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#I took the one in the denim jacket at work because I thought I looked like shatterstar from deadpool two
steddieas-shegoes · 3 months
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Mama Munson made Eddie’s Halloween costumes from scratch every year. She said it was because it looked cooler, but as he got older, he realized it was because she used scraps and cheap fabrics to make them and that’s all they could afford.
But his costumes were always great. Every year was better than the last.
When he got too old for trick or treating, she used Halloween night to teach him how to sew.
“For that jacket you wanna wear so bad, baby.”
It took a lot of effort, and a little bit of help for the thicker patches, but he managed to finish it in a few weeks.
That year for Christmas, he made her and Wayne battle jackets with their favorite bands and singers.
It became the thing he gave to important people.
Shortly after Vecna, when he was stuck in bed for nearly a month healing, he had his mom run to the store in Indy and start grabbing patches. Wayne found denim jackets from the donation store, surprised anything was left at all with how much people needed right now.
Eddie made all the kids jackets, even Max, who would probably think it was stupid in the same way she thought Lucas holding her hand was stupid (not at all).
He made Robin one, with a hidden rainbow flag patch on the inside pocket.
Nancy got one, even Argyle and Jonathan got one.
Steve didn’t.
Eddie didn’t know how to make it a friendly gesture, how to not make it look like he was screaming from the rooftops that he’d fallen hard for the guy who almost single-handedly saved his life. He was certain that giving him the jacket he made would be the end of the daily visits, the joking around, the fun.
“Baby, you think he don’t know?”
Eddie’s mama was trying not to laugh when he unloaded on her while he stitched the last patch to the front.
“He visits you every day, sometimes for hours, sometimes has to be dragged out by nurses, and ya think he don’t know?”
As usual, she had a point.
So Eddie was brave, gave Steve the jacket the next day when he stopped by.
Steve was silent as he took in every patch and pin, even the section of glitter glue Erica had insisted he add. Eddie played with his bare fingers, wishing now more than ever that he had his rings back.
Finally, Steve looked up, watery smile pointed right at Eddie.
“I love it. And you.”
Mama Munson slapped the back of his head gently later while Steve slept in the chair by his bed.
“I told ya so!” Her whisper was enough to make Steve shift around, his grip on Eddie’s hand tightening momentarily. “May have lost a nipple, but got yourself a boyfriend. That’s the Munson way.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Oh, Wayne never told you about losing his nipple in ‘Nam? Flirted with the medic and blamed it on blood loss, but wouldn’t ya know? The medic was a little light in his loafers, too!”
Eddie rolled his eyes.
“Wayne didn’t lose a nipple. You’re makin’ shit up again.”
“I ain’t never lied to ya! You ask Wayne tomorrow. There’s a reason he don’t ever go shirtless at the lake.”
And sure enough, the next day, Wayne lifted his shirt and showed Eddie where he had nothing but a scar where his nipple should be.
“So what about the medic?”
“Oh! Grant.” Wayne smiled. “We still write to each other sometimes. He’s married, got a few kids.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. We wouldn’t have worked anyway. He lives in Maine. Can’t imagine dealin’ with moose.”
Mama Munson just raised her brows from her chair and smirked.
When Steve came by after his shift, he was wearing his jacket and the biggest smile Eddie’s ever seen.
“Anything new?”
“Nothin’ really. Just found out I’ve got a lot more in common with Wayne than I thought.”
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sweetbbarnes · 10 months
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GODDESS
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postTFATWS!BuckyBarnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: You’re still trying to figure out how a healthy relationship works. Bucky is more than happy to show you.
Warnings: mentions of a past toxic relationship, reader is insecure, feelings (because it’s me), Bucky being the sweetest man possible (yes, he’s a warning), established healthy relationship, a tiny bit of possessive!Bucky (in a healthy way), SMUT, exhibitionism, fingering, talks about birth control, unprotected sex, cum kink (sort of), possessive sex (you have to squint), praise, p in v, let me know if I forgot something.
A/N: I was daydreaming about this yesterday and I just had to write, if you like it please let me know. Also I changed my username ‘cause I didn’t like the old one that much.
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You clutch your jacket tightly, your knuckles turning white as you secure the denim fabric around you — a nervous habit you've developed over time. You had intended to change before Bucky arrived, but he showed up earlier than expected, leaving you no time, so you just took the first jacked you saw and covered yourself. Insecurities flood your mind as you open the door for him. He gives you a tight hug that communicates how much he missed you, but instead of embracing him back, you just clutch your jacket harder. A shield, of sorts.
"Are you okay, sweetheart? Are you cold?" Bucky asks, concern etched on his face as he gently rubs your hips with his leather covered thumbs.
"I'm not sure about this dress," you admit, avoiding his gaze.
"Why? Don't you like how you look? Let me see it," he suggests, releasing his grip on you, giving you space to remove your jacket.
Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you summon the courage to reveal yourself. It’s a pretty dress, used to be one of your favorites, actually, but you retired it after it caused your ex to almost hit you for “wearing something so revealing”. Today, as you were searching for an outfit and found it hidden at the bottom of your wardrobe, you couldn’t help but choose it, as you felt an overwhelming sense of freedom after trying it on. Now, though, you’re not so sure anymore.
You feel the cold air touching your bare arms and brace yourself for the harsh words, echoes of your past relationship lingering inside your brain. But Bucky remains silent, intensifying your anxiety. It has only been a few months since you started dating the supersoldier, and while you've seen no signs of violence from him, you're still guarded, prepared if the moment comes. Bucky is a gentleman, but so was your ex at the beginning.
"I can change if you want," you quickly offer, seeking to appease any potential displeasure.
"Why would I want you to change?" Something in his voice prompts you to open your eyes. Rather than the disappointment you were expecting, there’s some kind of amazement and even lust as he looks at you up and down. Not a single trace of anger.
The gentleness of his question gives you enough courage to ask, “don’t you think I look like a slut?”
Bucky's eyes shoot up to meet yours, a little shocked, but upon noticing the fear in them his face softens with understanding, and he steps closer, enfolding you in his arms. “Darlin’, you look like a fucking Goddess.” He gently kisses your forehead. “Absolutely stunning.”
Bucky knows about your past relationship and the emotional scars it left behind. When he met you, you were a mess. He thought that an ex-assassin would be the last person you’d choose to date after everything, but apparently he did something right, and the moment you accepted him in your life he vowed to himself he’d do anything to show you what a genuine, nurturing love feels like.
"Are you sure? You're not... mad? I mean, that other men will look at me.” you ask hesitantly.
"Why would I be mad?" Bucky responds, his voice filled with sincerity. Despite the heartbreak upon seeing you so scared, he manages a tiny smirk. "They can look; only I get to touch."
You remain uncertain. Your previous boyfriend, when he was in a good mood, had also claimed not to care when you dressed like this — until another guy so much as glanced your way.
Sensing your hesitation, Bucky leads you to your bedroom, positioning you in front of the mirror and standing behind you. As you gaze at your reflection, he notices the sparkle in your eyes and the joy that emanates from within. You like how you look in the dress, and that realization instantly makes it Bucky's favorite.
His leather-clad hands gently trail along your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Do you feel beautiful?" he asks, admiring your form as much as you do.
You answer, blushing and avoiding his eyes, "Yes."
"And do you feel comfortable?" he inquires further.
You hesitate, your thoughts momentarily scattered. Then, you consider his words and the scenario he paints.
"I... Well..." you trail off, contemplating the tiny sparkle of confidence starting to bloom inside your chest.
"Forget about me for a moment. Imagine you're single, going out with your girlfriends. Do you feel comfortable then?" Bucky prompts.
You ponder his question, allowing yourself to envision the scenario. After a brief moment, you respond, "Yes, I do.”
Bucky raises his hand, cupping your cheek and tilting your head until your eyes meet in the mirror. A proud smile graces his lips.
"Then that's the outfit you're wearing tonight," he declares, his voice filled with certainty and adoration.
You smile timidly at him, not really sure how to deal with this… respect, coming from a boyfriend. His hand starts to travel down through your stomach.
“When the other dudes look at you, and they will…” Bucky lowers his mouth to the shell of your ear and whispers, “I’ll make sure to show them that you’re mine, alright?”
His words cut straight to your core, and you involuntarily press your ass against him, feeling his already hard length. You gasp. He whispers your name.
“Keep doing this and we’re not gonna leave this bedroom tonight.” He murmurs with a deep tone.
“Would it be so bad?” You fake pout, grinding against him again, on purpose this time.
“Well, I really want to show you off in that outfit, so…” He says, but can’t help himself from lowering his hands to the hem of your dress, leaving goosebumps along the way.
“Bucky…” You sigh when he starts giving lingering kisses along the curve of your neck and the bottom of your earlobe.
“But I suppose we have some time before our lateness becomes socially unacceptable, right?” He whispers, sneaking two fingers under the fabric, millimeters away from where you need his touch the most.
“How much?” You ask, watching as Bucky frees his flesh hand from the glove to let you know what’s about to happen.
“Enough,” he says, dragging one finger along your clothed cunt, and moaning at your drenched panties. “Already, baby?”
You only hum in response. He uses his other hand to pull down your panties and lightly tap on your hip, signaling you to step off of them. You obey. Returning his fingers to where they were before, he drags them along your lips, collecting your wetness, and starts the slow circles on your clit. Mustering that confidence Bucky just unburied from a locked place inside your brain, you cover his hand with yours and guide him to your entrance.
“No teasing,” you plead.
Bucky chuckles. “What a greedy woman you are.”
He circles your entrance for a few moments before slowly inserting two digits all the way up, your wet walls making it easy for him. You moan, relieved, and rest the back of your head on his shoulder.
“That enough to make you roll your eyes, darlin’?”
You try rolling your hips, but Bucky quickly encircles your waist with his metal arm, firming his grip so you remain still.
“Please, Bucky…”
“Oh, baby, you know I can’t resist when you beg,” he kisses and bites your shoulder, then curls his fingers inside of you, his knuckles rubbing on that delicious spot inside your hole as he presses his clothed cock against your ass again, “and look at this dress, see what you do to me?”
You feel a twitch in your stomach when Bucky starts stimulating your clit with his thumb, along with the in-and-out movement of his fingers.
“Open those beautiful eyes for me, would ya’?” He asks softly. “See how pretty you get when you beg like that.”
You silently thank the universe that he’s firmly holding you, because his words make your knees almost give in. Panting, you comply with his request, fixing your gaze in the spot where he’s fingering you under your dress. Just like everything else about you, he notices the direction of your eyes.
“You wanna see it, baby? Wanna watch while I fuck you with my fingers?” He asks carefully, amusement lacing his deep voice.
You whimper, imagining the sight, and nod frantically.
“Go ahead, dirty girl.” He encourages.
Satisfied with the permission, you lift one of your legs and place your foot at the bottom of your bed, granting you two full access to the view. You both watch Bucky’s motions in awe, the wetness that covers his fingers reflecting the dim light of the room, silent except for the squishy noises his fingers make as he fucks them into your pussy. The sight almost makes Bucky drop down to his knees to worship you like the Goddess he honestly thinks you are. Actually,  if he didn’t know you’re only standing because of his arm around you, he’d probably do just that.
“Like what you see?” He whispers in your year.
You moan in approval, trying to move your hips, but Bucky’s grip is strong, and he smirks.
“Magic word?”
“Faster.” You demand suddenly.
That’s not quite the word Bucky was expecting, but he’s too stunned by your behavior to care. You two had sex before — as soon as you gave him indication that you wanted it, because how could he resist you? —, but it was always so… loving. I mean, Bucky really wants to show you how tender real love can be, but he’s absolutely relishing this newfound confident side of yours. Never had he imagined you could be so filthy, and he really wants to beat the shit out of your ex for making you think that you have to hide it. Also, as he had already imagined it would, your slight dominance leaves him at your mercy, and he moans as he pleases you, fastening his movements.
That familiar knot starts to build up in your belly, and you try hard not to roll your eyes, not wanting to miss a single moment of the view.
“Bucky…” you call, finding it harder and harder to breathe. “I’m gonna come.”
“Do it, baby. Let go for me.” He whispers next to your ear, satisfied to feel your tight walls clenching his fingers. “You’re such a good girl. So fucking beautiful in this dress.”
With the fog of pleasure taking over your brain as the words hit your ears, you moan loudly and let the overwhelming feeling consume you. Bucky can’t quite keep himself from grinding against your ass as you drench his fingers with your sweet nectar, whimpering while he fingers you all the way through your orgasm. He watches, grunting in pleasure, as you fight your eyelids from closing, until you can’t control yourself anymore, going limp into his arms and rolling your eyes with relief.
Coming down from the high, you look at him through the mirror, smiling sheepishly as you watch him raise the two fingers he just used to make you come and suck them hungrily, licking until there’s no trace of your orgasm anymore. Finding it hard to decide if he should compose himself and drag both your horny asses to the bar or toss you in bed and keep your legs spread open for him to eat out as he pleases until the morning lights, an idea pops into his head.
“You’re on birth control, right?” He asks. He never fucked you bare before, so he never had to ask, but, well… There's a first time for everything, right?
“I am, why?” You ask, still a little dizzy.
He smirks, then gets you by the waist and tosses you in bed unceremoniously, making you gasp in surprise and then giggle.
“Bucky, we have to go.” You remind him, but give no indication that you’ll get up.
You watch as your boyfriend determinedly undresses himself, unashamedly staring at his built up body. The muscles from his abdomen tightens as he bends down to get rid of his jeans, and you lick your lips seeing his long length being freed, already hard with need.
“Sam’s got time. He can wait.” He answers, using his knees to spread your thighs apart as he positions himself right where he belongs: between them.
You make a motion to undress yourself, but when Bucky realizes what you’re doing, he stops you.
“Keep the dress.” He says, and you lay back.
You feel the coldness of Bucky’s dog tags touch the skin of your chest as he towers over you, using his metal hand to support himself and the flesh one to cup your cheek and caress it with his thumb. His expression turns into a soft one.
“When those guys out there look at you dressed like this…” he teases your over sensitive entrance with his tip, the sensation almost too overwhelming. Almost. “They’ll desire you, baby, and they’ll have no clue that you’re walking around with my cum dripping from this pretty pussy.”
With one swift motion, he enters you, unable to contain the pornographic moan that leaves his lips. You gasp in surprise, both from the lack of a condom and from the fact that Bucky never filled you up so abruptly like this. You’re not complaining, though, as you feel his bare skin stretching your soft walls.
“You like that, baby?” He asks when you raise your hands to his short hair and pull it. “Everyone will see you in this beautiful dress and they won’t even imagine that I just fucked the shit out of you in it.”
Bucky slowly – so slowly – takes his cock out of your hole, leaving just the tip, and sharply enters you again, earning an almost scream from your lips.
“Want them to know…” you manage to say hoarsely “Want them to know I’m yours.”
Your words hit Bucky in an instinctive place of his brain, awakening all those raw feelings of protection and possessiveness inside his subconscious, and he almost finishes then and there. He thrusts into you vigorously once again before answering.
“Oh, they will,” if you had the mind to pay attention, you'd notice his voice just got impossibly lower, “we’ll show them, alright? You and me.”
Bucky loses the ability to make coherent sentences as he feels your walls clenching around him, a sign that you’re already getting close again. Without hesitation, he fastens his movements, losing himself in the feeling of your soft interior.
His thrusts are harsh, but still caring in a way, since you know he’s not doing it to hurt you, but to please you. He kisses you passionately, holding your face and licking the inside of your mouth, because if he's being honest with himself, if you keep almost screaming his name like you were, he might as well not last as long as he needs to make you come again.
You wrap your legs around his waist, the new angle making you feel him even deeper inside your cunt, and he almost loses it when he feels you dragging your heels along his lower back.
With one hand, you scratch his back hard enough to feel his warm blood staining your fingers, growing desperate with the tight knot that’s once again forming inside you. Bucky kisses and bites and licks your neck, not giving a damn about the pain — enjoying it, even. Your other hand goes straight to your clit and you start treating yourself with just the right amount of pressure and speed. The action, of course, doesn’t go unnoticed by Bucky, and he grunts in approval.
The headboard slams into the wall as Bucky feels his movements start to become a little sloppy. “Gonna come.” He says, panting “Gonna come inside you, baby. Gonna make you all mine.”
A jolt of electricity travels down your spine, getting you closer and closer to the edge, and you buckle your hips up in excitement.
“Let go, Bucky.” You command, making him roll his eyes. “Fill me up, make me yours.”
“Need you to come first, darlin’. Need to feel you co- Ah” Bucky’s request is interrupted by the loud moan you let out when you finally snap, no longer able to control your second orgasm of the day. He follows you not a long time after, as you can feel his hot seed painting your walls white, and he drops his forehead to your shoulder.
You don’t even have a chance to catch your breath when you feel his thick fingers once again entering your overstimulated pussy. You whimper, holding his wrist.
“Just a little bit, sweetheart,” he coos, “gotta make sure it stays inside.”
You whimper again, but let him do his thing, hearing the squishy noises his fingers make as they shove every drop of his seed all the way up before it slips away. Then he proceeds to get up, put on his clothes and retrieve your panties from the floor.
“Can you lift your legs for me, doll?” He asks, and you obey. “That’s my good girl.”
Bucky slides the piece of lingerie up your legs, until they’re back to their place — securing his cum inside of you — and helps you get up, holding your hips until he’s sure you can still walk.
Just as you were going to comment on the plans you two have, you hear Bucky’s phone ringing from his pocket.
“Hi, Sam.” He answers, staring at you. “We’re on our way. We had a little bit of a… situation.” A playful smirk adorns his lips as he says that. “No, I didn’t make her up, Sam. She’s real, we’re just a little late.”
You chuckle. When Bucky invited you to meet his friend — Bucky calls him a colleague, but you can see by the look on his eyes that he cares about him like a dear friend — Sam Wilson (yes, the Captain America), he warned you Sam would probably question if you’re real, since he can’t believe the “bionic staring machine” could be so charming as to find a girl for himself.
Said staring machine hangs up the phone and gives you a peck on the lips.
“Ready?”
He guides you to the door after you secure him you can walk by yourself, opening it for you like the gentleman he is. However, before you can get out, he stops you.
You look at him questioningly.
“Everyone will know that you’re mine,” he reassures, “and if you behave…” he lowers his head until you can feel his warm breath against the skin of your ear, “when we get back, I’ll make sure to worship you like the fucking Goddess you are.”
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ilyasorokinn · 5 months
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could i also request a blurb with quinn hughes?? maybe something about the first time you see him on the ice with the c on his jersey? or a surprise/whatever you want to write works too!
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i love this idea! thanks bre *muah*
tw: children/kids (nephew)
it was no secret your little nephew loved your boyfriend. theo loved quinn, and it was no surprise why. quinn was like the cooler older brother he didn't have (who was way older than him, but still).
quinn took theo to games, taught him to play hockey, and was theo's show-and-tell object, which definitely got him some brownie points with his friends. and when you were in town, theo's favorite thing quinn did was pick him up in his cool car and they could get ice cream afterward.
when quinn was announced as the new captain, your sister sent you a video of theo running around the house excitedly, talking a mile a minute about what he would do when he saw quinn the next time.
so, your sister made sure theo was in town for quinn's first game. you got theo a little jersey for theo with the new 'c' patch on the front, a gift quinn had yet to see.
after dropping quinn off at rogers, you quickly drove over to the hotel your sister and her family were staying out. you were greeted with your sister, brother-in-law, and of course, theo.
you jumped out of the car and greeted them, before turning your attention to theo, "so, little man, i have a surprise for you. it's more so a surprise for uncle q, but it's a present for you." as you suspected, theo perked up at the word present.
"present?" you led him to the trunk of your car and pulled the little jersey out of the bag, "wow." his eyes went wide.
"y/n..." your sister and brother-in-law breathed out when they saw the jersey in their son's hands.
"please don't worry. it's my job as an aunt to spoil him." you smiled, nudging her, "plus, there's something new, which is a surprise for uncle q." you turned the jersey around so he could see the new 'c' patch, "what does the c stand for, theo?"
"captain!" he cheered.
