered Jake out, you saw Diana standing quietly near the bar, her face drawn in a tight frown. 

Outside, you shoved Jake by the shoulders. “What the fuck was that?” you yelled and he grimaced. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you wasted? What is going on?” 

“I don’t like him,” he said, licking his lips, eyes darting back toward the bar. “And I sure as hell don’t like him with you. His hands all over you. Like you’re fucking trash.” 

You slapped him, hard, on the cheek and he bent from the shock of the impact. “Don’t you dare call me trash.” 

“Abby,” he said, stepping forward and you took a step back. “Honey, that’s not what I meant.” He put his head into his hands and grunted. “Fuck! This is coming out all wrong.” When he looked up, you could see tears forming in his eyes.

Meanwhile, tears began to stream down your face in earnest. “What is going on with you, Jake? It’s like all of the sudden you’re a different person. What happened to the man that I knew? The Jake who would do anything for me? What happened to that person?” 

He looked up at you with a frown. “Maybe he doesn’t exist anymore. Maybe I can’t watch you date Bradshaw and still be that person for you.” 

“Why?” you sobbed. “Why is it so hard to watch me with Bradley? Don’t you want me to be happy?” 

“All I ever wanted is for you to be happy,” he said, his voice cracking. “I care about you more than I care about myself.” 

You shook your head. “That’s not true.” Your voice was small, the tears choking you. “If that were true, you’d want me to be happy. With or without Bradley.”

“He’s not good enough for you,” Jake repeated, stepping in closer, cupping your chin with his fingertips. “Sweetheart, I can’t stand to watch you get hurt.” 

“You’re hurting me right now,” you said softly and you watched your words tear him in two. His eyes clouded over in an instant. You pulled away and looked toward the window. Diana and Rooster were plainly visible in the yellow glow of the bar. “You’re hurting them, too. It’s time to think about someone besides yourself, Jake. It’s time to grow up.” 

You yanked open the door and let it swing back in his face. 

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Your really hard to get Part 5!! M.S

(Lexi speaks: another filler chapter sorry had a lot to do today cause of mother's day hope it is still a good chapter)

(warnings: smut makeouts best friends get together fluff dom!matt sub!Valerie cursing pet names)

(summary: Valerie and matt are best friends he likes her and gives her hints so she kinda knows and play hard to get)

Valerie pov

*one week later from last chapter*

Me and matt are cuddling in my bed "I am so glad you're ankle feels better than last week" matt says "yeah me to" I say.

Matt kisses my forehead "I love you Val" matt says "I love you too" i say and Nick walks in my room "hey we are ordering pizza" he says "ok Nick" matt says and Nick walks out.

I chuckle and matt smiles "wanna go downstairs" matt asks "not really" I say and matt smiles "okay we can stay up here then" he says and I smile.

"yay" I say and matt chuckles "why don't you wanna go downstairs" matt asks "I wanna be alone with you" I say he chuckle "okay" i smile as he agrees to stay upstairs.

"but I am bored" I say "so let's go downstairs" matt says "no" I say "okay I know something else we can do" matt says "and that is?" I ask and matt kisses me roughly I return the kiss and pull matt atop of me after a minute matt pulls away and removes my shirt he kisses down my jaw and neck leaving marks and the upper part of my boob that hangs out of my bra his hands go around my body and unclasps my bra and throws it on the floor.

He leaves marks all over my chest and down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my pants and looks up for permission and I nod and In one swift move my panties and shorts are off I squeeze my legs together by matt pulls them apart his cold rings touching my thighs he swipes his tongue through my folds "mhmm so wet already baby" matt says "only for you" i say and he chuckles.

His tongue swipes through my folds again but this time he doesn't pull away instead he lapps his tongue all around my clit and pushes 2 fingers in me pumping in and out making me a moaning mess "gonna cum" was all I could get out "cum baby" he says and I cum all over his fingers he pulls his fingers out "open baby" he says and i open my mouth and he shoves his fingers in.

