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[perdidosbucky-yyo]

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛

Pairing: Exotic Dancer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader (no mention of gender or ethnicity)

Summary: Hi, you've reached [your name]. I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep!

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: cheating (on reader), lots of cursing, smoking, heavy drinking, weed smoking, body image issues (I'm sorry), this is a smutty fic (but there’s no smut), dry humping. Please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: This is the first fic I've posted in years lmao, I'm a bit rusty, but omfg I enjoyed writing this so much, it's very self-indulgent hehe I hope you love it just as much as I do.

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own.

Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged🥺

7:51 PM

“Baby please, You know I’m an idiot…she means nothing” Jake whined through the phone. 

As of 5 hours ago, he became your ex but kept on calling you, each call pleading for your forgiveness and saying the same stupid excuse “I felt you pulling away, what was I supp-”

Before you could interrupt him yourself, your best friend and roommate took your phone “Listen closely you little shit, if you don’t stop calling I’ll personally chop off your balls, fry’em up and feed them to your mother in a fucking salad… it’s Wanda by the way” she huffs as she hands you back the phone, “Colorful” you grimace.

Shoving you inside the car, with you and Wanda on the back, Bruce behind the wheel and Tony as co-pilot, “Why do you even answer his calls?” Tony asks while Wanda lights up a Marlboro, and gives you a drag “Because I want to tell him to go fuck himself… I- I just can’t seem to find the right words”, “That seems right” Wanda quips and you roll your eyes, “Don’t worry you’ll find the words when the time’s right” Bruce adds, “Dr. Banner is right, tonight is all about getting shit-faced” Tony adds.

You all clap and turn up the volume to the perfect song “I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know” Wanda sings, the wind on her face, while Bruce shouts “WE LOVE YOU MADONNA”. 

They were right, fuck Jack, tonight you wanted to let go, you weren’t one for parties or clubbing but you couldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for yourself, partying with your friends seemed like the perfect distraction “LET’S FUCKING GO” you shouted at the top of your lungs.

9:05 PM

“The Hush-Hush Hideaway?” you laughed as you finished your first beer after two cherry vodka shots, sounds like a place where 50 year olds would come to have an affair, “Alright, alright before you keep on talking trash, there is more eye to meet” Tony argues, to that Wanda snorts “are you seriously drunk right now? after three piña coladas?”, Bruce laughs “they’re stronger than they look” Tony defends himself as he stands up, signaling you all to head to the dance floor.

You honestly loved the place, the lighting was incredible, the atmosphere was hot pink with hints of dark red and deep purple, the ceiling was decorated with hundreds of disco balls shining down on you, the bar had tables so crystalline and so red, it looked like solidified blood,  each one surrounded by the comfiest leather couches. There was also the dance floor which you were dancing on now, it had the perfect stage for dancers or any kind of show, the whole place had the perfect mix of chic and urban.

10:39 PM

“This round’s on me” Tony shouts over the loud music as he hands you what would probably be your 5th drink, stumbling around as you danced to a song that suddenly became your favorite, as you downed the liquid gold you took Tony’s hand and started giving him a lap dance of some sorts which made everyone laugh along with you. 

And then everything went pitch black, for 5 seconds the music was over, lights were out, for a moment you thought you passed out but then a huge white light shone straight into the middle of the stage, “Girls Gays and Theys!” a deep voice over the microphone started, “is this a gay bar?” Bruce genuinely chimed in, making you giggle.

“Tonight we encourage you to let that wild side of yours out! Please give a warm welcome to The White Wolf” the voice cheered with excitement and the crowd roared and cheered back, “he must be really good looking” you sassed, and in that moment, red ropes descended.

Not a second later a man dressed in a kevlar suit swirled down as if swimming in the red fabric, wrapping himself in a cocoon in the air so the next second he rolled down to the stage, the top of his leathery suit gone, leaving his gorgeous toned abdomen exposed making the crowd go wild. The lights enhanced his beautiful body. “D-does he have glitter on?!” Tony shouted in awe, everyone absolutely going crazy over this tall, brown-haired, thick oh so fucking thick specimen.

On the other hand, you were finding breathing a difficult task, especially because his eyes were trained on yours, maybe it was the several drinks in your system or the empowering song that heightened everything, but his stare was intense, the ice blue of his eyes chilled your spine and for a moment you thought he was going to stop the show, come down and rip your clothes off… yeah you definitely felt tipsy now.

This man knew the power he held, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he had autonomy of every nerve and every muscle on his body, your heart and pussy were practically pulsing as you watched him dance. The magic was broken when you felt your phone ring in your pocket, taking it out, you saw it was Jake calling AGAIN, you knew your friends would tell you not to pick up, but part of you wanted to hear him out and scream at him, you didn’t know which one you were going to do.

Leaving the dance floor and heading to the bathrooms where you hoped it’d be quieter, you swipe to the green bubble “Please please forgive me” is the first thing the man says, making you sigh in frustration “S-top stop saying you’re sorry” but it’s like talking to a wall, you’re not even sure he heard you because he just keeps on whining. 

??:??

You don’t know how much time you spent listening to him in the bathroom but eventually, you give up and hang up on him, splashing some fresh water in your neck you exit the room and bump into a rock-hard wall, but then unexpectedly the wall starts talking and you think maybe it’s not a wall.

“it was rude to bail” a grave voice rumbles in your ear through all of the noise, looking up you see it’s the white wolf, making you almost choke on air, but you were quick enough to react and raise an eyebrow in response “sorry?”.

Without even noticing, the man had cornered you into a wall “Don’t apologize, you can make it up to me” he said with a wild smile, “oh he’s good” you thought, then he looked at you as if he read your mind, “you look like someone in desperate need to have some fun… let me give you a hand” he whispered, his confidence made you forget he was a stranger, and oddly enough it felt like you knew him perfectly, the thought of spending your night with him made you shudder.

Taking out what looked like a big fat blunt from one of his pockets, he dragged the little bundle of joy from your exposed thighs, up your arms, slowly passing through your neck, and finally grazing your soft lips, his eyes never once leaving yours, he leaned in and the smell of cedarwood with a touch of french vanilla made your eyes roll.

Man, you’re really not keeping your cool, but he’s too beautiful for you to care, you might as well pucker your lips, but then he backs away, taking your hand and leading you to the backdoor between the kitchens. The sound of music and people dancing start to disappear until it’s muffled, “are we allowed in here?” you laugh as he lights up the joint and takes a big gulp, your heart pounds with excitement, this is exactly what you needed.

Your inner demons whispered that he really wasn’t interested in you, he looked like he was sculptured by frigging Michelangelo, he’d never want to be with someone as big as you, plus you felt sweaty from dancing most of the night, but honestly, it was more about the nerves you felt around him, but just as easy as the negative thoughts came, he batted them away with a single kiss to your cheek, near enough to the corner of your lips “lost you there for a sec” he teased.

As he handed you the joint, you took it with hesitance, “I usually don’t take marihuana from strangers, you got a name or does everyone call you the white wolf?” you teased, carefully eyeing him, realizing that he was still shirtless unconsciously making you bite your lip.

A lazy smile spread on his face “Waddaya mean you don’t know me? Pfft I’m your latest conquest”, it threw you off but he looked so sincere it made the butterflies in your stomach dance, “I’m Bucky” he laughed, he was so at ease with that pretty smile you couldn’t do anything but swoon.

Taking a drag of the blunt you breathe out the smoke through your nose as you offer him your name in return,  not wasting a second he repeats it, slowly, maybe he was high but it seemed as though he enjoyed the sound of your name on his tongue, he savored it, your legs pressed against each other and you had to take another drag so not to seem desperate as you were for him.

He might be a stranger but deep down you felt unbelievable attraction, in less than 10 minutes of knowing him he made you feel powerful, and free, like maybe in a past life or somethin’ he was your soulmate… Pfft, you wanted to crack up at your own thoughts, somehow Bucky knew and started laughing, slowly leaning into you and crashing his lips with yours, it was sloppy but fuck you’d never been kissed like that, it was passionate, you felt wanted, right then and there you were ready and willing to let him swoop you off your feet.

12:59 AM 

Bucky was showing you his best moves, his calloused hands gripped and groped your body as you both swayed your hips against each other perfectly in sync.

He was so smooth, the fogginess of the joint rumbled through your body, each touch, every one of his strokes felt like a wave, you were floating in a sea of music and his scent, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing could harm you because he was right behind you, worshipping you, telling you how he loved the feel of every roll and every curve, you couldn’t help but smile and he couldn’t help but kiss that beautiful smile.

Not long after your friends found you and you introduced them to the dancer who blew their minds, some of his friends joined you, and not long after you were the life of the party, shots and blunts came pouring, and just like you wanted you became one with bucky, you didn’t know where you began or where he ended, pain and misery were a strange and unknown concept tonight.

1:55 AM

Wanda had to drag you away from Bucky to chat with you a bit, she couldn’t hide that grin even if she tried “Dude I don’t even recognize you right now” you laugh with her knowing very well what she means, squeezing her wrist you stop the urge to squeal, “I don’t know how this happened but fuck he’s just so pretty I wanna cry” you both giggle, understanding the Rachel Green reference. 

Turning to see Bucky you caught him already watching you, it looked like he was chatting with his friends but he wouldn’t look away from you, you realized he was waiting for you, and honestly you were eager to return to his embrace and intoxicating scent “Fuck Jack, you have men waiting in line” Wanda practically shouts as she pushes you back to the dance floor.

2:12 AM

After a while your social battery was low and you needed a break, so now you leaned against the wall in the back alley of the bar, a cigarette lit, resting on your fingertips as you recalled the events that brought you here tonight.

You didn’t blame Wanda for reminding you of Jake and what he did, after all, she was just hyping you, but now your mind was plagued, you memorized with detail how you found them, as some sort of self-punishment, why? you didn’t know, after years of therapy, you were still trying to unlearn self-deprecating thoughts that your family and society shoved in your face.

Jake cheating on you with a leggy blonde who was quite literally a Victoria's Secret model was a kick to your stomach, it made you realize that maybe every bad thought you had about yourself was true, and that was terrifying… 

Realizing that the cigarette burned itself out, you stepped on it, but before you could come back inside Bucky opened the door and grinned “There you are, was worried I spooked ya”, to that you chuckled, somehow the laws of social battery didn’t apply to the handsome trapeze dancer “Never”.

Stepping outside and standing next to you, he takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers “What’s got my sweet doll so down?”, you expected the pet name to make you cringe but instead swooned. Lighting another cigarette you take a drag and blow it on his face, and he just bites the smoke, making you giggle, after a beat of silence you show him your heart.

“About… 11 hours ago, my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on me” you sigh, trying with all your might not to shed a single fucking tear, Jake didn’t deserve them, “Gimme his address” he deadpans, a look so deadly in his eyes, that spark was almost snuffed, but just as quickly his attitude changed, “I’ll kill 'im with my bare hands, I’LL FUCKING KILL ’IM” he shouts with foux determination, making wild animal noises that are making you laugh so hard you can’t breathe “you’re not funny” you say out of breath.

His thumb cleans away a single runaway tear, his touch is so gentle at first you’re not even sure he’s holding you, he’s so close you feel his breath on your cheek and his nose caressing your skin oh so lightly, “you’re dreaming”, you think incredulously. 

In a second his touch becomes rough as he grips your face with both his hands, holding you still so you can’t look anywhere but his eyes, “he’s a fucking moron” he spits out, almost insulted, “and I don’t mean a jerk or plain stupid, I mean he’s missing some fucking brain cells to let go of someone so insanely beautiful as you”.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, you’re about to explain but he cuts you off “And I don’t even need to know him, to be sure of what I’m telling you right now” he scoffs,  “Hell, I don’t even have to know you to be sure, in the very short time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything” bucky almost can’t believe he’s saying this to you, suddenly the tension is palpable and neither of you can breathe… 

“You’re driving me insane” is the last thing he says before pushing you against the wall, with a grunt he grips your waist and your lips crash with his, in a fight for dominance your tongues swirl, it’s as if Jake or any other man never existed, washed away by the ocean that is Bucky. 

You loved how vocal he was being, he moaned into the kiss as you practically humped him, he bit your swollen lips as a warning to slow down but it only turned you on more. You could feel your hardened nipples rub against his chest, and it drove both of you nuts, with all his strength he pulled away, leaving you dizzy and pulling him for more, he’s never wanted anyone the way he wants you but he would never have sex with someone so drunk, even if that person begged as nicely as you were right now.

He laughs as you start leaving hot open kisses throughout his neck and jaw purring like a cat, “Bucky please” you mewled, asking him for more, his hand flew to grasp your hair in a tight grip, nibbling on your skin as he reached your ear “We aren’t doing anything except kissing the fuck out of each other doll” he whispered.

You made for a grab to his groin but he was able to take your hand and hold it above your head “I want you nice and sober when I get you to cream on my cock”, he groans as you make a final attempt to lure him in, but you know he’s right, so you huff in defeat, a pout on display to make your feelings known, “baby doll what’s wrong? you look flushed” he teases as you gasp in faux offense.

3:45 AM

The bar kicked everyone out but you still had some party left in you and apparently, so did Bucky because he’s already got you piggyback riding him to his car, you said goodbye to your friends assuring them you trusted Bucky, his place was less than 10 minutes away and you’d send them your location. 

Once you got to the car Bucky stopped in his tracks, “we’re drunk and high as hell” he stated, and like a bucket of iced water you realized he was right “Accurate statement” you snort, carefully dropping you on the ground he swiftly turned to face you “so we should… perhaps, maybe take a cab” he goofs around as he steals small kisses form you “or we can walk? your place’s near right?” you reply, everyone was already gone to ask for a ride but he liked the idea of having some alone time with you, so,  he picked you up and placed you on his back “To the Batcave!” he runs as you hold onto him as tight as you could.

4:05 AM

You peacefully walked on the side of the street as cars passed by, one thing that you loved about walking at night was the lack of noise, the night wasn’t completely quiet, you could still hear the cars in the distance, people coming in and out of bars or whatever, the breeze was the perfect temperature and the city lights of New York were shone beautifully.

Hand in hand you walked with your latest conquest as he so eloquently put it, conversation flowing, “I got cheated on once, it fucking sucks” You both laughed at the obvious statement “I thought we were going steady and she got bored” he shrugged, “it was a while ago, but it definitely messed with my head” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, it brought him comfort and you as well. 

“You know what’s fucking hilarious though? I was planning on breaking up with him…ok don’t judge me” you laughed, “but I just stayed with him because it was easier to stay in a mediocre relationship than actually fight for my happiness…plus he had a hot tub” you felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t judge you, his face remained the same, attentive.

Bucky took your hand and kissed each one of your knuckles “I got a really nice bathtub” he murmured into your skin with a smirk, your heart fluttered to what he implied so you jumped and kissed his cheek, holding onto his arm for dear life, content with how the day turned out.

4:38 AM

After smoking yet another joint together you were now straddling your dancer’s lap on his bathtub “It really is a nice bathtub” You grinned between kisses and he laughed, his hands roaming your soft skin under your clothes, you were heaven on earth he kept thinking, he was about to kiss you again but was interrupted by your phone ringing, which made both of you sigh in frustration.

You knew who it was, Jake had been calling over and over for the last 20 minutes and Bucky had enough of the bastard, “Answer him” he ordered, to which you raised an eyebrow “I- can’t I- seriously?” you say almost shocked “You know what you wanna say to him, so say it” he encouraged with a soft smile.

Without thinking twice you pick up, “Finally! what took you so long to pick up?” Jake barks, you have the phone on speaker so Bucky could listen, and he already hated how the jerk talked to you, making him grip your waist with possessiveness.

“What do you want?” you ask almost uninterested, “Baby please forgive me” he cries as if you could ever believe anything he said to you, “I’m so so fucking sorry, what else do you want me to say?!”, to that you let out an unamused laugh “just stop fucking saying you’re sorry, time to put on your big boy pants and take responsibility” you snark, which oddly, turns on bucky beyond belief.

Like a magnet, his lips start leaving love bites on your neck, making you gulp, “Babe let’s be honest, in a month you’ll be begging me to get back together, we both know you need someone to take care of you, you can’t be alone, you need me” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and then you really were done with his bullshit.

“Listen closely you fucktard, stop saying you’re sorry, stop begging me to forgive you, you were a waste of my time and the only reason I didn’t break up with you sooner was because it was convenient for me to stay with your sorry ass” you bark.

You could keep going but now Bucky was humming against your pulse, finding it incredibly hot how you stood up for yourself, he peppered you with hot open kisses that made your mind even fuzzier than the weed, “And I can take care of myself ass” you hiss in delight, it was meant to be an insult but Bucky was making you feel so good…

“Fucking drop that call”, bucky growled into your neck loud enough to be heard over the phone, then sunk his teeth into your soft skin, making you moan, unintentionally into the phone, before dropping it and gripping Bucky’s hair for support as you rubbed against the bulge on his pants “Fuck I can’t wait to make you mine” he moaned, dreaming of all the possibilities, of everything he wanted to do with and to you.

Despite the chills you felt down your spine, despite feeling exactly the same way, you laugh, “Honey… do you think it’s gonna be that easy?” you coo, drunk in power, you devour his perfect pink lips.

