#did i mention i love bobby brown?

[rosesradio]

although i make a big thing of shipping bobby with jess and/or ali and saying he’s the Certified Straight Ally™, make no mistake that i am a multishipper and willing to explore the realm of him being bi

like i’m not really about him/johnny (i do understand how it could be cute though!) but him/daniel is intriguing and cute. like as much as i love lawrusso’s enemies to lovers, the idea of a group of bullies picking on him and then the sweetest one decides to break away because he’s fallen for the enemy is really sweet to me. and i love the concept of bobby/johnny/daniel, like them as a thruple would have a lot of fun elements to explore.

obviously at this point in ctp i’ve said my piece on bobby’s character (or have i?) and i’m at least not gonna write a new ship for him, but it might be something to explore in the future. just a thought

#not to mention there's only like three fics of the thruple on ao3 #and it's not fluff it's just threesomes/smut #which is fine (because obviously i still read them) but i may have to populate the tag myself lol #did i mention i love bobby brown? #because i love bobby brown #bobby brown #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #daniel x bobby #lawrusso #daniel x bobby x johnny #what even is the tag for that if there is one #ah well #rose's tkk rambles

[uhhhyaenbyjade]

How I Would Change Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (if i was smart enough to direct and write movies)

DISCLAIMER: I loved GxK, and I believe it is an entertaining movie! This is just my take on how I would've liked to see things happen, with it connecting to the previous installments more, as well as tweaking some minor details here and there.

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT! DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE

So, the biggest change I am adding is that Madison Russell from Godzilla: King of the Monsters and Godzilla vs. Kong. I was honestly surprised when I heard that Millie Bobby Brown wasn't involved in the project at all, and I feel like Maddie's presence could have really helped flesh out some of the human aspects of the movie.

The only other thing I am really changing from the movie is adding cameos that link the movies together better, as well as making some minor attempts at making the science less... fantastical. I am not deleting any scenes from the movie, just altering them and adding a few more. Hopefully, this keeps a good balance between the human aspect versus the Titan aspect. So, the movie would probably turn out to be approximately 2 hours and 30 minutes in length, compared to the 1 hour 55 minute run time. I am only going to have bullet points for the parts I am altering/adding, so anything I leave out from the movie is otherwise unchanged or doesn't have enough of a difference to warrant a bullet point.

During the scene where we see updates of MONARCH over the past few years, we don't just see Dr. Ilene Andrews in interviews, but also cameos from Dr. Ilene Chen and Dr. Ling Chen, and possibly some other cameos like Sam Coleman or Mark Russell. Less emphasis on being thankful for Godzilla's help (because yeah he's helping, but also thousands of people are dying directly from him), but more emphasis is placed on MONARCH helping with relief efforts, and the usage of the Titan Warning System we saw in MONARCH: Legacy of Monsters. Also, instead of the other MONARCH person we see in charge (who I think is Hampton, Rachel House's character?) we see Deputy Director Verdugo.

Another small change is that MONARCH isn't trying to "stay ahead of DC" here. I understand why they did that, but from my understanding of the previous iterations in the Monsterverse series, MONARCH was supposed to be considered trustworthy and the top Titan research group after King of the Monsters, especially after the fall of APEX. So, instead, MONARCH is just trying to find what answers they can give to the United Nations as soon as possible.

When Godzilla kills Scylla, we get an explanation of how Scylla was causing problems to the natural world, as well as directly challenging Godzilla for Alpha status, which was explored in Godzilla x Kong: The Hunted.

At the MONARCH school (which I really hope is a school for children of MONARCH employees, or at least a school funded by MONARCH, and not an indoctrination school), we see that Jia is a student at the school, and Maddie is there as well (I don't know what year this movie takes place in, but it takes place sometime after GvK in 2024. Timeline-wise, Maddie was 17 in 2024, and probably a junior/senior in high school, so depending on how long it's been since GvK, she could be a teaching assistant of some kind, or a senior in high school) and friends of each other. They both have visions as the Hollow Earth signal is received; Jia has flashbacks of her past on Skull Island and of her time in Hollow Earth, and Maddie has flashbacks of her encounter with Mothra, Godzilla, as well as when she faced Ghidorah and MechaGodzilla. Both of them also have the same quick flashing vision of the future events of the movie.

When Ilene comes to check on Jia after the incident of her drawing on the desk, Maddie is there, and there's a new scene where all three of them talk about what is going on. Maddie says that MONARCH is too rigid in their thinking, and mentions that there's someone who could help them.

In Miami, Maddie and Ilene meet up with Bernie, and Maddie is integral in helping Ilene convince Bernie to help.

During Trapper's introduction scene where he gives Kong his new tooth, we also have Nathan Lind and Mark Russell show up to witness the event. They are both there to say goodbye to the Hollow Earth transport team, and Maddie joins Trapper, Ilene, Jia, Bernie, and a MONARCH military member (instead of the asshole Mikael, it would be one of the G-Team members from Godzilla KOTM to add more emphasis on their death; either Jackson Barnes or Anthony Martinez would probably be the most recognizable ones)

Instead of Godzilla going to France's nuclear power plant and destroying the place to absorb the radiation, and therefore attacking the humans who attacked him (which kind of went against the whole "the Titans are the guardians of nature" thing and the previous characterizations of Godzilla in the Monsterverse), he goes to some abandoned nuclear site. I would say Chernobyl, but I doubt they'd put that in the movie due to Russia's Invasion right now. But just some abandoned nuclear plant somewhere would work.

Inside Hollow Earth, there are issues with the HEAV due to the signal disrupting the systems, but they are quickly able to figure out the best way to traverse the land; when Jia and Maddie sense the pulse, the HEAV lands until it is over, and then repeat. On their first landing, the G-Team member dies. After they find the Mothra temple, it is Maddie who approaches the glowing dragonfly and presses the button on the wall, allowing them to find the Iwi civilization.

In the scene where we first see Shimo, there is more emphasis and origin on the crystal that Skar King uses to control her; perhaps the crystal is a part of Shimo's ice crystals that we see on her back, and has strange properties due to the Hollow Earth's radiation? We also give Shimo more of a personality. When she first appears, Shimo would be curious about Kong, but flinch at sharp movements from anyone. And then when she is forced to attack, it'd be obvious that she doesn't want to, but Skar King forces her to with the crystal.

I want Shimo to have more characterization in the movie. I've seen people complain that she was just... kinda there. Like, her whole purpose was to keep Skar King from getting bullied too badly. So, by really showing that Shimo is being forced into this and that her natural state is curiosity and warmth (as opposed to her icy nature ;D ), it provides more depth to her character, making the viewers want to see her freed.

When Godzilla arrives at Tiamat's lair, they fight again, but instead of killing Tiamat, Godzilla is able to force Tiamat out like he did in Godzilla: Dominion. Again, too much unnecessary (although insanely badass) murder for a "guardian of nature". He goes into the hibernation to evolve himself.