"you taste good huh baby" he asks "mhm" I mumble he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and roughly kisses me again after a couple of minutes he pulls away gets off the bed and takes off all his clothes "on your knees baby" he says and I obey "open" he says I open my mouth and he slips himself inside my mouth he pulls my hair into a makeshift ponytail.

I bob my head up and down stroking whatever I can't fit inside my mouth I continue for a few minutes my chin covered in spit "oh baby I am going to cum" he says and shoots his hot sticky load down my throat he pulls out of my mouth "bed now" he demands I get up lay on my back and spread my legs.

"such a good girl obeying me" he says and lines himself up with my entrance and slams into me and I cry out he continues slamming into me hardly and roughly he puts his hand around my throat squeezing slightly I moan loudly "going to cum" I say "nope hold it" matt says I whine "please matt" "fine" matt says and I cum all over him he continues slamming into me chasing his own high.

Once he cums he falls right next to me on the bed we are both panting "you okay Val" matt asks "yeah I am good" I say nodding "you sure I didn't hurt you" he asks "no it felt amazing" I say and he nods.

Once we both catch our breath get dressed and walk downstairs and hear the TV volume really loud "turn it the fuck down" I say and Nick paused the movie "yeah that's what we were saying when we heard moans upstairs" he says and me and matt look at each other and laugh I go into the kitchen grab a slice of pizza and sit on the couch.

"i am glad you guys ordered pizza I am hungry" I say and Nick looks at me "yeah I bet you are like come on do you guys even care about us" nick says "my ears are bleeding" Chris says "i need holy water" Nate says and I chuckle.

"I swear Valerie when I get a girlfriend I am going to bring her here to fuck her while you are here" Chris says "yeah okay but you'll have to get a girlfriend first" I say and everyone but Chris starts laughing.

"yeah well at least I don't only fuck my best friend whenever cause they don't like me back" Chris says my jaw drops and everyone stops laughing Chris's eyes widen as he realizes how he said what he did "wait Val I didn't mean that" he says "first of all I don't like matt like that second of all I don't just fuck him whenever it just happens most of the time" I say "I know Val I am sorry I didn't mean it like that" Chris says "it's fine Chris" I say.

Matt sits next to me on the couch Nick resumes the movie and matt grabs my pizza out of my hands and takes a bite and I chuckle "hey!" I say and he laughs and hands it back to me I chuckle and continue watching the movie.

(Lexi speaks: alright this seemed longer than it is but this was what I was working on before it got deleted so I hope you enjoy the smut btw me and @pixiespax are starting to write our 2 part chris fic part one will be on her page and part 2 will be here on my page)

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Is This The Love (That I'm Feelin'?) Bob Floyd X Loot (PART 4)

Archive of Our Own // Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Summary: Bob & Loot get in a boat. They have a talk!

Warnings: Curses, boners, fluff.

Word count: 3,559

‘He’s sweet and I’m seeing him again today.’ You were pacing the almost threadbare rug in your apartment, biting your thumb nail as the familiar calming voice on the other end of the line helped you through your panic.

‘I should tell him, he should know.’ Across the rug and back again, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. 

‘Then tell him, if he’s worth it, he’ll understand.’

You let your hand fall to your side, stepping toward your reflection. ‘I think…I hope he is. I mean, I think he will understand.’

‘From what you’ve told me I’m guessing he’s a good dude, I wanna date him.’ 

Huffing a laugh, you actually caught yourself smiling, just thinking of him, Bob, he was almost your Bob. Just one more thing, one more hurdle.

‘I wanna date him, I need that.’

‘You deserve it,’ your friend spoke clearly, knowing you fully deserved any happiness that you could cling on to. 

‘We both do, huh?’ 

Sighs book-ended, a silence settling. ‘Go have fun. Call me, whatever happens.’

You promised before hanging up. Running your fingers through your hair, gripping your scalp and squeezing your eyes shut. In a few hours, you’ll see Bob. Everything would be cool, he was solid, despite the shyness that seemed to render him speechless at times. 