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𝔩𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔥: 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤

𓆙 crazy! lilith! reader x eddie

𓆙 same au as this that will now be referred to as the lilith au

𓆙 summary: the beginning of how eddie met lilith. based on this ask from @serasvictoria “Loved Lilith crazy reader (so good!) and I’d like to read about the moment where Eddie first went “fuck, I’m into this.”” hope i did you proud 🥹💋 i like to think eddie met her and couldn’t stop thinking about her.

𓆙 tw: 18 + only, smut p in v unprotected, violence, blood, demon themes, soul mates connecting. nicknames, weed, drinking mentioned. both eddie and reader are over 18. Billy makes an appearance 🙄

𓆙 3.9k words

The bar stunk like it always did. BO seeping out from the uniforms of the guys fresh from their shift at the plant mixed with spilled keg beer. The stench wafted through the dank air creating a reeking stench that was custom for the Hideout, keeping the well lined pockets of Hawkins rich away from the hole-in-the-wall bar. 

Eddie was in a mood tonight, and his friends could feel it. By nature, he was accustomed to breaking up fights with the drunks, offering whatever asshole with a clenched fist a joint if they would just leave it be. The Hideout was like a home to him, and he hated any sort of disturbance to the small peace the shitty bar had to offer. 

But tonight? He didn’t know he would be the one to start a fight, especially not after seeing you walk through the front doors. 

He had seen you there before. Always dressed like you deserved to be somewhere better, somewhere that didn’t smell like armpits and unwashed balls. Lips painted in a deep color but from the shitty lighting he never could tell if it was purple or black. 

He watched from a distance as you shrugged off one piss drunk guy after another, each leaving with their tails tucked between their legs, muttering shit like crazy bitch, she’s fucking insane did’ya hear what she said to me? Eddie stood by and laughed, admiring the mysterious girl who wouldn’t give anyone a chance. 

Setting up equipment last week Eddie’s eyes were trained on the time, having it down to a science on when you’d show up, and there you were. Rolling your eyes to the catcalls from the old timers and going straight to the bar, a glinted smile on your lips as you purred your order, one he had already memorized from watching you show up week after week. Eddie leaned back and hollered to Jeff, asking if he knew who you were. 

Jeff said what he thought your name was, claiming you worked with his sister at the Hideaway, the diner that served beer and home style food, you were a senior maybe? But neither of them had seen you around before. 

You were a mystery to him, and he was hooked. He looked for you in classes, down the orange and green brick painted hallways. Fuck, he even went to the Hideaway but could never find you there. It was almost as if you only existed in his dreams or at the Hideout. 

Corroded Coffin wasn’t performing tonight, instead the four guys leaned over the sticky table in the back corner, their table, tossing quarters into a shot glass and shooting the shit. Well three of the four were having a good time, the other was quiet, brooding behind dark eyes. 

You had walked in like you always did, 10 o’clock on the dot, only this time you weren’t alone. 

Billy Hargrove? Really? 

Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes, how fucking cliche could you be? Finding the first swinging dick in Hawkins with a loud car and immediately going on a date with him. Eddie was disgusted, but more so, jealous. 

Hours ticked by, and beer after beer, one gut rot shot after another, Eddie’s jealousy brewed into pure hatred. His dark eyes bored into you, but you didn’t even notice. 

He hated you. Hated your stupid smile, the way you kept giggling at Billy’s jokes. just wait til you see him naked, sweetheart, the laughing won’t stop there, he thought to himself. 

Loathing the way your black painted nails curled into Billy’s denim jacket, no doubt he probably fed you a line about how he works out. Eddie’s eyes roll back again and he breathes heavily through his nose, sucking the last shot of whiskey through his teeth, letting the bitter taste melt on his tongue and burn with each fiery drop down his throat. 

Trying to keep himself busy, he finds himself flicking open his switchblade, pressing the top of the blade into the black leather cushion, wishing it was Billy’s neck instead. He can’t hear what anyone is saying behind him, didn’t even notice that Gareth was talking about learning a new song. His full attention was on you. 

Billy gets up from his bar stool, the noise from the drag of the legs on the floor scratches against Eddie’s skin, adding insult to injury. He shoots you a wink and makes his way to the back towards the bathroom. 

Watching him disappear into the dark lit corner, Eddie stands on wobblier legs than he would have liked. Boots heavy and clunky as he stalks his way over to you. Not at all knowing what he was going to do or say, going on pure adrenaline. 

Your perfume hits him first, a warm note of vanilla mixed with a tobacco hint of camels. The red top you’re wearing is cut low, showcasing your pretty neck and plunging deep into the cleavage of your tits. A black leather jacket sits on your shoulders, the zippers shining with the warm light. 

Your eyelashes bat at him as he approaches your table, but you still don’t look his way, and he stands next to you like he’s known you for years, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. 

“I’ll take another one of these,” you say, pushing your empty glass towards him with your middle finger, “make it a strong one.” 

“I don’t work here,” Eddie scoffs, moving your drink out of his way and placing an arm on the back of your chair, glaring down at you “but you already knew that.” 

The air shifts when you look up at him, it’s heavier, thicker than peanut butter, and you almost choke at the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. 

“What makes you think I would know that?” 

Eddie shifts, the liquor on his breath is spicy and warm. 

“Because I've seen you here before, and not once have you ordered a drink from me.” 

A wicked grin coaxes its way to your lips and you cross your legs, the toe of your high heel touching Eddie’s knee, and you lean your elbow on the table closer into him. 

“Stalking me big boy?” 

“And if I was?” his voice is low, the ends of his hair sway as he dips into your space, eyes never leaving yours, making sure he was all you could see as he whispers, “something tells me you wouldn’t mind that.”

The toe of your shoe grazes his inner thigh and the tip of something hard, making the corner of your lip tease up as you pluck the stem of the cherry from your empty drink. Bringing it to your mouth, you never stop looking into his eyes, and his haven’t left yours either. 

The flesh of the cherry breached your lips and you lick the bottom of it, humming at the taste of the grenadine and sour whiskey on your tongue, finally biting the cherry, you toss the stem behind you. Chewing softly on the sugary fruit and leaning back, Eddie’s eyes taking you in. 

His ringed hand crawls up your stocking clad thigh, circling your soft skin, rubbing at the hem of your skirt. 

“am I right, sweetheart?” 

He doesn’t need you to say he’s correct because he already knows, your eyes speak for you, a dark glint to them, dripping with want, and he wouldn’t doubt if you were to open your legs that your panties would wet with a sweet heat he desperately needed to taste. 

“You’re pretty cocky for a guy who’s been staring at me for months but has never said a word until tonight.” 

It's Eddie's turn for silence when your pretty nails reach out to trace the handcuffs on his belt, shifting your legs so the left is now crossed over the right, each taking more and more from one another waiting for the first to break. 

“Why tonight? hmm?” your nails rubbing against the metal and leather, thumb grazing his zippered crotch, getting a devil hint of what he has hiding beneath. “Didn’t like seeing me with someone else? Already putting your claim on me, huh?” 

He didn’t need to answer because you already knew. 

The first time you laid eyes on him he was playing the solo to Master of Puppets, the cold air seeped into your bones from your walk from the Hideaway, and you needed a drink after your shitty shift.

Your eyes met and it was instant, a primal heat that drew you in and kept you coming back, waiting impatiently. Watching from afar calculating his moves, the way he held himself so confidently, his lithe muscles rippling when carrying band equipment from the stage. The way his throat vibrated when he sang, the quick jerk of his fingers as they strummed each key. How sweaty his hair would get after his set, shit you were infatuated. 

He dips low to you again, a hand landing on your hip, sending shivers to your spine. 

“You’re lost, sweetheart.” 

Confused, you look up at him, quirking an eyebrow, challenging him, “lost?” 

His fingers squeeze gently at your hip, his other hand moving your chin so you can look at him directly, his thumb moving over your bottom lip, pulling it down and almost groaning as it pops back into place against your teeth, “yeah, you’re supposed to be with me.” 

“Well well, if it isn’t the freak caught with his hands in the cookie jar.” 

Neither of you look at Billy, the heat between you still strong, sweltering. 

“Hargrove,” Eddie greets, eyes never leaving yours, “thanks man.” 

Billy shoots you a look, fists clenched, “for what?” 

Eddie stands up straight, hands leaving you to retreat into his jacket pocket, angling his shoulders back, “bringing my girl to me, seriously, I owe you.” 

Billy smirks and chuckles, “your girl huh?” 

“I didn’t stutter.” 

Eddie dogged the first swing, ducking and jabbing a brass knuckled fist into Billy’s stomach, sending him backwards into a table behind him, peanuts and beer spray up across the bar.  

Stalking towards Billy, the shine of Eddie’s brass knuckles gleam against his fist, matching the shine of the wink he shoots you, and he’s caught off guard when you re-cross your legs and lick your top lip, hooded eyelids flashing him a sinful look of lust. 

He chuckles at the sight of you, how you’re not afraid of him, how you didn’t run, the way you look like you’re almost enjoying this. Fuck.

Billy’s boot kicks Eddie square in the jaw, blooding up his bottom lip, sending him tumbling back a few steps, giving Billy the upper hand. 

Neither of them expect what comes next. Eddie didn’t notice you get up, planting your heels on the ground and grabbing the bar stool by the legs. He only heard the thud of Billy falling to the ground and the crack of splintered wood teetering across the ground, the remaining pieces of the stool tossed to your feet. 

Heels echoing across the floor, you tiptoe around the wood kneeling down to grab Billy’s blond hair between your fingers, twisting as his head raises from the floor. 

“Date’s over,” your voice is sweet with each word, almost pleasant in the delivery, “understand?” 

“Fucking crazy bitch,” Billy spits. 

The whip of a knife whizzes past your ear, catching on the meat of Billy’s hand, nailing him to the floor. 

Billy gasps and grunts mumbling shit under his breath. 

Turning your head you look up at the dark haired metalhead. His eyes are darker than they were all night, a twitch formed in one of his eyelids. The blood dripping from his chin was sticky against his pale skin. To anyone else in the bar he looked deranged, like a demon straight from hell here in a human form, but to you? He looked like a God, a fucking King. 

The look in his eyes caused a pool to form between your legs, the black veil of iniquity clouded your vision, a certain wickedness emitted from him and you were drawn to it like a magnet.

He stomps to both you and Billy, bending down he reaches a hand over your back, grabbing ahold of your hip, making you stand up with him. 

“Wrong answer.” Eddie grunts, his boot shoving the blade in further. 

He’s taller than you expected him to be, his broad shoulders are rolled back and he peers down at you, a dimpled smirk on his lips. 

Standing on tiptoes, you reach up to his face. His strong jaw ripples between clenched teeth under your fingers. Rubbing the cut on his bottom lip with your thumb, he doesn’t flinch, only breathes heavy when you smear the blood around, and pop it into your mouth. The devil’s smile on your lips as you hum around your thumb, the acidic burnt taste of his blood on your tongue.

He groans, squeezing your hips in his big hands, bringing you into him, his stiff cock pressed heavy against your middle. 

“Wanna get outta here?” your fingers walk up against his chest, fingernails scratching down until they land on his belt, lightly yanking the leather towards you.

“Your place or mine?” His voice is low, hungry. 

“I’m not picky.” 

“didn’t think you were, c’mon sweetheart.” 

Eddie grabs your hand and drags you through the front door, your laugh fills the night air, taking away any chill from it, your bodies serving as heaters.  He opens the drivers door of his van and you get in climbing over the center console. 

He climbs in behind you, almost choking when you throw a leg back over and sit firmly in his lap. 

“Fuck.” 

Your fingers work to the collar of his shirt, ripping it down the center, showing off his pretty porcelain skin etched with scrawls of a demon-like face and a black widow on his chest, heaving as he tries not to blow his load right there and then. 

Eyes rake over him, followed by the scratch of your nails, he hisses and groans as your lips attach to his neck, licking sweet and warm under his ear, “about time you talked to me..” 

Your hips move against him, his hands burning into the fabric of your skirt and lifting slightly, thumbs searing into your thighs, “looks like you just needed to get jealous, hmm?” 

Eddie’s hands work your jacket from your shoulders, groaning as the neon light from the bar hits you, illuminating the delicate skin of your shoulders, and the tight strap from your bra, he moans and yanks you forward, hands full on your breasts as his fingers roll against your nipples. His lips perched to the column of your throat. Your moans filling the van when his tongue salves across your throat, working a hickey into your neck, “that’s what I thought big boy, mmm, you’re easy to read.”

His dick kicks up when the pad of his thumb hits a steel ball on either side of your nipples, and he bites hard into your neck, causing you to yelp and moan, enjoying the pleasured pain. 

“course I was jealous,” Eddie groans against your skin, working his tongue along his teeth marks, “fuckin’ look at you, goddamn devil woman.” 

Your hand works to his jaw, wrapping closed around his throat and shoving him back hard into the seat. Nose to nose with him, your tongue darting out to catch the flesh of his lip, whispering hot against his mouth as you press your wet cunt down into him, “you like that? The evil inside of me?” 

His hand wraps around your throat, large rings cutting into your skin, pressing hard against the bite he put into your neck. Eyes rolling to white you hum a moan so pretty against his hand his dick kicks up again, straining beneath the denim. 

He brings you close to him, lips ghosting over your own, “Like isn’t the right word.” 

His lips crash into yours, a mix of blood, spit and clashing teeth. It’s primal, the way your mouths work together, licking, sucking, lapping at one another, hungry for more. 

Your hands move feverishly against his belt, and his fingers waist no time shoving your skirt up higher, showing off the sheen from your pussy lips, slick and bare, no panties. 

He groans when his fingers push past your puffy lips and circle your clit, trying to suck him in where you need him most. 

“Fuck,” he chuckles, “you’re fucking soaked, Eddie get you all worked up?” 

“Is that your name?” you quip, working his velvet thick cock from his jeans, spitting on the tip and rubbing it around with your thumb, you wrap your fingers around his shaft pumping him once, “looked more like a Diablo,” your hand works him again, “Lucifer…” you push his head through your slick folds, sinking down enough that the head of his cock disappears, “.. or daddy to me.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes back into his head, biting his fist, and moaning loud, “fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” 

You tut between your teeth, “not tonight, tonight you’re mine.” 

Your full weight drops down onto his cock and you sigh a moan the same time Eddie groans and squeezes his eyes shut, and you take a second to catch your breath before you adjust yourself so you can circle your hips. your nails press into his chest again, leaving scarlet marks in your wake, his skin pulled from itself and under your fingers, and he can’t get enough, 

The buckles on your bra straps are plucked like dandelion heads against the cup, threads frayed under Eddie's hands as your tits bounce from their confinements, pretty piercings glinting in the neon lights. 

“Tell me,” you groan, your own hands pushing your tits together and biting your lip from the pure ecstasy that’s laced into Eddie’s cock, “tell me how good this is.” 

“Fuck look at you, taking me so fuckin’ deep.” his thumb circles your clit as his hips buck up into you, eliciting more pretty moans that rattle the windows in the van, matching his grunts and sweat-stuck bangs. “should have, mm yeah shit just like that, fuck! don’t stop, scooped you up the first night I saw you.” 

He wasn’t like the other lame dicks in Hawkins, this one seemed different, better. You knew from the moment you saw him that he could keep up with you, wouldn’t be turned away from your demon lust or the darkness that permeated through your skin. Just as Billy had said, this guy was a freak. Like you. 

Eddie lifts you up and turns, slamming you into the seat so your face is pressed against the warm leather, ass angled up, pussy split open and weeping from his cock. 

He works his dick between your folds, relishing in the way you try to suck him in greedily, chuckling as you pout and scowl when he teases you some more. 

“what’s the matter pretty girl? You don’t like being teased?” 

“no,” you whine as he does it again, laughing at your eager pussy and desperate cries. A hand lands hard on the fat of your ass and you jump under his hand, moaning and pushing yourself back into him, “more, fuck, please.”

That’s all Eddie needed to hear before he’s deep inside you again, your gummy walls clenching around him as he bottoms out, His large hand printed on your skin. “fuck you’re nasty, such a dirty slut aren’t ya?” 

“yes, fuck.” your tongue licks the leather seat, eyes looking back to see the blackness cloud Eddie’s eyes and for a split second you swore there were horns on his head. 

He pumps into you faster, met by your hand circling your clit, he leans forward to suck into your shoulder blade, licking up the back of your neck, whispering into your ear as his hips jack knife into you, “come for me, fuckin’ come for daddy.” 

Wet floods your fingers and heat coils in your belly as your orgasm spreads, the back of Eddie’s seat has moon shaped indents on the left side as you claw into it, moaning against it. 

His fingers are grabbing you hard enough it will leave bruises on your hips, he grunts into you, working you through your leg shaking high. “Did so good for me, yeah you like this cock? gripping me like a fuckin’ vice honey, ’m gonna come, where you want me?” 

You twist beneath him, facing him to see his sweaty chest, hair sticking to his neck in places, dark eyes gleaming in a lust infused state of bliss, fat cock red and swollen. The demon of your dreams. 