In the Iwi civilization, we get a more scientific look at the Iwi culture. I don't understand the gravity thing the movie tried to go for, so instead I want to focus on the cultural aspect; they are similar in most aspects to what was seen in Kong: Skull Island, but there are clear differences in dress, the markings they wear, and their ceremonies. This would also be where we go into more detail about how essential Mothra is to this group of Iwi people, instead of her being shoehorned in when all we've seen previously was the Iwi and Kong's species. We see Jia figuring this out and clearly being happy at this. I would also go into them using crystals more, like how we saw with the guard's spears, instead of the gravity-based science. These crystals would be seen to have a mystic quality, explained by Mothra's radiation, perhaps.

When Kong arrives at the Iwi civilization with Suko, that's when Trapper leaves to go back to the Outpost to retrieve the gauntlet for Kong, THEN we go into seeing the lore behind Skar King and Shimo at the temple. This provides a better sense of time between Kong's arrival and his getting the gauntlet since it honestly felt way too fast.

Inside the crystal temple itself, we see the history of the war between Skar King and his ape versus Godzilla and Mothra. I'd love to have Shimo seen more as a threat, with them explicitly saying and having a longer conversation that Shimo was the one who started the last Ice Age, and that before she was captured by Skar King, she had frozen Ghidorah in Antarctica. There is perhaps slightly more exposition here, with the prophecy including not only the "Iwi from Skull Island", but "a girl touched by Mothra".

In this scene, I want to explore Maddie's connection to Mothra. In the Godzilla: King of the Monsters Official Novelization, it is implied that there is some connection between Mothra and Maddie after the scene in the Temple of the Moth. It is hinted at when Maddie has a vision of Mothra while she is unconscious during the Boston battle. I would love to explore that more, and there'd be a deeper explanation in the Official Novelization, something with Mothra bonding with Maddie since there weren't any twin priestesses like there usually is, perhaps.

This is when Trapper returns and gives Kong the gauntlet, and when Jia sends the latter up to bring Godzilla down to help.

Maddie and Jia both go up the crystal temple to the top, where they find that Mothra has a cocoon up there; Maddie realizes that this is what Mothra must have been doing before she arrived in Boston to help Godzilla (I remember reading somewhere that the director said that Mothra was likely off laying an egg during her absence between showing MONARCH where to find Godzilla and her arrival in Boston. This would work really well in my opinion, and a lot better than her materializing out of magic crystal dust.

When Kong arrives on the surface to summon Godzilla, they still fight a bit. However, it becomes clear early on that Godzilla really isn't into the fight; he has obviously been sensing the signal the whole time, so he knows that something is happening with Skar King and Shimo. With previous movies (and especially MONARCH: Legacy of Monsters) trying to convey Godzilla's intelligence, it isn't a far stretch to suggest that Godzilla would figure out that Kong is trying to get his help. Still, the fight goes on for long enough that Mothra arrives to keep them from beating each other up too much. We see Jia and Maddie reach out to Kong and Godzilla respectively.

When Skar King arrives at the Iwi civilization, the Iwi tribe uses their knowledge of the region's radioactive properties (again, nothing gravity-based science-wise because that was all confusing and likely very bad science) to try and send energy through the crystals, messing with the portals from Hollow Earth.

There is no more anti-gravity fight scene. Although I enjoyed it a lot (seeing Godzilla swim through the air and the apes use the rocks to climb around were honestly so cool), it doesn't fit with the "improved" science I am attempting to do. Another ground fight, but they go around the tunnel so they're all still fighting on different planes.

Due to the close proximity to the surface, Ilene is able to warn MONARCH, and they work with the United Nations to evacuate Rio de Janeiro, since there is a tunnel appearing there. This brings us back to the beginning, where I wanted to do away with the "be grateful for Godzilla even though he destroys thousands of people's lives every time he's on the news" thing at the start.

When Skar King and Shimo arrive in Rio de Janeiro, since Kong, Godzilla, and Mothra are unable to stop them due to the immense amount of apes in Skar King's army, there is a lot of destruction. We see Skar King force Shimo into starting another Ice Age, though again, we see that she really doesn't want to do what he says. She starts freezing the city, and the MONARCH evacuation teams there panic as they get closer to their position, before Godzilla, Kong, Jia, Maddie, Trapper, and Bernie (the humans are in the HEAV, with a brief exposition that Mothra was staying back to stop all of Skar King's apes from destroying the Iwi civilization).

This fight is pretty much the same, but the civilians are barely present, and we only see them evacuating a few people away in the HEAV. The final battle still focuses mainly on the Titans, with a heavy amount of emphasis on the crystal from Skar King's whip. I'd keep the absolute bullying that Skar King got the same, but the explanation for this is that Skar King is much older now, and his opponents over-leveled themselves expecting him in his prime.

Mothra arrives from the tunnel, and this is what distracts Skar King long enough for Suko to use Kong's axe to break the crystal that controls Shimo. Once this happens, we see that Shimo can feel it, and she immediately stops attacking Godzilla and looks around in curiosity and amazement. She flinches when Skar King is trying to order her around while he is being bullied by Kong, but with a trill from Mothra and a growl from Godzilla, she joins in bullying her tormentor.

After the fight, there is more of a delay before the ending; we see Bernie on the news talking about his podcast, achieving his movie-long wish to be believed; we see Maddie saying goodbye to Mothra as she leaves and Maddie reunites with her dad and also Josh from GvK; Jia stays with Ilene, but she has a newfound connection to the Iwi sister tribe in the Hollow Earth; Mothra flies across the ocean while Godzilla swims below her to emphasize the symbiotic relationship, and they both take a nap in the coliseum (Godzilla is considerably more careful as he steps through the city this time); Kong returns to the Hollow Earth with Suko and Shimo, and he leads the apes out of their imprisoned area and to the main area of Hollow Earth, where his kingdom is.

For an end credits scene, it'd be Ilene and Jia in the Iwi civilization, where they get permission from the priest lady to see a special part of the temple, where it reveals prophecy-art of Kong, Mothra, and Godzilla fighting against their next enemy.

Obviously, without anything known about future projects, we don't have any end credits scene for this movie. If there is another movie (I thought I saw somewhere that Adam Wingard wanted to direct a trilogy of Monsterverse movies, which means another GxK installment could be in the future, perhaps?), I don't think they'd do what many people want and bring back a Toho villain. Based on the trend of what they've done in the series so far, the next installment would include an original villain with some connection to both of them. So I'll list out some options of what I'd like to see, of both Toho villains and original villains:

Toho: Hedorah, Biollante, Destoroyah, and my personal choice; Battra.