It was hot as hell outside, the air con was rattling louder than a street-car, you needed to get the damn thing looked at. A notification popped up on the phone still in your hand. 

Bob: I packed lunch, you just gotta bring yourself. 

Excitement was creeping into your bones, replacing the worry that had stopped you getting a good nights sleep. Were you even a good person? Bob deserved the best. You wanted so desperately for that to be you.

Bob was waiting for you on the dock. You spotted him right away, his hand was shielding his eyes, looking out to sea. Khaki shorts and pristine white socks. The man looked put together, as always. You imagined his living space; a place for everything and everything in its place. 

‘Hey, you!’ 

He turned quickly, as if he was surprised by you showing up. Cracking a big smile he waved awkwardly, ‘hey, you.’

Stepping up to him, only a couple of inches shorter, you reached up and pressed a kiss to his mouth. It lingered for a moment, until he made that ‘mmm’ sound. Big hands settled on your arms, fingers wrapping around you, holding fast. 

At least you were alone, just two of you on the dock in the late afternoon sunshine, water sloshing softly against the side of the boat. 

You don’t remember when your fingers had started tugging at the roots of his hair, or your other hand squeezing gently at his ribs. 

Bob sighed, ‘you gotta stop squeezing me.’ Noses touching, eyes closed.

‘I’m ticklish,’ he admitted, grinning. 

You wanted to pull away, tell him that you wanted to talk, but these kisses were so good, his touches were gentle but demanding. He must have felt the tension a little, he gave your lips a quick kiss and squinted at you. ‘All good, Loot?’ 

‘Yeah, all good, Bob.’ You couldn’t, not now. 

Taking your hand, he lifted his heavy backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Though he was tall and slim, you could see he had that hidden strength, the type of strength when a man will lift something ridiculously heavy and not even flinch. No macho shit either. You really fucking hated that.

Bob threw his bag down into the boat with a loud thunk, grimacing when he realised there were bottles of beer in there. ‘Oops.’ 

You laughed, making him crack another smile that made you wanna jump his bones right there.

‘Hop in, m’lady.’ Bob held you steady as you stepped down safely. The boat jiggled and righted itself as Bob climbed in behind you.

‘Ok, off we go.’ 

Bob felt his cheeks aches from how much he was smiling, being out with you on the calm waters. There really was no need to go too far out, you could still see people milling about on the shore. That was just perfect. A bottle of beer was standing between your feet, both hands wrapped around your sandwich, you didn’t realise how hungry you were. 

Neither of you had eaten today, both anxious for different reasons.

Bob had butterflies in his stomach, things were going so well that he though maybe tonight you could take it a little further. In Bob’s mind, that was you coming back to his and showing you his record collection, and most definitely staying the night so he could be big spoon and feel you sleep next to him. 

He had bought eggs, just in case you liked eggs for breakfast.

‘What’re you doin’ later,’ he blurted, imagining his fingertips running across the top of your shirt, the small bit of cleavage on show for him. Coz it was for him. 

‘I was hoping we could hang out, talk some.’ You gulped the last of the cold beer. 

‘Sure we can, I’d like that. And next weekend?’ He pressed.

You raised a brow at him, just as you did the first night you’d come to talk to him at the party.

Before you could answer, Bob held out his hand to take yours, fingers intertwining across your lap. His thumb was gliding gently back and forth across the back of your hand.

The look in his eye had you melting, there was a chance you would leave your physical body and turn into water vapour that rises from the wooden fences in the morning sun, just like that memory of your child hood that would come back to you in flashes. You started. Making him almost pull his hand away until you gripped it a little harder than you meant.The look of pure hope and lust that had been on his face was eclipsed by concern.

‘Am I movin’ too fast?’ Bob whispered. 

‘No, you’re not. Maybe a little slower than I’d like but I wanna enjoy this.’ You brought his hand to your lips, kissing each knuckle while he watched, his mouth slack. He near leaped across the gap between you and let his mouth find yours in a fevered, searing kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, tasting the beer in your mouth. 