The makeup on your eyes were smudged from sweat and your face grinding into the seat, you lick your lips and eye the pre cum on his cock, your slick soaking his length, coating the course hair at the base. “I wanna know how we taste.” 

Eddie groans, grabbing your waist roughly and adjusting you both carelessly to the back, shoulders knocking into the seats and whatever other bullshit was tossed into the void. 

He kisses you harsh, fingers tweezed around your nipple piercing, groaning at your little moans as you bite his split lip and shove him onto his back. Peering down at him with soulless eyes you work your way down his body, tangling yourself in between his legs, you wrap your lips around his fat length. 

The heady taste of your arousal and the brine of his precum mix on your tongue, marrying into a profound taste that could only be described as heaven and hell. 

His hips wiggle beneath you, desperate for more of your mouth, you giggle before swallowing him into your throat in one single move, working your hands up and down his shaft, in tandem with your swirling tongue. 

Groans replace your desperate moans from earlier, lewd sounds streak up the fogged fucked windows of the van, and it’s not long before Eddie is spilling into your mouth, muttering nonsense. 

You suck him clean, and he hisses at your wicked tongue lapping around him. 

“Fuck Lilith,” Eddie groans, sleepy little smile on his lips as he pulls you into his sweaty chest, skin to skin, “you’re out of this world.” 

You quirk a brow and push his bangs back from his forehead, “that’s not my name, Eddie.” 

“it should be,” he grins down at you, moving your neck to plant a kiss behind your ear, “it’s a variation of the Mother goddess of all demons… and after what we just did, fuck.” he grunts, squeezing your bare thigh and hoisting you higher up to him, “satan himself couldn’t tear you away from me.” 

A wicked grin paints your lips, and you surprise yourself when you push them into Eddie’s, fingers wrapped tight around his neck. 

Eddie was wrong, you weren’t lost, just missing a piece to your puzzle, needing someone to delve into the darkest part of your mind, to be enthused by your antics, applauding your wickedness. and that someone, was found at a smelly dive bar. Him. 

Ave Satani

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[pattypanini]

Danny Wagner x Reader

Hard Strokes

Summary: The bar cart girl at Danny's routine golf course grabs his attention during a frustrating game, but could a date by the pool relax him?

Word Count: 3k

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A/N: Hi everyone! Here is @mar-rein12 and I's first one shot. This was a fun one to write after writing the series for so long. We will continue to write LAYLOM and one shots. If you have any ideas let us know. Please enjoy our first one shot, Hard Strokes.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), DANNYS NOSE 🤤

Danny’s POV

Fuck. You were playing like shit today. You throw your golf club into the luscious green, yet again in anger. As if it couldn't get any worse, the hot bar cart girl drives past for the 5th time today. She’s probably judging you for your shitty playing. You were only on hole 8 and were almost into the 50s.

It was a hot one today, considering it was mid-July. Your sunglasses slipping off your face, everytime you look down to line up the ball with your club. You could feel the sunburn on your tanned cheeks and sweat penetrating through your white golf shirt. You feel impossibly gross mixed with the anger of your horrible performance. Only 10 more holes to go. 

You sigh and swing at the ball again, of course missing. You double over, hands on your knees and take a deep breath. You are about to call it quits until she pulls up to you. 

“Hey!” She says enthusiastically, with the brightest smile on her freckled face. You whip around to face her, to see her sitting there in the golf cart staring, patiently waiting for a response. 

“Hey.” You say, a little pissy. You take the opportunity to take her in. She was dressed in a little white, pleated tennis skirt with a pink polo tank top. Her hair was put up into a slicked back ponytail, sticking out of her Titleist visor. Despite the heat, she still managed to look so perfect and put together. 

“How about a drink? It’s scorching out today, you look like you need a refresher,” she winks at you, grabbing a beer out of the cooler and shaking it in your direction. 

“Nah, I don’t deserve it,” you chuckle a little, in self-pity. 

“Oh come on, treat yourself! I’ll drink one with you, if that will make you feel better.” She smiles sweetly, and you can’t help but give in. 

“Ugh, okay. You’ve convinced me.” You tease her reaching for your wallet. “I’ll have two beers. What kind you got?” 

“PBR and corona.”

“I’ll take the two PBR.”She reaches into the cooler and grabs them. Her ass sticking out of her skimpy skirt, as she reaches over to the passenger side of the cart. 

“That’ll be $9.” She hands them over to you, as you hand her a twenty dollar bill with your empty hand. 

“Thank you, here you take this one.” You hand her the one beer, she reluctantly takes it back. Her fingertips grazing the back of your hand. 

“A-are you sure?” She says as she takes it out of your grip.

“1000%, also, just keep the change.”  She stares back at you in silence. You crack open your can, taking a large sip. You turn to walk back to your golf cart when you hear her voice again.

“Wait… I didn’t catch your name!” Oh her sweet, innocent voice. You turn back around to face her. 

“Uh, I’m Danny. What's your name?” 

“I’m Y/n.” She shoots you a big smile, showing off her perfectly straight white teeth. 

You smirk at her, “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” When you finish that sentence, you notice her cheeks flush. You find it quite amusing how easily you’re affecting her. 

“Oh, thank you. You have a nice name too. I’ve definitely seen you around before, you come a lot?” She cracks her own beer open, taking a sip of it. 

“Yeah, I’m here every weekend.” You stop talking and there's a moment of silence, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of golf balls being hit in the distance. 

“Um… my shift is actually almost over,” she looks done at the apple watch adorning her wrist and then looking back up at you. “ Do you want to meet me at the clubhouse at 3? Grab a little something for lunch?”

You give her a warm smile, “Yeah, yes. I’d, um, I’d love to! It's probably about time I wrap it up anyway, I’m playing like shit today.” She giggles a little and you feel warmth spread throughout your chest, and noticeably feel your heart rate quicken. What a beautiful noise.

“Ok sounds good! I’ll see you then!” She hits you with a wink, and drives off toward a small group of older men. 

You stand there in shock at the previous interaction, shaking your head trying to rid the thoughts plaguing your mind. She was gorgeous. 

You turn back around to your cart and drive over to the next hole. 

—

The next 30 minutes go exactly how you expect, horrible. You end up not finishing the game because you were just so fed up with yourself. It’s been a while since you’ve played this bad. It was almost three o’clock anyway, so you would soon be meeting up with Y/n. You hop onto the golf cart and whip over to the clubhouse. You know she is there already because a golf cart with a light pink steering wheel cover is sitting outside. 

You smile to yourself just thinking about her. You jump off the cart and slip into the main entrance of the clubhouse, walking down the hall to the restaurant area. You turn the corner and see her sitting at a two top, talking to some elderly men at another table. You halt your steps, taking a moment to admire the radiant smile on her face. You’re sure you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. And she invited you to lunch? 

She hears footsteps behind her, whipping her head around, her silky, shiny ponytail flowing along. “Danny! I’m so happy you came! How did the rest of your game go?” She smiles brightly at you, almost in awe.

You cringe a little thinking back to how you were playing earlier. “Eh, I didn't really finish. It’s hot as fuck out there.” You hope she doesn’t catch your white lie. “Besides, I needed to get lunch with you.” Now, that you were being truthful about.

You watch her eyes light up, a nervous giggle escaping from her plump lips. “Yeah, haha. Wanna order some food?”

“Yes, I’m starving.”

—

After you both order your food, you getting a burger and her getting a salad, you realize you’re getting lost in conversation with her. Y/n is very easy to talk to, and she is really funny. Throughout the next hour, there's multiple times you almost spit out your beer or choke on your burger. When you both finish up your meals, you are saddened by the fact you inevitably have to part ways.

“Y/n, I really enjoy talking to you.” You admit to her, a blush forming across both of your cheeks. 

“I like talking to you too Danny,” She says back to you, her lips curling into a beautiful grin. You watch her hesitate for a second before she opens her mouth again, “Did you want to come back to my house? My house is right over there by the tree line.” She points over her shoulder. 

You contemplate for a second, no doubt knowing how this night was going to end if you did go over there. “Are you sure? I-I don’t want to intrude.” Of course, you wanted to go over there. You just didn’t want to seem too eager. 

“No, no you wouldn’t be intruding at all. I want you to come over.” She gives you the cutest little wink and you can’t help but cave.

“Ok, then! Let's go.” You reach your hand out for her to grasp and she accepts. “Let me just pay the bill, Y/n.” 

“Oh no need. Aaron’s got me.” She looks over to the kitchen area. Aaron, the head chef, sticks his head out the door to wave. She smiles and waves back. You quickly run ahead of her pulling the door open for her. You both hop on the golf cart and she drives you back the trail to the houses that are located on the golf course. 

The feeling of the air breezing through your hair was refreshing from the hot day you just had. She pulls into her driveway, putting the cart in park. It was a very secluded area despite being in the same area as other houses. The house was lined with trees and gates, giving her lots of privacy.

“This is a really nice place y/n. Is it a lot to live on a golf course?” You hop out of the passenger seat, being able to get a better view of her beautiful house and the landscaping. 

“I have no idea, I don’t pay for it. Some random man does. In exchange, I go to his Christmas Eve parties as his ‘girlfriend.’” She says laughing. 

“Oh, really?” You say trying to not sound judgemental, but you can’t stop your face from contorting into a surprised expression. 

“No, my dad owns the place so it's daddy’s money you could say.” She says grabbing her keys to unlock the door. She opens the door and you are met with a stunning interior. She drops her bag and turns to you.

“Do you wanna go for a swim? I have a pool out back. Come on, follow me.” She starts walking to the sliding door. She opens it, stepping outside. The backyard landscaping is just as incredible as the front. Large rocks are placed as stairs leading down to a garden with flowers and vegetables. A huge underground kidney-shaped pool is placed right in the middle of the yard. Why does one girl need such a big pool? 

As you follow her down the stairs you realize you're missing something. “Um, I actually don’t have swim shorts…”. You hate to kill the mood. Hell, you’d do anything to see the girl in a bikini. 

“And…” She stares at you with a blank face. “Who said we were gonna wear them anyway?” She takes a few steps toward you. “I mean, unless you would rather me be in a bathing suit.” She says pulling on the collar of your shirt. You can’t help but shake your head anxiously. You feel your cheeks start to blush and you’re hoping she doesn’t notice.

“No, no, no bathing suits are fine with me.” A smile appears across her face again. Her hands go down to the bottom of your shirt and begin to pull it up. You help her finish her action and pull it all the way off. “Wow Danny, if I knew you were hiding that under there this whole time I would have invited you sooner.”

Your eyes widen at her words. Usually, you were the one to make the first move, but her dominance was making you shy. You wanted to impress her, to make her want you. You gulp from the nerves. 

“Don’t be shy Danny, can you help me undress now?” You obey her immediately. You kneel down in front of her, moving her foot to place it on your knee. Feeling a little bold you lean down and kiss her leg softly before untying her shoe and slipping them off her feet. You pull her skirt down and bring her shirt over her head. You take a step back to look at her in her white bra and panties. She’s so gorgeous. 

“That's no fair Danny, I can’t be the only one in my undies.” You begin to kick off your shoes and socks and before you can get to your pants she kneels in front of you. She slowly pulls them down, leaving you in only your boxers. As she goes for your boxers, she leans forward and places a soft kiss onto your noticeable bulge, making you twitch beneath her. She notices and continues to pull your boxers all the way down. 

“Now your turn, y/n.” You say looking down to her. Before she can let you, she runs and jumps into the pool. She emerges from under the water, her head bobbing just above the clear water. 

“The water is so refreshing,” she says, pulling herself up to sit on the pool ledge. “I’m waiting for you Danny, you better come join me.” You look over her body and see her wet see-through undergarments, revealing everything you wanted to see so badly. You wanted everything off so badly. 

You smirk and drop yourself into the pool and swim over to her. You brush your hair out of your face and slot yourself between her legs in the shallow end. You feel desperate but your hands immediately slide into her thighs and around her waist towards her bra. You feel around and quickly unclasp it. You hear a gasp come from her.

“Daniel, when did you learn to do that? Are you a dirty boy?” She smirks, pulling the bra off her chest.

“I will if you want me to be.” Your hands attach to her thong, that's now clinging to her wet skin, and pull them to the side. Your thumb begins to make small light circles on her clit.

“Take them off, Danny. Please.” She sounds so sweet when she begs. You grab the small piece of fabric and pull them off her.You place your hands on her tanned thighs and peel them apart. You look her up and down, fully admiring every part of her. You take your finger and glide it up her glistening folds. 

“So wet, baby. Fuck.” You bite your lip, as you admire her wetness. 

“Maybe it was from the pool.” She says in a sarcastic tone.

“I can tell the difference, baby.” You lower your face to be level with her cunt. You feel her hands wrap into your wet hair, pulling your face to bury it in her pussy. You feel her pussy grind onto your face, but not just your mouth.

“Put that nose of yours to use Danny, big noses are good for many things.” You were taken aback, but weren’t going to withhold that from her. 

You tilt your head down, pressing your nose up and down into her clit and dart your tongue into her pussy. She was a mess above you. Her hands are clenched hard around your curls, moans and curses flying from her lips. 

You break away for a moment, “All this from just my nose, are you going to be able to handle my cock baby?”

“I need it now, please Danny.” She practically whimpers out. You turn her around so her stomach is flat against the warm concrete, her ass up in the air. Her round ass being directly in your face, is the perfect opportunity to give her a nice smack upon it. She yelps after the blow, followed by the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard. The sound alone makes you want to cum. You take a step up onto the embedded ledge underneath the water, to get a better angle. 

You lean down to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready for me, darling?” She presses her ass up against your hips, giving you the answer to your question. You line yourself up with her entrance and push slowly into her, filling up all of her small pussy. You reach forward grabbing a chunk of her hair. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I love the way it feels around my cock. Go ahead baby, squeeze around it won’t ya?” You feel her clench her muscles, and it fuels you to start fucking into her. You start off slow, not wanting to hurt her or surpass her limits. 

“Danny, don’t hold back. I know you want to let loose on me, I promise I can take it.” That's all the encouragement you need to go harder. As you pick up the pace, the water beneath you begins to splash  all up on your stomach and her back. 

“It’s almost like you knew I like it wet.” You tease her as you continue your assault on her pussy. 

“I can make it wetter if you can fuck me right.” She says as she looks back at you.

Your eyebrows raise and you release her hair. You take your right leg up onto the side of the pool to get a better angle, fucking her harder and deeper than before. She begins to claw at the concrete beneath, trying to hold onto whatever she could. 

“Harder.” She yells out. You don’t hold back and slam yourself into her. You can hear the skin to skin echo into the air. The water sloshing around you even more now, threatening to escape the pool. 

“Danny… oh, fuck. You feel so good. You fill me up so much. I wish I could take another one of you at the same time.” 

God, you're so close. She’s pushing you close to the edge. “I’m gonna cum baby, you want me to pull out?”

“No, fill me up. I want it leaking out of me into the pool. I’m so close” With that you cum hard inside of her. You watch as it starts to seep out of her, so you fuck it back in with a few more thrusts. “Oh god Danny I’m cumming keep going daddy.” You ride out your climax and fuck her hard now pushing her over her edge. You feel her clench around you hard, followed by many moans. 

You pull out, sitting down on the ledge in the pool you just fucked her on. Breathing heavy you both take a moment to catch your breath. Y/n turns her body around to sit up and brings you into a kiss. “You should come over more often Danny.” She says with a giggle.

“Danny? If I recall you just called me something else.” A huge smile spreads across your face. 

“Oh shut up, Daddy is close enough to Danny.”

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[anadelaney79]

Sorry

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Words: 1900

Warnings: Masturbation. Fingering. Cursing. Sex (p in v). I don't know what else, I'm really bad at warnings.

A/N: This is my first time writing Syverson and I feel really insecure about it, but I enjoyed doing it very much so, that's all that matters, right? As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Sorry

You walk downstairs barefoot and throw your shoes on the floor as soon as you reach the living room. Sy is sitting on the couch, staring at the screen, legs wide open, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands frantically clenching the buttons on the joystick. "Mike! don't get distracted! We just lost.." he tells to his son, visibly upset. Right at that moment, your son turns to look at you and opens his mouth in surprise. "Mom! You look beautiful!". Sy turns to you too and his gaze meets yours. His jaw clenches and his eyes trail down your body from your face, down your neck, your breasts, and stops at the slit in your dress. He tosses the joystick aside and a deep sigh rumbled in his chest. "That dress? Really?", he tells you, standing up.

You are wearing his favourite dress, but you don't look at him. You are still angry. Very angry. That's why you are wearing that dress.

You bend down to put on one of your sandals, taking special care that your cleavage is exposed to him.

"Dinner's in the fridge, you just have to heat it up." You say as you begin to put on the other shoe. Sy grabs you by the waist, preventing you from losing your balance. The mere contact of his huge hands on your body forces you to close your eyes, to control those impulses that tells you to kiss him furiously and forget about everything.

Not this time. This time he acted like a jerk. Well, maybe not that much, but you're really mad, and you don't want to give in.

You straighten up and remove his hand from your body. "Thanks, I'm fine" you say, with the firmest voice you can find inside your chest.