Original: Methuselah, Leviathan, another threat from space (not SpaceGodzilla, since that'd be difficult to work out in this series I think, but maybe something along the lines of Ghidorah's family, since I think they were briefly mentioned in the King of the Monsters Official Novelization), or another threat that goes against Hollow Earth and the surface. Maybe a giant worm-like creature or burrowing Titan could be a good idea, since it'd be able to go back and forth between the two worlds. It'd provide a nice background for how the portals are made.

So, there it is! I hope you guys enjoyed it and like my ideas for how Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire could have been improved. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

#godzilla #gojira #kong #mothra #skar king #shimo #monarch #monsterverse #legendary monsterverse #gxk #gxk spoilers #gxk: the new empire #godzilla x kong: the new empire #godzilla x kong

[mmelionsblog]

Shh, Shh, I’m right here [Dean Winchester x Reader]

warnings⚠️: panic attack

You smiled brightly at the all too familiar home of your parents. You were what the hunters called, lucky. Your whole family was untouched by the supernatural, excluding you. You got into the business because you and your friends at the age of 14, decided to play the infamous game of ‘Bloody Mary’. Bobby singer and an old friend of his saved you— the last friend standing, from Mary who was out to get you as he used you as bait after explaining everything.

Dean got out of the Impala, closing the loud creaking door. “Let’s go meet your parents,” you haven’t seen your parents in about a year or two (you don’t recall the last time meeting them), due to the important job you had and wanting your family to stay safe away from the monsters that you brought into your life. Of course, Castiel always checked up on them from far away.

You and Dean had gotten an iMessage from your sister, Alessa, saying that she got married and at least wanted to see the two of you in the after party.

So there the two of you were, standing at your aunt’s house where every holiday was spent in your family. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, Birthdays, you name it.

Your family has never met Dean, except through your iPhone FaceTime calls whenever you got the chance with them. He’d pop in with Sam, saying hello then dipping. Anytime the two brothers did that, questions from your family was always after they left the room.

You knocked on the brown wooden door in front of you. The house looked brand new, even though it’s been in the family for decades.

Looks like they remolded, again. You knocked and knocked again, sighing in annoyance. “It’s open!” You hear your cousin’s voice yell from the other side of the door, and you rolled your eyes. “Of course it’s open,” you mumble. You opened the door, placed a smile on and greeted your family members.

“Congratulations little sister.” You spoke to Alessa, giving her a big gigantic hug and spinning her around. Dean said the same thing. “Oohoho, is this the hunk of a man you’re always with on the phone?” Your grandmother looked at you, then looked at Dean with a look.

“Cougar much?” You laughed, “yes. This is Dean, my boyfriend.” Gasps could be heard through the house. You have never brought a boyfriend home with you in any holiday event, or just in general. “WOW you must be a lucky one,” your uncle spoke.

Your aunt chipped in, “she’s never brought guys over. So Dean, tell us about yourself.” And so Dean spoke about himself, not mentioning what type of job he does, ignoring the comments your family brought up about his parents, and going full detail with his little brother that he’s so proud of. “I’m so telling Sam that you’re gushing about him.” You spoke, he rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare,” you shrugged with a smile.

“Where is Sam? By the way.” Your mother asked. “He’s on this job with two of our other friends right now. We would’ve gone, but we needed a break.” You told her. “Two other friends?” Your cousin, Sofia, asked. “Jack and Castiel. Yall would love to meet them. They’re super sweet, but sometimes… they don’t really understand much.” You hummed. Dean chuckled, “we had to teach—” you shook your head at Dean with your eyes wide open.

“Don’t just embarrass Cass like that. So rude,” you playfully slap his shoulder.

Everything was going so fine, until one moment somebody asked a question that made you stop working like clock work. The voices seemed so far away as your eyes teared up, you backed up from the crowded room, unbalanced, as you stumbled out.

. “Oh god. Sorry— uh I should’ve mentioned about that. We don’t ask that question, ever.” You could barely hear what Dean was talking about. “Is there a quiet place somewhere around here?” He asked, holding you close to his chest. Your aunt pointed down the hallway and he nodded, helping you move your feet as he opened a door to one of the rooms and closed it.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice got muffled into your ears. “Hey, hey. You in there?” He brushed your hair with his hands, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. I got you baby.” He brought you close to his chest, your face getting squished with his gray tshirt he had on.

Dark water spots on the center of his chest just because of your tears falling down onto him. “Sorry,” you hiccuped, wiping off your tears. “It’s okay babe. M so sorry, I should’ve mentioned it before it got to that question.” His hands rested carefully on the side of your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing off the dry tears.

You leaned into his touched, all warmed up by him. “It’s fine, they didn’t know. It.. it just threw me off guard.” You whispered. He kissed your forehead once more, “I know I know. But still I should’ve given them a look or something, could’ve stopped—” 

you place your index finger onto his lips, “all I need right now is you. And you’re doing just that, a great job at that. The past is the past- no matter how painful it is. I have you by my side right now comforting me and that’s all I need.” You spoke.

Dean smiled, hugging you as he brought you up to his chest. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “I love you too.”

“Now let’s go enjoy ourselves okay?”

“Okay.”

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #deancas #dean x castiel #sam and dean #dean x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #dean winchester x you #bobby singer #jack kline #castiel #supernatural fandom #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you

[sensei-venus]

Gym Class Hero (1/2)

(Alpha!Johnny/Omega!Fem!Reader/Alpha!Daniel)

(a/o/b Themes, Mentioned Acts of Volence, Scenting/Scent Play, F Receiving Oral, Cum Play, Semi Public sex, Public Sex, Creampie kink, Breeding kink, M/F/M & M/M, Soft Johnny?)

(Not fine edited, we die like that illegal crane kick-)

When she got off the bus age headed right to her locker to put her stuff away. She was even happier to find Daniel waiting for her at the said locker. The past few months had been blissful. She had always thought Daniel LaRusso was cute from the minute she laid eyes on him in the school cafeteria. He wasn't like the other alphas she had met and that made her heart beat a little faster. He wasn't built, not like the more physically active alphas around the school, like the meathead jocks or just random groups of alphas that mauled around the school. He was lanky with a bit of muscle underneath, he was built for speed.

She couldn’t help but smile at him as she opened her locker and shoved her bag into the small space. Closing it she smiled up at the lanky alpha who leaning against the locker next to hers. His own bag was slung over one of his shoulders. His voice was snarky saying “How’s your morning going Doll? You look like you’re in a good mood.” She rolled her eyes at him saying “It’s been great, I woke up early, did my hair, and got breakfast. And get this, I actually got to the bus stop before the bus for once’s!” He looked mildly pleased with her statement. He quickly stood up and ushered her towards one of the other hallways. The two of them walked side by side as they maneuvered through the crowded hallway. Daniel wrapped an arm over her shoulder as he helped her get passed the crowd of students and into a less crowded area. Once they had some actual space, and more privacy, Daniel pulled her off to the side of the hall.