"that's right." you gave him a high-five, "now, are you ready to kick some oilers butt?"
"yeah!" theo cheered.
"all right!" you cheered, helping him into the car seat while your sister and brother-in-law got into the other seats.
after getting to the arena, you gave your sister and brother-in-law your seats, then went down to the ice and waited for warm-ups to start.
"are you so excited, theo?" theo nodded his head, the biggest smile on his face you'd ever seen. you heard cheers and looked up at the jumbotron, smiling when you saw yourself and theo on the big screen, "look." you pointed up to the screen.
theo looked up and smiled bashfully when he saw himself on the screen. when the camera moved onto someone else, theo turned back, to you, his eyes wide, "that was so cool, aunty y/n." he beamed.
a few minutes later, the boys skated out and the crowd cheered louder than you'd ever heard them. you watched quinn appear on the jumbotron, smiling to yourself. he spotted you waiting by the family section of the glass. he knew theo there, so he made sure to grab a puck before he skated over.
he practically skidded to a halt when you noticed the 'c' patched onto theo's new little jersey. he looked over at you, wide-eyed, and you showed him the same 'c' patch on your denim jacket. you thought he was gonna cry in that moment but he, instead, turned to theo and tossed the puck over.
theo jumped up and down as he clutched the puck to his chest. quinn smiled and gave him a fist bump through the glass. you posed for a few pictures that would probably be posted to every canucks social media account, before giving quinn one more good luck fist bump and making your way to your seat.
you did shed a couple tears when quinn was handed the jersey with the 'c' on it, and you took a million pictures because you were a proud girlfriend. plus, the canucks didn't just kick oilers butt, but they also wiped the floor with them. it was a pretty good season opener.
after the game, you held theo's hand the entire way down to the tunnel while your sister and brother-in-law walked behind you, smiling as theo recapped the entire game as if you weren't sitting next to him.
when quinn came out, theo left you in the dust and sprinted over to him and jumped into his arms. much like he had done to you, theo began recapping the entire game.
theo refused to be carried by anyone other than quinn, so quinn carried him to the car, you by his side. after dropping your family off at their hotel, you and quinn drove around a little, not wanting to go home quite yet.
"that was a pretty good game, captain." you smiled over at him.
"it was pretty good." he smiled back, giving your hand a squeeze as you continued to drive. the rest of the ride was pretty quiet but it was nice. just you and quinn, driving through the city after a canucks win, quinn's first as captain.
yeah, things were good.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months
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Steve knew how to stitch, and he knew how to sew. They were all skills his grandparents had taught him. His paternal grandfather, the doctor, his maternal grandmother, the seamstress. Eddie was currently lying in the hospital, moping about his scars. He was no longer wanted for murder but he was still in pain and scarred for life. Steve wanted to cheer him up, so he got him a teddy bear, but it needed something else. He decided to look for clothes for the bear, and he ended up in the children's section where he found a denim jacket along with a white shirt. He managed to find something to use as devil horns. When he got home, he got to work stitching the horns onto the bear and cut the sleeves off of the jacket.
The next day, his last day off, he went straight to the hospital carrying the bear. Shit, should he have gotten him flowers? Do guys get flowers for other guys? Steve spotted one of Eddie's nurses, the one who always gave Eddie the stink eye and talked nasty about him when she thought he was asleep. She was gushing about the flowers her boyfriend had just gotten for her. Steve waited until she left with her friend. He swooped in and took a flower from the bouquet, hiding it behind his back before hurrying off to Eddie's room. He was alone watching Scooby-Doo and singing along with the theme song.
"You know we got a mystery to solve, so, Scooby Doo, be ready for your act. Don't hold back and, Scooby Doo, if you come through, you're gonna have yourself a Scooby Snack. That's a fact," Eddie sang loudly and purposely off key, grinning excitedly at the screen.
Steve grinned fondly from the door. Dear god, this man was cute.
"Hey, Eddie," Steve greeted.
"Stevie!" Eddie exclaimed. "Whatcha got there?"
"It's Teddy Munson!" Steve said, whipping out the bear.
Eddie gasped, making grabby hands for the bear. Steve handed it over.
"Where the hell did you find this?" Eddie asked.
"I found the bear, but I added the other stuff. I cut up a baby's jacket and stitched on the devil horns," Steve shrugged.
"You made this. . .for me?" Eddie asked softly, his eyes wide as he clutched the bear to his chest. "Why?"
"Because you've been kind of mopey being stuck in here, and I thought you could use some cheering up. And I . . . I like you," Steve said.
"You like me?"
"Yes."
"You like me?"
"Yes!" Steve exclaimed and presented the flower to him.
"That tells me nothing!" Eddie exclaimed.
"I stole it from the nurse that's been giving you a hard a hard time," Steve said.
"You stole this from the Mistress of Evil?" Eddie asked, smirking. "Oh, you like like me!"
"Yes!" Steve blushed.
"Come here!" Eddie demanded.
"Why?"
"So I can eat your face," Eddie replied.
Steve laughed but let Eddie pull him in for a kiss. Steve pulled away and leaned his forehead against his.
"You are so cute," Steve said.
"Not as cute as you. Do you want to watch Scooby-Doo with me?" Eddie asked and pulled back the covers.
"I'm not sure I can fit," Steve said.
"I think you can, big boy," Eddie replied.
Steve snorted before gently crawling into bed beside Eddie, who carefully settled against him. Eddie hugged the bear tightly against his chest.
"Sorry, I didn't think to look for pins for his vest," Steve replied.
"Baby, you made me a bear with horns. It's more than perfect. Besides, I've got the perfect pins for our little guy," Eddie cooed.
It wasn't long before Eddie was nodding off in Steve's arms, and before long, Steve was asleep as well with the bear nestled between them.
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ineylesian · 6 months
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THRASH
SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X READER
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AO3 | KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST
DEBRIEF | ghost has been avoiding you since your last deployment. you think he’s hiding something.
WARNINGS | smut, handjobs, slight degrading, semi public sex, dom! reader kinda?, smug ghost
WORD COUNT | 1k
THIS WORK IS MEANT TO BE READ IN AN ADULT READER’S POINT OF VIEW. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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Finally.
“Where are you going, Riley?”
Your hand encloses around the base of his arm, twisting cruelly as the other spins him your way. Black polyester shifts at your fingertips, and you feel his muscles twitch under the jacket.
Ghost looks down at you, eyes faintly parted in shock. You nearly recoil at the sight. His features are ridden with fatigue— eyeblack smudged carelessly around his lashes, hollowing out sunken eye bags that make it look like he hasn’t slept for days.
You open your mouth to question him, until your knee knocks against the fly of his jeans. Glancing down, you find yourself pressed against the outline of his cock, strained against denim and nearly searing through it.
“Huh.” You smirk, lips painted coy. “Having a rough week, honey?”
Ghost sinks down partially on the wall you have him pinned against. His hood is far gone by the winds, and you’re surprised the cigarette he dropped hasn’t blown away yet. Smile sticking to your face, one of your feet stomps on it, languidly dragging the remains against concrete.
“Thought you wouldn’t notice I wasn’t around.” His voice is low, gravely and thick with impatience because he knows he’s caught. “Guess I’m not the only bad one here.”
There’s a low ambiance from inside, softly buzzing the wall he’s pushed up against. His gaze drifts to the side, fighting the urge to push you off of him and take to the woods.
The night is young, the sun gone some hours ago when you and the rest of the Task Force arrived. Instead of drowning yourself in liquor from your recent success in Berlin, you took to shadows and scathed trees in search of your Lieutenant. He’s aware that you’ve been worried sick about him since you touched down in Germany, and he’s also aware that you no longer care due to the erection pressing against your leg.
Ghost looks back at you, shallow blues swallowed by a forlorn sky.
“Well, you got me right where you want me.”
It’s been a few days, nearly a week since you’ve seen even a shadow of Ghost around. He’s been avoiding you because of something like this? Trying to flip if on you when he’s cornered? Ridiculous.
“Always trying to soften the blow on yourself.” You scoff, fingers looping around the frame of his belt buckle. “You’re pathetic.”
Your hand pulls on the last of the zipper, pushing his belt loop to the side, and tugging his boxers down. Ghost groans, low and savory, his cock nestled against a faded scar on his abdomen. Your hand moves from the band of his underwear, fingers daintily running along the base of his dick.
Mild hums join in with the music from inside, and you hear boots kicking up dust from the exit around the corner. Ghost reaches for your hand, but you’re quick, moving the other to delve under his mask. His lips quiver under the cold press of your hand, and you smile, pressing him further toward the wall.
“Don’t want other people hearing us, yeah?”
He nods, half heartedly, blonde eyelashes shifting under amber lamplight. You hum, smoothing your pointer finger along the tip of his dick. Pre drips against your skin, warm and sticky. Low vibrations hit the hand that covers his mouth as you lather his length in his own mess.
It’s loud, the squelch that joins squawking crows and chilling drafts. Ghost’s breath is warm against your skin, choppy and dripping with saliva as you work his dick. His face drips with sweat, skin warm to the touch despite the winds that roll over it.
“Needed me this bad, huh?” You simper, teasingly squeezing his balls, hung low and heavy. “I wonder what the others would think, not being able to keep your dick in your pants. What’s gotten into you, Riley?”
Riley. He shudders, hips involuntarily bucking toward your hand. You grin, tongue lining your teeth in satisfaction. He was right, you have him exactly where you want him.
“Well,” you release your hand from his mouth, increasing the pace of your strokes as you do so. “Got anything to say?”
Ghost gasps at the release, pooling fogged breaths to the night air, other hand wiping the spit from his chin.
“A little disciplinary action couldn’t hurt.” He sighs, eyes smug and gratified. “Think I’ve learned my lesson, but you can finish your punishment if you’d like.”
You roll your eyes, watching with exasperation as his lips quirk up. He always does find a way to turn things in his favor.
“Dick.”
He hums, quiet and bobbing softly against his adam’s apple. You feel his dick throb in your hold, hot and slick against your palm. Ghost cocks one of his fingers up, motioning for you to let off. Your hand leaves his chest and his neck cranes forward, arm snaking around your waist to hold you against him.
His lips taste as they always do, remnants of war and gunpowder mixing with ashes from his last cigarette. His canines prod at the flesh of your mouth, loosening only when he feels his release nearing.
Through parted lips he moans, low and satiated. You savor every noise, feeling the last waves of ecstasy wash off as warm liquid leaks over your fingers. You part, sloppily wiping his mess of the black of your pants as he tidies himself.
“Cheers, lovie.” He tilts your chin up, the ghost of a smirk disappearing with the rise of his mask. “Won’t go off your radar like that again, yeah?”
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Heyy, I have a little optional request for the nightmare factory. Eddie could be located in an abandoned theme park or an abandoned place half submerged in water & loves how much this location freaks you out in the best way…
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nightmareGuide!eddie x reader
another installment of The Nightmare Factory
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This is a collection of blurbs and short fics about Eddie falling for you, but only being able to communicate through your nightmares. 2.3k
This suggestion really inspired me, and I don't think it's exactly what you had in mind, but I will be using more abandoned themes throughout this series. This is a comfort write for me that I post as soon as I'm finished, so I'm sure there are plenty of errors.
18+ONLY, nightmares, terror, abandoned places
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When you showed up to the theme park, you were the only one there. Strange also because you didn’t remember how you got to that location, and as you looked around you wondered if maybe you were at the wrong place.
Perhaps you were supposed to go to a different fairgrounds or theme park because this one looked like it was abandoned.  It was dark out, and there didn’t seem to be a single star in the sky.  The moon was bright, though, and it loomed comically big, as if it were somehow much closer to earth.  You were standing in the empty parking lot in front of the ticket booth and rolling metal arm entrances, which were all covered in graffiti; the pavement littered in shattered glass from the broken windows.  Ahead you could see the looming rides spread out over the vast park, each of them overgrown with moss and vines, rusted and frozen in time like a place where laughter goes to die.
Questions echoed somewhere in the back of your head as to why you were there, but all the same—your feet kept moving  
Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw a black mass with multiple spider legs crawling up the ferris wheel—but when you turned with a gasp, it was gone.
“You lost?” A deep voice called to you from between the fence and the ticket booth. You saw the plume of smoke first, and then someone stepped out.
It was a man, possibly in his twenties, with long, curly dark hair past his shoulders and bangs that covered his eyebrows.  He was wearing dark jeans with holes in the knees, white shoes, and some type of denim vest covered in patches over a leather jacket.  When he took a drag of his smoke, you noticed the chunky silver rings on his fingers.
Eddie wanted to contain his excitement, but it was hard to be normal about this.
He finally found a way for you to see him—-to really see him.  To talk to him.  You could even touch him, if you wanted to.
In dreams, there are people we travel with once in a while that are simply known as Guides.  Sometimes they pass knowledge on, sometimes they are there as a reflection of your needs, and sometimes—they are just there to hang out with you.
Usually, to be a Guide you had to be employed with the Nightmare Factory for a long time; it was the equivalent of slacking off for a few years before retirement.  But, Eddie had wormed his way into the Abandoned Spaces Simulation wing of the factory by flirting ruthlessly with Jean, the older woman who worked the front desk.  
And now, there you were—looking right at him.
“I think I came to the wrong place,” you said.  It never occurred to you to ask him who he was or where he came from—there was an instant familiarity.  You even wondered if he was the reason you came to the amusement park to begin with.
“Come with me,” he inclined his head, extending the crook of his elbow for you to take.  “I have something I want to show you.”
In a blink, you were deep inside the park, surrounded by the long-forgotten rides and a place along the fence where there were once games to win prizes like pop the balloon and bullseye.  A roller coaster loomed menacingly in the distance like a big, green, sleeping monster while a vendor that advertised cotton candy had what looked like mold growing all over bags of the sweet treat and bullet holes through the sign.  
Eddie guided you to the ferris wheel, and for some reason, now it looked brand new—as shiny as the day it was first erected.  
“Take a ride with me?” Eddie asked, enjoying the expression of awe on your face.
A gust of wind blew his hair back and you wrapped your arms around yourself, horrified to realize you were still wearing your pajamas.
“Oh shit,” you whispered, meeting his amused gaze with terror.  “I forgot to change my clothes before I came here.”
“It happens,” he shrugged.  
He took your hand to help you up into the metal bucket, and then he settled in next to you and pulled the safety bar down.  Your hips were touching and he opened his knees a bit wider so that your legs were touching too.  He arched forward to adjust his jacket, and when he sat back, he turned his head to ask if you were comfortable, and you had this overwhelming urge to kiss him.
Eddie felt it too.  He noticed the way your gaze fell to his lips, the way you swallowed hard and then sought his eyes with a childlike curiosity.
“Do I know you?” You asked. “We’ve been here before, haven’t we?”
“Not here,” Eddie rocket the squeaky bucket as the ride started at a crawl. “But yeah, we’ve met before.”
Who was operating the machine? How was it suddenly in working condition?  You didn’t even think to wonder. When their seat finally made it to the top, it stopped and swayed there. Eddie lifted his arms up for a mock yawn and a stretch, and then one of his arms came down around your shoulders.
You heard the music first, and then the playful screaming and the buzz of conversation.
“Look down,” Eddie told you.
Below, the park was completely functional again.  There were no more weeds or mold growing on everything, and a sea of people made their way around to the various rides and games, enjoying the festivities.  There were bright carnival lights and people cheering and the smell of buttered popcorn.
Eddie was watching your face; basking in the way your eyes lit up.
“We should get a funnel cake after this,” you told him, forgetting that the place was ever abandoned. “With powdered sugar and strawberries.”  You put your hand on his leg so that you could lean further over to see the rest of the scene.  There were stars in the dark blue sky again, and they twinkled like jewels.
“Hey,” he brought his arm down from around your shoulders and took your hand to interlace his fingers with yours and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.  You were warm and soft and he didn’t want this to end; he could feel desperation tightening in the back of his throat.  “Can I ask you something?”
You met his gaze, searching for your answer.  “Sure?”
He looked down, rubbing his thumb along yours.  “Do you think you could try to…remember me? After you wake up, I mean.”
Your face offered the genuine confusion that you felt.  “Wake up? You mean, this is a dream?” Your attention returned to the swarm of people down below.  “Why does it feel so real?”
“I’m real,” he whispered. 
You turned to face him, to return the affection in his rich, umber eyes, and he squeezed your hand.
“Fuck it,” he breathed, deciding to shoot his shot.  “Listen, this is going to sound crazy, okay? But I work for a place called the Nightmare Factory and I was dispatched to scare you a few months ago, but I just…I don’t know…I really like you.”
As his mouth moved, his face began to distort; his eyes and nose vanished, and then they came back misplaced like a deranged Mr. Potatohead.  You watched it in awe, having trouble registering what he was saying.
“I mean, I’m not sure how this could work,” Eddie continued.  “Because we exist in different realms, but there are dreams that last for days, and I’m going to find one for us, so we can get to know each other better. If you want that?”
You nodded, even though his voice was garbled and there was an eyeball where his mouth should be.  You blinked a few times, and then his face finally went back to normal.
“I’d like to spend a few days with you,” you heard the words come out of your mouth and felt the response come from your heart, even though you didn’t think you had heard a word he’d said.  As you slept there was another very important part of you that stayed awake—and it yearned for this boy you were with.
Eddie coughed out a laugh, relieved, and then tightened his lips around a long exhale.  “Damn, that’s a relief.”
The lights all around the park began to dim, but you didn’t notice or mind, because Eddie brought his hand up to cup your jaw and ran his thumb a few times over your cheek.  The screams you heard coming from down below were different now—more blood curdling—but Eddie was pulling you close to press his forehead against yours.  
“I want to be your favorite nightmare,” he said with a chuckle.
“Are you supposed to be scary?” You asked, innocently, rubbing the tip of your nose on his. “Because you’re not very good at it.”
The bucket you were in began to swing aggressively as something made the ride jostle.  
“Shit,” Eddie hissed.  “There’s always something. But wait—don’t look!”
Before his words could register, you did, indeed, look down to find that what had once been a sea of regular people, had morphed into a horde of zombies.
Snarling, hungry, ragged zombies with bulging eyes and skin hanging off their bones.  
They were crawling their way up the ferris wheel to get to you.
You screamed and crushed in closer to Eddie. He wrapped his arms around you and put his lips against your ear so you could feel the sensation of his hot breath.  “They won’t hurt you, I promise. You trust me?”
A few of them were half way up, screeching and moaning as others joined the ascent.  You were thinking maybe you should crawl down the other side and run into the woods.  The last thing you wanted was to be mauled to death by the walking dead.
“Do you have a knife, or something we can stab them in the head with?”
Eddie chuckled at your exuberance to kill his co-workers.  “Baby, it’s okay, I promise. They’re just trying to scare you, they won’t hurt you.  Hey—” he took your face in his hands as the metal basket made a cracking sound at the hinges like it was about to break.
“Oh god oh god oh god—”
And then he pressed his lips to yours, softly, but with enough pressure that your eyes fluttered and you forgot to be worried.
The big wheel you were on started to move forward, chugging and jerking along at a labored pace.
Eddie pulled back to see you.  “Remember me? Please? Remember my face.”
All you could do was nod a few times.
The zombies were sliding off and falling to the ground as the contraption rotated on its axis, but the next problem was that you were about to be deposited right into the arms of the waiting horde; jagged teeth snapping at the air, eager to tear you limb from limb.  
“I promise I’ll try,” you told him, bracing yourself as you were lowered into the outstretched hands of your demise.
When the bucket was about to ground level, two of the zombies lunged at you from the side, and just as their fingernails clawed at your clothing and you screamed bloody murder, a wide, black hole with blue edges opened up in the atmosphere and you fell through, screaming.
You fell back to your bed.
Your eyes flew open as you gasped, feeling your arm and neck for bite marks.
“What the hell was that?” You said aloud to the dark room.
It was so vivid, so real.
There was a boy in the dream that you desperately did not want to forget, and a voice inside told you to write down what you remembered of him.  Even as you searched around in the drawer of your nightstand, the details of the boy you kissed were slipping away and turning to mist.  