"Come on, sugar, don't be so hard on me" he whispers, lowering his head to look you in the eyes. His fingers gently caress your jaw and you close your eyelids. The horn of your friends' car sounds outside and you come back to reality, forcing yourself to get out of there.

"I'll be back late. Don't wait up for me. Mike, remember to brush your teeth" you tell your son as you grab your bag and open the front door. You walk through the doorway feeling Sy's eyes burning on your back, but you don't turn around.

"No kiss goodbye? It usually takes about 10 minutes for you two to get your mouths off each other while I wait for you in the car" your friend tells you, laughing. "Start the car, I'll tell you on the way".

...

It's late, and the place is crowded, dark and very noisy. Too noisy. The colorful lights are hurting your eyes. You're not used to these kinds of places anymore. You approach to the bar and ask the bartender for a beer. "Beer? Honey, you can do better than that" he tells you, winking at you. He starts making a drink by mixing the content of some bottles that you would never know what they are. "Just give me a beer, I don't usually drink stuff like that" you tell him. "You should. You deserve to drink something that goes with you. You are too much for a simple beer." You roll your eyes and sigh. Shit. You don't feel like the bartender flirting with you. You don't feel like anyone flirting with you.

The thing is that you would like to be at home, in the comfort of your bed, with your head resting on Sy's chest, firm and warm, listening to his agitated breathing after making love to you.

You turn your head and search for your friend. You see her, still talking to a guy, laughing like there is not tomorrow.

"What's your name?" the bartender's voice brings you back to reality. "Look, I'll just ask you for a beer, I don't drink things like that and I don't want to start today" you tell him, forcing a smile. "Honey, try this and you'll see. It's my gift to you" he slides the drink looking at you, waiting for you to drink it. You doubt. You don't want to drink it. You do not feel like it. You told him several times that you didn't want it to. "You should learn that the best way to woo a woman is not to make her do something that she doesn't want to do" Sy's voice is heard over the music, above your head. "It's called respect, kid. Give me two beers." The bartender looks at him and looks at you, and you smile at him, shrugging.

However, you don't turn around. You feel Sy's warmth behind you, his back inches from yours. He rests his hands on the bar, caging you, like if he is marking that you are his and no one else's. You look at his hands, enormous, tightened on the wood of the bar. "Where is Mike?" you tell him. "He's at my parent's" he replies. "Why did you come?" you ask. "Because I'm sorry. And I don't know how to prove it to you", his voice is serious. "You don't have to prove it, you have to apologize, as simple as that" you tell him.

Sy rests his forearms on the bar, lowering his body so that his head is level with yours, and whispers in your ear "I'm really sorry".

You feel how your entire spine shakes, and he knows it. He straightens up again as the bartender slides your beers over without a word, looking at both of you as if he's afraid that Sy will hit him. "Thank you" you say as politely as you can, and that's when Sy's torso leans against your back. His hips press against your ass, making you feel his hard erection through the thick fabric of his jeans. "I miss you" he whispers again. "I miss you so fucking much", his voice is so depp that sounds almost animal.

You move your hips, pressing your butt a little more against his cock. "I miss you too" you reply. His lips go down to your neck and kiss your skin softly, shivering. He lowers his mouth to your bare shoulder, biting into it. "Fuck! Sy...", you tell him, and it's not because he hurt you, but because he knows exactly what his teeth on your skin do to you. "If you're going to wear that dress, you have to know that it has consequences, sugar".

You try to turn around, but his hand on your waist doesn't let you do it. "Stay like this" he commands you. One of his hands goes up your thigh, opening his way through the slit on your dress. His fingers slide through the thin fabric of your underwear, quickly sinking into your moisture. "Sy, not here…" you mutter, but you know you don't care. You know you want it. Better than that, you know you need it. "Ush.." is all he says as his fingers trace a circular rhythm over your clit.

You look around. Nobody is watching: there is not enough space for anyone to see what Sy is doing to you there, in front of everyone. You look like a couple that is just waiting for their drinks. "Do you mind if I apologize like this?", he lets out the words between his teeth, very close to your ear, continuing to massage your clit as he only knows how to do it. As you like. As you need. His fingers move from your clitoris, then sliding inside you, then stroking in circles again that wet and excited spot of your body. His tongue tangles in your earlobe, and you feel a wave of pleasure going through you. "Sy, I'm about to… I'm so close..." you try to explain, your breath chopping the words. You can't finish the sentence. An orgasm runs through your entire body, making you tremble all over.

With your orgasm still reverberating through your body, one of Sy's hands comes down and you feel him lift your dress from behind. "Sy, what the…?" His erection pushes and slides between your folds with a simple thrust. "No one will know. I'll be quick, don't worry. I couldn't last long even if I wanted to" he chuckles. He moves smoothly, as he grunts and groans and lets out a few unintelligible curses in your ear, just for you to hear. You tighten your fingers on the bar and look around once more. There is a guy talking to his girlfriend next to you, turning his back on you. On the other side, a group of men tries to talk to a group of women, laughing and yelling. Everyone is too busy doing their thing to notice anything that you both are doing.

The music vibrates around you as you feel Sy's thrusts slowly filling you up. He barely moves his hips, but he reaches deep into your womb over and over again. His hand returns to your crotch, massaging your clit. "I'll make you come with me" he swears, and you know that when Sy makes a promise, he keeps it.

The whole situation turns you on to a level you didn't know existed. Everything starts to spin around you, as if it was dancing to the music. Your legs can hardly support you, immersed in a huge tremor. "Got you" he says as his grip around your waist tightens. "How the fuck... can you be so hot… I love you babe… I want to fuck you forever... in every posible way... I don't think I can ever get enough of you… I want to fill you with my cum..." he says between breaths and moans, as you squeeze around his cock rhythmically, contracting for him, giving him another of your orgasms. "That's it, that's it baby..." he whisper. You rest the back of your head on his chest, and he lowers his to kiss your exposed and vulnerable neck. His fingers tighten around your waist and as his teeth clench fiercely in the curve of your neck he releases himself inside of you, filling you completely with his thick, hot cum.

As he tries to catch his breath, he rests his chin on your neck, occasionally kissing it softly. "That will leave a mark" you tell him. "I know. But don't worry, sugar, it's legal if your husband made it" he replies, and you know he's smiling.

"Did the bartender serve you yet?" asks a boy who has just arrived at the bar. Still inside of you, Sy turns to look at him, and answers "Oh, yes. He's a very kind boy, you don't know how much he helped us."

#syverson x reader #syverson fic #syverson fanfiction #henry cavill smut #syverson smut

[alisonthedeluluisback]

Rating movies about nazi germany I have watched

First of all, I want to make it clear that this isn't a professional review, it's only my opinion

I liked the proposal of the story being centered around a nazi family and the younger boy befriending a jew, but all of that goes down the drain due to the multiple historical inaccuracies: the children learned about nazism very early, so there is no way bruno would have been that innocent. Also, concentration camps wasn't of that much easy access. The appeal to emotion instead of actually building a deep plot also sucks. 5/10

I absolutely adored this movie, the plot is so deep, the construction around the persecution of Liesel's parents, her relationship with her adoptive parents, the brotherhood she had with the jew hiding in their house, her tough but sweet personality, her desire for knowledge. It was all so beautifully orchestrated, and also the historical accuracy>>>>>> 10/10

This movie will always be a classic for me. The way they portrayed nazis as they were, human, vulnerable, with a distorted view of the world but still seeking what they thought was the best. How they went deep down into the life in the bunker, the despair and hopelessness they felt. Also, the way they portrayed Eva Braun>>>> how she tried to sugarcoat everything not to suffer, how she threw parties in the hallway of death, how even in a desperate situation the greatest joy of her life was to marry the terrible man she fell in love with and was blindly loyal too. Everything is so heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time. Also, the historical accuracy is just a delight. 1000/10

This is a true punch in the gut. The terrible way he lost his family, the inhuman life he lived in the guetto, his part in the warsaw guetto riot, how he kept his beautiful talent immaculate till the end, when he lost the love of his life and had to see her married, the hunger, mistreating and fear that were a part of his daily life, his brave survival. Everything about this movie is truly sad. 9/10

I won't even talk much about this one. I start it laughing and finished it on the verge of crying. It is funny, heartbreaking, the perfect mix between comedy and tragedy, the true definition of bittersweetness. 100/10

Following the same road of the last one, there's this piece of art. It had everything to go wrong, but it went beautifully. They made something outrageous turn out funny without being offensive, and yet made a deep, tragic and beautiful story. The underlying romance between that ex-soldier and his assistant, the way jojo changed his mentality gradually, and his absurd view of hitler. It was surprisingly very historically accurate, but Im still confused about: how was jojo not sent to an orphanage after his mother died? How did he survive on his own? Anyways, this was a negative point for me, but still love it. 50/10

Okay, I absolutely love this one, but hate to death how they slipped over such simple aspects, like Hitler's personality. They made him hit a dog when in fact he defended animal's rights, they made him not give a shit about his mom being ill when in fact he loved her dearly. They changed his personality to make him seem even more evil. But, I also have plenty of positive points to talk about. I rarely see movies portraying Hitler's early life the way this one did, and how he ascended gradually to power. I love this miniseries deeply for getting into details about his whole life. They even aborded his abusive relationship with his niece. I can almost forgive the outrageous innacuracy with the characters and the altering of some details (how he earned his iron cross, how he met eva braun, how he treated fuschl), and I love it despite its defects. It also has some iconic scene: the bar fight, the munich beer hall putch, the trial. I wish I could give a 1000/10, but because of its innacuracies im giving it a 500/10

Nazis getting brutally slaughtered. Do I really have to say anything else? Also, Hans Landa>>>>>>>> ∞/10

#ww2 germany #austrian painter #eva braun #geli raubal #ww2 #reichblr #world war 2 #germany #the boy in the striped pajamas #the book thief #the pianist #inglorious basterds #the rise of evil #downfall #jojo rabbit

[blushblushbear]

sorry..... me again...… you can choose to ignore this if you feel like it's too much

(not trying to guilt-trip you, please don't feel pressured

uh maybe... Nimh? Nimh is cute I like Nimh

if you don't feel like doing him, maybe Poe or Anon?

*blows the dust off this ask* oops this one's pretty old

I already did Nimh so Anon and Poe it is

Anon

Okay not to call the scott a drunk

but I'm about to call the scott a drunk

he's not too bad, but he is a little picky about what he will and will not drink

low key judges people for their choice of beers

side eyes people who order basically liquid candy as a drink (for a cocktail at least, he will rot his teeth on mountain dew don't get it twisted)

he mostly does pints but his fav mixed drink is a moscow mule

or a spiked energy beverage

speaking of drinks he always has a crazy amount of them

g-fuel, red bull, monster-- every energy drink type thing you've seen he's probably got

also drinks prime

also mountain dew

a lot of it

I joke about his teeth rotting but in all honesty he takes good care of them

that's the one gamer stereotype he does not fall in town

he's low key germophobic so his apartment and battle station are SPOTLESS

he defo has those touchland hand sanitizers cause he's a boujee bitch

speaking of boujee he's actually p well off

started trading stocks young and did crypto till it tanked

he doesn't like to talk about his crypto days (he was a hard crypto bro at it's peak)

usually his drunk rambles are about crypto

also conspiracy theories

also video games

his parents are decently well off too but he doesn't talk to them much

they don't have a bad relationship but it's definitely one of those 'you see the family only around the holidays' kind of deals

he has a lot of internet buds but I think deep down he's bad at making real connections and actually gets pretty lonely

likes watching animal videos, WOULD NOT get a pet

rarely has people over to his place, took him a while to fully mentally accept having you over

he was determined to get over it though cause he really wanted you around

would never shower with someone cause that just feels unsanitary-- the shower is for CLEANING

would maybe get a snake-- they're pretty clean

once went 3 days without sleeping

actually lost a lot of sleep to stardew valley when it first came out

his farm is AMAZING

loves to troll at video games but not in a run face first into the enemy team and ruin it for everyone kinda way

more a does a 360 no scope on you right when you think you're safe

you mad bro??? lol

sends lots of memes about liking his s/o cause he's really bad at saying how he feels

favorite director is Edgar Wright cause he's a man of taste and culture

regularly cleans and buffs his nails

has at least one to two drinks chilling in every room of the house

really wants to get an ear piercing

really vain about his looks even though he dresses like garbage

just tell him he's handsome, he's legit too proud to beg but he needs that validation

listens to a lot of underground bands and artists

also a lot of djs

owns 15 pairs of headphones

5 have animal ears

showers at least once a day unless he's in a gaming trance

once tried to write you poetry, felt like an idiot, removed all evidence of it's existence and would deny it fully if you ever found out

Poe

Probably not a surprise to anyone but he got bullied a lot in high school

Has been writing poetry since he was 10 and has notebooks full of poems and short stories from over his life

really wants to write some kind of vampire mystery series centered around a brooding poet vampire but also he's bad at writing mysteries

I've sad this before but he's in a book club with Nimh and Cashew

he keeps trying to get them to read romantic novels

Cashew was game until he realized Poe meant like Lord Byron romantic

Mary Shelley Romantic

thinks Mary Shelley losing her virginity on her mother's grave is the coolest thing ever and is high key jealous

Mary Shelley is honestly his hero

secretly got addicted to soap operas

he wants to stop so bad but he can't

he doesn't have a pet but if he did he'd be that dude you can totally tell has a pet cause he's always covered in fur

not that Poe would even care

Poe actually never much cared for birds and is still salty about becoming a magpie

owns so many Victorian/Edwardian style coats

and vests

he's just one color palette/slight aesthetic change away from just being steampunk

owns so many bits of jewelry, it mostly just floats around his living spaces and he chooses what he's wearing that day at random

all the people who headcanon Poe as trans, you're correct

constantly painting his nails and it's always chipping

his nail polish is actually pretty jank but he doesn't care so long as his nails are black

his living spaces are a mess

lots of papers, lots of random odds and ends, lots of clothes and book and forgotten mugs everywhere

does actually partake in the music aspect of the goth culture

most of his fav bands are ones you haven't heard of

he doesn't actually like horror much

at least not this modern jumpscare nonsense

he likes his horror dark, dramatic, and poetically gorey

Saw??? more like pa-shaw he can't stand those movies

the closest thing he gets to liking more mainstream horror franchises is Chucky

Tiffany Valentine is his favorite (*jennifer tilly voice* ~Jennifer Tilly~)

he can always get down with halloween, but only the first one

he can fuck with Tim Burton and Guillermo Del Toro though

crimson peak is his shit

also Jane Austen bitch?!

he loves him some Jane Austen

Emily Dickinson

Mary Shelley obvs

he low key hates to be basic but fucking

read Emily Dickinson's poetry and tell him you're not simping

he legit does simp for Shelley and Dickinson

legit loves the Kira Knightly Pride and Prejudice will all his heart

Sylvia Plath

He's trying so hard not to be basic but he loves Wednesday Addams

that line about her being allergic to colors--- he felt that

regularly listens to sounds of rain and fireplaces

ye I think I'll end it here lol XD

#bear text #blush blush #blush blush game #bear talks #bb game #bb #bear answers #blush blush poe #poe blush blush #bb poe #poe bb #poe #anon blush blush #blush blush anon #bb anon #anon bb #anon

[samkiszkasfacialhair]

To Find Ourselves

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Jake makes a decision on a whim and surprises you

Warnings: Shaving and mentions of sex

Word Count: 1.3k

You sat on your living room couch, covered in blankets, with a glass of wine in one hand, and a bowl of popcorn in the other. An ice cold, untouched beer rested on the coffee table in front of you, waiting for Jake.

“Jake!” You called towards the upstairs, “I’m gonna press play without you!” 

It was Saturday night and you and Jake opted to stay in for the night. Usually, on weekends, the two of you liked to visit all your regular spots with his brothers and your friends, drinking and smoking until the early morning hours. But things had been hectic lately and the two of you just wanted a quiet night in. Between his recent shows and him recording every day, Jake was busier than ever. You had barely seen him these past two weeks and you couldn’t wait to just be with him. 

On top of that, Jake had been quiet lately. He didn’t seem like himself. Something was off but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It was almost as if he wasn’t happy with himself. You figured maybe he was stressed with work and he’d come out of whatever funk he was in, soon. Hopefully having a quiet night in would make him feel a bit better.

It was around 10 pm and the house was dark and still. The movie, popcorn, and drinks were all ready. The only thing you were waiting on was Jake.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” he called with the bathroom door muffling his voice. 

Jake had been in the bathroom for a while- at least fifteen minutes. You heard mostly silence that was broken up with the sound of the sink turning on and off every so often, along with his voice mumbling the words “shit” and “fuck” once or twice. 

The sink turned off for the final time and after a minute or two and the sound of the bathroom opening echoed down the hall, followed by the sound of Jake’s footsteps getting louder as he came down the stairs. You pressed play on the remote and placed it back down on the coffee table. 

Jake walked into the living room and turned off the overhead lights upon entering. The only light in the room came from the faint glow of the TV hanging on the wall. 

You watched his silhouette grab the beer off the coffee table and lay down next to you on the couch. He leaned his back against the arm of the couch and spread his legs out. 

“Come lay with me,” he whispered.

You took a sip of your wine, placed it back onto the coffee table, and crawled in between his legs. 