He pressed a little closer to her, his chest to hers, one of his legs brushing in between hers. He smiled down at her, his brown eyes drilling into hers. A split moment later he was dunking his head down into her neck and scenting her. She shivered as his hot breath meet the soft skin of her neck, brushing over her scent gland. She had to stop herself from making a sound as he started to rub against her. Scenting was a completely normal thing, it was natural to scent others, but Daniel never failed to make her red in the face when he started scenting her. She tried her best to scent him back as well. It was a pleasant feeling. She loved being wrapped up in Daniel’s arms, and the way his scent covered her like a blanket made her feel warm and safe. Daniel always smelled like smokey vanilla, more musky and deep than sweet. Just thinking about it made her head spin.

The two slowly pulled away from each other and just stood together in the hallway.

Everything was fine until she felt a stinging sensation in her stomach. For a moment she just subtly rubbed at her belly, trying to make the weird pain go away. It was gone within seconds. Daniel raised a brow at her actions saying “You ok?” She nodded saying “I’m fine! Probably just eat too fast or something at breakfast. I’ll be fine!” She grinned at him. The sound of the first bell made the both of them jump. Daniel rolled his eyes at the annoying sound of the new wave of students that swarmed the once-empty hall. Reader just patted his arm as the two of them quickly tried to usher their way through the crowd.

Things only got worse as the familiar laughter of the cobra gang filled the hallway. Their laughter echoed against the walls. After the all-valley tournament, the cobras hadn’t messed with Daniel too much. They will snicker and laugh in his direction when passing or in class, but they no longer went out of their way to mess with him. The physical assault’s stopped as well and they stopped trying to corner him when they had the chance. Reader wasn’t scared of the cobras, not at all, most of them were just hot-headed alphas. Bobby Brown was nice enough and never bothered her, the Jimmy guy never said much, and Tommy had the laugh of a hyena cackling and laughed at just about everything. Dutch was a hot head that irritated her, he talked even more than Johnny and always had comments that made her blood boil.

Johnny was the one that she was unsure of, and it didn’t help that even the thought of him made her stomach turn again, or maybe it was the new sharp stab of pain that ran through her belly.

She didn’t like the way Johnny smelled, the way it made her heart flutter just as much as Daniel’s scent did. When she first told Daniel about her weird and strange feelings, he was taken aback for a moment. His eyes filled with a bit of jealousy and maybe even a bit of betrayal. She felt horrible about it, she wanted Daniel, not Johnny. She wanted to hate herself for the stupid biological feelings she was experiencing for Johnny. Johnny was a jerk in her eyes, she didn’t even know him that well. The two of them only talked a few times during classes they shared, the ones that Johnny didn’t try and skip. The day that Daniel came to her and said it was ok, that he wasn’t mad about the feelings she was experiencing for Johnny, was the best day of her life. After a long talk, the two of them agreed they loved each other and it was better that they both talk about their feelings, including any feelings toward others. He admitted that maybe he was ok with the idea of Johnny. He was still trying to get over the trauma he faced at the hands of Johnny and his friends, but he could push it off for Reader.

Reader didn’t have time to continue her thoughts on the blond, the pain in her stomach was there again but much worse. She felt like a hot poker was going through her lower gut. She bit the inside of her cheek as she held onto Daniel’s arm. The sound of Johnny and the other boys grew closer until they passed them. She only caught a glimpse of the blue-eyed alpha as they passed. His blond hair was pushed to the side as he looked their way. For a split moment, both Reader and Daniel glanced back at him, all three of their eyes meeting at some point.

It was over before it even started.

Daniel pulled her attention back as he wrapped an arm around her and started to push her down the hall, leaving the blond to watch after them, his own pack pulling him the opposite way.

Daniel’s eyes softened as he chewed on his bottom lip, the two standing in front of Readers first class of the day. He kissed her cheek before saying “Are you sure you're ok? Your scent smells weird, do you think you're getting sick or something? Do you want me to take you home?” reader rubbed at her arm but gave a half smile back saying “Daniel I will be fine, I promise I'll be better by lunchtime. I probably just need to relax. I'll see you later ok? I'll see you at PE if I don't find you at lunch.” Daniel huffed but nodded before watching the omega walk into their class. The bell rang a minute later making him sigh and jog toward his own class. He hoped he wouldn't be too late.

Reader started to regret her decision on telling Daniel not to worry, she should have taken up his offer to take her home. The stomach pain only got worse throughout the class. The pain slowly grew into full-on cramps. Her lower belly felt like it was twisting up. By third period she felt like she was going to puke her guts up. It was hot and uncomfortable. When lunchtime finally came around she wanted to die. She couldn't find Daniel, she felt like crap, and she didn't want to eat.

She sat like that for a while until the clank of something being set on the table made her lift her head to look up. The scent that filled her nose already told her who it was. She raised a brow as the smell of ashy smoke and tart cherry raided her nostrils. For a moment her stomach stopped hurting. Looking up she meets the crystal blue eyes of Johnny Lawrence. For once his blond locks didn’t cover his eyes and the familiar asshole smirk wasn’t plastered on his lips. His scent grew thicker by the minute.

“Eat the pie, you smell like you're going to cry and puke any minute now. Your scent is pumping out like a fucking faucet.”

For a split second, it almost smelt like he was trying to put out a comforting scent to blanket her, in an attempt to calm her nerves.

He was gone within a minute, back to his own table where the cobra’s sat. Tommy was laughing at something and Dutch patted Johnny on the back as he sat back down with his pack. His eyes only glanced back over to her once before going back to his friends.

Looking back at her own table Reader found a single small plate right in front of her. A slice of blueberry pie sat on the plate with a plastic fork. Looking at it with big eyes, she slowly took the fork from the plate and scooped up a portion of the small pie. The moment it hit her tongue she felt ten times better. It was cold. It made her hot belly that continued to cramp cool down. The sweetness made her sigh and her body go limp for a moment. Her body slumped a little on the table as she continued to eat the gifted pie until it was all gone. She used her fork to poke around at the crumbs on her plate until the bell rang. Three more periods and she could go home.

Her next class was PE and she felt lucky she even made it into the locker room in one piece. Her body ached and her head was starting to fog up. She wondered what she could have caught. Was it some kind of food poisoning? By the time she got her gym clothes on she could hardly think straight. Looking around the locker room she found it completely empty. How long had she been in here for? How long did it take her to change? She brushed it off and just headed out of the locker room in hopes of finding someone. Maybe they were out in the gym or out on the field already for soccer or something. Leaving the locker room she found the gym empty and quiet.

A wave of hot pain filled her core and made her face go red. That wasn’t the normal pain she had been having all day, it was new. It wasn’t just her lower stomach that hurt, her womb hurt. It was an unfamiliar feeling that made her want to ball up and hide. Her mind started to fog up even more and her mind was racing. Something in her told her to run, to go somewhere safe, somewhere she could hide. For a second she thought about going back to the locker room, it was safe. No, it wasn’t, anyone could come into the locker room. Her eyes caught sight of one of the old storage closets on the other side of the gym, off to the side next to one of the old meeting rooms the athletic department would use.