Writing frantically in the dark, you recalled that he had brown eyes and he said he wanted to be your favorite nightmare.
But what did that even mean?
The abandoned theme park and the zombies—-those details were very clear.  But him…him…HIM.  Why couldn’t you keep him in your mind?
Why couldn’t you keep him?
When the ferris wheel came to a stop, Eddie pushed the metal bar up with a grunt.
“Thanks for nothing, you guys,” he told the group of flesh-eating zombies that were all gathered casually around him, mingling with clueless expressions on their faces.
“Sorry Munson,” Val—the one with a broken neck that made her head sit sideways and a missing eyeball—said with a helpless shrug.  “Kevin said we had to.”
“Fuck Kevin,” Eddie jumped from the platform to the ground, his wallet chain clapping against his thigh. “I suppose he wants to talk to me?”
They all nodded in unison.
“Are you coming to the potlatch this weekend?” Norman—the one with a skeletal face that looked like his skin had been burned off with acid and a bloody hole in his stomach—-asked with his wide, lipless mouth.  
“Maybe,” Eddie answered, shouldering his way through the rest as they mumbled their greetings. “If I have time before band practice.”
Marv, the Zombie with maggots in his rotten cheek, clapped Eddie on the back a few times.  “Kevin is on the warpath today, but don’t let him get you down, kid.  You do good work.”  
Eddie walked a bit and then stopped and turned around when he realized none of them were beside him.  “You guys coming?”
“Nah,” Val said.  “We’ve gotta wait around here for the next one. Our shift isn’t over for another hour.”
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samkiszkasfacialhair · 9 months
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Rollin’ and Tumblin’ Chapter 1
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Rollin’ and Tumblin’ Chapter 1
Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader
Summary: You’ve lived a sheltered and privileged life, only learning what it truly means to live and love after meeting Jake, a young man of unusual western sorts who was hired to work on your father’s farm.
Warnings: Cowboy Jake, hunger in relation to unhealthy eating habits, knives.
Word Count: 3.1k
April 1903
It was the spring of your twenty third year. The day started off like any other day would. However, you were dreading the events that were scheduled for later in the day- a dinner party where you would be matched off with a wealthy man your father and mother had chosen for you to marry, William Drayton. His family, much like yours, did not care for anyone who did not live up to their standards of wealth and class. The Draytons had monopolized the oil business in the south and southwest portions of the nation, which guaranteed generations of wealth, something your father more than anyone was particularly keen on.
It was all politics. No one cared about true love or real happiness. You had never even met the man and you were expected to, from this night forward, spend the rest of your life with him. And you didn’t have any other choice. Most girls you knew were paired off with men between ages seventeen and nineteen. Not twenty three. Time was ticking and your parents were not allowing you to waste any more of it after years of you protesting marriage against their wishes.
All you’ve known your entire life is etiquette and poise. You were taught, or should we say trained to be meek and mild because men like that. To have thoughts and opinions of your own may as well be a sin, and even the thought of speaking up or out of turn would send you on a train with a one way ticket to Hell. Manners were shoved down your throat and you didn’t have a single memory of not looking and acting perfect every day of your life. You were a prisoner in your own body. But this was your life and there was no way out of it. 
The corset bounding your torso felt like a million pins sticking into you from every direction, pushing in harder each time you inhaled. The pink ribbon tying it together was pulled tight, keeping you painfully caged inside it, which seemed to be a physical representation of how you felt living your actual life. 
You sat in the parlor room of your home with your mother for breakfast. As you raised your glass to your lips, the familiar sound of your father’s voice began in the kitchen and echoed through the rest of the house. Along with his voice was another, a deeper, smooth voice that you couldn’t recognize. 
His footsteps along with the sound of another pair of feet got louder as he walked down the hallway and toward the parlor room to greet you. 
You turned your head as he appeared in the doorway and wished you a good morning.
“Good morning, Daddy,” you replied.
“I have someone to introduce to you both.”
With his words, came another man through the doorway. 
“This is Jacob. I’ve hired him as our farmhand. He’ll be in charge of things so you’ll see him around quite a lot,” he explained.
This wasn’t unusual. You were used to people around the house and on the land outside. You had your lady’s maids, cooks, house maids, and a few farmers who took care of your father’s pride and joy, the crops and cattle. 
But what was unusual, was Jacob himself. 
First of all, he was around your age, which was unlikely. Typically your father hired men well into middle age to be in charge of things related to the farm. Anyone your age, much like yourself, was typically treated as your father’s inferior. 
Second, he wasn’t the typical farmer you’d seen around before. He had more of a western look. Something you’d only ever seen in books or heard about through word of mouth. He wore a hat and a brown leather jacket which covered a blue denim shirt. His pants were denim as well, ripped and dirty, and you were surprised your father would let him into your home in that state. Lastly, the boots as well as the chaps he wore led to the conclusion that he dabbled in horse riding.
He took his hat off and held it over his chest to bow his head at you and Mother.
Upon taking it off, light brown wavy hair that was tangled and clumped together in every direction tumbled down to his shoulders. He had streaks of blonde in it, seemingly from being out in the sun. It was dirty and messy- yet incredibly fascinating. You had never seen that length of hair on a man. Ever. 
His face was that of someone you figured would only ever be a figment of your imagination. He had tanned skin and deep eyes that were a light shade of brown. His nose was prominent and strong. His lips naturally curved up into a smile with just a touch of facial hair surrounding them.
The only word that came to mind was handsome. And that didn’t even begin to cover it. 
You smiled at him and before you knew it, he was on his was out the door following close behind your father. The sound of their voices heading down the hallway were silenced with the shutting of the back door and you sat there for a minute just looking at the now empty doorway he once stood in. 
You pulled yourself out of your daydream to continue your breakfast and idle chat with your mother before finishing and heading to your room to get ready for the night’s festivities. 
The next few hours were spent in your room with your lady’s maids. Pulling at your hair to get it to curl perfectly, pushing and pinching at your face to color your lips and blush your cheeks, and the most dreaded of all but the expected, corset. 
Once in your gown for the night, you were accompanied downstairs where your home had transformed into a party that was already in full swing. You put on your best smile, a false one, but a smile nonetheless, and began the night. 
After just a bit of time, your father, dressed in his best tuxedo, found you, linked his arm in yours and led you to the dining area to meet your future husband. 
Your heart dropped into your stomach with dread as you followed him to your doom and could see exactly who he was leading you to at the head of the table. You wouldn’t say he was particularly ugly, so to speak. But he wasn’t exactly what you would deem to be good looking, or even average looking for that matter. 
“Daddy,” you whispered, “I really don’t want to do this.”
You could feel your eyebrows furrowing and your face dropping as nothing but anxiety and dread flowed through your blood.
He tugged on your arm with his, pulling you closer to him in a harsh manner. He smiled and spoke to you firmly through his teeth.
“You will do this and you will do it with a smile on your face. You are twenty three years old. Do you know how difficult it was for me to find someone even willing to marry you? You should be thankful his time in the army set him just as far back as you. His time at least was well spent. Now, I should not have to remind you how to act tonight. Is that understood?” 
“Yes, Sir,” you replied through a shaky breath, feeling absolutely defeated.
Before he could even reply, you were at arms distance with your future husband- meeting him, smiling, and sitting down next to him for dinner.
Dinner was a nightmare. The only topics discussed were politics, stocks, and money- none of which you understood a word of. You just smiled and nodded throughout dinner. Desperately wishing your corset would rip at the seams if you took a deep enough breath or ate enough food, both of which would be wildly inappropriate actions on your part. 
So you sat there, uncomfortable and on the verge of tears for the night, all hid under a smile which falsely showed your eagerness to be there and to be wed. 
After dessert, the women excused themselves to bed as the men began getting ready for rounds of cigars and brandy. Your father and now fiancé bid you goodnight with kisses to your hand. A hand with, much to your dismay, showed off a newly placed diamond on your ring finger. 
Your lady’s maids met you at the base of the stairs to return to your bedroom to undress for the night but you took a turn and headed for the kitchen. 
You walked through, grabbing an untouched piece of peach pie off a plate and headed out the backdoor. 
Darkness surrounded you as you walked through the fields and down to the swing you used to play on as a little girl. You picked up the piece of pie and brought it to your mouth, taking a massive bite. You continued eating, fully letting yourself enjoy food for once.
Once the feeling of hunger was satisfied within you, there was no stopping the tears that flooded your eyes. They had become two waterfalls, and your lap had become soaked with the tears that had fallen onto it.
Your future was being chosen for you. You’d tried to fight it for so long and now, you’d finally lost the fight. 
One by one, you watched your friends marry off into wealth and start families of their own to continue the toxic cycle, knowing eventually, it would have to be you. And now, the time had come. It was you. There was no escape from it. No way out. Not even a glimmer of hope. 
You looked down at your left hand to see the ring placed there against your will earlier that night and sobbed harder. 
You should be grateful. You should be happy. You were born into wealth and were guaranteed to have it for life. You knew there were so many people out there that had it worse. So many people that deserved everything you had just been handed. You were lucky. Yet, despite everything you had, you felt every terrible feeling one could ever feel. 
The sound of footsteps in the grass behind you caused you to sit up straight and wipe your eyes and mouth.
“You alright, Miss?” you heard a deep voice speak softly from behind you. 
You turned around to see Jacob there with a knapsack slung over his shoulder.
“I’m fine, thank you, Jacob,” you replied as you turned your head back to look down at your tear soaked dress.
It was silent for a moment. The sounds of crickets and cicadas filled their air until his voice broke through the sounds of them.
“Well,” he began, “have a good night then.”
You heard his boots crunch down on the grass underneath them as he began to walk away when all of sudden, the words tumbled out from your mouth without any hesitation.
“Do you ever just feel like you’re trapped? Like you’re on a train that is going full speed into a mountain with no tunnel to go through and if there was a tunnel, no light at the end of that tunnel to save you? Like, you’re going to crash and explode into flames and all you can do is sit there and wait for your inevitable death?” 
Instantly, a sense of relief washed over you as the words you’d been holding in for so long had finally been released.
However, the instant regret of revealing your feelings to a stranger who now wasn’t speaking had begun to bubble inside you.
“I think that corset may be a little too tight, Miss. S’messin’ with your brain,'' he laughed. His voice was deep and had the tiniest twang that held onto the ends of his words. Not a lot, but just enough.
You huffed out a laugh and turned around to him again to see him smiling, with his teeth, glowing bright in the moonlight.
You reached under your dress and behind your back for the ribbon that was keeping you painfully locked in.
“There’s this, this stupid bow that I can’t get undone on it,” you said as you bit your bottom lip in concentration.
“I, I could hel-help you. If you, uh, if that’s what you want?” he asked hesitantly.
“Would you? This thing is terrible uncomfortable.”
You took your arms out of the sleeves of your dress and pushed it down, exposing the laced up piece of undergarments to him. 
Was ripping the top of your dress off your arms in front of a man you hardly knew against everything you’d ever been taught was lady-like and proper? Absolutely. 
Was wearing a ring against your will to be wed to a man who you hardly knew against everything you’d ever wanted in life? Absolutely.
It had evened itself out in your head and that was good enough for you. 
You pulled your hair in front of you and turned your head back to face forward as he walked closer to you.
“Woah,” he whispered, “I don’t want to cause any harm or disrespect, Miss. But this, this is a job for someone who… isn’t me,” he said as his eyes grew wide at the sight of the ring on your finger. 
“If you’re talking about my…” you paused and closed your eyes, “fiancé,” you continued after choking out the word, “I’ve said more words to you tonight than I’ve ever even said to him. But if you wont help me, I’ll, I’ll just do it myself,” you huffed as you reached for the satin bow behind you. 
Your fingers toyed with it, as you struggled to get it to come loose when you felt the warmth of his hands on top of yours. 
You stilled your hands as his rested on top of yours for a minute. They were big, and rough and the feeling of them was completely foreign to you.
Defeat was a familiar feeling to you so what was one more round of it? You dropped your hands back down and rested them on your lap, letting him take the lead to free you.
He pulled and tugged at the strings for a while.
“Who the hell tied this thing?” he laughed.
“My lady’s maid, Katherine started it. But my mother finished it off.”
“Jesus,” he whispered as his fingers unsuccessfully fought against the light pink ribbon for release. 
He stopped for a moment and you turned your head again to get a good look at him.
He bent down and reached into his pocket, pulling out a knife and taking the cover off it to reveal a sharp, silver blade.
You swallowed hard at the sight of a knife just inches away from your body, and someone who was practically a stranger to you holding onto it.
“Now, don’t worry. I ain’t gonna hurtcha,” he said calmly as he brought the knife to the tie and began cutting his way through it.
The tearing of the satin fabric was music to your ears and with one tug of the now cut strings from Jacob behind you, you were free.
You breathed in and out hard now that you actually could and hunched over to relax your neck and back for the first time in hours. 
“Thank you,” you breathed out. 
After a few seconds of relaxing your once stiff muscles, you stood up from the swing and turned to face him.
“The pleasure was mine,” he replied, “And I’m, uh, sorry about the ribbon. I can pay your father to replace it,” he reasoned as he put the knife back in his pocket.
“No. No it’s fine I have dozens of others, Jacob.”
“Jake,” he said bluntly.
You stared at him for a second, confused, before he continued again, “M’names Jacob. But my friends call me Jake.” 
Jake. You liked the sound of that.
You nodded your head and peered past him to see your mother in the doorway, looking out at you. 
“Well, Jake, again, I thank you kindly for your help. But I believe it’s time that I bid you goodnight,” you said, smiling at him.
“Goodnight,” he replied, lifting your right hand and bringing it to his lips.
He held eye contact with you as he placed a soft kiss to the top of your hand. 
Instantly, you felt your body light up from the inside. Your heart began racing. Your stomach began fluttering with what felt like thousands of little butterflies inside it.
The feeling of a man's lips on your hand had been felt by you before-from your father and from William just minutes earlier. However, when they did it, you felt nothing but misery and disgust. But when Jake did it, you felt the complete opposite.
He lowered your hand a bit but held onto it as he continued speaking, “If you ever need any help again, you know where to find me,” he said, lifting his chin to gesture to the barn in the direction he had come from. 
A soft smile and nod were given to him in return before you walked past him and toward your house. 
You were but a few feet past him when you heard him call out your name. 
Your head turned around to see him biting his lip and holding back a smile.
“You might wanna,” he said as he gestured for you to put your dress back over your chest and arms, “before you go inside, back to your party.”
Immediately you felt all the blood in your body rush to your cheeks and you were thankful he wouldn’t be able to see the embarrassment on  your face in the darkness of the night. 
An involuntary giggle left your lips and he let out a laugh with you. 
You lifted your dress back up over the undone corset and back over your arms, turned to face your house, and walked quickly through the grass and back inside where you fought back a smile as you snuck upstairs.
A few moments later, you entered your bedroom and peeked out your window onto the gravel street below. Sitting tall on the back of a brown horse was Jake. 
He looked up to your window and you gave him a small wave. He tipped the brim of his hat at you before giving his horse a gentle kick underneath him and trotting off into the night. 
You watched him leave with a full smile on your face and a few more butterflies in your stomach. You turned around once he was out of sight only to be met with your mother standing in the doorway of your bedroom with a straight face, staring back at you. 
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bluewhitehues · 2 months
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Hug | Kim Mingyu
Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.
Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff
Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader
Warning: mentions of anxiety
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Author's note : These are lyrics from Hug by Seventeen ..you'll see it unfolding throughout the story.
Also I didn't expect this much of response but I'm so so happy you guys liked it 😭😭THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE THIS MEANS A LOT TO ME 🥺❤️
Part 2
You still are a little bit nervous but you aren't a quitter, you're one confident women.
You checked yourself one last time in the mirror, throwing that confident smirk to yourself cause you damn well knew you look good, you winked at yourself and finally went to the uber you booked. You decided to go a few minutes earlier so that you'd get a little comfortable at that place, first of all you've no idea who your date is and you don't wanna go through the trouble and embarrassment of searching him through the whole place so yeah no you decided to be there early.
Chan that a$shole didn't even give you your supposed blind date's number saying "I gave him your number he'll find you ."
So yeah here you were waiting for him in the cafe. You noticed it wasn't too crowded it was rather peaceful.
On the other hand there's Mingyu he was also nervous but excited the whole day.
He had asked chan about how did you say yes, "what was her reaction?" "Was she weirded out because I want to go on a date with her?" But chan has been dismissive of him saying, "Just eat the fruit hyung don't count the seeds."
He didn't think much of that, he was just excited for the date. Imagine his big but smol puppy self jumping here and there being all giddy, thinking about you. He even told seokmin and wonwoo about the date.
After coming from their schedule he showered and got ready. A black turtleneck, a denim jacket over it and blue jeans.He sprayed his favourite perfume on himself, took his car keys while wonwoo was teasing him about the date he left the apartment with the blush all over his cheeks. He was so giddy, tho while driving few things popped up in his mind, What if you don't like him, what if it won't work out but you said yes to the date so he was counting on that.
He arrived at the cafe finally. After parking his car, he went inside.
There you were looking all pretty and cute sipping your milkshake. He went towards your table, you noticed him when he was near, he saw your eyes going a little wide.. he removed his mask and sat down infront of you.
"Hey you are early, I thought I'd be the early one . Did you wait for too long? " He asked with a nervous chuckle .
And you ....there was shock written all over your face, you were freaking out from inside. Chan that mf was so so dead he sent Kim fking Mingyu as your blind date , and never in your wildest dreams you thought this would happen. You thought it must be some friend of his but A MEMBER? A SEVENTEEN MEMBER?? AS YOUR BLIND DATE????? What the fuvk was happening right now .
You were confused as hell but you talked, " Mingyu ? It's you?"
Now it was his turn to be confused, "U-uh chan didn't tell you? You didn't know it'd be me?" He asked tilting his head a little.
"No he didn't, he told me it's a blind date."
Mingyu closed his eyes shaking his head cursing chan in his mind , "I'm so sorry y/n , I swear I didn't know that you don't know it's a date with me , I thought he told you ..I know it's unfair, if I know you should've also known it's me ..I'm sorry " he sighed.
You were feeling so many emotions at once, you didn't know what to say. You said yes to this because you wanted to move on but you can't do this to Mingyu.. out of all the people not him. You know how good of a person he is chan has talked about him always. You can't do this to him while you like his little brother -his bestfriend. He doesn't deserve this he deserves better,even if it's just a date.
"I believe you mingyu you don't have to say sorry I just-" you sighed ,"I'm sorry i just didn't think it'd be you infact I didn't think at all that it could be any one of your members ..that's why I'm so surprised."
He smiled at you, " well yeah it's me and it's my fault as well I should've directly asked you insteading of involving chan"
And just now your dumb ass is realising that it's Mingyu who asked chan for a date with you and that information is like a bomb to your brain you're shaking your head to avoid the effects of explosion, you're hoping whatever it is you're thinking isn't true but mingyu decides to speak seeing your inner turmoil.
"So uh I really hope you're interested in this date but if this is too much for you and if you're uncomfortable because it's me, we can go if you're not feeling ok I understand."
Now you're feeling so much bad he's being so kind to you.
"You are not making me uncomfortable don't worry but I could really use some fresh air I don't think I can talk here ..do you mind if we go out?"
"ofcourse we can,let's go."
Like the gentleman he's he insisted on paying for your drink and you insist on buying a drink for him, the least you can do is that for ruining the date.Also you felt bad because you didn't even ask him if he ate you knew they had schedule for the whole day.
You were walking on the street, it is quiet here in this area, it's even surrounded by nature , you both were a bit awkward but yeah.
"Are you feeling better now?" He asks you.
You smile a little at him "yes I'm ..thank you."
You stop at a bridge like place where wind is blowing.
He looks at you "y/n ...if it wasn't clear..I like you, I really really like you..I just wanted you to know."
He said it with such a genuineness with those eyes twinkling, your breath got stuck, your heart was beating so loud. You wish you could say it back to him but you can't ... Cause you like someone else.