‘Is this somewhere in the middle?’ Bob took a breath before attacking your mouth again, unwinding your entangled fingers, he placed his hands high on your ribs, bracketing your breasts. Both of you were twitching and trying to reposition yourselves to be closer, but how much of you could touch in this tiny, awkward row boat?

Shifting your butt off the ledge, you sank down into the belly of the boat, letting Bob climb over you. ‘Bob, you are so fucking sexy.’ You gasped, feeling his tongue on your neck, sucking softly down your throat, you could feel his mouth turn into a smile as he continued kissing down to the top of your breasts, his nose drew a line through your cleavage. A piece of hair fell loose, tickling your overheated skin. ‘Should I stop?’ Bob’s voice was muffled, his face pressed into the soft swell of your tits.

‘Hell no. And just for the record, I think you’re a gentleman.’ 

Bob’s hands moved achingly slow, you willed him to hurry up and start squeezing you, grind against you, anything, you’d take anything! 

Your breathy moans were sending him to the edge, he could feel you writhing underneath him within the confines of the boat and you felt so damn good. 

‘Loot, if you keep grinding against me I don’t think I can be gentlemanly much longer.’ He tasted the skin under your ear, tongue on your pulse. 

You were pulling at his hair, fuck he’d cum in a minute if this didn’t stop.

He really didn’t wanna cum in his shorts like the desperate little teenager he’d been. It was so easy to bring him to the edge with some praise, he wanted to be good for you, honestly, he wanted to be the best version of himself for you.

‘These beer bottles are digging into my back. Do you think we could take this some place else?’

Bob nodded, breathing heavily, willing for the ache in his cock to subside. Somewhat glad that you had expressed discomfort, otherwise he would have been ok taking you right here, the thoughts of your warm heat around him, squeezing his cock, hands on his ass….he was almost there. 

‘Fuck, ok, ok.’ Bob moved away from you, sitting back on his heels, watching you squirm around until you sat back on the ledge. 

You could see the bulge at the front of his pants. 

Bob’s face was flushed and he was looking anywhere but at you. Fuck, was he embarrassed.

‘Hey, I want you, I do.’

‘I know,’ he choked on an attempt to laugh. ‘Clearly I want you too. I think I….I think I always have. Since, you know, seeing you on base, a while back.’

‘I just didn’t think you’d ever see me.’ 

‘I most definitely did, I noticed those piercing blue eyes watching me every morning in the hallway.’

Bob put his hands on his knees, looking out across the water again. He didn’t want to look at you just yet. He wanted to be vulnerable and tell you exactly what he wanted, but what if you didn’t feel the same? In all honesty, Bob knew it would take him a lifetime to get over you, even after two and a half dates, he counted the making out in a the closet as a half date.

You could see he was still hard and you were aching to reach out and touch him, make him feel good. wanting to see his head thrown back in pleasure, mouth open and whining while you jerked him off.

‘Bob,’ your calm voice belied the fire in your soul. 

Finally, he turned his face to look at you. ‘Let’s get back to shore.’ 

‘Are you finishing the date early? I’m sorry if I took it too far.’ Bob swallowed hard, feeling like he would cry if you never wanted to see him again.

‘Hell no. I would like to get back and get out of this heat. Coz you are looking like a tall, cold glass of water right now.’

Bob pursed his lips, trying and failing not to laugh. ‘Well, thank you.’

Neither of you took your eyes off each other while Bob rowed back, muscles easing and tensing as he pulled the oars through the water. 

Neither of you spoke while he tied up the boat and you hopped up onto the dock with his backpack against your chest. 

Nothing on this earth would burst this bubble of want between you right now. You had to have him, he was gonna be your Bob from this moment. 

His quiet intensity mirrored yours.

‘Come on,’ he said eventually, holding out his hand. You took it, moving closer so your hips were touching while you walked. 

‘Mine or yours?’ Bob squeezed your hand while you considered. 