Before she could stop herself she was sprinting toward the room. Her brain was still foggy but she smiled at the fact that the door wasn’t locked when she pried the heavy metal door open. She slid into the room and flicked the light on, the giant light flickered overhead as it lit up the room. She quickly shut the door before sitting down. The cramps were coming in wave after wave making her ball up a little. She could feel tears pricking her eyes. Her skin started to feel hot and she knew she was sweating a little. Looking around she found a pile of old blankets from who knows to win. She dragged a few of them over and spread them out before settling down in the middle of the small pile she had made. A few minutes later she was on the verge of tears, she could feel her gym shorts being drenched, and she knew it was from slick pouring out of her hole.

She knew it was from her heat. She had never actually been through a full heat before. When she first presented it was due to a pre-heat coming on. Right after that, she started heat suppressants. She had never actually gone through a full heat before.

Was this what a full-fledged heat was like? Was she going to die? She never read a lot about heats before. If she got through this then she would definitely take the time to read up on it.

Because I’m that moment she felt like she truly was dying.

She couldn’t stop the whimper that left her chest, followed by a sob. She could feel the hot tears flowing down her flaming-hot cheeks. Every tear felt like acid. She squeezed her eyes shut as pain racked her body, she even tried cupping her pussy through her shorts but it did nothing to help with the pain. Slick covered her thighs and started to leak onto the blankets underneath her. The liquid didn’t seem to stop as it gushes out of her with every breath. Every time she let out a shaky breath she felt a new wave of slick fill her panties and shorts. Age couldn’t stop herself from kicking them off after a while, they were completely ruined. The light green fabric was stained, slick causing the material to go from a light forest green to an ugly dark green shade. She tossed them to the side as she tried to curl up into herself once again.

At that moment she didn’t even hear the sound of the metal door being opened and closed. Blue eyes blinked in the shadow of the dimly lit room. They were sharp as they scanned the room, eyes roaming over the half-naked omega that lay on the floor in a ball.

“J-Johnny?”

Her voice was weak as she lived her head towards the alpha. Her eyes were still filled with tears. They slowly lessen as she takes in Johnny’s scent, the warm comforting scent he was pumping out in the lunch room was back. The room was filled within seconds with his scent. It made the burn inside her lessen for a moment, her brain going clear. The blond moved closer and out of the shadows. His own cheeks were flushed against his pale skin. He was shaky as he moved to kneel next to her on the floor. His pupils when blown wide from the smell of her slick, the blue of his eyes slowly becoming hidden. He visibly sniffed at the clearly in pain omega.

His voice was deep “ I was going to skip class when I saw you limp into the locker room. Your scent has been bugging me all day, it's all weird and sweet. It made my stomach bubble all through lunch. I can't believe I was so stupid that I couldn't tell you were going into heat.” he snorted before saying “Clearly LaRusso didn't smell it either. He should have taken you home. That's what a good alpha would have done for their omega instead of leaving them to suffer, and wind up in a storage closet of all places.” at this point he was grinding his teeth. His eyes looked over her.

Reader smiled a little even in her uncomfortable state saying “He wanted to take me home when school started but I said no. I didn’t know my heat was starting, I just thought it was stomach pain. I’m on suppressants, Iv never even had a real heat before.” She hissed and closed her eyes as the pain returned. Johnny stopped himself from trying to move her head to rub at her scent gland.

“I should get someone. Maybe the nurse or something has some emergency suppressants or something, I don’t know how heats work. Can you even stop one?”

“No, once one fully starts you can’t stop it. I’m just going to have to ride it out. Shit, this fucking hurts. Johnny, can I die from this? Fuck Johnny, what if I die from some stupid heat because my stupid pills didn’t work. Johnny what the hell am I going to do-“ her freak out was cut short as Johnny shoved his face into her exposed neck. She chirped out as he rubbed against her sensitive scent gland, her bonding area being bathed in Johnny’s own scent. He moved over her shaking form, pressing his full body and weight onto her. Not in a weird way but in a comforting way, trying to get her to relax against his form. She quickly uncurled from her tight ball and relaxed against Johnny’s muscular body. His breath fanned over her cheek as he looked at her. Their eyes meet.

“Johnny, please touch me.”

“You are with LaRusso, you are his omega. He will literally kill me the minute he smells me on you. That little shit doesn’t scare me, but I respect him enough to not mess with his omega.”

“I promise he won’t be mad, he knows. Please, Johnny, knot me.”

Johnny couldn’t stop himself after hearing her pleas. His tongue lapped at her scent gland and moaned out against her flesh. The sound of her moans and whimper’s filled his ear the fast he moved. His jeans were tight and his shirt felt too hot and itchy at the moment. He hummed at her naked leg and smirked at the friction it caused his hard dick. He was quick to make work of his pants and boxers, throwing them outside the makeshift nest. His cock stood proud and hard, slapping against his abs.

He pulled away for a moment to look down at the Omega underneath him. Half-lidded eyes looked up at him, her pouty lips were soft and raw from biting them. He watched as she huffed and panted out. He watched as her lower belly twitched, the soft belly of an omega was something that made him hard as a rock. Soft hips jerked against him. His eyes lowered and he felt his dick twitch, he could feel the beads of pre spilling down his shaft. He had never smelled slick before in his whole life, it made his mouth water as he got a nose full of the scent. He was basically drowning in it.

He couldn’t stop himself from lowering himself down and stuffing his face into her thick thighs. Her pillow-like thighs were warm and covered in the thick liquid. He couldn’t help but nose at the soft flesh to get a better smell. He didn’t even notice when his hands pulled her leg’s apart and he stuffed his face right in between her legs. His nose bumped against her clit and he felt her clench around him. Hot breath fanned over her sopping pussy. Her folds were drenched in the syrupy fluid. It smelled like heaven between her legs and he couldn’t get enough of it. He felt he was going in slow motion with how foggy his brain was.

Slick flowed down his chin as he pressed deeper into her. He lapped at her lower lips and groaned. Reader whimpered as one of her hands shot down and gripped the blond's golden locks. Her eyes squeezed shut as the alpha worked her over with his mouth. His hot tongue finally found her twitching hole and plunged into her wet heat. All Johnny could hear was the sound of her moans and the wet lapping of his own tongue in her pussy. The faster he trusted his tongue inside, the more slick he drank up. It was thick and hot as it flowed into his mouth. Every gulp of slick made his stomach flutter. He could feel his knot starting to shift in his pants, he could feel the hard bundle of nerves on the base of his shaft start to swell.