"Mingyu..." You sighed "I- thank you.. I don't know what to say but I respect your feelings and I'm really sorry." You contemplated on telling him but you decided to say, " I like someone else...and I actually said yes to the date because I'm trying to move on ..and you don't deserve this.. so I'm gonna have to say no to you, I'm so so sorry" you got teary eyed while saying all that.
He kind of saw that coming.. your sad eyes your expressions gave it all away.
"it's chan, isn't it?
Your eyes widened and you don't know why instead of saying no and lying you say "How do you know?"
He gives you a sad smile .."I've seen you with him and I'm good at observing but I hoped I was wrong." "To confirm this I actually asked him if you guys are dating or something-" he was going to say something more but decides to stop cause he realises it might hurt you ..
You snort at that , "it's ok mingyu I know he doesn't like me like that." You look at him in the eye while your own eyes are teary ," Honestly it feels so wrong you know ..to like him-" he cuts you off at that shaking his head " there's nothing wrong in liking someone y/n ..get that in your head and hey I like someone too you know,even if she doesn't like me. See we're in the same boat if you ask me." He says it teasingly, you laugh a little at that.. despite his own sadness he's trying to comfort you.
"Hey now, are you trying to make me feel guilty?" You ask looking up at him.
He laughs," no I'm not I'm just joking."
You sigh.. "you'll not tell this to chan right?" You ask him a little scared.
"No y/n ..you can trust me, I won't say anything to anyone. Whatever happened today it's a secret between you and me"
"You promise ?" You look at him with hopeful eyes.
He gives you his pinky and smiles "I promise."
You hook your pinkies in a promise.
You think about how he must've looked forward to the date and you dropped all these bombs on him, you must've made him sad .."I feel like a jerk I ruined the date for you I'm so-"
"What are you sorry for please stop saying sorry, you didn't know it'd be me I'm feeling more sorry I must've startled you." He says looking at you because he really does feel bad about you not knowing.
"well you did startle me but you also don't have to say sorry ..Lee chan will pay for this, what if we both join hands to plan something against him"
He laughs at your playfulness, "deal."
There's a awkward silence then he says "we should go it's getting chilly ..I'll drop you off ?" He's hoping you'd say yes atleast to this.
You try to politely decline him but he insists and you decide to say yes.
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Note: Heyy this is it for today, I don't know how many parts it'll be may be 1 or 2 more ...I'll try to post daily I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading byeee❤️
Part 3 👇🏻
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gingerylangylang1979 · 9 months
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Sydney wants Carmy… carnally
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I said what I said. I think it's easier for people to recognize the instantaneous and continual attraction Carmy has for Sydney. It's difficult to ignore those laser beam, spiced up, supernatural looking heart eyes and the perpetual subconscious face study he's constantly doing.
With Sydney, it's more subtle, it's the yin to his yang of unrealized lust. I really wish I had found gifs of two key scenes that demonstrate this. One is in the pilot. Sydney is in the kitchen and Carmy comes back from outside to get the denim jacket from Nat. She kind of eyes him as he comes back in and it's so quick and sly most people miss it. The other moment is in "Sheridan Road" when they are prepping. The side eyes she gives asking about the menu seem a little more than curious. Both times she's looking sexy in his direction. If anyone has these gifs I'll gladly add them to this post.
Anyways, I just feel like Sydney has no idea that she had a hero crush before they even met. She had the meal she made and that linked them. She consumed his work, it had a huge impact. She knows about his Food & Wine award. I'm sure there were pics of young Carmy. I feel like she may have stared at them a bit too long, not thinking anything of it, but it imprinted. She never said, oh I have a celebrity chef crush. But if any part of her thought he was even a little attractive, a seed was planted.
Syd doesn't seem like the boy crazy type so I think while her eyes can't help doing what they do I think her physical attraction to Carmy was less pronounced in the beginning than her intellectual attraction to him. The thing is Carmy is problematic. This complicates things. She doesn't want to be attracted to him. He smokes, he's kookookachoo, they constantly fight, she looks up to him. Her dad would probably be suspicious. So I think this is all very difficult for her in a way it's different for Carmy. He has emotional blocks but thinks everything about her is perfect. She has emotional blocks too but his flaws are glaring in her face and manifest primarily with her.
Her mind is saying run but her libido, suppressed as it is, cautious as it is, is into him. She gets a very distinct lusty look in her eye with him sometimes. And I think she catches herself and tamps it back down. And sometimes his gazing at her draws her to gaze back. She also was the first one to intentionally touch the other. In "Review" she was trying to connect because they were not good but she took it to a physical place. The fact that it was on his arm, oof. Can't nobody convince me somewhere dark and secret she didn't like that. I also think she gets a charge when they fight. I think there is something scary about that for her because it's hot.
We know Carmy doesn't have dating experience but I'm starting to wonder if she's the same. She's especially awkward when both Carmy and Marcus suggest time spent together. Some would dismiss that as she's gay or asexual. I don't think so. She is clearly attracted to him and was clearly jealous of Claire in more than a professional way. I think she's probably really shy about sex and romance and it could be from lack of experience. So this whole sexy vibe with Carmy throws her off.
Sydney wants Carmy. It's as subdued as it can be but is starting to show. If anything happens she's going to want that short king to wreck her. I think she would be very bashful at first and then go feral the more they are together. Storer said this is a coming of age story. Her sexual awakening? That's both terrifying and tantalizing for our princess.
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steph-speaks · 10 months
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Don’t Waver
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Summary: Spicy time under the stars with copious amounts of fluff sprinkled on top, need I say more? Can be read standalone, but it’s part of my Post-Starcourt AU that you can find over on my masterlist. 
Word Count: Over 2,400 ayyyyyy okay I’ll shut up.
Warnings: Smutty smut, minors DNI
Author’s Note: I saw that gif and couldn’t resist. I’m working on my requests too, but probably won’t get to write the next couple of days since I’m going to another class for work. In the meantime, enjoy. <3
"There's the Big Dipper," You point, and Billy’s eyes follow the general direction of your finger to find the cluster of stars in the sky. "See?"
He hums in response, adjusting so he’s got his head propped up on his arm. You’re both laying on the hood of the Camaro, in the middle of an open field. Surrounded by trees on one side and hills on the other, there’s no chance anybody will see his car out here.
Billy comes to enjoy nights like these. The dark doesn’t seem quite as menacing as it did before, at least not when he has you next to him like this. He’s grateful that you took that fateful step all those weeks ago, the night you shared your first kiss with each other. 
He looks over at you, sees your hair splayed around your head like a halo, the moon making you look like something out of one of the old mythology books that everyone had to read in middle school. He struggles with the name of one of the creatures he read about…until it comes to him while he’s taking in the shadows being cast down the valley of your breasts by the soft white glow of the moon. A nymph, he thinks. You look like a nymph, sent to entice him.
The thought makes him chuckle to himself, causing you to look over in curiosity. 
“What’s so funny?” 
He shakes his head in amusement. “You.” He lies.
A mock gasp, and then you’re propping yourself up on your elbows while his grin gets wider. 
“Me! Why am I so funny?” You ask. 
“Because.” 
“ ‘Cause why?” You parrot. 
“Because I said so.” 
“Mhm…” You lean next to his face, determined to get an answer out of him. He follows you with his drooping eyes, until your nose is pressed into his cheek comically. 
“You’re so stupid,” He murmurs, making you laugh and pull away. “Honestly.”
“You love me.” You bat your lashes at him and he scoffs good-naturedly. 
“Yeah.” He shoves at your shoulder, causing you to almost fall off the hood. You squawk and flail but he grabs a fistful of your denim jacket at the last second and yanks you back.
“Excuse me!” You cry out in indignation. “I call foul!”
He laughs, laying his head back down on the hood while he drags you onto his lap with both hands. The warmth of him through the fabric of your dress is always enough to make goosebumps pebble, no matter the temperature. He sees it erupt across your chest and neck, but doesn’t realize he’s the culprit.
“Cold?” He wonders softly, but you shake your head, placing your own hands on his stomach. He only has enough buttons undone to give you a peek, not like his old style where you could almost see all the way down his torso. You feel the muscles of his abdomen ripple through the cotton in response to your touch, and you purse your lips at the thought of Billy Hargrove’s body being just as tuned to you as your body is to him. 
“You’re pretty,” He says, squeezing your flesh. He tells you this all the time, but you can hear the way his voice is getting gravelly. His eyes droop as he looks you over, and you silently preen at the way he licks his lips when his gaze follows the rise and fall of your chest. “Pretty girl…” 
You nod, still not totally used to his intensity, his sincerity, but more than happy to indulge if it means you’ll get what you both want. “Yours.”
His eyes meet your own and his hands trail down to your ass. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You whisper shyly in agreement, slowly moving your hips. He props his boots on the front fender, giving you some leverage to make sure you both don’t go sliding off the sleek metal. The dress you’re wearing flutters over his hips, his jeans lending some much-needed friction against your underwear. He guides your movements with his hands, content to watch you tilt your head back and close your eyes, rocking against him. It’s so easy with you, it’s like he has the constant need to touch and move against you, with you. It scares him a little, how much he craves the feel of your soft skin. 
“That’s it, baby.” He coos at you. “Take what you want.” 
His encouragement lights your blood on fire and coaxes you to slide your jacket off your shoulders, giving him more to look at. The way the moonlight falls on your bare skin steals his breath away. You look so blissful and relaxed as you coax his cock awake with your movements. He wants to take a snapshot of this moment, frame it in his mind’s eye. 
“Billy,” You breathe, covering his hands with your own and rolling your hips. He’s starting to think you had the right idea to remove a layer; his skin feels like it’s burning despite the damp night air.  “Can you do something for me?”
“Anything.” He blurts, and he’s not lying. God, he’d go to the ends of the earth if it meant he’d get to keep you on him, clothes or not. “Anything you want, baby, just tell me.”
“I—” You close your mouth, bashful all of a sudden as you slow your movements. “Oh God, I don’t want to say it. Nope.” 
He sits up as you hide your face behind your hands, laughing demurely at yourself. He tries to remove your hands but you shake your head, pouting childishly.
“Baby, what is it?” He chuckles soothingly. “You know you can tell me anything. I won’t laugh, I promise.”
You groan, hiding your face in his shirt. He rubs your spine through your dress, waiting. 
“I just—” You uncover your eyes behind your fingers. “I’ve never felt like this before, with anyone. Never been this…attracted to someone before, and ever since we—” 
He raises his eyebrows when you pause, and you bite your lip in embarrassment. 
“Ever since our first time,” You focus on fiddling with the top button of his shirt in an effort to distract yourself from his intense gaze. “It’s all I’ve thought about. Like you infected me with some kind of…sex bug.”
The effort it takes to not laugh out loud when you finish makes him snort under his breath, causing you to react in horror. 
“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” 
“That was before you said the words ‘sex bug’!” He snickers this time, his shoulders shaking. “Please don’t ever say that again.” You smack his arm and he digs his fingers into your sides, causing you to shriek and try to push him away. He rolls you over so he’s bracketed by your thighs and he wrestles your arms above your head, pressing them onto the hood so your back is slightly arched. 
“Well,” He murmurs lowly as he gives you his signature smirk. “It’s good to know I turn you on. Be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I didn’t.” 
“No worries in that department, then.” You roll your hips up and he exhales, realizing what you’re trying to do. He rocks against you, finding your rhythm and following your lead. He can feel himself hardening further in his jeans, so he bears down harder, using the grip he has on your wrists as leverage. The little moan you let out at a particularly rough thrust makes him want to ruin you. And he hasn’t even kissed you yet.
“What’d you want to ask me earlier?” His voice turns husky. “Come on, baby, tell me.” 
“I, uh—” You gasp when the seam of his jeans manages to rub against your clit through your underwear. “Um, can we—oh fuck—can we stay here, while we…?”
He leans back, pulling your hands with him. His eyes are sparkling with surprise as he intertwines your fingers, squeezing your hands. 
“You…wanna do this out here?” He asks, looking around the empty field. “Are you sure? We can always lay down in the car…?”
You shake your head. “Here’s good. You said it yourself, nobody comes out here anyway…u-unless you don’t want to, then we can—”
He finally covers your mouth with his own briefly, intense but over too damn quick, effectively stealing your ability to think as he lets go of your hands in favor of snaking his hands underneath your dress. You lift your hips up when you feel the tugging of your underwear, and he stuffs them in his jacket pocket so you don’t lose them. His necklace flashes as it sways in the moonlight, nearly catching you in the jaw. You grab it as gently as you can to direct him back up to your mouth. 
“Come back here,” You order. “Not done with you.” Licking into his mouth, you reach between the two of you to undo his belt. He nips your lips at your impatience and braces his hands next to you on the hood to give you more room. When you struggle to unclip the buckle he breaks away again with a soft laugh, allowing you to look down at what you’re doing. He watches your nimble fingers succeed, his breath minty from the gum he was chewing earlier as it huffs across your face, warm and familiar. 
He marvels at the look of determination on your face as you unbutton his pants, his belt hanging haphazardly from the loops while he hovers over you. He’s only distracted by the feel of your hand reaching in his jeans and pulling him out of its confines, drawing a low groan from deep in his gut. 
“Shit, baby,” His splayed hands clench into fists as you spit in your hand and slick his erection up with it, tugging and squeezing just the way he likes. “So good for me, you’re so good.”
He lowers himself just enough to plant his face on your breasts, mouthing at your nipples through your dress. You whimper when he clasps his mouth over one and sucks, the fabric pinching delightfully. 
“Billy, gotta—” He pulls back again, and you can see the cord of muscle in his neck straining from hovering above you for so long. He reaches a hand down to take the place of yours, stroking his cock and rubbing it through your slick folds. Your body lurches when he suddenly notches it at your entrance, but then he retreats just as quickly, making you whine.
“Look at you,” He praises, slapping at your clit with the tip. You brush your hands down his front, feeling a sheen of sweat decorating his sternum. “Desperate for me, aren’t you? Can’t wait another second.”
You toss your head when he dips in again, further than before. He wants to force it, knows you don’t mind when he’s rougher than usual. Actually he’s quite sure you relish it, but he can’t be like how he used to be, not with you. You’re too precious, your body is too precious for him to mistakenly cause you pain. The thought of doing that to you is nearly enough to make him stop, but he can see how needy you are in this moment and he doesn’t want to disappoint you. Not right after you confessed to wanting him so badly. 
So he takes it slow, even though his dick is throbbing in his hand, and even when you whine for him to go faster. He goes further every time he rocks his pelvis into yours, until finally he’s got you stretched around his entire length and your brow is scrunched up cutely. 
He lowers himself onto his elbows and you take the opportunity to reach your hands inside his jacket, his back, his sides, anywhere you can reach. He nuzzles his forehead to yours and gently starts to build up a rhythm, wheedling little noises from you as the pleasure stemming from your core starts to morph. The rough drag of his jeans that were barely pulled down sends little shockwaves into you from your thighs, and you feel incredibly vulnerable out here. The fact that he wants to take it slow says everything about him. 
He’s huffing now, releasing little groans of contentment himself. The moon backlights him and his curls shield your faces from the brightest rays, a canopy of intimacy that only the two of you are privy to. 
“Fuck, Billy, you’re perfect,” Your hands leave his body in favor of cupping his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. He looks so taken aback in that moment that it breaks your heart, but at the same time it makes you feel so special, getting to see him in this state. He’s yours. “So perfect for me, don’t you ever forget that.” 
His eyes burn with something you don’t quite recognize and he suddenly grips your waist, leaning back so you’re half sitting up on the hood and he’s standing in the grass. The movement jars you a little but you hold onto him as he sets a steadier pace, his hips drilling his cock into your squelching core. You cry out when he hits that spot inside of you that even you can’t reach, and he eats up every euphoric reaction like candy. 
“As long as you remember—shit!” He grits out before one particular hard clench of your pussy makes him quiver. “As long as you remember…that you’re perfect for me, too.”
You nod through the haze of your fast approaching orgasm, tears rolling down your cheeks He nods with you, pressing his forehead to yours again. 
“That’s it, baby, let me have it. I know you’re close, come with me.” 
Your core spasms as your vision goes white, your head tilting back in ecstasy as he draws your climax out, spilling himself inside you with a deep growl that vibrates in his chest and leaves him panting. 
“Oh my god,” You try to catch your breath. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Billy Hargrove, I swear.” 
He chuckles, voice light and airy as he removes himself as gently as he can from you to arrange himself in his pants. You feel incredibly sticky for a moment but that’s remedied when he takes your underwear back out of his jacket pocket and puts them back on you, causing you to blush at his level of care. He puts one foot in, then the other, dragging the dainty fabric up your legs until it’s situated as it should be. You feel better already.
“Come on,” He helps you on the hood onto wobbly legs. “Let’s go back to bed.”
The drive home is blissful enough to lull you to sleep, since you wake up in his bed the next morning, his arm draped over your side.
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@nix-rose-q @writethrough @bookshelf-dust @billlydear @justice4billy
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@scarletwitchwhore @justice4billiam
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look-at-the-soul · 10 months
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The one
Modern Tommy Shelby x reader
A/N congratulations @toms-cherry-trees on 1.5K followers! 👏🏻✨🎉🥳🙌🏻 you deserve that and many many more!! So I wrote this little piece for you, I hope you enjoy it, the idea came to my mind as the perfect match for your autumn theme when I saw this moodboard @acewritesfics created (I know you did it for Cillian + cottage Ace, but since I have that idea very similar in my The Photoshoot series, I took it as inspiration for a modern Tommy ☺️)
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Patting around the bed to find the solid body she loved the most, but all Y/N could find was emptiness.
She couldn’t love this place more, the birds were chirping outside, the fresh air was too good to be true, no cellphone signal… if only she could find Tommy.
“Good morning beautiful.” He praised from the bedroom door, stepping in with a tray full of coffee, fruit and toast.
“I woke up and you weren’t here.” She pouted covering her upper body with the sheets.
“But I am now.” He replied placing the tray over her legs, taking one long look at her disheveled hair, tangled from all the times he ran his fingers through it the previous night. Her naked form covered only by the ivory sheets.
This was the closest to a vacation she could afford right now, not because money was a problem, but because Tommy had been extremely busy with his business and she knew asking for a five day or a week holiday would drive him mad, so a weekend at a small cottage was a luxury she couldn’t miss.
Everything had been perfect since they arrived; the lovely weather, the scent of nature, the calmness vs the caos in the city. She loved specially the dead leaves crunching beneath her feet as they took a long walk the previous day.
“It was a good idea to bring that small coffee machine.” Tommy chuckled realizing how little things they had there, no tv, no wifi, there was a small old fashioned fireplace that luckily still worked and he lit it as it started to get chilly last night.
“Told you it was a good investment.”
“I thought we’d have one… guess I was wrong.”
“Yeah same reason why you brought your iPad too.”
Tommy stole a strawberry from the bowl. “Uhu, I really can’t believe there’s no access to technology around.”
“Don’t complain, we’ve hot water and power light.”
Tommy’s eyes sparkled suddenly. “And the best part is… I‘ve you all to myself.”
Y/N’s body tingled just by his voice and the way he was looking at her.
Closing her legs instinctively, she observed her boyfriend place the tray on the dresser.
“You think that’s going to stop me?” He arched an eyebrow cockily at the same time he took one of her legs to drop a kiss on her ankle, starting a trail of feather-like kisses all over her skin, making Y/N discover the soft spot behind her knee that she didn’t know it existed and how much it was turning her on.
She sighed content letting Tommy throw the covers aside.
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It was a lovely Autumn day, her favorite season, the colors, the trees losing their leaves, the smell, she could swear the atmosphere was different.
Perhaps what really made a difference was watching Tommy so calm with a high energy and an endless smile on his face. Turning around, she found the last rays of sunshine kissing his skin, every freckle and the reflection in the lake in front of them making his blue eyes sparkle even more.
He wasn’t wearing his signature immaculate three piece suit, but a white t-shirt covered by a denim jacket and black jeans, he looked like a totally different person, looking at him made her heart skip a beat, just like the first time.
“Whot?” He frowned.
“You look different.” Y/N pointed out. “Happier.”
“Well I’ve everything I want right now, that surely is a motive.” Tommy admitted kissing her hair.