You rested your head on his chest and placed the bowl of popcorn on the edge of the couch right in front of the two of you. He adjusted the blanket on top of the two of you and fully covered both your bodies with it. He rubbed your back just a bit to create some friction to warm you up and push your body into his more. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, “you smell good.”

You lifted your head a bit and took a deep breath, letting the smell of him fill your lungs. With his face just inches away from yours, the smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of aftershave lingering on his skin instantly gave away what he had been doing in the bathroom.

“Shaved?” you asked casually as you grabbed a couple of pieces of popcorn out of the bowl and popped them into your mouth. 

“Yeah. Just cleaned it up a little,” he replied.

He rubbed your back with one hand and held his beer in the other as the opening credits of the movie played on. 

Just relaxing with him was exactly what you had missed the most these past few weeks. Just from his tone, you could tell he was feeling just a little better too.

“Jake?” you whispered.

“What?” he whispered back, looking down at you. You could only see the general outline of his face in the darkness of the living room.

“I just missed you, that’s all,” you said sweetly to him. 

“Missed you too, my love,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss you. 

The kiss was sweet and his lips were soft. 

But the kiss felt different. It was almost as if it was too soft. 

“Jake.” You said in a monotonous voice. 

“Hm?” 

“Turn the lights on.” You demanded. 

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

He reached his arm out to the end table next to him, placed his beer down, and turned on a small lamp, letting a soft warm glow fill the room.

You sat up in between his legs and gave him a good look. Your eyes widened at the sight of him in the light. 

His face was completely bare. The mustache and tiny little beard he had been growing since the spring was gone. Absolutely gone.

He was looking at you, holding back a smile. 

“You-” you started, speechless.

“I-” he mimicked, giggling.

“You shaved it all?” 

He nodded quickly, looking very pleased with himself.

“What? Why?”

He shrugged, “I got tired of it. Didn’t really like how it looked anyway. I like myself better like this I think,” 

You leaned into him and rested your forearms on his chest. You brought your hands up to his face and rubbed the smooth skin on his cheeks with your thumbs. You ran your thumb over his lips and where his mustache used to be. You traced down the sides of his mouth and rubbed your thumb on his now bare chin, feeling the perfectly smooth skin at the tip of it.

He looked a bit different than he had looked for a few months now. But he looked absolutely perfect, bare face and all. He looked like the Jake you first fell in love with.

“You look so handsome,” you whispered. 

He gave you a sweet smile and you could see pure joy in his eyes. You could tell he felt good about himself. And you could tell that your positive reaction to the change he made made him happy.

You leaned forward and kissed him softly. You broke apart from him and you both smiled at each other for a moment before he went in for more, kissing you again. Almost instantly, he deepened the kiss, going for more of you. Your moved your legs to straddle one of his thighs. His hands snuck up your back, under your shirt, and yours reached up to cup his face, feeling the new smoothness of his cheeks and neck under your fingertips. 

He pulled away and left a trail of wet, open mouth kisses down your neck. His lips were smoother than ever and slid over your skin perfectly. It was a feeling that had gone away for sometime, but was now back with full force. He worked his way back up and connected his lips to yours again.

This time, you pulled back and gave the side of his mouth, right where his mustache used to end, a small kiss before you attached your lips to his neck. You left a trail of kisses up his neck and towards his ear, as the scent of aftershave intoxicated you. He moaned as you reached a sweet spot just below his ear. 

“You’re not the only one who shaved,” you whispered in his ear as you gave his earring a flick of your tongue. 

Jake immediately sucked in a breath at your words and froze.

“Fuck the movie,” he said as he moved his body to get up off the couch, forcing you to get up off him first. 

You stood up and the blanket that was once covering the two of you instantly fell to the floor. Jake picked it up as he got up and threw it onto the couch, not caring where it fell. 

The two of you giggled as you ran upstairs, one behind the other, to enjoy some much needed alone time with each other; even if it wasn’t the relaxing movie night you had planned. 

Author’s Note:

I hope you enjoyed! Short and sweet, just like the lifespan of Jake’s beloved facial hair. RIP Jakestache. You may not have been loved by all, but you were loved by me. As always, let me know what you think in my ask! 

#jake kiszka fan fiction #jake kiszka fanfic #jake gvf #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fan fic #jtk #greta van fleet fluff #greta van fleet one shot #greta van fleet headcanon #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka one shot #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x you #jake kiszka x reader

[uyuiuyui2]

15 tiips to avoid the Freshman 15 (and the rest of your college weight gain)

Hello, future college students of America. First off, you’re annoying and I hate you. You’re about to be thrust into the blissfully independent lifestyle of the American college student. Of course, there’s a kicker when it comes to the most fun 4-6 years of your life, the dreaded Freshman 15 (followed for some of us by the Sophomore 10, the Junior 17, and the whopping Senior 25) . It’s damn near impossible to avoid, between late night pizza places on every corner, and the obscene quantities of alcohol you’ll consume. You’re probably about to blow up like Betty Francis did in the last season of Mad Men. As a survivor of the Freshman 15, here are some simple things you can do to try to avoid packing on the pounds like I did.

1. Think about the fact that if you get fat as shit then you no longer get to have sex with hot people. That’s not to say that you won’t hook up anymore, but the quality of your sexual partners will likely dip with every pound you put on. Hot people only have sex with other hot people. That’s just as constant a law as gravity. Pretty sure Newton wrote about it.

2. Your five-minute walk to class does not constitute exercise, and that walk will get a little harder with every roll your stomach gains. Hit the gym every once in a while. Losing weight is absurdly easy in your late teens and early 20s. Try to build that habit now, otherwise you’ll end up the fat guy in his thirties huffing and puffing on a treadmill and sweating up a storm. 

3. If you’re eating after 10pm and you’re not drunk, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself when you can’t fit into any of your clothes at Christmas break.

4. Get in a shit ton of trouble. You’ll have run a marathon’s worth of distance from the cops in no time at all. Burns calories, and gives you great stories to tell over lunch.

5. Picture the disgust on people’s faces when you take your shirt off on Spring Break. Hell, picture the looks on your frat brothers’ faces when you take your shirt off to chug one more beer at the tailgate - trust me on this, they’re laughing at you, not with you.

6. None of your future pledges will be able to take you seriously as a hard ass if you’re a fat ass. There’s a difference between “intimidating power gut” and just being a tub of lard.

7. Mix in a salad or soup every once in a while. Stay away from the regular lunch buffet every now and then. If you eat the garbage that your house chef or dining hall cook puts out on the buffet every night, you’re going to put on some serious pounds. 

8. Everyone is gaining weight, so it’s easy to get caught up in the “everyone’s doing it” excuse. Bullshit. Yeah, everyone’s gaining weight, but that’s no excuse to make a second trip to the fro-yo machine. Also, frozen yogurt is not healthier than ice cream, especially when you load absurd amounts of chocolate and candy on top, idiots.

9. Walk everywhere. Walk to the bars, walk to class, walk to your hookup buddy’s house at 3am. Ideally you’ll be too drunk to drive anywhere safely anyway.

10. Watch an episode of The Biggest Loser before every meal. Imagine someone filming you eating the meal you’re about to eat in slow motion with sad piano music in the background. Opt for some fruit or something not deep fried instead of a heaping pile of fries.

11. Eat with members of the opposite sex. Your grody frat bros are likely to cheer you on and encourage you to slam a fifth slice of pepperoni pizza dripping with grease, but the co-eds from Kappa Delta will make it clear that they’re judging you. In a perfect world, power-eating would be a potent aphrodisiac, but it isn’t. It’s just gross.

12. Don’t eat when you’re stressed out. Head to the gym or go on a quick run to release powerful endorphins that will make you feel good. It’s science. Check it out.

13. Imagine that first piece of XL clothing you’ll have to buy. S-L are normal-sized person clothes and you’re about to enter the world of Big & Tall. If you need extra motivation, walk through a Big and Tall store and take note of the guys who shop there - without some serious willpower, you’ll end up just like them in no time. That’s embarrassing.

14. Try a high fiber diet - processed foods are the cheapest and quickest way to widen your waistline. Fiber is scientifically proven to keep you feeling fuller longer so you won’t keep reaching your fat stubby fingers into the potato chip bag. 

15. Do tons of drugs and never sleep.

Look, the Freshman 15 is almost completely unavoidable, and obviously I’m kidding about several of these tips. You’re going to gain weight, no matter what. There’s food and booze at your beck and call at all hours of the day, no parents to tell you “no” and plenty of peer pressure. That said, you get those 15 pounds. That’s the house money given to you when you walk in the door. After that, you’re on the hook for becoming a disgusting human being. In reality, if you work out three or four days a week and watch what you eat every couple of days, you should be fine.

Of course, we all received this good advice when we were in your shoes. It’s more than likely that you’ll disregard the sage wisdom from your elders the same way I did - you’ll think it won’t happen to you, that you couldn’t possibly end up with a big fat beer gut, tits bigger than your first girlfriend’s and jowls that jiggle when you laugh. We’ll be there to clap you on the back and order your first round when you belly up to the bar with us - after all, when was the last time you saw a skinny alum on campus?

[hopelesstaemintic]

Mix Tape 1: Jaehyun

Part one of the Songs to Make Love to series.

This came about as a little challenge to myself to be succint. I tried to keep each "track" to 500-600 words and I mostly succeded. All the songs are supposedly ones Jaehyun listens to and enjoys. I've included the song link where I can so do listen as you read.

Summary:

A mix tape of songs that remind you of your relationship with Jaehyun. As you listen to each track you recall a different memory.

Status:

Completed (14/04/22), 5,546 words, 10 chapters

Relationships:

Jaehyun/Female reader

Tags:

m/f, jaehyun/female reader, shorts, vaginal sex, fluff and smut, romance, light angst, older woman/younger man, inspired by music

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Preview:

Track 1. Girls need love - Summer Walker (and Drake)

You noticed his eyes on you from across the party.

His gaze lingers on the way you bring the beer bottle to your lips and you enjoy the way his dimples deepen when he sees you watching him watching you. 

He’ll do.

You’d come here tonight with a need for human contact. Even good girls need love now and then. 

Confident you have his attention, you nod in the direction of the hall. He raises his eyebrows but gives his mate a friendly pat on the shoulder and makes some excuse to leave the conversation. You move too, both keeping your eyes on each other as you close the gap between you. 

You like what you see. He’s tall and slim, his loose sweater clinging to defined muscles. His hair falls around his face in soft waves, framing high cheekbones and dark brown eyes. 

“What’s you name, Princess?” He asks, deep voice making small vibrations against your skin as he kisses your neck and backs you into the bathroom cabinet.

“Does it matter?”

“I wanna moan it for you when you make me come undone.”

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It was impossible to contain the fire that ignited every time he touched me like this, when his tenderness suddenly escalated into an overwhelming intensity, when his lips explored mine with a hunger I had never experienced before.

✦ summary: Nore and the Metallica boys have a chaotic but fun day at Cliff's birthday party, and Dave and Nore finally aknowledge how deep their feelings for each other have become.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, drinking, smoking, drug use, fluff, lars being lars (a little shit but in an endearing way), dave and oc completely in love with each other, found family vibes

✦ a/n: hello! so this is the last of the already published chapters, i will also post a completely new chapter tonight here and on ao3. hope you like reading, feedback is welcome!

✧ but if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did ✧

We finally parked in front of Joe's beach house after a tense few minutes in the van. Dave and Cliff had been throwing indirect jabs at each other the entire trip, and while I felt mortified about it, Lars and Leanne seemed to be having a lot of fun with the situation. I let out a sigh as I got out of the van, feeling a mix of excitement and relief. Finally, we could focus on celebrating Cliff's birthday and let the tension fade away.

"Party time!" Lars exclaimed as he stepped out of the van, taking a deep breath and wearing a satisfied grin as he headed towards the gate of the house.

"Don't even think about dodging the beer unloading duty," James warned him with a serious look. "Nore and I carried everything ourselves on the way here, so now you and Dave have to lend a hand too."

"Hey, what about Cliff?" Lars protested, and James furrowed his brow.

"It's his birthday, you dork."

"So, he's off the hook?"

"Well, yeah. Besides, someone has to call Joe and let him know we've arrived."

The guys unloaded the van with all the beer crates while Cliff and Leanne went to fetch Joe and get him to open the garage for us to park. I just stood there, watching, as James and Dave wouldn't let me lift a single can. They said I'd already done my part carrying the van earlier. Well, I wasn't about to argue with that. Better for me, I guess.

Finally, Joe showed up and opened the garage so we could park the van. We all made our way into the house. Joe was this tall, lanky dude, almost as tall as Cliff, with long blond hair flowing down his shoulders in waves. He greeted Leanne and the guys, then turned his attention to me.

"Hey, I don't think I know you," he said with a smile.

"Joe, this is Nore. She's Cliff's cousin," Leanne introduced me. "Nore, this is Joe, he's a friend from college."

"Ah, you're the one Mustaine can't stop talking about, huh?" he chuckled, and I couldn't help but blush. Dave shot him a look, looking a bit annoyed. Joe shook my hand. "Nice to meet you, Nore."

"Nice to meet you too, Joe," I smiled.

"You guys got here early. The rest of the gang hasn't arrived yet. C'mon, let's head to the backyard!"

He led us to the backyard, a cool spot with a big pool and a lawn where they had set up some tables. A low fence surrounded it, overlooking the beachfront street. From there, we could see the strip of sand, hear the waves crashing and smell the ocean’s scent. But that's not exactly what grabbed our attention; we wasted no time grabbing some beers and cracking them open as more people arrived for the party.

Before we knew it, the place was packed. I have to admit, I was surprised. I didn't realize Cliff knew so many people that I didn't recognize. At some point, I ended up splitting from the guys, but I had Leanne to keep me company. It turned out she had invited some friends from college because I got introduced to about 10 different people who were studying with her. Someone brought a sound system, and music filled the air. The drinks kept flowing, and I soon started feeling a bit lightheaded since they never let me have an empty cup.

'Found you!' a voice called out to me, and I turned to find Dave beaming at me. James stood next to him, shirtless and completely soaked , which probably meant he had just come out of the pool. I blinked, surprised, as they approached and Dave grabbed my hand. 'C'mon, it's about to start.'

'What's about to start?' I chuckled as he led me to a table by the pool. There were two full beer bottles at the table and one person standing in front of each: Lars and some other guy I didn’t know. Joe, the host, was between them, wearing a big smile on his face. A bunch of people had gathered around the table, forming a big circle, and they all seemed excited. I had no clue what was going on, but I watched curiously.

“Alright! You've placed your bets,” Joe began addressing the crowd. People clapped and cheered in anticipation. He grinned even wider. “Now it's time to find out: who takes the crown in the beer race!”

“Beer race?” I turned to Dave, laughing. “What the heck is that?” 

“Whoever chugs their brew the fastest wins,” he grinned with excitement. 

“We're betting on the winner. If Lars manages to snag the victory, we'll pocket some cash,” James chimed in, chuckling. I laughed too, dumbfounded; I couldn't decide if it was awesome, ridiculous, or both at the same time.

“On one side!” Joe yelled, pointing to the dude standing right in front of Lars. “Him, the reigning champ for the eighth time. Straight from the University of San Francisco: Daniel "Alkoholizer" Reeds!” 

Most people clapped and cheered, hyping him up. Daniel took a bow with a laugh. He already seemed pretty drunk. Dave and James booed loudly. 

“On the other…” Joe continued. “The fearless challenger, the drummer from the hot new underground sensation of San Francisco: Lars Ulrich!” 

Some people clapped, and I joined them as Dave and James hollered at Lars, cheering him on.

“Alright!” Joe exclaimed, pumped up. “Let's get this show on the road. On your marks... One... Two... Three... Go!” 

Lars and the other guy, Daniel, swiftly grabbed their beer bottles and started drinking. My mouth dropped open in surprise at the lightning-fast pace Daniel was chugging; Lars didn't stand a chance. Daniel finished in a flash, slamming the bottle on the table with a triumphant grin before collapsing to the ground. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, ecstatic with the result.

'Dammit!' Lars shouted, pissed off, slamming his half-empty bottle on the table.

“Daniel just won for the ninth damn time today!” Joe exclaimed amid the guests' excitement. “He's unstoppable, folks. And…” he grinned mischievously at Lars. “You know what happens to the loser, right?” 

Lars grumbled, clearly unhappy with his fate. 

“Straight into the pool!” Joe yelled, as two guests grabbed Lars, one by the arms and another by the legs. “Give this Danish guy a bath!” 

They swung Lars back and forth before tossing him into the pool while he yelled in protest. I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe, but Dave and James looked quite displeased as Joe went around collecting the dollars wagered with a big smile on his face.

"Did that happen to you too?" I asked, still laughing, looking at James as Lars emerged from the pool and joined us, annoyed. James grumbled, nodding in agreement. 

"Lars lost again?" Cliff suddenly appeared, his arm around Leanne's shoulders and a half-empty vodka bottle in his hand. "You guys are gonna end up paying for Joe's next party with all the cash you lose in this dumb game." 

"Why don't you give it a shot?" I said. "I'm sure you could win." 