One of his hands fell to his lap, rubbing himself roughly through the thick fabric. Stupid jeans. Within seconds he was annoyed with his jeans and made work of his belt and jeans. He grunted out as he pulled his boxers down and let his hard dick spring out, he could feel how it slapped his abs in his hunched-over position. He had long since lifted the omega by the lower body, pushing her legs over his shoulders and holding her pussy to his face. He jerked himself as he moaned into her throbbing pussy. Her toes curled along his back as he continued his assault on her cunt. He tried his best to lick up every drop of slick that flowed out from her hole. His tongue fucked into her faster and harder as he stroked himself. Dick throbbing in his hand, he squeezed at his growing knot.

He was so deep into his own lust that he didn't hear the door open or the sound of shoes squeaking across the hard floor.

He didn’t notice the figure behind him until he felt hot breath fanning over his neck and a tanned hand replacing his own on his dick. The hand stroked along his cock as another hand wrapped around his now swollen knot. A thumb ran over his slit making him moan once again into the wet pussy he had his face buried in. His hands gripped her thick highs as he continued to eat her out.

He didn’t care that the smell of LaRusso was permeating the room now. He didn’t even care that the punk was stroking his dick and sucking at his neck. His scent wasn’t horrible. He didn’t feel like punching him. God his hands were amazing though.

He was so far gone that he almost missed the way Reader locked her thighs around his head. The way she clamped down on his tongue had him growing. Before he knew what was happening she was shaking around him and a hot wave of slick filled his mouth and splashed against his chin. He felt the warm liquid run down his chin and neck. His chest heaved as he was overwhelmed by her scent and slick alone. Her legs and thighs went lax around his shoulders and head. She slumped back onto the floor, panting and shaking. Lowering her to the floor he sighed. He licked his lips of fluid and smirked down at the satisfied omega. Her eyes were half-lidded and wet with pleasure-filled tears.

“Come on Johnny why don't you put that pretty cock in her fat pussy? She's basically begging for your knot.”

LaRusso’s words were teasing to Johnny's ears as they both looked down at the omega.

A minute later LaRusso was yanking Johnny’s pants and boxers down. They pooled around his knees. For a split second, he realized how hard he actually was. His cock was weeping pre against his belly and his balls were tight. He could feel his swollen knot throb. He felt LaRusso move from behind him and scoot over to sit behind Reader. He helped to move her up into his lap, letting her lean back against him. She moaned as his hands moved to rub over her tits before they moved underneath her shirt. He felt her up for a moment before lifting her shirt up over her tits and pushing her bra up. Her boobs spilled out of the shirt. Her nipples pebbled up at the air and Daniel couldn’t help but play with them. His fingers pinching and pulling at them making Reader yelp. He stopped at looked at Johnny, his pupils blown.

He held up and lifted her legs back, making her fold in half. Her whole cunt was spread out, wet and glistening from her own juices and Johnny’s spit. Daniel’s fingers moved to spread the wetness because spreading her open. Her folds open leaving her hole twitching. Johnny looked at LaRusso one more time before taking his dick in hand and quickly guiding the head into the omegas pussy. He grunted and bottomed out, slipping in with no resistance. Reader moaned and her eyes fluttered at the feeling of being so full. Slick trickled from around his shaft.

His thrusts were deep and fast as he humped into the poor omega. His brain was foggy as all e could do was growl out with every thrust. Every time he thrust in he could feel her clench around him. Being inside her was like being in pure ecstasy. She was so warm and wet, it felt like he was being sucked in. Her hands gripped at his arms, her fingernails dug into the flesh of his arms leaving crescents. He grunted as her moans grew louder. Daniel could only watch and bit his lip as he watched his ex-rival fuck his girlfriend. He was getting more and more turned on by the minute. His eyes watched as her tits bounced and her belly jiggled every time Johnny pounded away. The sounds of wet flesh meet his ears and made him even harder.

He played with her tits as Johnny fucked her. His eyes glazed over as he looked down to watch how Johnny’s dick moved in and out of her. His eyes narrowed as he watched Johnny’s already large knot swell even more. He watched as it started to catch along the rim of her pussy. His thrusts grew harder and shorter. Daniel knew the blond alpha was getting close to busting.

“Just knot her already man, we know you want to.”

“Johnny, please! Please knot me, make me cum! I want to cum!”

Johnny couldn’t stop the way his knot finally swelled completely and in one thrust he was completely locked inside. She squeezed under him and he could feel the way she milked him. Her walls clenched and he could feel her soaking him with cum and slick. She thrashed around for a minute or two before settling down into a heap. Johnny kissed her damp skin and full tits. He could feel his hot pants as he nosed at her skin.

He closed his eyes for a while as they all just lay there in silence. He felt hands work over his head, fingers guiding through his blond locks. Fingertips traced over the bridge of his nose and along his cheekbones. Somehow he knew that the fingers that ghosted over his chin were Daniel’s, they were a little too rough, a little too hard to be Readers. The whimper that left his lips where soft as he settled into the rhythm of Reader’s breathing. The way her breasts moved up and down with every gasp of air.

They sat there for what felt like hours but he knew it was only minutes. The ease of the moment was gone when rough hands ran up the skin of his stomach. Daniel moved from behind the now pleased omega to behind Johnny once again. His rough hands moved to massage at his pecks, thumbs tracing over his nips and making them hard and pebbled under his shirt. He could feel himself twitch inside the omega under him, a thick load of cum filling her. Daniel nosed at his neck for a minute. Ghosting over his scent gland. Johnny couldn’t stop the moan that left his chest as the soft pad of Daniel’s tongue slid across the sensitive flesh. He didn’t have the energy to stop him. And honestly, he could say he didn’t care either.

One hand even dared to travel down his abs and through his wire-like pubic hair, brushing over his blond happy trail and down to where he was still connected to the omega. Fingers brushed over the connecting flesh. Johnny’s eyes flutter open as he moved to cup his hand over the tan one.

Daniel’s voice was low, something Johnny had never heard before. He was always so high-pitched. Never once had the smaller alpha made the effort to deepen his voice around the blond. This was something completely new and he didn’t know why he liked it so much.

“How about we make a deal, you can fuck my little omega here all you want. Knot her cunt all you want, then we can switch, and take turns like real alphas do when they want the same omega. Maybe one day you fuck me too, for fun. And maybe just maybe I get to fuck your tight ass one day too.”

Johnny wanted to grit his teeth, maybe even whip around and bite the other alpha's head off. But he couldn’t find the energy too. Something in his bones went lax at the other alphas' words. Maybe he wanted that.

His knot throbbed as he snorted back.

“Sounds like a good plan LaRusso. Maybe you are not as stupid as you look.”