His surprise grew even more when he saw Y/N pulling out a blanket from the basket she demanded to bring to their stroll.
“Don’t stand there watching, help me!” She shot him a look, placing her side on the grass.
“So bossy.” Tommy chuckled, relaxing his body finally over the blanket, pulling her towards him moments later.
He tried to suppress a chuckle when he saw her placing a bottle of wine and two glasses between them, she was always extra when packing.
“Oh, do I hear someone complaining?” She laughed.
In silence, his mind wandered to think how grateful he really was for Ada insisting over and over for him to try out one of those ridiculous dating apps, after being extremely picky about the prospects showing up in his cellphone, he stopped when he found Y/N’s profile.
Matching her right away, the conversation was flowing naturally, they simply clicked and agreed to meet the following week.
She wasn’t just eye catching physically, her interests caught his attention, she was a lawyer and worked at her own firm, had a good taste in music and books, she loved to fight for human rights. And when they first met in person, he knew she wasn’t just good looking, she had a brain, an interesting conversation and she could keep up with his wicked sense of humor surprisingly well. He was surprised how the conversation never seemed to die with Y/N.
The romance took off immediately, date after date, they discovered new things about the other one, Tommy particularly loved the moment she arrived at her apartment, kicking her high heels while he poured some wine as she stretched her legs on the couch. By now he had lost count of how many skirts and dresses she owned, but he knew she wore a different outfit to every trial.
Now they were both wearing casual outfits, comfortable shoes and she added a light scarf around her neck, both completely out of their elements.
Tommy leaned on his back enjoying not having everyone bothering every three minutes, the silence, peace, not feeling anxious about his next meeting or the papers piling up to sign on his desk, the atmosphere calm, he even took several minutes admiring the sighting… not every day he got to have all of that.
“Did you fall asleep?” Y/N whispered nudging her nose against his cheek.
“No, I’m just relaxing as you said I should.” He confessed opening one eye to look at her.
The autumn breeze made a chill run up and down her back, instinctively Tommy’s hand started caressing over the jumper as if he had been able to feel it. He was lying down on his back. This was the prettiest sunset she had ever seen, the lake catching the reflection of the sky, copying the oranges tones, as well as the incredible trees before her eyes, it looked like it was taken out of professional photograph.
Closing the novel she had been reading, Y/N turned around and rested an arm and head on his torso, adapting to the calm rhythm of his breathing. Taking in the scar on his chin, she wondered how he got it.
“I can feel you staring.” He stated with his eyes closed, hidden under his Ray Bans.
“Just admiring the view,” she admitted, “and the calmness.”
A smile started forming on his lips, but he didn’t move from his position, loving the way her body felt against his.
“I can’t remember the last time I took a day off.”
Y/N chuckled switching her position to lay down next to him. “That’s exactly why I suggested it. You needed to relax.”
“I was relaxed.” He defended quickly.
“Ugh you can be so stubborn sometimes, you were under so much stress, it wasn’t fun to be around.”
In mere seconds, Tommy pinned Y/N under his body.
She squealed and tried to kick her legs while he was holding his weight on his arms to not crush her down.
“Oh let me show ya how much fun I can be.” He adviced with a smirk, grinding against her sweet body, changing completely the atmosphere.
“This is dangerous… and wild.”
Apart from the cottage and the very few villages at the other side of the lake, they were practically on their own.
“No one is around.” He answered playfully looking from left to right, attacking Y/N’s neck afterwards.
A wave of electricity ran through every nerve in her body. Deep down she knew this was a side of him that not all the people got to see, and it wasn’t really so frequent.
“But… you’ll have to be on top darling, I’m not getting any younger.” Tommy joked resuming his previous position.
“I don’t ever want to go back to the city.” Y/N murmured as they snuggled, loving their surroundings close to the cottage. “Look at you. Who would’ve thought you would end up enjoying this?”
“I’m a man full of surprises, love.”
His hand sneaked around her waist, bringing her body above his.
Y/N giggled, but let him pull her closer, Tommy loved that look on her as the sun about to go down shone through her.
“Oh Mr. Surprises I think we should rent this Airbnb more often.” She absolutely fell in love with the cottage and everything around it. It was small, cozy and had everything they needed.
Tommy cleared his throat. “Speaking of Airbnb…” he took in her beauty for an instant, “when we go back to the city, I’m planing to make an offer for the place.”
Y/N looked at him with shock written all over her face.
“What? Why?”
“Because I love how happy you look.”
Her smile grew and the space in her face wasn’t enough to hold it. “Tommy!”
He felt her smile against his lips as they kissed, but soon she moved away from his body to wrap a cardigan around her shoulders.
“And I also think it’s time you meet my son, Charlie… and the rest of my family.”
Before Y/N could answer something, Tommy continued. “I know we said we’d take it slow, but we’ve been dating for a while and you already know I’m deadly serious about this, why waste time?” He shuddered. “My sister specially has been very adamant to meet you.”
“Woah, you really want to make this official?”
Tommy nodded.
“I couldn’t feel more sure about us, since the moment I saw you walking into the restaurant that first time I thought shit, this is it, this is the one for me.”
“I’m so glad you sent that first message, I had decided earlier I’d give up looking and close the app.” Y/N ran her hands up and down his chest.
His knuckles caressing her cheek.
“Tell me about Charlie.” She asked. Eyelids half closed from his delicate touch.
And now it was his turn to smile because he absolutely knew she was the one.
***
A/N one of my friends just met her bf through a dating app and I’ve never seen her happier, so I got the inspiration from there! Kat I hope you never see this 😂🤣
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TAKE ME TO CHURCH. | K.DY
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— Prologue: “I think you look better on your knees, Sweetheart.”
— Summary: Where your boyfriend takes you to Sunday church but after the service you end up on your knees at the alter for someone else.
— Genre: Smut minors dni. Churchboyfriend!doyoung. We need more church Doyoung. Established relationship. Degrading words. Sex inside a church (pls never do this oml). Oral sex Male receiving. (and pls never do this either.)
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Your boyfriend is actively religious and it’s one of things you love about him. His faith. Doyoung would pray daily. Even if it was before food, doing the night prayers or in the morning he would do prayers. You would join him and you partake in it with him.
You grew up with Christianity as well but you weren’t that much closer to being active until Doyoung shaped your life by showing up at your doorstep. Little did you know your faith grew stronger and now you’re both equally infatuated with your religious beliefs.
You don’t know if it was God’s plan to bring Doyoung to you and maybe it was. Maybe God has brought Doyoung to you knowing you needed someone by your side to strive you to the right path and it did work very well; Doyoung has been glued to your hip ever since.
Today was Sunday. The special day where everyone gathers to go to church. Doyoung took you to his church this time and you happily agree to go with him because you were interested.
You wore a little yellow floral dress it touches your knees and your hair was in a little bun tucked away leaving on your two strands of curtain bangs to be curled resting just above your forehead and eyebrows. Your skin was glowing because you put on your sunscreen. It was the season where summer has began and you decided to wear a dress was perfect for the occasion. You wore your silver cross necklace and you had your gently filed bare nails latch into your palm.
Doyoung wore a small black denim jacket with a loose white t shirt with the short sleeves revealing the bare muscular arms underneath the jacket. He wore a pair of black jeans and a black belt round it on. Your boyfriend’s black hair was neatly styled and it makes him look stylish. He looks handsome in such simple clothes and shapes. It drives you insane to believe he was yours and you were his.
However your boyfriend couldn’t get his eyes off your body wearing that floral yellow dress that fits to your very perfectly body and curves. Even the reveal of your neck and the gentle hairs behind your hair that couldn’t even get up to the bun made his eyes want to pop out the sockets. He was truthfully wanting to tell you that you are looking extra beautiful. But he held his tongue and kept his eyes on you while the mid service was happening.
He deeply comes forward suddenly meeting his lips to your ears as you guys were sitting down already in the church. Everyone listening to the priest ahead reading out a few lines from the Bible. “You look beautiful, Y/n.” You turn to face him slightly surprised to see Doyoung whispering such things to you. Usually your boyfriend is so focused on the verses being said.
But now he was slightly taken aback by your presence. It’s as if he couldn’t move on until he tells you what you need to hear three words: you look beautiful.
You didn’t respond but you clearly acknowledge his compliment which made Doyoung even more lost at the sight of how gorgeous you look to the human eye. At first it was small glances to look at you and now those same thoughts took a wild turn. He starts to imagine all sorts of things about you. What he can do to you.
And it really pains him to think this when he was inside a holy house of the Lord. The church. Doyoung never had this problem before but something awakened inside him today.
You awakened something to him.
‘Maybe I should’ve prayed extra today.’ Doyoung thought because all those dark sinful thoughts directed to you were putting a strain on his own focus. ‘Lord forgive me.’ He pleads to him to give strength to himself.
He was becoming needy for you and you’re not even aware of it because you are focusing up the front and he cannot do that because you’re next to him and your presence itself was suffocating.
The service feels somehow too long. Usually Doyoung would manage to think the service was a decently good length of time to put in the place but today he was growing impatient to leave with you. He had something to deal with. Doyoung couldn’t help but place one hand on top of your thigh. It was such a small simple innocent gesture. You didn’t think much about it. Until that same hand moves an inch closer and closer up your thigh slowly lifting your floral yellow dress. You feel your eyes shake. You didn’t even know your boyfriend had that nerve in him to pull something like that inside a church.
Your head snaps over to your boyfriend who was calm and looking up the front where everyone else was focusing on the things being said. You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend was touching you in some ways you cannot comprehend. I mean it’s not like you and Doyoung never done something like this — you guys show enough physical affection when you’re alone. Not inside a church full of faithful believers.
Doyoung feels your hand stop him from going any further. He was very close to touching your inner thighs now and you panicked. “Doyoung what are you doing?” You whisper in a hissing tone. Your voice hissed out a longer syllable of ‘doing’ so he could get the words out right how much you’re shocked.
Doyoung lowly responds glancing at you for a moment. “I can’t help it. You’ve done this to me.”
You did this to him. You make him go absolutely feral when he shouldn’t be and your eyes wander around watching the other people who weren’t noticing you and Doyoung. You somehow feel relieved no one was paying attention to you and your boyfriend currently because otherwise that would’ve been a whole different situation mess.
“Come with me.” Doyoung urges quickly as he stands up bringing his hand into yours. You were dragged at the back of the church. No one questioned where you two were going many people assumed you had to do something important for example a phone call or maybe you both need a fresh air to go outside.
Doyoung however needed something more complicated. You were pushed inside the toilets. They were public and it really makes you anxious when Doyoung’s stranded lips found their way to yours kissing you with so much electricity impulse that your bodies share. You swore you feel your lips move in an instinct reflex. You didn’t even want to kiss him back because at first your thoughts were ‘We can’t be doing this we will get caught.’ But you were so drawn out to the way your boyfriend’s hands magically lift you against the wall pressing the clothes bulge into your inner thighs. And a moan escaped your lips when Doyoung’s skilful tongue was lapping your entire mouth exploring you clean. Head to toe he was roaming his dainty but vein covered fingertips on your body that has him acting this way. Your floral yellow dress fits your body so nicely.
Your boyfriend almost feels bad for undressing you from that dress because you looked so pretty and beautiful today. You look innocent in a way you look completely untouchable. Doyoung couldn’t help but bite on your bottom lip and softly suck on it which only made your mind to become blurry. Your voice comes out with a soft hitching whine.
You murmur as your doe-like eyes open up at your boyfriend pressing your body on the cold bathroom tiles against your back shoulders and the spine. “Doyoung please,” you weren’t even sure what you’re pleading for.
This was your overtaking need to become full of Doyoung speaking this wasn’t even you. Doyoung darkly towers over you naturally because of your significant height differences between you and him. The slender hands press on the tile, one of them did. The other loosely caressed your cheek, his thumb rubbing on your cheek. “What are you pleading for, Y/n? Hm?” He was so condescending. You could melt with the way his deep and low timbering voice sounded.
“Tell me what you want me to do, please what?” Doyoung paused looking down at your face full of flushing red colours. He saw the gradience of your softly pressed face, you even put on a little gently makeup today which makes you look like a soft princess. The redness on your cheeks grows quickly like a disease spreading and Doyoung loved the way it was so gradient on the colour of your skin.
You swore the words coming out of your boyfriend was so out of character but at the same time you loved to see how much you effect him by simply existing. Your mind was a busy conflicting court between the heart and your brain. You want him inside you, No, you to breathe and bathe in him. Your boyfriend was part of your soul but that was not enough for you.
You can’t help but respond in a way leaving your boyfriend stunned in the back of his head. “You know what I want, Doyoung.” You say with an alert and Doyoung chuckles seeing how much your shyness stops you.
“Get on your knees then.” Doyoung demands. It’s okay because he doesn’t need to hear you say anything your face tells him quite enough. Your face grew shades darker when his words touch your face. “I think you look better on your knees, Sweetheart.”He knew exactly what you wanted.
Without a sense of dimension time the black lower clothing jeans unbuckle by the black leather belt drops to the ankles and your eyes long for the sight of his giant bulge in front of you. Your hands were so small compared to his own cock resting against the stomach poking up. He was hard, and you need to fix that for him. Doyoung saw you grab the length with your little fingers and his eyes darken. He wasn’t sure if something inside him snapped or whatever it could be; but he found himself definitely loving how small you are compared to him.
You being watched holding his erected length made you even more nervous knowing you are in a public toilet that anyone could have walked into and they would see you on your knees in front of your boyfriend. Doyoung glares slightly at you, as if he was scolding you. “Y/n you should start using your mouth and stop wasting our time, Hm? Unless you really want people to see how much of a pretty whore you are for me.”
Your stomach could split in half hearing your boyfriend use such degrading terms to you. He wasn’t usually like this. He never refers to you with such name terms but you suppose he was just overwhelmed by you. He wants to destroy you in a way. And somehow you find yourself liking that idea.
Your mouth goes agape shape following Doyoung’s silhouette shape. Doyoung’s length was beautiful you’d have to think he was chiselled by God himself considering every part of him was your favourite part. The length practically screaming to be in your mouth finally reached your tongue. You laid the manhood down and slowly take him in. Doyoung let’s out a soft sigh seeing you work your way very carefully around the shape he provides. You could do this all day if you’re honest.
You enjoy wrapping your tongue around his tip and down the shaft. You like licking him from the downwards and upwards sides. You especially like how each little move you do your mouth captures Doyoung’s meat to throb.
“That’s it…that’s what you should be doing.” Doyoung softly said as his free hand turned forward. He made sure to brush out your hair from your face so he can observe you sucking his long length in your throat.
You couldn’t really handle how long he was sometimes: your mouth has to really stretch and widen out to take him fully. Once you do his length pressed deeper and deeper. You couldn’t help but see Doyoung’s hips suddenly rut forward causing you to be surprised.
“You should let me teach you…” Doyoung trails.
Doyoung wasn’t being nice today and you can’t help but find those rough round the edges actions he does to you to be something new you discovered. Doyoung pushed the pelvis forward causing his entire length to slip inside your mouth entirely forcing your jaw to open more. He coos gently. “Open up darling. I’ll show you how it’s done.” He said to you in a deep dangerous breathy tone.
Doyoung loved seeing you struggle taking him in there was something about the way how small your mouth was and the petite tongue of yours lapping round his cock like ocean waves coming to a shore. Doyoung couldn’t help it. The more broken and innocent you look the more he becomes tougher. He lets a groan gripping one of the tiles on top as you’re on your knees trembling with how forceful his pretty cock was running in and out of your mouth. He was pushing his full on hips and waist forward.
You couldn’t believe it but you feel your gag reflexing working suddenly and Doyoung made sure to muffle your soft gags as he starts to completely ruin your mouth till you become a sloppy saliva mess. He wants to see you drool. He wants to see you cry even. And he wishes to see your mouth become swollen otherwise Doyoung believes he didn’t do a good job fucking you enough the way you like it.
Your eyes clench when Doyoung suddenly makes sure you deep throat him. He changed the channel course and you slowly exhale when Doyoung gave a small opening to have you start deep throating him.
Doyoung pushed the back of your head to enhance it and you let out a moan-full whine. “D-Doyoung…!” You we’re completely taken by a different surprise.
“You have to be quiet alright? I’m starting to believe you want someone to hear us doing such sinful things in the Lord’s house.”
You can’t help but think maybe you do but you shouldn’t let that happen otherwise you won’t live this down. You close your eyes letting now Doyoung face fuck you until you were forming tears into your eyes from how pleasurable it feels to be treated like a different person from your boyfriend.
He runs down his hand to your neck tightly holding it as he feels your throat clench around his cock letting Doyoung to spew out a groan. “Oh god…Y/n… if you keep clenching around me like that…” He wasn’t sure what would happen because he was so full of your mouth around his cock. Each time he slips in and out of your mouth the new warm scorching saliva coats on his shaft.
You close your eyes tighter and clench your throat together as you suck more. There was something about when he’s watching you. He saw your loving eyes stare up at him and he couldn’t help but watch back with such a dangerous dark gaze. You love his brown eyes watching you like that.
He soon noticed your chest panting and your breath starting to become heavy. You were running out of oxygen and your lungs were in need of a new oxygen supply. Doyoung motions you with his dainty beautiful hands on your face. “Calm down.” He calmly tells you to as your teary eyes almost resembling the starry night sky watching him. “Breathe with your nose.” Doyoung said guiding you.
Sometimes he can have the softness side you’re so used to slip out when he was being like this with you. The side you’re used to him made you believe his words and your nose starts to breath in as your mouth works the way down his cock again. He slips out few groans once more when you used your teeth to press on his skin. You weren’t hurting him. Only the flat surface of your teeth managed to flatly touch him.
Doyoung liked the surprisingly new texture of your teeth hitting the edge of his skin and he grabs the tiles that his one arm was grabbing the entire time to support the posture of his leaning body. He ruts once more into your face letting you deal with the impact. You let out a muffled moan.
Doyoung croaks. “I’m so close… if you keep doing this I might not be able to last long.”
You close your eyes tight as you listen to his deep voice telling you in a threatening tone that he will not last much and you can’t help but carry on keeping your pace still and understanding. You push down further and Doyoung bites the bottom lip eyeing your nicely pressed figure on your knees as you’re taking him so well like the good girl you are.
Doyoung was satisfied watching you like this. He was watching every muscle your mouth used to take him. The moment he throbs once more in your mouth, you feel three twitched come out and soon your mouth feels a new sensation and taste on your tongue; the taste you love the most.
Your eyes open in a circular shape orbiting around Doyoung’s black eyes that look like planets to you. He saw that you were surprised by how much he released. Surprisingly it was a lot more than you could imagine.
You grab your thighs together as he filled your mouth full of his load and Doyoung was taking a long minute to recover. He never had any trouble breathing before but you took his breath away and the sight of your full cheeks because he really took over your entire mouth. He loved to see you swallow it so he kneels down grabbing your neck again.
The neck grab forces you to take a look at his face and you see his demanding eyes and smirk watching you.
“Swallow. All. Of. It.”
Your boyfriend told you to swallow and you couldn’t even disagree. You slowly start to swallow every inch of his load and he watches you do it cleanly. He smiles leaning on to your lips to give you a kiss as the taste of him on your tongue made him proud.
“God, I love you Y/n.” He said softly into the longing sharing kiss with you.
In a way he likes seeing you take everything he gives you because you don’t complain.
You murmur against your boyfriend’s lips as he pulls away only a little bit more from your face. “Take me to church again, this was fun.” You smile and Doyoung couldn’t help but feel his cheeks heat up and chuckle with his deep voice.
“Okay, I’ll take you to church with me again.” Doyoung was somehow glad you enjoyed this a lot more than he expected.
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a/n: it’s done!! it took me forever and i hope it lives up the expectations, but purple tie smut is here, as requested by the wonderful @smileysvech when she sent the middle picture, that really got the whole thing going 😅 also the title means “tie me up” in russian, allegedly, according to google translate
word count: 5.5k (which is wild bc i really thought it was longer whoops)
tw: use of a tie to restrain, dirty talk, smut
summary: andrei ties you up and has his way with you
Andrei presses his lips to the spot below your ear, sucking gently. His beard, grown in thick after weeks of being lazy about shaving, scratches deliciously at your skin. You wiggle under his attention, tugging gently at the fabric in your hands. He ignores you, trailing warm, soft kisses over your skin.