"No freakin' way, Nore," he scoffed. 

"We should start training for this crap, man," Lars chimed in, irritated. "I still wanna kick Daniel's ass." 

"Yeah, I think the game's over for now," Dave said, sounding disappointed, and he looked to the other side of the pool. I followed his gaze and saw Daniel crouched on the grass, puking into a bucket while Joe tried to offer him some water. 

"Forget about that," Leanne spoke excitedly. "Come here, you guys. I brought Cliff's gift!" 

"You didn't say anything about a gift," Cliff raised an eyebrow, a smile forming on his face that Leanne mirrored. 

"'Cause it's a surprise," she opened the shoulder bag she was carrying as we all gathered around her, curious. "Are you ready? Look, I splurged on this, but I think you deserve it." 

I gasped in astonishment as she pulled out a plastic package containing a lot — and I really mean a lot — of weed. Dave, Lars, and James looked as shocked as I was, but I could see Cliff's eyes light up at the sight of the "gift." 

"Holy shit, Lea," he laughed. "That's why I love you." He took the package in his hands before looking at us, a mischievous smile on his face. "So, who's down to smoke this with me?"

I let out a sigh, closing my eyes and resting my head on Dave's shoulder. It was getting dark, and the party had calmed down a bit with some people leaving. But the ones who stayed were still going strong, drinking, dancing, and chatting by the pool—except for our little group, who seemed to have gotten way more stoned than we bargained for. 

The scene was pretty funny: Cliff was slouched on one of the couches, his gaze lost, clutching a half-smoked joint, while Leanne snoozed beside him, curled up against his body. On the other couch, Dave sat with a half-empty beer bottle, and I snuggled up next to him, my head on his shoulder, trying to adjust to the feeling that everything seemed to be spinning around. 

James was crashed out on our couch, his head resting on my thighs, snoring like a freight train. His blond hair was still a bit damp, tickling my skin. And there was Lars, shirtless, sprawled on the floor between the two couches, fixating on his open hand, basking in the balcony light.

"You know what?" Lars suddenly asked, his words slightly slurred. "I'm wondering if we built a raft out of beer cans, would it hold us?" 

"Where'd you get that idea, man?" Cliff laughed. He shrugged nonchalantly. 

"I don't even know if beer cans float in water," he continued. "Maybe we should test it." 

"Of course they float," I grumbled. "But only when they're empty." 

"But the real question is, would they support our weight?" he pondered. 

"You're seriously high, aren't you?" Dave asked, speaking slowly. I couldn't help but laugh because we weren't much better off at the moment. Lars shrugged.

"I'm just thinking."

"Well, that's a rare sight," Cliff sarcastically remarked. Dave burst into loud laughter. I buried my face in his neck, sighing. I was feeling pretty lightheaded. 

"You okay?" Dave asked, concern in his voice. I lifted my face, meeting his gaze. I smiled as he gently ran his hand through my hair. 

"Just a bit dizzy. I think I've had too much to drink." 

"Want some water? I'll get it for you." 

"I'm good, Dave." 

"Hey." He lifted my chin so I could look at him. I stared into his brown eyes, momentarily getting lost as I traced the lines of his eyes, his nose, his lips. Yeah, I was definitely high. He smiled when he noticed my gaze. "Let me take care of my girl, alright? I'll get you some water." 

"Thanks." I replied softly. He got up from the couch, and I watched him walk into Joe's kitchen. I looked away and caught Lars' gaze, who was smiling at me.

 "What're you staring at?" I asked, suddenly defensive. 

"Let me take care of my girl," he mimicked, then chuckled. "That guy's head over heels for you, isn't he?"

I blushed but didn't say anything. I smiled as Dave came back with a glass of water, handing it to me, and I drank it down in a flash. He plopped back down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. 

"Feeling better?" he asked, planting a sweet kiss on my forehead. I chuckled softly as he kissed my cheek and then my lips, pulling me in closer. I sighed as his hand caressed my face, his tongue playfully intertwining with mine in a more passionate kiss. 

"Find a room, you two," Cliff moaned, annoyed. "I’m not in the mood for the PDA fest."

Dave grunted, breaking our kiss and looking frustrated, but he didn't say a word. He stood up, holding my hand and guiding me out of the backyard. I followed, standing up carefully to not disturb James, who was still knocked out with his head on my lap. He led me by the hand into Joe's house, and I giggled as we stumbled into some random dark room, his lips finding mine again as he pressed me against the wall.

"I'm testing something, you know," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine as his hand rested on my waist beneath my shirt, his rough palm against my bare skin.  "Now, every time I get annoyed, I'd rather kiss you than hit someone."

"And what’s annoying you?" I asked, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. He huffed. 

"Cliff is really getting on my nerves with his teasing. Does he think I'm just going to smother you with kisses or something?" I chuckled softly as he peppered my face with little kisses, eventually capturing my lips again, his hand firmly on my hip, pulling me closer. 

"That's just how he is," I replied in a hushed voice. "But that doesn't mean he doesn't like us."

"Hey, he straight-up told you to watch out for me. I'm the lucky one because you actually like me," he laughed. 

"And why do you like me?" I asked, genuinely curious. He let out a small huff. 

"Besides the fact that you look absolutely stunning?" he teased, and I giggled softly. He gazed into my eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "I love that you never let anyone tell you what to do. And yet, you're one of the kindest girls I've ever met." He kissed my lips tenderly, then trailed his lips to my cheek and neck. "You always go out of your way to make others happy, and you see the good in everyone... You're a good person, Nore."

I could feel my cheeks flush, and I quickly looked away. Getting complimented like that was something I wasn't used to. It surprised me how he noticed all those little things; seeing myself through his eyes was a whole new perspective. 

"Plus, it's just so damn cute when you get all flustered like that," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He chuckled softly, pulling back slightly and cupping my chin in his hand. "Now it's your turn to tell me why you like a loser like me." 

"You're not a loser," I frowned. "You're an amazing guitarist!" 

"Well, thanks for that," he replied sarcastically, but I could tell he genuinely appreciated the compliment. "So, you're into me because I rock on the guitar?" 

"It's not just that!" I protested. "It's just... You've been so kind to me since I got here. You never judge me, and… I feel free around you. I like that." I let out a sigh. "And even though you don't show it all the time, I know you care about others too. Plus, you're really handsome. And you smell nice," I added, and he burst into laughter as he hugged me tightly, hiding his face in the curve of my neck.

"I love you, you know?" he whispered, his voice slightly muffled. I blinked, taken aback, feeling that familiar rush of happiness in the pit of my stomach that he always managed to stir up in me. 

My insecurities tried to tell me this was all too good to be true, but how could it not be true when he was right there with me? His fingers entwined with mine, holding my hand delicately yet firmly, pressing it against the wall as his lips traced a path from my neck to my mouth. I placed my other hand on his arm, and he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me even closer as our bodies pressed against the wall. It was impossible to contain the fire that ignited every time he touched me like this, when his tenderness suddenly escalated into an overwhelming intensity, when his lips explored mine with a hunger I had never experienced before. I broke the kiss for a moment to lock eyes with him, his gaze dark and intense in the dimly lit room. 

"I love you too, Dave," I whispered back. He simply grinned before kissing me, again, and again, and again.

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The Intrusion - Chapter 10

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You and Dean deal with the aftermath of the previous night's events and Cas arrives with bad news from Heaven.

Word count: 2,153

Warnings: language, some steamy romance in the shower

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You were woken by something tickling your nose, which didn't seem to disappear once you reached up and tried to bat it away. With a groan, you hesitantly peeled open your eyelids, blinking rapidly to adjust to the stream of sunlight sneaking through the vent above you. You frowned slightly, not recalling the existence of such a vent in your room, before freezing. The cause of the tickle had been a piece of Dean's armpit hair, which your head had been nuzzled into while his arm was thrust up over his head. You panicked slightly as the realisation of the previous night's shenanigans hit you. You'd slept with Dean Winchester. Fuck.

You chewed on your lip as you investigated his sleeping form further. His long eyelashes gently stroked his cheeks as his eyes flickered in a dreamlike state, his breath calm and even. He was topless, revealing a perfectly sculpted, slender chest. You didn't even realise you were smiling. Here, peacefully asleep, it seemed as though all the hatred you ever had for him had ebbed away.

You weren't too sure he'd feel the same way, though. Gazing around his room, you took it all in - the minimalist furniture, the smeared mirror, the clothes spilling from the chest of drawers. You propped yourself up on your elbow, peering up at the long shelf that ran long the wall at the head of his bed. It was coated in a layer of dust, the only bits clean apparent in the places where he'd dragged a weapon from its resting place. That was what made up most of the display, mixed with some empty beer bottles, untouched books, and various snack wrappers.

"Hey," a deep voice, muffled with sleep, came from below you. Your head shot down and you glanced nervously at the waking hunter.

"Er, hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to stay. I can go, if you want."

Dean groaned, rubbing his eyes with his fists and sitting up. "Fuck, I feel like shit." He grumbled, blinking before looking at you. "No no, don't go. Unless you want to, that is."

Feeling your cheeks flush, you shook your head, glancing down and fiddling with the bed sheets. Suddenly feeling a whole lot self-conscious, you pulled them up higher, pulling your knees in close and hugging them.

"Do you, erm, do you actually remember last night?"

He blew out a huff, running a hand through his hedgehog hair. "What? Oh yeah, sure, sure. I drank too much, you cleaned up after me, right?"

You smiled sarcastically at him. Was he for real? "Yeah, yeah I cleaned up after you. You were a fucking mess." You flung the sheet off you, swinging your legs round to meet the floor.

"Woah, hold up Y/N." You felt a tug on your bicep pull you back. "I'm kidding. I'm hungover as hell, but I remember. I had fun."

You shook your head, nostrils flared. "You're a son of a bitch Dean Winchester, you know that?" You lent into his tug, flopping back onto the bed and lying across his lap. He grinned down at you, those emerald eyes alive with a new lease of life.

"I know," the hunter grinned, running a hand through your knotted hair. "I also know I've been an idiot to you these past few months. I never actually hated you, you know?"

You rolled over onto your stomach, reaching an arm across his body to rest on your elbow again, the other hand reaching up to caress his stubble.

"I know. Now, at least. And I never hated you, either. Guess we were just harbouring some pent up sexual tension, huh?

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Majorly pent up."

A raucous from the kitchen caught your attention, and you whipped round to quickly check the time.

"Its gone 10. Sam'll be wondering where we are."

Dean nodded sulkily. "He better have made pancakes," he grumbled as he scooped you off his lap and clambered out of bed. You followed, pulling your pants back on from where they lay on the floor. As he headed for the door, you paused.

"What?" he frowned as you failed to move after him.

"You really want your brother to see us coming out of your room together?" you grimaced slightly. Dean sighed, fidgeting as you saw his brain run through the scenario.

"Dammit. You're probably right. You go, I'll follow." You nodded, ducking under his arm to head towards your bedroom to hide the evidence of your sleepover a bit. As you did, Dean grabbed your wrist, whipping you round towards him and smashing you against his chest as he lent down to passionately kiss you. You lingered, before pulling away and trying to head down the hall, a smile firmly planted on your face. He tugged at you again, stronger than you could resist, and used his other arm to trap you in a mock headlock.

"On second thoughts, the shower block should be empty now," he hissed in your ear and you giggled, wriggling as he scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder before storming down the hall.

You'd always been self conscious about the shared shower block now the boys lived with you - before, you could spread yourself out, switch between which shower you fancied on that particular day. Now, though, you had to make sure neither of them would interrupt you, and more than once you'd found that Sam had used up all the hot water washing those precious locks, which had ruined your mood for the day. As Dean lowered you against the cold titles and stripped you of your tee and pants, you blushed, withdrawing into yourself slightly.

"Is this alright?" Dean hesitated slightly, suddenly aware he might be pushing you into something you didn't want to do. Last night when he had been drunk as a skunk it obviously hadn't bothered him, but now he was unsure.

"Fine," you smiled at him, unravelling yourself and pulling down his boxers. "Hurry up, I'm cold!"

You spent much longer than you should have in the water, Dean washing your hair, you teaching him how to massage the shampoo in properly rather than just dumping it on. You giggled as you blew bubbles in each other's faces, and kissed passionately between every rinse. Your hands roamed, gripping onto his ass every time your feet slid on the tiles, his running up and down your back. He pressed himself against you, his dick the only thing creating a distance between you, which you stroked and cleaned tentatively with soft and delicate strokes. Dean moaned, his cheeks flushed, wet hair standing in spikes, and you felt a flood of warmth as you took its true size in under the harsh luminous lights.

You wanted to stay there forever, to never have to leave and go back to your separate lives. You knew as soon as you walked into that kitchen with Sam sitting there, your adventure would be over. Dean would go back to hating you, or at least not liking you the way you were starting to, and you'd join a long line of his drunk one-night-stands. Sam would probably look down on you once he found out, thinking of you as a little slut who naively got charmed by his big brother. Here, under the tepid water, everything was peaceful. Out there, thats where it got bad.

But you did have to leave, and as the water grew colder and goosebumps littered your arms, you clambered out, Dean wrapping you in a towel.

"I better go sort myself out in my room," you mumbled, scooping your clothes up off the floor.

"Sure," Dean nodded, doing the same. "I'll race you to the kitchen. I'm dying for a coffee."

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Dean had beaten you to the kitchen in the end, and you tiptoed in at the sound of an unknown voice.

"Y/N! Hey, meet Castiel. Cas, this is Y/N." Sam beckoned you over to the stranger perched on the end of the table. He wore a kind face, albiet a tired one, with dark shaggy hair that could probably be due a cut. You couldn't help but notice the blood stains on his camel trench coat that was draped over a creased white shirt and a sagging blue tie.

"Hi," you inched forward nervously, just about catching Dean's eye. He'd showered away any evidence of sex, and looked much more awake now he had a cup of coffee between his strong palms.

"You must be the tenant Dean was so frustrated with," the new man stood up, giving you a nod. Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, and Dean hung his head.

"Cas is an Angel," he said the words incredibly matter-of-fact, taking a good look at your reaction. "He's also my best friend, so I might have vented to him about you in the past." Grumbling, he gave Cas a look, to which the Angel pursed his lips, sensing he'd said something he shouldn't have.

"A best friend? Impressive. I hadn't put you down for having any friends, let alone a best one." You shot at Dean, and he shook his head at you with a grin.

"Alright, I deserved that. Cas, tell Y/N what you told us."

You moved to pour yourself a cup of the caffeinated stuff before sitting next to Dean, who budged up to give you space.

"Like Dean said, I am an Angel of the Lord. Although I spend a considerable time on Earth nowadays, I've been spending some time in Heaven recently, which is why we have not met. But something is going on, and there are rumours among the Angels. Some of my comrades have been sent death threats."

"Death threats? From who?" you snorted, not quite sure who on earth would do such a thing to a damn Angel. You were still trying to hide your shock that the things did actually exist, even though it shouldn't really have come as much of a surprise given your new line of work.

"Demons." Dean growled, and you shot him a look.

"Demons? You fucking serious?"

He nodded, shooting a glance at his brother then back to you.

"Fine. If we got Angels, suppose it makes sense to have Demons. But I don't get what that has to do with us."

Sam leaned forward on the kitchen top. "Angels and Demons aren't me and Dean's biggest fans, Y/N. Which kinda means by association, you're not either. And these threats they've been sending to the Angels, they're not just about them."

"The Demons have never liked how involved Heaven is on Earth. They would turn the whole planet to flames, if they could. They are now threatening to murder both human and Angel unless we remove ourselves from offering your people protection." Cas looked at you sadly. You suddenly realised being in a room with an Angel was possibly not the best thing to be doing then.

"If they're gonna come for anyone, it'll be us. They'll know that Cas will have told us, and they'll want to wipe us out before we can try to protect anyone else. We need to reinforce our protection system before we can get too close." Ever the practical, that was Sam.

"Its alright," you heard Dean whisper in your ear. You hadn't even realised he'd snaked his arm round your waist, pulling you in closer to him subtly. "This place is built to protect whoever's inside. We'll be okay."

You nodded, swallowing back a lump. You'd prepared yourself for Wendigos, and Vampires, and Werewolves, and Ghosts. But Demons? Angels? That just seemed way out of your league.

"Cas, why don't we start reinforcing the sigils inside. Dean and Y/N can repair the ones outside." Sam had noticed his brother's comforting act, as well as the confused tilt of Cas's head at the action, and desperately tried not to draw attention to the couple. As quiet as you'd thought you'd been the night before, Sam had heard the echoes coming from the kitchen, and drifted off to sleep with headphones on, chuckling at the relief that you and Dean had finally caved in. The sexual tension had been killing him just as much as you.

The younger Winchester practically had to drag the Angel out, leaving you and Dean to sit together in silence.

"Angels. Demons. Okay." You nodded with a pout. "I mean, makes sense. And you kill shit like that for a living, so also makes sense why they'd come for you."

"I'm sorry," Dean brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "If it helps, we've beaten them before. And now we've got you, and you're one hell of a fighter. We'll be fine."

You gave him a reassuring smile, giving his thigh a small squeeze. "You're right. C'mon, show me those sigils, then."