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The Dreaming | Bob Floyd x Reader x Rhett Abbott

Word Count: 15,300 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader, food, bodily injury, nightmares, Bob working through trauma in his own way, crying, relationship insecurities, I love you's, overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, anal sex (Rhett fucks Bob in this one!) an unrealistic depiction of a Navy accident, mentions of drowning, and a creative decision to put Bob's apartment by the ocean 💕

Without further ado, may I introduce you to the story of what caused Robert “Bob” Floyd to ask Reader and Rhett to live with him 💙 I pray you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

These blazing white fluorescent lights only seem to make the ringing in his ears grow louder. A persistent, high-pitched tone, wailing in his ears for days on end. Renders the jerky, sporadic clicks of his crutches into near silence. 

If only the lady in front of him would walk a smidge quicker. He knows she means well, isn't quite sure how such a small woman thinks she'll catch him in the event he falls, but alas, she tries. Walking with her arm cautiously held out, pausing every time he reaches forward with his crutches, the rubber tips narrowly missing her polished black heels. He'd hate to hit them and leave a mark that she'll have to clean off later, or worse, trip her, but it's so difficult.

This hallway never seems to end. 

Even as he hobbles out into this little glass room and stops just shy of her pristine mahogany desk, those hallway walls echo through his peripheral. Like he's floating back to the front doors again, has to make that long trek one more time. 

Something's moving in the corner of his eye. One, no, two figures. Blurry, so out of focus that they look like a pair of smudges. 

But those aren't just smudges.

He knows those smudges. From the man who reaches up to tangle his fingers in semi-long, dark brown curls to the wide-eyed, rigid figure that's getting up from a cheap, plastic chair. 

"Sir, you need to wait a minute," that ringing grows louder with every hobbled step toward the door. 

But he's not listening. 

"Sir, please— Mr. Floyd!" 

Crutches squeak against the tile floor. Shoulder weakly slamming into that glass door. Feet scuttling beneath him. Searching for purchase. Forcing it open. His eyes burn. Already blurred vision growing foggier. His right foot catches on the leg of his crutch. Left one can't catch the ground fast enough. 

He's falling.

But you're there to catch him. 

Your lovely arms open, wrapping around his trembling shoulders as he all but slams into you. Has you stumbling backward until your back hits Rhett's broad chest, and then Rhett's arms are wrapping around him too. Only serves to draw him further into your neck. The final straw before the stinging in his eye soothes, replaced by a wetness that rolls down his cheek and seeps onto your shirt.

"Bobby," your voice is the first clear thing he's heard since it happened. 

And just like that, the ringing has stopped. 

Replaced by the yammering of the poor woman trying to do her job, your hushed, shaky words, and Rhett's gruff hum as he steps closer and nuzzles his nose into the side of Bob's head. Breath warm against the side of his head, where his hair is at its shortest. 

Your fingers trace up the back of his neck, loosely following along his spine, until they're stopped by a haphazardly placed bandage. "Bobby," you're repeating yourself, but it sounds like the first time all over again, "Are you crying?" 

Through a shuddering sniffle, Bob shakes his head no. Lips parting, but not a sound coming out. Even as he's forced to take a reluctant step back, fill out and gather the paperwork he needs to walk out of here, he can't get a word out.

"They say he'll get over it in a few days," and he hates how she says it, words laced around an ingenuine laugh as he digs her fingers into his bicep and pulls him away, back to her office. This situation is anything but juvenile, and yet she treats it so. Like he's struggling to walk because he tripped on the playground, and he's chosen not to speak because he didn't get the toy he wanted. 

But soon, soon, he finds himself sitting in the backseat of an unfamiliar rental car. Head resting in your lap as your fingers card through his hair, the nondescript tune on the radio overridden by Rhett grumbling about how the clutch needs replacing. Truly, he should be a touch concerned that the rancher who grew up with a stick shift is having trouble shifting gears, but all he can focus on are the veins that bulge under the effort.

Those lovely arms that catch him by the waist when he trips on the rain-slicked sidewalk that leads to his apartment complex. Drawing him back up as if he weighs nothing. "Y' alright?" 

Still, those words still won't come to his tongue, leaving him mouthing a silent "I think so" that only you catch. 

When Bob applied for this apartment nearly six years ago, he'd been so thrilled by the picturesque ocean views and spacious bedroom that the never-ending stairs and always-broken elevator were mere minor inconveniences. A sacrifice that could be made. But now, as he hobbles up each and every stair, he's found himself muttering under his breath about how this apartment was a mistake. 

But in the blink of an eye, he's watching you fumble with his keys and opening his front door, and it's so...strange. This is the first time you and Rhett have ever been to his apartment, and yet it feels familiar. Like this is something that's happened every day for his entire life; you're always the one to unlock the door; Rhett always stops just past the door to toe his boots off. 

"This place is bigger than it looks over the phone," you chirp, and he wants to look at your face, see if you notice his severe lack of a dinner table, but all he can do is stare out the sliding glass doors behind you. The ones that lead out onto the balcony, complete with a view of the haunting, bottomless blue sea. 

That ringing is back. 

Loud enough to mask the hard thumping of his heart. Hammering against his chest. Threatening to break out at any moment. Even in the rain. Even in the rain, that ocean is so fucking deceptive. A siren ready to lure one out under the guise of—

"Bob!" 

"Huh?" 

It doesn't sound like him at all, raspy and breaking at the end, but it's there. The first noise he's made since he woke in the infirmary. 

You're walking up to him, hands reaching to cradle his cold cheeks and bringing him to meet your lips. A fleeting peck that he finds himself wanting more of, fighting the urge to lean in and steal another one. 

"We asked if you wanted to order something for dinner," you chirp, in that honey-sweet, warm tone of yours, "I doubt you want to go back down those stairs." 

The mere mention of food has his stomach churning so sourly that he wonders if his face is turning green. Behind you, he catches a glimpse of Rhett toying with the edge of a brochure he must have found at the airport, folded open to an advertisement for a pizza joint down the road. It's that thing he always does when he wants something. Holds his tongue until everyone has spoken before him. 

Right now, the last thing Bob wants is a greasy pizza with obnoxiously-stretchy cheese and too much pepperoni. Yet, he finds himself opening his mouth, wavering voice barely getting out of his mouth.

"Do you wanna try the pizza joint down the road?" All to see that out-of-place cowboy light up like an evening star.

That pizza tries to come back up while he's laying in bed. 

Stomach still twisting knots in his belly, gurgling louder than the ringing in his ears as he stares up at the ceiling. Even from here, he can tell that you and Rhett are getting ready to leave. Off to a hotel because his apartment isn't big enough for the three of you. It's not a big, expansive house like everyone else in his field seems to own, the kind meant for a family. 

This lonely place only has enough room for an equally lonely man, never home longer than a week at a time. 

Your frame appears in the doorway, hesitating, and he can already see your suitcase lingering by your knee. "Is it okay if I put my suitcase in here?" 

Blink.

Blink again.

"Huh?" He's tilting his head to get a better look at you. 

"I figured it would be better than leaving it in the corner of your living room," you clarify, pulling the suitcase a little closer to yourself. That doesn't follow in the slightest. Why would you leave your things here if you're going to a hotel for the night? 