“Stop, Andrei,” you giggle, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear. “I’m trying to fix your tie.” You tug at the tie’s fabric again to emphasise your words. The breathless quality to your voice really undermines the effectiveness of your command. So naturally Andrei doesn’t listen.
His hands smooth over your hips, squeezing gently. “Fuck the tie,” he mumbles, kissing the side of your jaw. “Let me get you off before I go.”
Your cheeks heat up and you shake your head even though you want nothing more than to push him back on the bed and have your way with him. “You’ll be back home in like six hours,” you murmur, fingers working expertly to knot the purple silk tie at his neck. His proximity makes it hard for you to work quickly, the loose ends of the tie flipping up into both of your faces as you make the knot. You fucking love this tie, something about the brightness of the purple against his skin and hair color. “If you can wait that long, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
And whatever Andrei wants to do to you is usually something you can agree with. Half the time you’re convinced that you’re a sex addict, the way you constantly want his body on yours.
“Whatever I want?” Andrei repeats, fingers trailing along the waistband of your jeans. You shiver a little at the rough scrape of his calloused skin against your stomach. His index finger dips under the denim, blunt fingernail scraping against your side.
“Mhm,” you affirm, brushing imaginary lint off the lapels of his suit jacket, your fingers finding their way into the little hair wings at the nape of his neck and tugging gently. He makes a quiet purring noise, like an overgrown house cat.
He ducks his head and kisses you hungrily, tongue sweeping across your lower lip. You grasp at his collar, holding onto him when your knee buckle a little from the intensity of his kiss. Dazed, you barely comprehend him when he says roughly, “be ready for me, solnyshka. Because I’m taking control tonight.”
Heat pools between your legs and you subconsciously press your thighs together. “I…that sounds like a plan,” you stumble over the words, your brain short circuiting a bit from the heated look in Andrei’s eyes. He kisses the corner of your mouth, positively chaste for him, and pats your ass gently.
“I’ll see you later,” he says, letting you give his tie one final adjustment before raking his hand through his hair and heading out the door. The Lamborghini in the driveway revs and you press your thighs together, wondering just how annoyed he’d be if you took a little bit of the edge off before he gets home tonight.
You twist a shaky hand around the end of your hair and huff - just like Andrei to get you all hot and bothered when you won’t be satisfied for at least six or seven more hours. Luckily, or unluckily, you have a to-do list as long as your arm so you head out to your own car to run errands before the game.
The game is, to put it mildly, an unmitigated disaster. Andrei practically spends more time into penalty box than on ice, taking five different penalties over the three periods. Brady has to go down the tunnel after taking a puck to the face - luckily he’s fine save for a handful of stitches. Pyotr gets pulled after letting in the tying goal and there’s a minor scrum after the whistle to end the second. Worst of all, the Canes give up a 3-1 lead to lose 5-3.
You know Andrei is going to be cranky as hell when he gets home, but at the same time, he’ll be more aggressive in bed, which is something that you need right now. You’ve been trying to ignore the spark of desire that Andrei left you with before the game, but watching him play and argue with the refs from the penalty box, even though the TV, has you all hot and bothered again.
Sure enough, while you’re trying to kill time by cleaning up, you get a text from Andrei: Be naked for me when I get home. I don’t want to waste any time getting my mouth on you.
You blush at his text, grinning toothily to yourself.
But obediently and with shivers of excitement running up your spine, you change into a matching lace set - deep purple to match Andrei’s tie. You’re waiting at the door when Andrei pulls up, the Lamborghini’s engine cutting off and leaving an anticipatory silence in its wake. When Andrei opens the front door, you’re leaning casually against the wall, a small smirk on your face. He drops his bag to the floor and nearly growls when he sees you, muttering, “thank fuck,” and surging forward to kiss you.
He’s rough, one large hand coming to rest at the base of your throat, fingers pressing against the column of your neck, squeezing and tilting your chin up so he can kiss you hungrily. His mouth slants over yours, the force of his lips against yours almost bruising. Andrei’s other hand is on your waist, holding tightly and pulling you flush against him. You kiss him back, fingers threading through his hair, rocking against the front of his pants, his cock hard against your core. His body is hot through his suit.
“I said to be naked,” he mutters, keeping you pressed against the wall as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses from the hinge of your jaw down your neck. His hand is still wrapped at the base of your throat, his thumb caressing the jut of your collarbone. He squeezes, fingers flexing around your neck, and you gasp a little, feeling dizzy for a brief second before his grip loosens. Your head is thrown back against the wall so Andrei has easy access to your neck. His teeth scrape over your collarbone and he bites down, brief but sharp pain flaring and sending a rush of heat through your core.
“Thought you might have fun tearing these off,” you murmur, twisting your fingers in his hair and tugging. He hisses at the sensation and flexes his fingers over your hip. Those same fingers slide down to tangle in the thin lace covering your ass. He caresses one ass cheek before giving it a little pinch. You jolt in his grip, your panties completely soaked. A little moan slips past your lips and you press harder against his cock. He grins against your skin.
His teeth catch on the strap of your bra snapping it a little. “Did you pick this to match me, solnyshka?” He breathes the question, voice hoarse, while his hips roll lazily against yours. The press of his erection against your cunt is making coherent thought difficult. Your legs open a little more, your stance widening, and Andrei’s thigh moves in between them, lifting up so hard muscle is up against the throbbing heat of your cunt. You whine and rock your hips against him, the sensation of lace against your clit nearly enough to get you off.
“Mhm,” you hum, riding Andrei’s thigh while he moves both hands to your ass, gripping and kneading and pulling you harshly over his suit pants. His lips are on your neck again, biting and sucking marks all over your skin.
“Ty ne slushayesh', malen'kiy otrod'ye,” he says against your neck. Even if your brain wasn’t a lust-soaked puddle of goo, you’d have no idea what he’s saying. But the rough edge to his tone clicks in your brain and you know he’s reprimanding you for something. “I said I wanted you naked when I got home,” he continues, sliding you over his thigh again. His hand smacks against the side of your thigh, stinging a little. The rough drag of lace and suit fabric against your soaked cunt is heavenly, your hips rocking into the friction, eyes rolling back into your head.
“I…I…” you gasp, breathless from the building orgasm. Suddenly, Andrei’s thigh is gone from between your legs and you’re left wanting. “What?”
Your stomach twists, the throbbing between your legs incessant. Through the haze of the denied orgasm, you look up at Andrei and register that his mouth is twisted in a smirk and his eyes are dark from his blown pupils. “Little brats don’t get to come when they want. They have to earn it,” he says, voice like gravel. His fingers dig into your hips, bruising.
“Andrei…” you murmur, reaching for him. He shakes his head, dodging your touch.
His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, tugging experimentally. You whine, trying to get him to bring his thigh back where you want it by wrapping your hands around his belt and pulling on it, and he snaps the elastic against your skin. “Ah, little brat. When you don’t listen, you don’t get rewarded,” he wraps one hand around both your wrists and holds them over your head, scraping his teeth against your jaw. His other hand, still tangled in the lace, yanks, and the fabric shreds, falling to the floor and leaving you completely bare.
You shiver at the sudden exposure to the cool air, Andrei’s fingers dipping lower and teasing at the crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. He makes a low sound in the back of his throat, “not wet enough for what I want to do, solnyshka, we have some work to do.” He cups your cunt, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit. A strangled gasp stutters past your lips and you drop your head back against the wall, murmuring his name. “Upstairs,” he demands, releasing your hands and swatting at your ass to get you moving.
A giggle rips through your body and Andrei smiles at you, a full, genuine smile that shows off his missing tooth, breaking his character for a moment to kiss the side of your head. “Upstairs, solnyshka,” he growls against your hairline and you shiver again, practically skipping upstairs with Andrei hot on your heels, grabbing your ass as you go. Your thighs slip together, dripping with your arousal.
The bed is only partially made, the covers pulled up but rumpled and pillows haphazardly set at the top of the mattress. Andrei grabs at your waist and pulls you flush against the front of his body, hips rocking so the hard ridge of his cock presses against your bare ass. The fabric of his suit pants creates a delicious friction and you press your ass back against him, moaning a little. His hands splay out over your stomach, covering so much skin. “Are you going to listen now?” He asks lowly, breath tickling your ear and moving wispy strands of your hair.
“Yes,” you breathe, nodding as Andrei knocks his foot in between yours, spreading your legs apart and pushing down on your upper back so you bend at the waist. Your hands brace against the mattress and Andrei’s down between your legs. He bites one of your ass cheeks, soothing over the spot with his tongue, stroking lazily at your clit with the tip of one finger. Your legs shake and arousal floods your stomach, dripping down your thighs. “Andrei…” you murmur his name, bending further and resting your weight on your forearms. The new position pushes your ass higher in the air and closer to his face, giving him the opportunity to attach his mouth to your cunt from behind. A shriek rips from your throat when he sucks at your clit, hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place. He hums against you and it’s only a matter of heartbeats before you’re coming on his face, gasping for air.
“Good girl,” Andrei’s voice is muffled, “but you can do better.”
He flattens his tongue over you and your hands scrabble at the sheets, fisting the fabric until your knuckles are white. You chant his name, voice getting higher and higher pitched as he licks at you, sliding one hand up over the front of your thigh and circling your clit with a calloused fingertip. As Andrei works you over, you raise up on your tiptoes, pressing your face into the mattress and screaming his name. He presses his fingertip firmly against your clit and you see stars, your entire body going liquid. He holds his finger in place, never letting you get relief from the overwhelming sensation.
Andrei strokes at the back of your thigh with one hand, using the other to coax you through the aftershocks of your second orgasm. You slump against the bed, turning your head to the side so you can breathe. “That was…” you mumble, shaking your head.
With a low chuckle, Andrei gets up, leaving you feeling empty, and manoeuvres your limp body so you’re on your back, ass and legs hanging off the edge. The entire lower half of his face is shiny with your arousal and he looks self-satisfied. “I have so much more I want to do with you, solnyshka,” he rasps, shedding his suit jacket and tossing it onto the chair in the corner of the room. He reaches down and winds his hand under your back, unhooking your bra with practiced fingers. The lace is tugged off your breasts and tossed to the floor in a dismissive gesture.
You stretch a little, arching your back, nipples pebbling under Andrei’s heated gaze. He trails the backs of his knuckles over the side of one breast, running his thumb against the underside. Your nipples tighten painfully, pinching under his light touch.
“Like what?” You murmur hazily, eyes heavy lidded.
Andrei hooks his index finger into the knot of his tie and wiggles it back and forth, loosening the fabric. His full lips curl up into a smirk and he tugs at the purple silk, pulling the tie out from under his collar. Loosely, he wraps it around his fingers and flexes them. “Arms up,” he commands. “Over your head.”
Oh.
Excitement zips down your spine and you manage to scoot back up the mattress, your arms over your head and crossed at the wrist. “You���re in charge,” you grin, the post-orgasm haze fading away as fresh desire blooms in your stomach.
Andrei rests one knee on the mattress next to you, tracing his hand up your arm before looping the tie around your wrists and expertly tying it off and keeping you attached to the headboard. “Good?” He asks genuinely. His hands wrap loosely around your wrists, fingers running under the tie’s fabric to make sure it’s not too tight.
You give your arms an experimental tug - tight enough to keep you in place, but not tight enough to hurt you. “Very,” you nod, rubbing your thighs together.
“If you start to hurt,” he says, popping the top few buttons on his shirt with his fingers, “you tell me.”
It’s an order, not a suggestion, and you nod again, obedient. He grins at you, working the rest of the buttons through their holes and letting his shirt hang open. You enjoy the glimpse of tanned, toned stomach and press your thighs together again, wiggling against the mattress as desire rolls through your body. “You’re dripping,” he murmurs, voice low. The shirt gets dropped to the floor, his muscles flexing with the movement. He runs a hand over his pecs, flicking at a nipple with the tip of his middle finger. You watch as the bulge behind his zipper grows, straining the fabric to its limits.
“It’s all for you, baby,” you reply, licking your lower lip. “Touch me, Drei. Please.”
Andrei’s hand drifts down his stomach, scratching lightly, before he roughly runs the palm of his hand over his growing erection. “I thought I was in charge here?” The question is rhetorical. Your wrists are tied over your head and Andrei’s not about to touch you before he’s decided you’re both ready. His palm works lazily over his cock and his jaw is tight, so you know he’s feeling the pain of the confinement of his pants.
You let your legs fall open, baring yourself to him, and Andrei sucks in a breath. A muscle tics in his jaw and his hand stops its lazy path. “You are,” you whisper, “you’re in charge. But you know you want to touch me, baby. It’ll feel so good.” Heat rushes between your legs and you can feel the sheets growing damp underneath your ass. Your breathing grows shallow with the effort of keeping your legs open. All you want is relief from the ache.
Andrei kneels at the foot of the bed, his hands running up your calves. He lifts one leg up and kisses the inside of your ankle, the scrape of his stubble making you shiver. “Good for you, solnyshka? Or good for me?” His breath his hot on your skin.
“Both of us,” you stumble over the words - his other hand is moving further up your leg, thick, strong fingers squeezing at your thigh. His fingertips stop inches from where you want them and his grip on your ankle, keeping it at his shoulder level, is preventing you from rubbing your legs together so you’re left to suffer through the throbbing of your clit, the unbearable desire for him to fill you up.
Andrei kisses the inside of your knee before putting your leg back down on the bed. He’s lightning fast, grabbing your ankle again before you can press your legs together. “Ah,” he admonishes you, “legs apart. You’re only coming when I say so.” He spreads your legs and taps the tops of your feet. “Keep them here.” His tone brokers no argument
You nod and watch his every move, his hands going to his belt buckle and undoing it, the metal clinking softly. He grins, watching you watch him, and makes a show of it. The button on his suit pants is flicked open slowly and he takes his time with the zipper, letting out an involuntary groan when his cock is freed from the confines of his pants. The fabric covered bulge of his erection is prominent between the open v of his zipper and your mouth waters, your hips wiggling on the bed with your legs still splayed open, trying to remain obedient.
Andrei kicks his pants off, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor and all you can see is his gorgeous body. Smooth, tanned skin covering lean muscle. And he’s all yours.
“Should I get rid of these?” He asks, hooking one thumb in the waistband of his boxer-briefs, tugging them down slightly so the line of his hip bone is exposed. His other hand dips below the fabric, and you watch hungrily as the fabric stretches obscenely around the movement of his hand fisting his cock and stroking roughly. Your eyes are glued to the movement, watching his hand work.
Your head bobbles on a nod, back arching as you try and get some sort of relief from the ache between your legs. At this point, you’re so turned on just seeing Andrei’s cock will probably be enough to get you off. Now that you’re mostly recovered from the two back to back orgasms, you’re desperate for another. “Wanna see you,” you murmur, kicking a foot at him weakly before planting it flat on the mattress and opening yourself up further for him. “Wanna have you in me.”
“Be patient, solnyshka,” Andrei’s voice is a low growl that shoots straight down your spine, warming your stomach. He grins when you shiver, finally pushing down his briefs, letting his cock free. He’s still gripping it in one strong hand, but you can see the red, weeping tip and you can’t help it - your legs snap together, thighs clenching and twisting, trying to get some relief. You close your eyes and breathe heavily, struggling to keep your arms over your head when they want so badly to rub between your legs and relieve the pulsing ache.
The next thing you know, your legs are wrenched apart and Andrei’s shoulders are keeping your thighs spread. “Andr-“ you gasp his name, cutting off in a moan when he brushes his nose against your clit, licking at you and flattening his tongue over you. He stiffens his tongue and plunges it into your cunt, fucking you hard and fast. Your arms jerk, instinctively trying to reach down and tangle your hands in his hair, to hold his face against you. An unintelligible wail leaves your throat while Andrei works you over, holding your inner thighs still with both hands.
You chant his name, babbling and kicking your feet out as he tongues your clit, sucking down on the sensitive nub and ripping an orgasm from your body. Andrei keeps licking, drawing more from you until there’s a gush of fluid between your legs and you wriggle, trying to get away from his face. It’s too much, too fast, and tears stream down your face, overwhelmed. Your back arches off the bed, hips pushing up into Andrei’s face while he sucks at your clit.
“Too much, too much,” you cry, nudging at Andrei’s side with your heel. The aftershocks of your orgasm have your legs trembling, stomach muscles clenching. Andrei pulls back, leaning on his knees a little. His face is soaked with your arousal - again! You didn’t think that you could come like that, hard and fast and gushing - and he swipes a hand over his mouth, licking his lips.
His eyebrows are drawn together in concern and he runs a gentle hand over your shin. “You are okay? Should I stop?” His cock bobs in front of his stomach, looking painfully hard, and you suck in a shaky breath, evaluating.
“No, I want,” you hiccup the words, catching your breath, “I want more. Keep going. But slower.” You can’t even form a coherent thought, but every nerve ending in your body is on fire and you just want more of Andrei. “Too many, too fast,” you murmur, dropping back against the pillows, shifting your ass out of the damp spot on the sheets.
“Okay,” he runs calloused palms over the tops of your thighs, thumbs stroking at the sweaty skin, “slower for my baby. You’re so good.” He croons the praise. “So good for me, taking my fingers and my tongue like an angel.”
Andrei’s words are slurring in a mix of English and Russian and you know all the blood in his body is in his cock, making him distracted. You grin at him, looking at him through your eyelashes, and shift your wrists over your head. The silk tie twists and rubs at your skin, warm from your body heat. You want to be untied so you can get your hands on Andrei, run them over his shoulders and chest, wrap your fingers around his cock, but he’s not done with you yet.
He lies flat on his stomach between your legs, giving you a perfect view of his muscled back and ass. Andrei bites gently at the inside of your thigh, running his tongue over the spot to soothe it. His beard rasps against your skin, making your whole body shake, and he winds his left arm under your right thigh, holding his fingers against the inside of your thigh and resting his cheek against your skin. “We go slow, solnyshka,” he promises, as if he hasn’t already given you three mind-blowing orgasms, as if you hadn’t come in a gushing flood all over his face. The fingers of his free hand trail up the outside of your left thigh, dancing over the jumping muscles. You relax under his touch, loose-limbed and hazy, brushing the sole of your foot over his side, making him twitch when you reach a ticklish spot.
“I think about this all day,” Andrei says roughly, pressing the pad of his thumb against the crease of your thigh, swiping it through your sweat and arousal. “From the time I leave,” his breath is hot and tickles your thigh, making you clench your core muscles. Andrei’s eyes darken as he watches your cunt squeeze around nothing. “All I want is this, you, tied up, sitting there like a queen.” His fingers skate over your skin, swiping through your folds, making you shudder and clench. The tip of his index finger dips inside of you, pumping slowly, lazily, providing no real satisfaction. You clench around it, the single fingertip no comparison to the length and thickness of his cock. You need more than one finger in you for any satisfaction.
This is just Andrei teasing you, making sure you’re desperate for him.
“Andrei,” you whine, wriggling in his grip, engaging your stomach muscles and trying to sit up more. He presses his fingers harder against your inner thigh, scraping over your hipbone with his teeth.
“Moya koroleva,” he mumbles against the mark he made. “Purple for royalty, my beautiful queen, wet and sweet for me. Waiting for her king to make her happy. To make her scream.”
Your back arches off the bed when his thumb circles your clit, still swollen and sensitive. Andrei’s dirty talk always makes you wetter than you thought possible. He grins against your skin, plunging a second finger inside of you and moving his wrist. You let out a keening wail when his fingers curl, bending your free leg at the knee and pulling ineffectually at the tie around your wrists. As Andrei works harder, pumping his fingers in and out of you, reaching his other hand up over your stomach to splay out and keep you in place, you force your eyes open, hating to miss the show.
He adds a third finger, stretching you to your limits. His hand and wrist is damp, the insides of your thighs sticky and trembling.