‘Mine.’ That was it then, the finality, he could always walk out if he didn’t like what you wanted to say.

Your air conditioning unit rattled to life while Bob took in your small living room. You had set up mood lights in nearly every free space but it was neat, tidy, girly. A fluffy cushion peeking out under a crochet blanket on the back of your armchair. Everything was set up for you, it was perfectly you. 

There were a few framed photos on the wall next to him. One was you with your graduating class from the Navy. Most were who he presumed were your friends, no one looked like you; no family. Bob scratched his chin, curious. 

‘Come sit by me,’ you laid your hand out on the cushion next to you. 

Bob settled in, moving so you could fit in next to him. And you did, you moulded in to the parts of him you fit so nicely in to while he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. 

‘This is nice,’ he whispered sleepily. The heat of the day was catching up to you both.

‘Wanna go for a nap?’ You suggested, putting off ‘the talk’ for as long as you could. 

Bob’s eyes were puffy, a lazy grin on his face while he nodded in agreement and let you lead him to your bedroom.

Bob kicked off his shoes while you crawled up toward the pillows, opening your arms out so he could join you.

‘Uhm, is this a pants off kinda nap?’ Bob fiddled with the waistband of his shorts. 

‘Yeah, I think it’s a pants off kinda nap,’ you agreed, lifting your hips off the bed to pull off your own cut offs. 

Bob shuffled out of his, revealing a tight pair of black boxer briefs, his bulge was mouth watering. You sneaked a quick look as he shifted closer to you on the bed. He didn’t have an erection but boy, just looking at that bulge you knew he had a monster between his legs.

After a moment of smiling and not saying anything at all, he inched closer, throwing his arm around you, kissing you gently. The heated passion had dissipated for now. There were long, sweet kisses and breathing in each other before his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep, hands clasped.

You’d slept for maybe an hour before you jolted awake, Bob was still sleeping, his mouth open a little. Was it creepy to lay here and just look at him? In all surety you knew you wanted to do that for the rest of your life.

Sneaking from the bedroom you used the bathroom and checked your face, it was a little hot from the sun earlier but no damage done. You moisturised, brushed your hair and used some mouth wash before slipping back into bed next to Bob, who reached out for you immediately.

‘Where’d you go?’ His voice raspy with sleep.

‘Just to get pretty for you.’

‘You’re always pretty,’ he said, pressing his mouth into your neck. Lifting his head from the pillow suddenly, eyes wide. ‘I gotta pee real bad.’

You giggled as he hopped up, looking to you with panic in his eyes as you pointed to where your bathroom was. 

He returned with relief on his face. 

‘I hope you don’t mind I used some mouthwash.’ Bob bounced up onto the bed, full of the joys of spring, smiling down at you. 

‘I wanna kiss you some more, if you’d allow it.’ You were both a little giggly, being here together, with less clothes.

‘I will allow it, Lieutenant Floyd.’

Bob melted into you, kissing you slowly at first, breathing heavily as your tongues started to move against each other. His hand was resting on your hip for a time, you felt him moving slowing down until he began palming at your ass. An exhale became a groan, a sound so sinful from you that he doubled down on his groping. 

Lips messily finding someplace to land on exposed flesh, the symphony of your breaths was filling the small space around you. Like they were always meant to be heard that way.

‘Bob, stop.’ Your hand met his chest and pushed him, just slightly. 

His stomach dropped. ‘Ok.’ It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but he could wait, he didn’t want to force you into anything.

‘I need to tell you something,’ sitting up and wrapping your arms around your knees you waited for him to adjust himself and sit up, a crease between his eyebrows as he studied your face.

‘What is it? You can tell me anything?’ 

A whole host of things crossed his mind at that moment. 

You’d never done it before, you wanted to wait til marriage, you didn’t like him that much, you never wanted to see him again.

The blood rushed around his head, mouth drying up as he heard you say it.

‘Bob… I’m married.’