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Ivory Inn

It was a chilly night. Nothing unusual for peak winter months. The moon shone upon the deserted roads as everyone took refuge in their homes, yearning for warmth. It was not a city. A town with a population of merely three thousand residents.

10:30 PM. By this hour, every single building in the town went dark. All, except one. The town's tavern. Ivory Inn. "A place that never sleeps," people dubbed it.

The Ivory Inn stood proudly at the edge of town, its faded sign swinging ominously in the icy wind. It had a long and sinister history, with tales of strange happenings and unexplained disappearances. Yet, despite the rumors and the spine-chilling stories, people couldn't help but be drawn to the tavern's eerie allure.

On this particular night, a solitary figure named Jacob found himself unable to resist the pull of the Ivory Inn. He was an adventurous soul, always seeking excitement and new experiences. As he approached the creaking wooden doors, a shiver ran down his spine, but he pushed the feeling aside and stepped inside.

The interior of the tavern was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced upon the ancient walls. The air was thick with the smell of aged wood and stale beer. Jacob noticed a few patrons scattered around the room, their eyes filled with weariness and an aura of melancholy hanging over them.

The bartender, a tall and gaunt man with sunken eyes, regarded Jacob with a knowing smile. "Welcome, stranger," he whispered, his voice carrying an eerie tone. "We don't get many visitors this late at night."

Jacob hesitated for a moment, but curiosity got the better of him. "I've heard stories about this place," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are they true?"

The bartender's smile widened, revealing yellowed teeth. "Oh, they're more than stories," he replied cryptically. "This town holds many secrets, and the Ivory Inn is but a gateway to the darkness that lies within."

Jacob's heart raced as he glanced around the room. The other patrons seemed oblivious to their conversation, lost in their own melancholic thoughts. The atmosphere grew more oppressive, and he had an unsettling feeling that he was being watched.

Just as Jacob was about to make his exit, a door at the far end of the tavern swung open, revealing a hidden staircase leading down into the depths below. A cold draft rushed through the room, extinguishing the candles and plunging the inn into darkness. Whispers echoed through the air, carried by an unseen force.

With a mix of fear and morbid fascination, Jacob felt compelled to investigate. He cautiously descended the staircase, his footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The further he descended, the colder it became, and an icy dread settled deep within him.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he entered a vast underground chamber. The air was heavy with an otherworldly presence, and the flickering light of torches revealed a macabre scene. Strange symbols adorned the walls, and a congregation of hooded figures stood in a circle, their faces hidden in shadows.

In the center of the circle lay an altar, upon which a figure was bound. Jacob's blood turned to ice as he recognized the person—a missing townsfolk, presumed dead. Panic consumed him, and he tried to flee, but the hooded figures noticed his presence and turned their gaze upon him.

Their eyes glowed with an unholy light as they chanted in a language Jacob couldn't comprehend. The air crackled with dark energy, and he felt himself being pulled toward the altar. It was then that he realized the true nature of the Ivory Inn.

It was a place of sacrifice, a conduit for ancient rituals and dark powers. The tavern had lured him in, using his curiosity as bait. Now, he was trapped, destined to become another victim in its sinister history.

As the chanting grew louder, Jacob's screams filled the chamber, but they were drowned out by the malevolent forces at work. The Ivory Inn had claimed another soul, and its dark secrets remained hidden from the world, waiting for the next unsuspecting visitor to meet their horrifying fate.

And so, the tavern stood tall, the only source of light in the desolate town, beckoning to those who dared to venture too close, its true nature concealed beneath a facade of welcoming warmth. The Ivory Inn continued its eternal dance with the shadows, a place that never sleeps, forever hungry for more victims to sate its insatiable appetite for darkness.

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Tell Her That You Love Her

Tell Her That You Love Her

Pairing: Sam Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Sam has a confession that he’s been holding in for 7 years.

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol, Drinking/Partying, Underage Drinking, Mentions of Arrest, Mentions of Marijuana, Cigarettes, Mentions of Sex.

Word Count: 3.3k

Requested by Anonymous

It was your best friend's 21st birthday and you planned an entire surprise party with the help of her brothers. Jake agreed to host the party at his apartment and Josh agreed to supply the food and alcohol. That left you and Sam in charge of the logistics and guest list. 

All the preparations came together easily and the night of the party came quicker than you thought. 

You’d been best friends with Ronnie for almost ten years; and your friendship with her, came with a friendship with her brothers. You had become close with all three of them over the years. From middle school to now. Even as their fame grew and they became big rock stars, they always kept contact with you and invited you to events and shows. You, Ronnie, and Jake’s girlfriend formed a nice group of friends to support the guys.

It was around 9 at night and Ronnie was expected to arrive at 10 to “pregame at Jake’s” before going to a few bars around Nashville. She thought it was going to be a pretty low key night and the four of you had done a good job keeping her clueless about your actual plans. A ton of her friends, including you, hadn't turned 21 yet so this was a much better plan to have everyone together. Everything was ready to go for the night and now you were all just putting the finishing touches on things. 

You sat at Jake’s kitchen table as Josh mixed a bunch of different liquors and juices into a big bowl. You and Sam picked at decorations and sorted out what you were going to use. Jake was in the living room, setting up a table for beer pong.

“So, is Loverboy coming?” Josh asked as he poured out a bottle of vodka into the bowl. 

“Ooh, Loverboy!” Jake teased from the other room. 

“He has a name!” you argued.

“Asshole?” Sam asked, flashing you an obnoxious smile.

“Shut up, Sam,” you retorted. You turned back to Josh, “No, he’s not coming.” you sighed.

“Thank God.” Sam said under his breath as he opened up a bag of confetti.

You glared at him from across the table. Sam had never liked the guy you had been seeing for the past few months and he let it be known. Every time you brought him around, Sam made little comments and digs at him. You couldn’t put your finger on why though. Ronnie had always said Sam didn’t like him because once he made a claim that B.B. King was overrated and Sam never let that go. Though it made perfect sense for Sam to hold a grudge for that, it still didn’t explain his deep disgust for the guy. In Sam’s defense, the guy you were seeing wasn’t perfect in any way. To be honest, you kind of settled for him. But, it was fine and no one better had come along so it was what it was. You stared at Sam, wishing you could read his mind.

The sound of Josh’s voice snapped you back to the present moment.

“Try this for me, let me know if it's good.” he said, handing you a red solo cup half full of his most recent concoction. 

You tasted it and nodded approvingly at him. It was fruity and sweet but you could still taste a hint of alcohol. It was the type of drink you could drink all night and not realize it was getting you wasted until you were too far gone. It was perfect for the occasion. He poured more into your cup, poured three more cups full, and passed them out to his brothers.

Jake walked back into the kitchen to grab his drink from Josh. 

“So why isn’t he coming?” he asked as he lifted the cup to his lips.  

“He just couldn’t make it, that’s all,” you replied. That was a lie. But they didn’t have to know that. The truth was, you didn’t want him to come. You wanted to have a good time tonight- without him. You also didn’t feel like hearing any remarks from Sam about him. 

Without saying a word, Sam picked up his drink, got up from the table, and walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway. You all heard the door to Jake’s guest bedroom slam shut. 

The three of you exchanged confused looks. 

“What's up with him?” Josh asked.

“Don’t know,” Jake replied, “He’s been like that all day.”

You all shrugged it off and continued your last minute preparations. People would be arriving soon and time was ticking before Ronnie would show up. 

Before you knew it, Jake’s apartment was filled with people and the party began picking up. You spent some time with Jake and his girlfriend, in addition to some of your close friends. Sam came out after a bit of time and you saw him out of the corner of your eye, drinking, talking, and being a little flirty with some of the other girls there.

Girls always liked Sam. Well, that is, once he got his braces off, grew into his nose, and grew his hair out. He had always been Ronnie’s nerdy little brother up until a few years ago when puberty hit him like a truck. Now, his looks, combined with his brains, and the way he played bass on stage had girls fawning over him left and right. The craziest part about it was that he was kind of oblivious to it all. 

Ronnie arrived right at her scheduled time and she was definitely surprised. Once she was there, the party really went into full swing. You took shots with her and all your friends, stole a few hits from random peoples’ joints, and screamed the lyrics to the songs on Jake’s party playlist. Everyone was having a good time and you were especially happy to see your best friend having the time of her life. For the time being, you actually forgot about Sam and the little fit he pitched earlier. 

As the party rolled on, you stood in the living room, watching Jake and Josh go against each other in beer pong, screaming at each other from across the table and changing the rules as they went. As you looked to your right, you caught a glimpse of a little glow of orange light coming from Jake’s balcony. The silhouette of a tall, skinny, long haired figure was outlined by city lights in the distance. 

You snaked through the crowd of people and walked out onto the balcony. 

The noise of the sliding glass door opening caused Sam to turn around. When he saw it was you, he turned back around, not acknowledging you. The sounds coming from the party were muffled by the door and combined with the noises of the city in the distance. A slight breeze blew through the air, sobering you up a bit as it hit you. 

You walked over to him and leaned on the railing. He was holding a red solo cup in one hand and a cigarette between his fingers in his other hand. He looked straight ahead, staring off into the city lights, taking a drag of the cigarette every so often and then hitting it on the railing so the ashes fell off.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam spoke. 

“So what's the real reason why he’s not coming?” Sam asked, putting the cigarette out on the railing and flicking it off the balcony onto the empty city street below.

“I told you,” you began, “he couldn't make it.”

“Hmm, yeah, I don’t believe that for a second,” he said with a hint of attitude hanging on his words. He rested his elbows on the railing and took a sip of his drink, staring out at the city lights ahead of the two of you, still not looking at you. If there was one thing you knew about Sam, it was that he could see through a lie instantly. 

“Okay fine. You want to know the truth?” you sighed. “The truth is, I, I didn’t invite him.”

Sam nodded his head slowly and raised his eyebrows almost as if he knew that was what you were going to say.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“I didn’t want any drama tonight. I know you’re not exactly his biggest fan and-”

“That is an understatement,” he interrupted. He looked at you with that obnoxious smile on his face, like he had just won an argument. 

You rolled your eyes and looked at him for a second before you got the courage to ask him what you’ve wanted to ask him for months now.

“Why don’t you like him, Sam?”

His smile faded and he took another sip of his drink before answering. “He’s kind of an asshole if I’m being honest. Not to mention he treats you like shit. There are so many other guys who would love to be in his position. You deserve someone better than him. And I think you know that.” He looked over at you and gave you a serious look.

You let out a sigh, closed your eyes, and shook your head. You’ve had heart to hearts with Sam throughout the years in the past. You were there for him the morning after he got arrested when everyone else was making it a joke and he needed someone to talk to. He was there for you even when he was on the road, listening to you cry on the other end of the phone over how stressed you were in school to the point of him writing essays on books you never read and sticking your name on them so you wouldnt fail your classes. You were always there for each other. But this heart to heart tonight was different. The two of you had never really discussed relationships before. Sam has had girlfriends come and go and he’s had relationship problems. But he never brought any of it up to you. That was a topic for Jake, Josh, or Danny. Similarly, any boy problems you had was a topic reserved for you and Ronnie. 

“Sam,” you began, “Guys don’t like me. He’s the only guy who has ever paid even an ounce of attention to me. What do you expect me to do?”

“Have some self respect?” he replied harshly.

“Sam I already told you, guys don’t like me! This is all I’ve ever had. I have to take what I can get, okay?”

He shook his head and laughed, “No. Guys like you, trust me. They’re just intimidated by you.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“It’s true,” he began, “You’re pretty. You’re smart. You’re independent. Guys don’t like that. Guys are afraid of girls like you.” 

He crossed his arms over the railing and dropped his head for a second before lifting it back up again and pushing his hair out of his face.

“Besides,” he continued. “I know someone who liked you. A lot.” he said, taking another sip of his drink and smiling to himself. 

“Oh yeah? Who?” you asked bluntly, waiting for him to make a stupid joke.

“Danny.” he replied casually.

“Danny Wagner?” you asked, more confused than ever.

He nodded and smiled. You couldn’t believe he was ratting out his best friend like that. But you also were dying to know more. You knew he wasn’t lying to make you feel better either. For as long as you knew him, Sam never lied. 

“Well, why didn’t he do anything about it?”

“Because,” he paused, “There was someone in his way. Someone else who liked you too. Someone who liked you first. And Danny’s too nice. He didn’t want to risk ruining a friendship or making things weird. And that other person, like I said, was intimidated by you.”

You hated how vague he was being. You were forced to put the pieces of his puzzle together yourself. You replayed his words in your head for a minute. 

Danny, someone else in his way, and the risk of ruining a friendship. 

When you looked back over at Sam, he was tracing the rim of his cup with his index finger, not looking up. 

It was him. It was him who was in Danny’s way. It was their friendship that would be at risk if Danny did anything. It was him who liked you.

“You,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he sighed. He looked to the sky, laughed to himself, and then looked over at you. “I’ve had a crush on you since I met you. I remember the day actually. You were in eighth grade and I was in seventh grade. It was Ronnie’s 14th birthday party. You came over and I remember you had on this sparkly lip gloss and I thought you looked really pretty. And I, I wondered, ya know, what any 13 year old boy would have wondered.”

He stopped himself, almost as if he was unsure if he should continue talking. But he continued anyway, “I wondered what it would be like to, to kiss you.”

He paused for a minute and extended his hand out to you. He brushed your hair back behind your ear and continued. His voice got softer as he spoke.

“And here we are again. It’s Ronnie’s birthday party, I’m looking at you, and I’m wondering the same thing that I wondered seven years ago.”

“You’re wondering what it would be like to kiss me?” you whispered.

He nodded slowly, biting his bottom lip. You watched his eyes move from your lips, to your eyes, and back down to your lips again.

“Why don’t you find out?” you asked quietly, moving your gaze to his lips. They were full and looked soft, with just a bit of shine to them. 

Slowly, his face made its way closer to yours. His hand reached up, rested on the side of your face and wrapped around your head. His fingertips were rough and his hands were big, and cold. He rubbed his thumb over the skin right next to your ear and he pulled your face in towards his. 

He breathed you in and closed the gap between the two of you. The kiss was slow, soft, and sweet. The taste of the sweet drink on his lips mixed with the lingering taste of his cigarette was intoxicating. Sam broke away from you and opened his eyes, leaving your faces just an inch apart. His hand still rested on your face. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hung open just a bit. He was looking into your eyes deeply. Deeper than anyone ever had before. 

“I, I,” he began, “I’ve been wondering about what that would have been like for years. Now I finally know. And now I never want to forget it.”

You looked down for a second when you felt his fingers move down to your chin and lift it up so your eyes met his again. 

Something took over you and you couldn’t help it. You needed more of him and you couldn’t wait. Especially considering he’d been waiting seven years. You connected your lips with his again. This kiss started off as soft as the first one but gained passion quickly as you both deepened it. His hand snuck around to the back of your neck and yours snaked up to his. His tongue slid along your bottom lip and you let him in, swirling your tongue over his. You gave the hair at the base of his head a little tug and he let out a hum. 

You continued going for more of each other when the sound of the sliding glass door opening back up and the noise of the party flooding out to the balcony brought you both back to reality. You snapped out of it and turned your head quickly to see Josh standing there, leaning against the doorframe, with a huge smile on his face.

“Listen, I know you guys are getting out like, years of pent up sexual tension but, Ronnie’s wondering where you are,” he said, pointing at you. “And you promised you’d verse the winner of beer pong,” he said, pointing at Sam. “And that winner just happens to be me,” he said, pointing at himself. 

You laughed, burying your face into the crook of Sam’s neck so Josh wouldn’t see how red your cheeks had just turned. 

“We’ll be there in a minute,” he assured Josh. 

Josh smiled and went back inside, muffling the noise of the party as the door closed with him behind it.

You pulled back from Sam a bit and he crossed his arms behind your back, still holding onto his drink between his fingers.

 “So what does this mean?” you asked, running your free hand up his chest and taking a sip of the drink that was still in your hand. You looked up at Sam as you took a sip and watched the tiniest smile spread across his face. 

“Dunno,” he replied. “But I can tell you this… You’re not driving home tonight and Uber’s are way too expensive this time at night in the city. And me? I’m sleeping in Jake’s guestroom tonight and the bed is very big, and very warm, and very comfortable. If only I had someone to enjoy it with. And I was thinking that I really want pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. If I only had someone to go get some with.” he teased.

“It sounds like we need to find you a girl, Sam,” you teased back.

“Oh I found one. And I waited seven years for her. So I’m not letting her go now,” he said, giving you a squeeze and pulling you closer to him. 

You giggled and he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. You pulled away from him and started to walk back inside, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers with his. 

“So, do you still have that sparkly lip gloss?” he asked, sliding the door open for you and gesturing for you to go in first.

“Sam, we will not be fulfilling your teenage wet dream fantasies any time soon,” you replied with a laugh as you walked back into the party.

The two of you stood across from Josh and Ronnie at the beer pong table. As Sam rearranged the cups on the side closest to the two of you, he looked at you and leaned in a bit.

“Oh also, I’ll tell you another reason why I didn’t like What His Name. One time he said B.B. King was overrated, and I never forgave him for that.”