His head is buried between your legs, licking delicately at your clit, the smooth expanse of his back shining with sweat. The perfect round globes of his ass jerk and move with his irregular rutting into the mattress. The bed shakes under you, Andrei’s hips pistoning. “Drei, baby,” you gasp, wanting him inside of you. It’s a fucking crime for him to get himself off against the bed instead of inside of you. “Please, please, come…” your words are slurred and unintelligible, “in me. On me. Drei, please!”
“One more, solnyshka, then me,” he mumbles, curling his fingers. “One more. Give me one more. I want to see you fall apart.”
He plunges his fingers to the second knuckle and you scream, clamping your thighs together around Andrei’s head. His laughter is muffled and the vise-like grip you have around him makes his movements shorter and sharper, his fingers pumping in quick little bursts. Pleasure coils low in your stomach, building up your spine, your thighs clenching around Andrei’s head until the dam breaks and you scream, Andrei’s fingers pressed firmly against your G-spot, his tongue relentless against your swollen clit. You cry, writhing under his palm, feet flat on his shoulders. His face pushes against your cunt, hips working into the mattress, your back sliding up the bed until your arms are a little bent at the elbows, the tension from the tie going slack. Breathing heavily, you grind against his face and hand, chasing the last of the aftershocks.
Your body goes limp, completely wrung out. Satisfied with himself, Andrei pulls his fingers from your cunt and sits back on his knees, cock standing proudly at attention, looking impossibly hard. “Andrei,” his name is a dreamy, weary sigh on your lips and he grins, cocky as hell.
“My turn,” he says simply, leaning over your body, covering it with his, and jerking his hips forward. He enters you in one easy slide, settling himself in the cradle of your hips. He plants his forearms on either side of your head, face inches from yours. “I’ll do all the work.”
Andrei closes the distance between your faces, kissing you lazily as his hips pump, the head of his cock hitting deep inside of you. You groan into his mouth, pain and pleasure mixing and setting every nerve ending in your body on fire. You’re so wet and slick for him the glide of his cock is seamless, so turned on that there’s no burn from the stretch of him filling you. His mouth trails hot, wet kisses over your jaw, biting at your earlobe while he snaps his hips into yours. “So wet, so tight,” Andrei mumbles into your ear. “All mine. Only mine. Ya tebya lyublyu, moya solnyshka.”
You wrap your legs around his hips and squeeze tightly, urging him to go harder, faster. He does, grunting into your hair, the powerful muscles of his legs and back working hard. Your heels dig into his ass cheeks and Andrei buries his face in your neck, your skin muffling his shout. Above you, his entire body tightens before he comes, finishing in you with a few powerful, stuttering strokes of his hips. You’re not going to come this time, but you’ve had your fill of orgasms and really just want to get to the point of the night where you can cuddle with Andrei.
“Come on, baby,” you murmur in his ear, desperate to get your hands on him. “Fill me up.”
Andrei bites at your neck, making you squeal and laugh, lifting your hips up to meet his. When he’s done, still half-hard inside of you, his body drops on top of yours, a warm, sweaty weight. You brush your nose against his temple, legs still wrapped around his waist. He’s still for a minute, kissing lightly against the side of your neck and tucking his hands under your head to tangle his fingers in your hair. You wiggle a little under him, starting to feel a little crushed.
“Andrei,” you whine a little, “I feel kind of gross.” There’s cum dripping out of you and down your ass cheeks, sweat and spit drying on every part of your body.
“One minute,” he mumbles, tugging on your hair gently before rolling off of your body. He looks at your seriously, a frown line forming between his eyebrows. “You didn’t come.” His pout is sweet, a stubborn glint in his eyes telling you that he’s ready to dive back in and give you another orgasm.
A laugh bubbles out of your chest. “Andrei, baby, I lost track of how many orgasms I just had, I’m good. I promise,” you grin sleepily, rubbing your legs together against the stickiness on your thighs. “Untie me and carry me to the bathtub.”
Not that you’d tell Andrei, but your shoulders are starting to go numb. He kisses the underside of your arm and reaches up to undo the knot. The silk tie loosens and Andrei wraps it around his hand while your arms fall into your lap. You sigh happily, stretching your arms to the side and rotating the feeling back into them. “I love that tie,” you grin, sitting up completely now that you have full
movement back.
“I love the purple against your skin,” Andrei replies, running his silk-wrapped knuckles over your side.
You roll onto your side and throw your leg over Andrei’s hip. “We should get silk sheets,” you suggest. “Think how nice those will feel…”
Andrei shifts back and tugs you closer, rubbing his hands over your shoulders, loosening the tension that had built up. You sigh and let your head flop back onto the pillow, mumbling “oh, that’s nice.”
His hands work down your arms, massaging the tight muscles and encircling your wrists, rubbing his thumbs over the reddish marks left from your struggle against the restraint. Andrei lifts each wrist to his mouth and kisses the marks, melting your heart. “Whatever your serdtse desires, solnyshka,” Andrei mumbles against your skin, “I’ll give you.”
Giggling lightly, you sigh, “right now, all my heart desires is a hot bath with my fiancé and a fancy sandwich the size of my head. With like three different kinds of cheese.”
Andrei’s answering laugh rumbles through his chest and vibrates your entire body. “I can give you both of those,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Stay here and I will make the bath for you.”
He climbs out of bed and pulls on his briefs, leaving you to stretch out happily, the pleasant post-sex soreness settling into your entire body. You blink slowly, listening to Andrei run the bath water, thinking how lucky you are to have a man who’ll tie you up, have his way with you, and then treat you like a queen afterwards.
“Flower bubbles or citrus bubbles?” Andrei calls from the bathroom.
A goofy grin transforms your face. God, you love him so much.
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Song- Enchanted by Taylor Swift
Pairing- tim mcgee x female! reader
Warning(s)- Just lots of dialogue if that counts (sorry about that)
Wordcount- 1,414
Summary- A reader has to come to her sense on who she wants in the future
“So,” I walked into the lab, twirling myself in my outfit. “What do you think?”
“Oh my,” Abby jumped up and down while clapping. “You look so cute!”
“I have to agree.” I looked over to see Tony, Ziva, and Tim walking into the lab.
“That dress is cute,” Ziva complimented my ash blue wrap dress with white polka dots scattered around it.
“Thanks,” I thanked them and I faced my lab partner. “You’re sure you’ll be fine when I’m gone?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she reassured me. “Now go on your date. Who knows? Something might happen.”
“Yeah,” I put on my denim jacket and threw my bag over my shoulder. “Well, I’m gonna get going now. See y’all tomorrow.”
All of them said their goodbyes and I headed to the elevator. Pressing the button, I waited for a little bit before the doors opened and I walked in.
“Hold the elevator!” I heard Tim’s voice and I pressed the hold button. “Thanks.”
“It’s no problem,” I smiled.
“So, you have a date with Darren?” He asked.
“Yeah, I do,” I nodded my head and let out a chuckle. “I have a feeling that he’s going to propose.”
“Really?” He raised his eyebrow. “How do you feel about that?”
“I don’t know to be honest.”
“You don’t know?”
“I mean,” I sighed and leaned against the elevator wall. “We’ve talked about it once but never talked about it again.”
“Well, do yourself with him for the rest of your life?” The agent asked.
“This is turning into an interrogation,”I let out a laugh as I switched the elevator off. “Why do you want to know McGee?”
“I’m just wondering,” he explained. “Marriage is a serious thing. You’re going to spend the rest of your life with that man and possibly have kids together.”
“And we’ll figure that out kids later,” I told him.
“Again, do you see yourself with him forever?” He asked again.
“Again McGee, why do you want to know?” I started to become agitated.
“Because he doesn’t deserve you!” He waved his arms in the air. “You don’t deserve him!”
“How do you know who I deserve?” I scoffed.
“Because of the amount of late nights we spend together while working on a case and your rants about the guys you go on dates with aren’t fitting into your standards,” he answered. “You also talk about how much Darren disappoints you but you’re still with him. Why is that?”
“Because I love him!” I turned the elevator back on again.
“Even though he disappoints you constantly?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I sighed with a questioning tone and whispered the last part. “Even though he’s not you.”
With the doors opening, we walked out of the elevator feeling tense from the conversation we just had. Giving Tim a small smile, I started to make my way out.
“Hey Y/N,” I looked over to see Tim. “Just think about it okay?”
Nodding my head, I walked out of the building and got into my car. Throughout my drive to the restaurant where I’m meeting Darren, I thought about the conversation that happened in the elevator.
Was I really in love with Darren?
Is he the right person for me?
With the sound of a honk knocking me out of my thoughts, I saw the light was green and continued to drive. Pulling up into a parking spot, I got out of the car and walked into the little Italian restaurant. Looking around I saw Darren sitting at one of the tables in the back more dressed up than usual. Walking up to the table, I greeted him with a kiss on the lips and sat down across from him. Opening the menu, it took me a few minutes before ordering what I wanted to eat. With wine being poured in our glasses after ordering, we clinked glasses and I took a big sip of wine.
Throughout dinner, I conversed with Darren about his day at work. Since he’s the press secretary for a freshman congressman, it was mostly about setting his boss’ agenda for election season. I really tried to listen to him but the conversation that Tim and I kept on replaying in my head.
“Hey, are you okay?” Darren asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied. “Just had a busy day at work.”
“Constantly running blood tests and fingerprints?” He let out a light chuckle.
“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” I gave him a smile.
He knows that I’m a forensic scientist but he doesn’t know that I work for NCIS and a field agent if needed.
Wrapping up dinner, Darren suggested that we should take a walk in the nearby park. Agreeing to that suggestion, we grabbed our things and headed out of the restaurant to the park.
Looking up at the sky, it turned from its normal blue color to a hue of orange, yellow, and purple, indicating that the sun is setting. The cool spring wind blew the cherry blossoms off the trees which landed in my hair. I could see the anxious feeling that Darren was radiating off of him as we got closer to the gazebo.
“Can I ask you something?” He faced me and grabbed both of my hands.
“What is it?” I started to feel my heart beating rapidly.
“I wanted to make this whole speech but I know you like it when people are straight to the point,” he chuckled, getting down on one knee and pulling out a velvet box. “Will you-”
“No,” I interrupted him.
“What?” He questioned
“No, I’m saying no,” I told him. “I know what you’re going to ask and I can’t.”
“Why?” He questioned while getting up from the ground.
“I just can’t,” I looked at him. “I don’t imagine us together and I’m sorry about that. You’re just not the person that I want to marry.”
The sound of rain soon filled my ears as tears formed in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Walking out of the gazebo, rain started to pour down on me. Without any care of the world, I walked in the rain back to my car. Shutting the door, I started to let out a bunch of tears. Leaning back on my chair and closing my eyes, the image of Tim entered my head.
He’s the only person I want to be with. I want to be with him, not a person not like him. I just hope he feels the same way.
Looking at the time on my phone, I started my car and made my way to the apartment. Parking my car when I reached it, I got out of my car and locked it before climbing up the stairs to the level where the apartment was. As I got closer, I heard the sound of typewriting muffled through the front door. Knocking on the door, I heard the typing stop and the sound of footsteps.
“Y/N?” Tim opened his door. “What are you doing here and wet? Come in.”
Walking into his apartment, he gave me a towel and thanked him. “I told him no.”
“So he did propose?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
“Why?” He questioned as I saw him going into his room.
“Because he’s not the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with,” I explained. “He’s just not-”
I let out a groan and covered my face. “Just not what?”
“He’s not you McGee!” I confessed and got up from my seat. “He doesn’t listen to me while I rant about work. He doesn’t geek out with me about the latest Doctor Who episode or the next Nintendo game. All he does is talks about politi- umph”
With Tim’s lips placed on my lips, the towel he gave me dropped onto the floor, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Fireworks started to explode in my stomach as we continued to kiss. His kisses were more soft and tender than Darren’s. They were more passionate which I love. Detaching our lips, we looked each other in the eyes with our blushed faces while catching our breaths.
“You don’t know how long I waited to do that,” he whispered.
“Too damn long?” I chuckled. “So, what now?”
“A trip to the Air and Space Smithsonian next week?” He suggested. “I heard they have a new exhibit about Pluto.”
“That sounds great.”
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persuasivus · 5 months
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bartender/neighbour! Law modern au
Previously law's neighbour desperately asked him for help as her apartment was getting flooded. after law helped her they messaged and he ended up telling her where he works, she's on her way to Polar Tang now to meet uo and say a "proper thank you", wonder what would happen next?
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It was half past 1 in the morning, law still had more than 3 hours until the end of his shift. somehow time was rolling out slower today, perhaps because it was such a quiet evening - not very typical. The bar was located at the port, it's been a long time tourist favourite and was almost never this empty.
law couldn't help but wonder if his neighbour will show up. It kind of irked him that he cared - they hadn't even talked before, save for the occasional greetings, although the greetings were pretty much one sided considering he mostly grunted back in response or ignored her as a whole.
"whatever" he thought while polishing a pair of crystal whiskey glasses. Law knew his personality was not everyone's cup of tea which was very fortunate for him as he found most people annoying. Having that said, it genuinely surprised the tattooed man that his neighbour managed to keep up the chat for so long.
they didn't say much but she kept pulling these ridiculous and only half funny (at best) jokes - how frustrating that he found them cute. That's a strong word coming from the likes of law who had the emotional availability of a rock. Law realised that perfectly so he wondered how exactly sleep deprived was he to waste his time on something so trivial.
he was over thinking this which was simply ridiculous.
From behind the counter, the dim lights and the jazz music made it harder to distinguish the figures approaching the bar, however most customers have already ordered so when he noticed a female figure approaching, law was almost sure it will turn out to be a familiar face.
"nice place" - the comment chimes in his ears, for a second law even thought he might smile but that's crossing the line of his nonchalant behaviour so it will be a hard pass.
"you saved me a seat, how nice" - she mocked then nestled herself right in front of him. "yeah crowd's busting, it was pretty hard" - his sarcastic remark was void of any emotion while his long and skillful fingers worked on mixing a cocktail.
it took him by surprise when she bursted out in laughter "mhm, I can imagine" - the simple act of her taking off her denim jacket and placing it on the stool next to her gave our bartender's eyes the freedom to roam over the smooth skin of her neck.
she wore her hair in a loose braid, her outfit was simple but flitted to her curves and it all appealed to him - how neat and comfortable she looked in her skin, sitting confidently and straight - a stark difference to the image of her just from several hours ago. Made him feel just a little bit shy.
"cat got your tongue?" law's face flushed uncomfortably, it appears that his neighbour caught him staring, but she didn't make it any harder for him. "sorry, didn't mean to catch you off guard." she smiled and reached out.
"i suppose that's for me?" - she asked averting her eyes from him and focusing them on the cocktail in his hands. law quickly grasped his composure and placed the tall glass carefully in front of the girl.
After the first sip she complimented the taste and then a thick for of silence engulfed the atmosphere. "you're not bad yourself" his neighbour startled him with the sudden act of bluntness and he could only respond by piercing her with his dark gaze.
no sign of emotion on his face, but it was just a facade for his heart was drumming irregularly. law tried to remember the last time someone made him feel so aware of... himself, his own expressions, words, mannerisms. It was unfamiliar, slightly uncomfortable but exciting.
"you looked, i looked. Ain't fair if you're the only one exposed" although she just confessed she finds him attractive her eyes seemed so calm. was he missing something or is she matching his energy?
law wasn't the type to indulge in small talk yet right now he was looking for something to say but was too stumped to think of anything. The annoyance made the collar of his shirt feel too tight but he didn't act on it.
"i wasn't looking" law lied after careful consideration. that made his neighbour tilt her head and smile while fidgeting with the green straw in her glass. "well, I was."
once again with that straightforwardness! Law almost found the lack of his social skills crippling, his own sense of humor making it hard to distinguish whether what she said was a sarcastic joke or if she actually meant it.
wait a second - what does it matter, right? maybe he hasn't had a girl be interested in him in so long he had forgotten how to act when it happens. Or maybe (actually) it's him not having found anyone interesting in so long he's forgotten how to show that he cares when that happens.
truth to be told, law felt something over that platonic, short chat conversation and he felt that something bloom as soon as his neighbour walked in the bar.
Previously girls had asked for his number, but he's always given the same simple response "i don't mix work with pleasure".
alas there he stood contemplating whether that's actually bullshit because he kind of wished to mix those two right now.
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delopsia · 1 year
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Tied To Your Body | Rhett Abbott x Reader
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Word Count: 5,000 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, Fem!Reader, unprotected sex, mentions of Rhett having a popcorn fixation (in other words ~mentions of food~), sex in a truck, a little bit of running from Maria, and mentions of Rhett recently losing his virginity to the reader ❤
They never talk about the beginning of the rodeo season.
No, no, they always talk about the end of it. 
When the stakes are at their highest, one wrong move can cost you everything you've been working towards. A bracing breeze half-heartedly nipping at your skin, crisp with everything Autumn. Leaves painted in their favorite warm tones, yellow, red, and orange, when the local farmers are harvesting their corn and soybeans, and the days become shorter and shorter.
They never talk about how the season starts in the Spring. The air always deceptively cold. One week, there's snow on the ground, and you're shivering up in the stands; the next, it feels like a hot summer day, and you're sweating through your clothes. When unexpected showers can come at any time, without warning, and when the pollen gives your allergies a run for their money, reminding you of your own mortality. 
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The weatherman said it would be quite warm tonight; the temperature appropriate for a t-shirt and shorts. But here you are, freezing your ass off because you took his advice and wore a short skirt.
Talk about the mistake of your life.
Pacing next to the fence line, jumping up and down, daydreaming about snuggling up next to a nice, cozy fire, nothing is working. In fact, it only serves to make you even colder, and when you step away from your spot along the fence for the briefest of seconds, your spot is taken. Some large, older man who scowls at you when you so much as breathe in his direction.
From across the rodeo grounds, hidden behind the elderly asshole who just spit tobacco on the ground next to your feet, you're staring daggers into the side of Rhett Abbott's skull. How has this unsocialized, pale cowboy dragged you all the way out to a rodeo three hours outside of Wabang? Where in your life did you make the turn that led you down this old dirt path? 
A blaring horn has you turning your gaze back to the left, just in time to catch glimpse of a black and white bull as it bursts out into the ring, his unfortunate rider already soaring through the open air. Your eyes flick back to where Rhett was once standing, waiting on his final ride of the night.
But he's not there.
What's worse is that you can't figure out where he could have made off to. Leading you to stand on your tiptoes and glance around in hopes of catching glimpse of that not-so-unique cowboy hat. So many brown hats in this crowded place. None of them attached to Rhett Abbott.
God, you hope he's not off buying popcorn. 
It's hard to recall how it came about. It may have gotten its start when he bought a Christmas popcorn tin because there was an adorable litter of golden retriever puppies on it, didn't know there was popcorn inside until later. Or, it could have been that time you took him to a proper movie theater, introduced him to the concept of sneaking snacks in via your purse and the wonders of theater popcorn.
Maybe it's both, but whatever the case, you can't seem to get the fool away from it. Every event ends with a surprise appearance of popcorn. 
"Ya look cold." 
It takes you a moment to realize that the voice is coming from your right, concealed by an unfamiliar group of people shuffling past. But you'd recognize that old denim jacket from anywhere, the dark blue one with the flannel lining inside, just barely peeking out. No popcorn in hand. 
"Because I am," you grit, barely concealing the chattering of your teeth, "what gives it away?"
Rhett hums, like he's deep in thought, "everythin'."
Maybe you would have a witty comeback to grill him about his lack of descriptors, but the beginnings of it are snuffed out as he settles next to you. Opening up big, inviting arms,  encouraging you to snuggle into him, and you do just that. Stepping closer, you tuck yourself right into his side, head resting against his shoulder, where you can hear his heartbeat the slightest bit.
It may be cold outside, but Rhett's a goddamn heater. Warm enough to melt the invisible frost from your poor skin, your own little bundle of fire to keep you from getting frostbite. 
"Shame we're in public," he muses as he presses his astoundingly frigid nose into your temple, "can think of much better ways to warm ya up."
You've created a monster.