How could that be? He’d never seen you with anyone, there was no ring, no man living here, no wedding photographs. No one on on base had even warned him. 

You could see the shock wash over him, it broke your heart. He was clenching his jaw, his eyes darting around the room but looking at nothing at all. Absorbing that horrid piece of information you wished in that moment wasn’t true, that it was a bad joke. 

‘You..’ he started, clamming up. ‘Why didn’t you tell me before…’ He wanted to say before I fell for you.

Why would you lead him on like this? You felt like the worst person in the world. He looked so fucking betrayed.

‘I’m legally married, I have to tell you that. But I’m not married for any other reason other than it was for convenience…protection.’

A look of understanding replaced the pinched concern, it dawned on him.

‘Your upbringing? The cult?

You just nodded. 

He got up from the bed, the boner he’d been working on was long dead. There was nothing Loot could say right now to bring that back. Pacing, he ran his hand through his hair, across the stubble starting on his cheeks. Everything had been so perfect. 

He’d thought you were the one, you were it for him. It was crumbling, the walls collapsing in on him.

‘Bob, I wanted to tell you from the get-go but you were so perfect, I didn’t want to spoil it, I didn’t want you to tell me no straight away.’

‘So you wanted to toy with me a bit?’ Bob narrowed his eyes, no one knew how quickly Bob could spit venom if someone started fucking with him.

‘Never. That was never my intention. It was a marriage to protect me when I left home. My family has a fucked up sense of ownership.’

‘So your husband owns you? Is he gonna burst though that front door and beat the hell outta me for fucking with his wife?’

His words stung. It was bound to happen, you’d hoped he’d understand right away. But he didn’t, who would? 

‘It’s not like that, I will explain if you want to hear it.’

‘Fuck me,’ Bob felt the tears springing to his eyes, he’d let them fall, he needed them to. This hurt. 

There was silence between you, the only sounds were the struggling whirs of the air conditioner in the next room and Bob trying to breathe. He was trying to calm himself; eyes squeezed shut, hands over his ears. 

‘Do you wanna sit?’ Your voice was sad. So fucking sad, Bob thought. But he looked you like you were the last person in the world he would want to sit with. Like you just punched his grandma.

He held your gaze for a minute before grabbing his shorts from the floor. 

Usually you were strong, you could keep yourself together out of pride, you never liked anyone seeing you vulnerable. So you bit the inside of your cheek and just watched him dress. His hair had come loose from your hands, it sat across his forehead, covering his ears when he finally relaxed his hands and turned to you.

‘I just need to think about this, Loot. I’m sorry.’ 

You nodded. He disappeared without a kiss or a touch or even a backwards glance. 

Before you started to cry, you found your phone in your shorts and clicked call next to David’s name.

‘Well?’ He didn’t answer with a hello.

‘He freaked out a bit and left.’ Your shoulders slumped.

‘Oh sweetie, I’m sorry.’ He really did sound it.

You spent an hour on the phone, pacing, biting your nails. You hadn’t bothered putting your shorts back on. ‘I never date anyone on base, this is why! Now I have to go back to work on Monday and see him and he won’t look at me in the hallway like he always does. Fuck!’ 

David tried is best to be a good friend and listen, he even suggested you go find him and explain the situation, if he’d listen. You were both sure Bob would listen. 

Just as you were going to find some new clothes to wear, there was a knock at the door.

David was playing out the whole scenario for you, what to say, when to pause for Bob’s reactions when you pulled open your front door.

‘Sorry David, I gotta go, Bob is standing on my front step with flowers.’

You blindly thumbed at the hang up button and blinked at Bob.

‘Sorry, I ran out.’ His hair was still a mess. You wanted to kiss him silly. ‘I’m hell-bent on loving you, please tell me what my chances are.’

His eyes were shining, he had cried, you could tell and you wanted him so bad because of it. Bob walked into the living room when you stepped aside to let him in.

‘Loot, you’re not wearing any pants.’ He chuckled despite the tightness in his chest. 

That’s a good sign, you thought.

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