You laughed and pushed yourself into him just a bit. “Sam, you have to learn to let things go.”

“I would do that, but if I let you go, we wouldn’t be here. Now would we?” He said, aiming a ping pong ball at a cup, letting it go out of his fingers, and watching it land perfectly into the cup he aimed for. 

Author’s Note: I’ve never written angst before so I hope this works and people like it. Notice how it got cute and fluffy at the end because I can’t help myself? To the anon who asked for this, I hope I didn’t let you down. I truly had fun with this one so thank you!

Songs:

U2: I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

Briston Maroney: Under My Skin

B.B. King: Please Love Me

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[greekcookingmadeeasy]

Greek Garlic Sauce aka Skordalia with Bread and Beets

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Greek Garlic Sauce aka Skordalia with bread and beets - Skordalia me Pswmi kai Patzaria BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy

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SERVES  🍴⃒     PREP. TIME 🕔⃒       4-5                  10 min.

COOK. TIME ♨  DIFFIC. LEVEL 👩‍🍳⃒     30 min.                   Easy

Greek Skordalia also called Aliada, is a thick purée (sauce, dip, spread), traditionally made by combining crushed garlic with a bulky base, either of potatoes or soaked stale bread mixed with walnuts (or almonds). It is beaten with olive oil to make a smooth emulsion, to which vinegar is added. This particular recipe is a new, trendier version to the one made with bread by adding boiled beets, hence its wonderful, vivid red color. Skordalia is usually prepared to accompany fried Cod and is served on Greece's Independence Day on March 25. What do you think, would you like to try making it? Suitable for vegans and fasting.

INGREDIENTS: • 125 gr / 4.4 oz / 4 slices white or brown, stale Bread, weighed without crust • ½ cup / 60 gr / 2.1 oz Walnuts or Almonds • 2 Garlic Cloves • 2 boiled Beets, about 140 gr / 4.9 oz • 1/3 cup / 80 ml Extra Virgin Olive Oil (EVOO) • 35 ml / 2.5 tbsp. red wine Vinegar • Good quality coarse (kosher) Salt

METHOD: A. Make the Skordalia: 
Tips: a. The authentic recipe uses fresh (raw) garlic cloves. If you find garlic taste too strong, I suggest you bake the cloves in the oven, @160℃ / 325℉ for about 20'. Let them cool down and then add in the sauce. 
b. Beets should be washed, cleaned and then boil with skin on for about 30' or until tender. Let them cool down completely before using in the recipe. 1. Place the stale bread slices in a bowl filled with water.

  2. Keep them submerged by adding a weight (like a plate) on top of the bowl. 3. After 5’, squeeze the bread slices to remove their water. 4. Place soaked bread in a blender or food processor. 5. Beat them for a few seconds to turn into mash. 6. Add the walnuts (or almonds) and beat until they turn into mash as well and are blended with the bread. 7. Add the garlic cloves and continue beating. 8. Season with coarse Salt, to taste. 9. Pour in the vinegar next and continue beating. 10. Now pour in the Olive Oil very slowly and gradually into the sauce.

11. Beat the sauce a little longer for the garlic to be mashed completely, all ingredients to be homogenized, and the sauce to become smooth, thick and fluffy. Reserve. 12. Chop the boiled beets in small cubes.

13. As last ingredient, add the boiled beets in the blender and beat for a few minutes or until they are completely mashed and homogenized in the sauce.

  14. Stop the blender. Check the consistency of the Skordalia sauce. It should be a smooth paste. Taste also if extra salt is needed. 15. Pour the sauce in a nice deep bowl. 16. Skordalia is now ready. To garnish it, place a walnut in the middle. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and store it in the fridge.

B. Serving Suggestions:   Take Skordalia out of the fridge 1 hour before serving, to serve at room temp.

   For my festive table of 25th March, I have served my Skordalia with fried Cod Croquettes, boiled Beets Salad, brown bread and chilled Greek Beer.

This is the traditional meal Greek people consume on March 25th-Greece's Independence Day and the Annunciation of Virgin Mary! Bakaliaros and skordalia! Skordalia is fluffy, creamy and thick and has an appetizing, spicy, garlicky taste with the earthy undertones of the beets. And what about its beautiful deep red color!!

Try it on top of a hot piece of fried cod croquette, that's an unforgettable combo!

Enjoy this trendy, healthy, low cost sauce!

C. Storage Info: Skordalia can be prepared a few days ahead to save you some time. It can be stored, covered with plastic wrap, in the fridge for up to 1 week.

D. More Info about Skordalia and fried Cod: The name “Skordalia” is a compound noun from the Greek word “Skordo” i.e. garlic and from the Italian word “agliata” which also means garlicky. In the Ionian Islands that were Venetian-occupied but also in the Peloponnese, Skordalia is called Aliada from the Italian word aglio which means garlic. Skordalia is the modern equivalent of the Greek ancient word "Skorothalmo". On March 25th, National Independence Day and the Annunciation of Virgin Mary, all over Greece, the custom is to eat crispy, fried Cod fish with garlic sauce (Bakaliaros skordalia)! This has to do with the Lent before Easter, where no animals or animal products should be eaten, but the Orthodox Church allows an exception for the celebration of the Annunciation and that is Cod fish!

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Σκορδαλιά με Ψωμί και Παντζάρια BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy

ΜΕΡΙΔΕΣ🍴⃒   ΠΡΟΕΤΟΙΜΑΣΙΑ 🕔⃒   4-5                     10 min.

ΜΑΓΕΙΡΕΜΑ ♨  ΒΑΘΜ. ΔΥΣΚΟΛΙΑΣ 👩‍🍳⃒     30 min.                     Εύκολο

Η Σκορδαλιά ή Αλιάδα, είναι ένας παχύρρευστος πουρές (σάλτσα, ντιπ, άλειμμα) που παραδοσιακά παρασκευάζεται συνδυάζοντας λιωμένο σκόρδο με μια βάση είτε από πατάτες ή μουσκεμένο, μπαγιάτικο ψωμί αναμεμειγμένο με καρύδια (ή αμύγδαλα). Χτυπιέται με ελαιόλαδο για να γίνει ένας λείος χυλός, στον οποίο προστίθεται ξύδι. Η συγκεκριμένη συνταγή είναι μια νέα, μοντέρνα εκδοχή αυτής που φτιάχνεται με ψωμί προσθέτοντας βραστά παντζάρια, εξ ου και το υπέροχο, ζωηρό κόκκινο χρώμα της. Η Σκορδαλιά συνήθως ετοιμάζεται για να συνοδεύσει τηγανητό μπακαλιάρο – όπως είναι γνωστή «Μπακαλιάρος σκορδαλιά» για την γιορτή της 25ης Μαρτίου. Τι λέτε, θέλετε να μάθετε πώς να τη φτιάξετε; Κατάλληλη για Βίγκαν και νηστεία.

ΥΛΙΚΑ: • 125 γρ / 4,4 oz / 4 φέτες λευκό ή μαύρο, μπαγιάτικο Ψωμί, ζυγισμένο χωρίς κόρα • ½ φλ. / 60 γρ / 2,1 oz Καρύδια ή Αμύγδαλα • 2 Σκελίδες Σκόρδο • 2 Παντζάρια βρασμένα, περίπου 140 γρ / 4,9 oz • 1/3 φλ. / 80 ml Εξαιρετικό Παρθένο Ελαιόλαδο • 35 ml / 2,5 κ.σ. Ξύδι από κόκκινο κρασί • Καλής ποιότητας χοντρό Αλάτι

ΜΕΘΟΔΟΣ: Α. Φτιάξτε τη Σκορδαλιά: Συμβουλές: α. Η αυθεντική συνταγή χρησιμοποιεί φρέσκες (ωμές) σκελίδες σκόρδο. Αν σας φαίνεται πολύ έντονη η γεύση του σκόρδου, σας προτείνω να τις ψήσετε στο φούρνο, στους 160℃ / 325℉ για περίπου 20'. Αφήστε να κρυώσουν και μετά προσθέστε τις στη Σκορδαλιά. β. Τα παντζάρια πρέπει να πλυθούν, να καθαριστούν και μετά να βράσουν με το φλούδι τους για περίπου 30' ή μέχρι να μαλακώσουν. Αφήστε τα να κρυώσουν εντ��λώς πριν τα χρησιμοποιήσετε στη συνταγή. 1. Βάλτε τις μπαγιάτικες φέτες ψωμιού σε ένα μπολ γεμάτο με νερό.

2. Κρατήστε τις βυθισμένες προσθέτοντας ένα βάρος (σαν πιάτο) πάνω από το μπολ. 3. Μετά από 5’ στύψτε τις φέτες ψωμιού να φύγει το νερό τους. 4. Βάλτε το μουλιασμένο ψωμί σε μπλέντερ ή επεξεργαστή τροφίμων-μουλτι. 5. Χτυπήστε για λίγα δευτερόλεπτα να γίνουν πουρές. 6. Προσθέστε τα καρύδια (ή τα αμύγδαλα) και χτυπήστε μέχρι να γίνουν και αυτά πουρές και να ανακατευτούν με το ψωμί. 7. Προσθέστε τις σκελίδες σκόρδο και συνεχίστε το χτύπημα. 8. Προσθέστε χοντρό αλάτι, κατά βούληση. 9. Στη συνέχεια ρίξτε μέσα το ξύδι και συνεχίστε το χτύπημα. 10. Τώρα ρίξτε μέσα το ελαιόλαδο πολύ αργά και σταδιακά (σαν κορδόνι) μέσα στη σάλτσα.

11. Χτυπήστε λίγο ακόμα τη σκορδαλιά ώστε να πολτοποιηθεί τελείως το σκόρδο, να ομογενοποιηθούν όλα τα υλικά και να γίνει λεία, πυκνή και αφράτη. Κρατήστε τη στην άκρη. 12. Κόψτε τα βρασμένα παντζάρια σε κυβάκια.

13. Σα τελευταίο υλικό προσθέστε τα βρασμένα παντζάρια στο μπλέντερ με τη σκροδαλιά και χτυπήστε για λίγα λεπτά ή μέχρι να πολτοποιηθούν τελείως και να ομογενοποιηθούν μέσα στη σκορδαλιά.

14. Σταματήστε το μπλέντερ. Ελέγξτε τη συνοχή της Σκορδαλιάς. Θα πρέπει να είναι μια λεία πάστα. Δοκιμάστε επίσης αν χρειάζεται επιπλέον αλάτι. 15. Βάλτε τη Σκορδαλιά σε ένα ωραίο βαθύ μπολ. 16. Έτοιμη η Σκορδαλιά. Για να τη γαρνίρετε, βάλτε στη μέση της ένα καρύδι. Σκεπάστε το μπολ με πλαστική μεμβράνη και φυλάξτε τη στο ψυγείο.

B. Προτάσεις σερβιρίσματος: Βγάλτε τη Σκορδαλιά από το ψυγείο 1 ώρα πριν τη σερβίρετε, για να τη σερβίρετε σε θερμοκρασία δωματίου.

Για το γιορτινό μου τραπέζι της 25ης Μαρτίου, έχω σερβίρει τη Σκορδαλιά μου με τηγανητές κροκέτες μπακαλιάρου, βραστά παντζάρια σαλάτα, μαύρο ψωμί και παγωμένη Ελληνική μπύρα.

Αυτό είναι το παραδοσιακό γεύμα που καταναλώνουν οι Έλληνες την 25η Μαρτίου - Ημέρα Ανεξαρτησίας της Ελλάδας και Ευαγγελισμός της Θεοτόκου! Μπακαλιάρος σκορδαλιά! Η Σκορδαλιά είναι αφράτη, βελούδινη και πηχτή με μια ορεκτική, πικάντικη, σκορδάτη γεύση και γήινους τόνους των παντζαριών. Και τι λέτε για το όμορφο βαθύ κόκκινο χρώμα της!!

Δοκιμάστε τη πάνω από ένα ζεστό κομμάτι κροκέτα τηγανισμένου μπακαλιάρου, ένας αξέχαστος συνδυασμός!

Απολαύστε αυτή τη μοντέρνα, υγιεινή, χαμηλού κόστους σάλτσα!

Γ. Πληροφορίες φύλαξης: Η Σκορδαλιά μπορεί να ετοιμαστεί λίγες μέρες πριν για να σας εξοικονομήσει λίγο χρόνο. Διατηρείται καλυμμένη με πλαστική μεμβράνη στο ψυγείο για έως και 1 εβδομάδα.

Δ. Περισσότερες πληροφορίες για τη Σκορδαλιά και τον τηγανητό μπακαλιάρο: Το όνομα “Σκορδαλιά” είναι ένα σύνθετο ουσιαστικό από την Ελληνική λέξη σκόρδο και από την Ιταλική agliata πού σημαίνει επίσης σκορδάτη. Στα Ιόνια νησιά που ήταν Ενετοκρατούμενα αλλά και στη Πελοπόννησο, τη σκορδαλιά τη λένε Αλιάδα από την Ιταλική λέξη aglio που σημαίνει σκόρδο. Η σκορδαλιά είναι το σύγχρονο αντίστοιχο της ελληνικής αρχαίας λέξης «Σκορόθαλμος». Την 25η Μαρτίου, ημέρα της Εθνικής Ανεξαρτησίας και Ευαγγελισμού της Θεοτόκου, σε όλη την Ελλάδα, το έθιμο είναι να τρώμε τραγανό, τηγανητό μπακαλιάρο με Σκορδαλιά! Αυτό έχει να κάνει με τη Σαρακοστή πριν το Πάσχα, όπου δεν πρέπει να τρώγονται ζωικά προϊόντα, αλλά η Ορθόδοξη Εκκλησία επιτρέπει εξαίρεση για τον εορτασμό του Ευαγγελισμού της Θεοτόκου και αυτό είναι ο Μπακαλιάρος!

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[scotchfield]

Fruity Ramen Noodles

Fruity Ramen Noodles

5 bushels spinach

0.75 quarts crab

0.25 smidgens beer

2 coffee cups jalapeño

1 dash mango

1.5 bushels gumbo

0.25 dry pints quesadilla

10 dry pints kingfish

0.5 coffee cups potato

3 coffee scoops almonds

7 drops fondue

2 cook's cups asparagus

9 fluid oz. (UK) walnuts

1 fluid oz. honey

1.75 fluid oz. ketchup

In a large bowl, mix together asparagus and ketchup. Let beer rest for 5 minutes. Sift together kingfish and fondue in a large bowl. Tip and rotate pan to spread crab as thinly as possible. Cook for 2 to 3 minutes, until bubbles appear on the sides and center of each walnuts. In a large pot of salted boiling water, cook gumbo for 8 to 10 minutes or until al dente. In a saucepan over medium heat, mix together the quesadilla and honey. In a large bowl, mix together jalapeño and mango. Stir into spinach until just blended. Scoop into muffin cups. Place potato in a large, deep skillet. Flip over when the almonds is set and the edges are beginning to brown.

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Colombian Carne Asada with Ají Picante

Serving: 6

Ingredients

For the steak

1 1/2 pounds flank steak

1 teaspoon ground cumin

1/2 teaspoon dried oregano

1/2 teaspoon kosher salt

freshly cracked black pepper

1 tablespoon olive oil

3 garlic cloves, crushed

3 scallions cut into 1 inch lengths

3/4 cup light beer

For the ají picante

2 tablespoons lime juice

1/2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh cilantro

1/4 cup seeded and finely chopped tomato

1 tablespoon finely minced fresh jalapeño or serrano pepper

1/4 teaspoon plus 1/8 teaspoon kosher salt

cooking spray

Directions

For the steak

Using a sharp knife, lightly score the steak about 1/8 inch deep on both sides in a crisscross pattern at 1/2 inch intervals. Put the steak in a shallow glass baking dish.

In a small bowl, combine the cumin, oregano, salt, and a few turns of black pepper. Rub the olive oil and garlic over both sides of the steak, and then rub in the spice mix. Add the scallions and beer, turn the steak over a few times to coat both sides, cover the dish, and refrigerate for at least 3 hours, turning occasionally, or as long as overnight.

For the ají picante

In a medium jar or container with a fitted lid, combine 1/4 cup water, the lime juice, vinegar scallions, cilantro tomato jalapeño and salt. Refrigerate until ready to use and up to 2 days.

Preheat the grill

Lightly oil the grate. Remove the steaks from the marinade discarding the marinade and grill to desired doneness.

Transfer steaks to a cutting board and let rest 5 minutes. Thinly slice the steaks across the grain.

Transfer to a platter and serve with aji picante on the side.

Notes

Source

This original recipe is from The Skinnytaste Cookbook by Gina Homolka (sixth image down).

Check the cut

There are plenty of lean cuts of meat (those containing less than 10 grams of total fat and 4.5 grams or less saturated fat per 3.5-ounce serving), but in general, round and sirloin steaks are your best bet. Tenderloin (aka filet mignon) and flank steak are also good choices. And, of course, you can always consult with the butcher.

Make the grade

The three different "grades" of beef indicate the amount of marbling or fat the cut contains. Prime has the most fat, choice has less, and select has the least. hoose select and choice cuts more often than not; they're not only lower in calories and fat, they're also less expensive.

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