You knew that being his first would unleash something, but good lord, you did not expect him to become a downright addict. Ready to drop to his knees at the drop of his own hat, the slightest notion of sex has him 
Rolling your eyes as if you're not squeezing your legs just a little tighter, "you need to go to a rehab."
For no reason in particular.
Yeah.
No reason at all.
"Not sure how you expect me t'go 'bout that, doll," a scruffy chin scratches your cheek as he presses a kiss there, "'please help me, doc, I can't take my mind off my girlfriend's tight lil' pussy'."
"Rhett!" 
This place is far too loud for anyone to have heard him, but you still catch yourself glancing around, fully expecting to catch sight of the horrified eyes of an eavesdropper. You find none. 
A second kiss is pressed to your jaw. Then a third, right where your neck meets with your jaw bone, trailing sloppily toward the soft spot beneath your ear. His favorite spot to nibble on, threatening to leave a mark but never quite following through with it. That poor heart of his can't handle the embarrassment of his momma noticing and putting two and two together. 
"Y'smell nice," He murmurs against your skin, "much better than 'em ol' bulls."
You'll take his word for it; he reeks of the very bulls he speaks of, "gee, thanks," squirming, unable to escape the cowboy-shaped glue trap you've mistakenly snuggled up into, "your compliments are impeccable."
The world tilts. Something hard hits your ass.
Just a second ago, you were face-to-face with Rhett. Now you're at eye level with a pair of scuffed cowboy boots. An ache already blossoming in your right shoulder. 
Rhett's yelling something, but you don't know what or at who. What you do know is that there are hands appearing in front of you, big, familiar, encompassing yours as they warily slide into his grasp. 
"Y'alright?" There's a stiffness to his concern; you don't know what for.
You're still processing what just happened, but you're nodding, "yeah." Your ass hurts. 
It's hard to focus on, though, because Rhett's gingerly releasing your hands, hovering, as if you'll fall again if he moves too quick. You don't see it until he turns; just a few feet away stands a familiar, broody old man rubbing his shoulder like he's smacked it on something. 
"Don't you think you owe somebody an apology?" 
Oh.
The guy is too far away for you to hear what he says, but it doesn't look like any apology you've ever seen. What you do see, though, is a right hand reaching for something on his hip. 
"Rhett," your hand is shooting up on its own accord, catching him by the shoulder; it's not a firm grip by any means, but he stops regardless. 
You want to say something more; not here, not now, not when you've still got your final ride coming up, but Rhett's already backing off. Odd to think that this has happened so many times that you've practically got him trained.
"Prick just knocked you clean off your feet," he hisses, hands coming down to cradle your hips, loose, as if they're made of glass, "y'gotta let me make 'n example outta somebody, one of these days."
"I will," you probably won't, "but right now, you've already got two jobs on your plate."
Like a puppy, his head tilts to the side, the sweetest of subconscious habits, "whaddaya mean?"
"Keeping me warm," leaning upward as you speak, brushing the tips of your noses together, "and winning this rodeo, so we can have something to celebrate tonight."
His left eye twitches. What blue was left in those already dark irises is gone in an instant, as black as the night sky. "Celebrate, huh?"
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It's probably just a coincidence.
There's absolutely no way that your little pre-ride remark triggered Rhett to jump from position number nine to number one. But he's spinning around in the ring, searching for your face, grinning from ear to ear when he spots you. Proud. 
Those eyes are still black when he disappears behind the chutes, easily becoming lost in that endless sea of bull riders. Whether or not one of those riders will beat his score before the night is over is anyone's guess, but to you, he's already won. The show's over, ready to be packed up and for everyone to hit the road.
All you can think of right now is your warm bed. How cozy it'll be when you cuddle up in it together, freshly showered. You can already feel his chin hooking over your shoulder, arms loosely draped around your waist, watching what videos play on your phone, curious. So eager to learn what the hell a Tumblr is because his phone is so ancient that he can't download apps anymore. 
Just the thought of it has you yawning; this concrete sidewalk might as well be a bed because you're considering taking a nap right here and now. 
A heavy chest bumps into your back, hard enough to startle your yawn. There is only one man who kisses up your neck like that, starting with the skin peeking out from your shirt collar. All the while, the edge of his hat bumps into you. "Was I good 'nough for ya, doll?" 
One of these days, he'll figure out that the answer is always going to be yes. 
Teeth nibble on the shell of your ear, toying with it like a teething puppy. In this chilly Spring air, his breath tickling your skin feels like fire, burning everything it touches in the most delicious of ways. But it's nowhere near as hot as the palms that are sliding beneath your shirt, pressing firm against your soft belly. 
"Well, hello to you too," your words are meant to be louder, but they're lost to the wind the moment his tongue darts out to soothe over his little bites. 
On their own, your hips wander backward, finding a familiar tent in his old jeans. The ones that are a size too small, leftover from his high school days, worn with the intent of ripping them up during a ride, but the material too stubborn to actually do so. Horrible for him but wonderful for you to watch him jump until it squeezes over his ass. 
"So goddamn p'rty when you're standin' over 'ere," voice a few octaves deeper than usual, rough, gravelly, like how it sounds when he's just woken up, "y'got a dozen riders makin' heart eyes back there."
You just can't help the question boiling on your tongue. "Are you one of them?" 
"Always," and that is definitely his dick pressing into the curve of your ass. Riled up, and all you've done is stand here and shiver. 
Tied to your body, this one is. 
Leaning into him, you tilt your head to the side, your nose bumping into his as you do so, too close for your own good. Pearly white teeth sink into his thin bottom lip, dragging it into his mouth as if reigning himself in from acting out in public. But oh, those bitten lips look so kissable. One little kiss couldn't...hurt...
"Rhett!" That's not your voice, and it's certainly not Rhett's. 
If he hears it, he doesn't react, too focused on closing the gap between your mouths to do much else. One brush, and already you can taste the buttered popcorn he's splurged on. You're sure you'll find a fresh bag in his—
"Rhett!" There it is again. On your left. Closer this time. 
This time, he draws away, narrow eyes darting across the rodeo grounds. It's not confusion that contorts his face; it's recognition. A visible, 'aha!' moment, concealed in the widening of his eyes. 
"Rhett!"
"Shit." 
It's not until the third step that you realize you're moving, escorted away by the thick forearms that secure you into his side. There's a temptation to stop, dig your heels into the ground until he explains what the hell's going on, but you doubt he'd even feel your resistance. Built like those bulls that he rides for fun. 
"Who was that?" You squeak, stumbling along in tandem with his step. Asking where you're going is pointless when he's already got you directed toward the parking lot.
Rhett's head swivels, peering over his shoulder. Whatever he sees has him moving a little quicker. "Maria." 
Now that's a name you haven't heard in a minute. You forget her last name, but you can recall enough to know that he had quite the crush on her back in high school. His momma never quite shuts up about it, convinced that since her first love worked out, Rhett's will, too, even if he's moved on. 
That being said, you don't know how many people quite literally run from their so-called first love. 
"And we're fleeing the vicinity because...?" Voice bouncing as you speak, your skirt catching in the wind and smacking against your thighs with every step.
"Once she starts a-talkin'," steering you left; his truck sits on the very end, sticking out like a sore thumb compared to all the pavement princesses in this town, "she'll never stop."
And here, Cecelia wonders why the topic of Maria never bugs you.
Unlike these other vehicles, Rhett's farm truck doesn't come with the luxury of a key fob. Too old for such technology, doesn't even possess powered windows. Instead of carting you towards the passenger door, he stops on the driver's side, jamming his key into the tiny lock. He's got no choice but to open it manually, and yet, you still find your heart fluttering in your chest when he opens it for you.
"Up, up, up," by the time you register his voice, you're already squeezing past the steering wheel. Spurs jingle behind you, the truck shaking as Rhett all but throws himself into the vehicle. 
There's a large bag of popcorn in your seat. A bag that certainly was not there a little bit ago.
He sees it. 
You see it. 
He sees you see it. 
Kisses pepper along your cheek. One after another, insistent, doing their absolute best to distract you from the snack he's become so horribly obsessed with.
"Rhett," you warn,  scooting away, but he follows. They tickle, his breath disturbing all those sensitive spots along your cold skin, forcing the corners of your lips to turn upward. "What're you doing?"
"Nothin'," but you can feel his smile as he continues to drown you with them, slowly but surely making his way to your lips. Pausing just before your mouths meet, darkened eyes flitting up to meet with yours, unsure, searching. 
Nothing, your ass.
It's hard to tease him over his eating habits when you've got him looking at you the way he does. Awestruck that you're real, sitting right here in the middle of his beat-up farm truck. All those kisses he's given you, and yet, he waits for you to seal the gap. 
One kiss couldn't hurt, right?
He knows it's coming, and yet, he has the audacity to give you that little, surprised inhale when your mouth meets with his. Always so shocked by your kisses, like he's never had them before a day in his life. Lips feather-light as they mold to slot with yours, have never known a kiss other than yours.
Only one kiss. Only one. You know what more can lead to, and a rodeo parking lot isn't the time nor the place for that. Tentative lips snatch a second kiss away from you, a mere peck, something meant to be fleeting, but it's all you can even think about. 
Maybe...maybe a few more couldn't hurt. 
The brim of his hat bumps into your head as you come back for more; if your eyes were open, you're sure you'd laugh over how it's barely hanging on, but you couldn't open them even if you wanted to. Fingertips graze the side of your neck, drawing up to curl around your jaw, anchoring you there. 
It was you who didn't want to kiss him more than once, and yet; it's you who greedily leans into him, chasing his touch. But is it chasing if he's meeting you halfway? Always on the same page, tilting his head whenever you do, matching your angle, following your quickening pace. 
A big hand takes hold of your waist, pushing, urging you to lie back against the seat. These cloth seats are anything but high quality, but after sitting on bleachers until your ass went numb, they feel like they've been hand-crafted by the gods above. 
Your head hits something soft, crunching under your weight. "Is that what I think it is?" 
Rhett's ears flush red, as vibrant as the car parked next to you. Without a word, he reaches behind your head, sliding the bag of popcorn out and setting it on the floorboard. You'd tease him if it weren't for the crippling realization that he's slid between your legs. Tattered jeans rough against your bare thighs, legs split wide to fit around his hips. 
Curious, they tilt forward, clothed bulge rubbing over your thin panties. You have to fight the urge to push yourself up against him; it feels so right, but you're in public.
"Ain't nobody fixin' to come lookin' for us," and the uncouth bastard does it again, dragging his clothed hard-on right where you want him. Still stretched from your rendezvous in the shower this morning, then again when you had a few extra minutes after you visited him on the ranch. 
"That's not what I'm worried about," you don't think Maria would follow you all the way out here anyway, "I'm worried about the potential public indecency charges."
Calloused hands run up your inner thighs, and those worries downright evaporate from your brain altogether. They drag back up, then back down, continuing even when you unintentionally squeeze your legs together, heat blossoming there. 
"Ain't this the kind of thing you read 'bout in those...smuck stories you like?" His eyebrows furrow; knows that's not the right word, but he can't quit pin it.
He might as well be illiterate, but he's pretty damn good at remembering what you read. 
"Have you been taking notes?"
"Just a few." His head drops, hair falling out from behind his ear, barely concealing those bashful eyes as he tries to look anywhere but at you. Unable to meet your eye after such a confession. Sometimes you forget that just a few weeks ago, he'd never done anything like this before. 
As you reach up to curl your hands around his cheeks, scruffy but remarkably squishy beneath your palms, you recognize that you're creating a monster. Once you start doing something, it's hard for either of you to stop. But maybe that's not such a bad thing. However, if he keeps looking at you like that, all soft and shit, you're not going to be responsible for what happens next.
"Those notes had better be good, cowboy," and then you're drawing him down to steal a kiss off those swollen lips of his. Lingering, not quite ready to let go now that you've closed that gap. 
This close, you can feel his mouth turn upward, contorting against yours, unable to hide it in the slightest. "Only one way to find out," another peck, "right?"
Perfectly mirroring the ones he peppered up the back of your neck, he leaves open-mouthed kisses down your throat. Pays special attention to the sensitive collarbones that lie just below, peeking out from your top. Teeth nibbling on the bones, enough to elicit a gasp from you, then soothing over his marks with a warm tongue. 
A tongue that you have become far too familiar with as of late. 
Hands creep up your shirt, his nails dragging up the sides of your waist, stopping just below your ribcage. It tickles, sends your back arching under his touch, unsure if you want more or to get away from it. 
If you were anywhere else, he'd work you out of every article of clothing that clings to your body; but you're still somewhat in public. Instead, he settles for pushing your shirt upward, showering your belly with the same love and affection he blessed your neck with. 
"So pretty," his words punctuated by kisses, "can't believe you're real, sometimes." 
Boots bump against the door; he's gone as far back as he physically can. His face falls, looking backward to try and find more space, but he has none. Still unfamiliar with the logistics of jamming two bodies into the front seat of this old GMC. 
Gingerly, he pulls your panties to the side, but he doesn't touch you like you expect him to, "can y'check if you need prep, doll?" 
Certainly not what you'd expected him to say in the slightest. "Did you break your fingers while you were out there?" But your dominant hand is already rising to his mouth, two fingers nudging at his lips. 
"Nah," tongue rolling out like a welcome mat, he welcomes them inside, carefully wetting them, "but they're too dirty for me to be touchin' ya here." 
One of his hands rises, revealing the dirt that's collected beneath his nails and in the wrinkles of his fingers. You don't want to know what you could catch from that. 
Pleasantly, you're surprised to find that there's hardly any resistance when you press your wet fingers inside. You'd been expecting more, something that required a little effort to take care of, but then again, you've had little time to recover from the last round. "I think I'm good." 
Magic is the only way you can explain how easily he undoes that buckle of his, clasped one second, unclasped the next. You could spend an hour practicing and still never get that same result, but Rhett makes it look so easy that it's almost infuriating. 
He's the one to pull his zipper down, but it's you who reaches past the confines of those jeans and fishes him out of his boxers. Heavy in your palm, twitching the moment you've got him within your grasp. Not quite as scary as it looks when it's fighting against the material of his too-small pants.
"Hands always so goddamn soft," he breathes, bracing a hand against the seat.
It's too easy to guide him down, tapping that plush head against your entrance for the third time today. And yet, still, that forward tilt of his hips has you gasping, like it's been weeks since the last time you felt this.
"Shit," you can't help but swear, you're going to be so sore come tomorrow morning, "Rhett."
It's hard to understand why you're saying his name in the first place. So taken aback by the drag of his blunt head against your walls that you can't focus on what's coming out of your mouth. Rhett drops back down, forearms bracing on either side of your head as he presses your noses together. 
His cockhead bumps against that sensitive bundle of nerves, and your thighs clamp down around his hips. It's annoying how slow he is with you, how gentle, even when he's aware that you can take him without batting an eye at this point. Stops midway to see if you give him any indications to stop.
"Rhett, if you don't get your dick all the way in me, I swear to—"
His hips quirk upward, and all of a sudden, he's bottoming out. Punching the air from your lungs, stars sparkling behind your eyelids. You've gotta start watching what you wish for.
"What was that?" Smug, grinning against your cheekbone. "Hm?"
Like you said, you're creating a monster. 
But now that you've shattered that initial slowness, he's completely abandoned it. Hips drawing back, then pushing right back in, a short stroke, but offers you no opportunity to gather your bearings. Gives you no chance to prepare yourself for the obscene squelch that he works out of you.
"Asshole," your voice is strained, barely there. 
Again, he repeats it, recreating the same deliberate motion that has you reaching up to grasp his bicep. Need something to hold onto because that sound coming from between your legs is going to send you straight to hell. Over and over, until you're contemplating starting the truck just to blast the radio, drown out that awfully wet noise altogether. 
Teeth nip at your jaw, "touch yourself for me, doll."
He doesn't need to tell you twice. 
Your hand bumps into his belly on its way down, not enough space between your bodies for it to fit. But then he's leaning up a bit, unintentionally changing the angle of his hips and—
"Fuck," you just about jump out the goddamn window. One little alteration, and he's kissing that abused, oversensitive spot again. 
"There she is," he hisses directly into your ear, "this where you wanted me, hm?"
You almost don't think you need to press your fingertips to your exhausted clit, but they do so anyway. Spiraling in tandem with his motions, a slight tremor hidden in your hand. Now that Rhett's found it, he's not letting up on it. Even as his pace gradually quickens, thrusts becoming harder as he gains his confidence, it's never left alone. That fat head bumps into it on every fucking drag. 
"And to think you couldn't," hiccuping, "couldn't find it a few weeks ago."
You're powerless to stop him from massaging that gooey spot. With every stroke, you find yourself clamping down around him a little tighter, a fluttering vice around his cock. Milking those deep, guttural sounds right out of him, sweet noises gracing your ears like tiny blessings. Makes your hand tremble even more, unable to keep your fingers on your swollen clit.
The motions of his hips are starting to lose their rhythm, cock jerkily plunging into your wet heat with reckless abandon. "But now y'can't get 'nough of me," his words are so jumbled together that he sounds drunk, "lyin' back 'n lettin' me take care of ya." 
If his crumbling rhythm isn't enough of a hint, those breathy grunts are. Never seeming to fall from his tongue until he's teetering over the edges of bliss; one of these days, you'll get him to sing you a melody the whole way through. Your fingers barely have the capacity to swirl around your clit, knocked away by your mutual deterioration. 
"Y'gonna cum for me?" He murmurs, toying with your earlobe, "hm?"
Distantly, you're aware of the truck shaking, rocking back and forth with his motions, like you're laying out in the open sea. Heat tightens in your belly, and in tandem, your thighs clench around his hips, giving him no room to pull away. 
"Rhett," you warn, but it's pointless. Already there. Warning a few seconds too late. 
Your head feels like it's been filled with sand, unable to comprehend much more than the wave of heat that washes over you. Fluttering around air, distantly aware of a sudden wetness at your entrance that you can't quite place. Can vaguely hear the pitchy gasps that tickle down your neck as he cums, such wonderful noises that drag you back down to Earth. 
It's dark.
Even as you realize that your eyes have closed and find the strength to open them, you can still hardly see a thing. Rhett's silhouette is the only thing you can see in this dark truck, hovering above you, curls bouncing as he fumbles through the glove box. Was it this dark the whole time?
A light flickers outside, the streetlamp kicking back on.
Oh.
Rhett's softening cockhead bumps against your swollen cunt, only serves to spread the thick, white cum he's left along your puffy entrance and clit. You're not sure where you'd rather him cum, but you still weren't expecting him to pull out. 
"How's a bath and a movie sound, hm?" He muses, plucking a napkin from his hellishly organized compartment. It's rough, and you're pretty sure that it's from Mcdonald's, but it's better than nothing.
On its own accord, your hand reaches up, pushing loose hair back behind his ear. "Can't handle a shower?" 
"Can you?" 
You hate that he's got a point. But, you've been graced with a three-hour drive home to recover. Plenty of time for you to gather your bearings, convince yourself you can do it, and then give up halfway through and ask him to carry you.  
"Is the popcorn going to be a part of the movie?" Your legs ache as you sit up, exhausted from being split apart so often. 
He hums, long and dramatic, like your question requires more than a half second of thought, "maybe." Then he's leaning over, the tip of his nose bumping into yours, "but it'll cost you a kiss."
One kiss couldn't hurt. Right?
You're grinning too much for it to be a proper one, but still, your lips meet for the briefest smooch of the night. A kiss is a kiss. 
There's movement behind his head. The head of a dark-haired woman stepping past, opening up the door to the red truck parked just beside you. 
Maria.
Rhett sees her.
You see her.
He sees you see her. 
Keys jingle, and with a rather unhappy grumble, Rhett's truck roars to life. 
"Are we still running from her?" You find yourself asking, halfway between buckling yourself in. 
The answer comes in the form of the truck lurching forward, angry, ready to get on the highway and embark on that ridiculously long drive home. 
"Yes, ma'am," Rhett still finds the opportunity to reach over and squeeze your knee, always has to be touching you, "and this time we're running all the way back home and never coming back out."
Here you go again.
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