Despite his confusion, Bob's found himself nodding, "The space next to the bedside table is a good spot to leave it." He should know; he always leaves his travel bags piled up there. Out of the way, where he can't trip over it. 

As soon as you've got your suitcase placed where you want it, you start heading for the bed, feet pattering across the hardwood floor. Stopping short of the bed and bending down to press a warm, lingering kiss to his forehead.

This is it. This is when you mutter your goodbye for the night, leaving him with a kiss and a promise to be back in the morning. Your mouth is opening, ready to deliver the words he's already heard.

But you're silenced by a loud thump and a gruff swear. 

Rhett stumbles through the threshold, minding his left foot, "What are doorframes in California so fuckin' narrow for?" 

The bed dips as he all but tosses himself into the space behind Bob's back, wastes no time in rolling over and wrapping a big, muscled arm around his waist. Practically drags him across the mattress until his back is flush with Rhett's chest. 

"You're cold," he mutters, that calloused hand of his wandering beneath Bob's shirt, splaying out against his belly. 

This doesn't make any sense at all. It's late; you and Rhett should be leaving soon, especially if you want to go to bed before midnight. But you're crawling into bed, too, letting Bob wrap his arm around you as you settle in. His head resting against your chest, close enough to feel your heart pitter-pattering against him. 

"You are cold," you parrot, fingers stroking the back of his head in such a way that it sends a shiver down his spine. 

Rhett's chapped lips press against the back of his neck, a little, fleeting sensation that has something rumbling to life in Bob's lower belly. God, if only he didn't have this basketball-sized bruise on his hip right now. If only he didn't have an ache that reaches right into his bones. It's been a while since he's seen you two in person, nevermind yielding and letting Rhett have his way with him for once—

"Do you want to take about what happened?" You murmur, voice vibrating against Bob's forehead.

Images flicker through the forefront of his mind. Still shots, fleeting memories of an experience that doesn't feel real. Yet it's sunk in enough to send snowflakes flittering through his veins, goosebumps bubbling across pale skin. 

His head feels too big for his own body as he shakes out a 'no.' 

But unlike his superiors, you and Rhett don't demand a detailed recount of what happened. A play by play that tears into his every thought and feeling, strangled out of him all for the sake of getting all the facts straight. 

No, Rhett just squeezes him a little tighter, and you press another kiss into his forehead with a muttered, "That's okay." And as he steals a kiss from your lips, the little voice in the back of his head echoes your words.

Maybe it is okay. 

Everything is spinning.

He is spinning. 

Round and round. A million miles a second. Spiraling down, down, down, Faster by the second, And they're not supposed to be spinning. 

But the controls are fine. 

Not a single light is on. Every switch. Every Knob. Every dial. Every screen. It's all where it should be. Nothing is wrong. 

But they're spinning.

He's yelling at the man in the front. Squeezing his hands past the headrest. Fingers knocking against a cold helmet shell.  His throat burns as he screams. Falling. We're falling. 

But the man isn't listening. "No, we're not." 

Yes, we are. 

Yes, we are. 

Don't you see? Everything outside is a blur. Spinning round and round. That sour churn in our chests means we're falling. Don't you see the ground getting closer? We're falling! Why are we fucking falling?

And yet the man's still not listening. Doesn't lift his head to look at the blurry world around them. The blue ground is getting closer. And closer. And closer. He's screaming at the top of his lungs. And nobody is listening. 

His hands find the rope between his legs. Pull. 

It doesn't budge. 

He's pulling again. Harder now. Yanking. Come on, now. The ground is getting closer. He's running out of time. 

The rope detaches. 

The man in front of him isn't listening. 

And he's still falling. 

You almost thought Bobby would never wake up.

You'd known he was tired, exhaustion emanating from his weary bones, heavy, dark circles looming beneath those pale blue eyes. But you've never known him to sleep past eleven, undisturbed by Rhett's second incident with the door frame when he got up. Even the thick aroma of breakfast, ordered from a small shop down the road, couldn't draw him out of his slumber. 

"Good morning, sleepy head," a lazy smile sprawling across your face as you speak, "sleep well?" 

Bob hums, the best he can do, as he lifts his arms above his head and stretches like a cat. All to roll over to the edge of his bed, arm dangling from the side. "Watcha doing down there?"

"Refolding your shirts," you say it without needing to look at what your hands are doing. So into the rhythm of things that you've found yourself on autopilot, the pile of shirts in your lap gradually growing. "It was the only way we could get your dresser drawer to shut again."

He's yet to find out that Rhett's fumbling around the kitchen, replacing the blown light in the stove. 

"'m sorry about that," he's reaching up, tangling his hand through unruly hair that now stands straight up, remnants of his favorite gel working to create a new hairstyle of its own. "I should've cleaned before I left."

"Not like you had time, with that new job of yours," and you hope he doesn't catch the disappointment brewing in the belly of your tone. You'd really thought he'd turn down that offer. "What is it again? You're home a month and a half out of the full year now?" 

Bob's first attempt at speaking is interrupted by a yawn, the final remnants of sleep beginning to dissipate, "If I'm lucky, I get two months."

"At this rate, you'll always be home," Rhett's voice echoes down the hallway, heavy feet audibly thumping across the floor, "Six months into the job, and they already got you in bandages."

"I'll heal," and you hate how Bob says it as if it's not a big deal. Like he's simply home because of a paper cut and not an accident that he can't bring himself to speak of. An accident that's got him wrapped in bandages and hobbling around in crutches because his left foot can't bear his full weight.

"T's what we said 'bout my shoulder, ain't it?" Rhett's rounding the corner, rotating that perpetually sore left shoulder of his. Two years later, and he still can't extend it as well as his right one. 

Your hand meets the cold floor, clean out of shirts to fold. None left on the other side of you, either. Careful, you scoop up your neatly folded stack, placing the shirts back into their drawer, knuckles brushing into something absurdly...solid. 

"You keep a wooden box in your t-shirt drawer?" Whatever it is, it's light in your hand. Easily fits amongst the shirts when you put it back. But as you turn your attention back to Bob, his face has fallen. Paler. Eyes a touch wider than they were before. 

"Sentimental junk," he supplies, after a moment, "made 'em in that woodworking class Mickey drug me out to last summer." 

If you remember correctly, he built that nightstand of his and then never returned to the class again. Still have the pictures he'd excitedly sent when he finished his chosen project, and the video of it buckled into the backseat of his pickup. 

But he's starting to sit up, wincing as he upsets something near his rib cage, and you find yourself leaving your thoughts behind in favor of helping him before he tears a stitch. 

This comforter set was a mistake. 

It's so fucking blue. The color of the open, roaring seas he's flown over more times than he can count, ready to swallow him up without remorse. The very sight of it is enough to have his nausea spiking; how could this have ever been his favorite color? And why did he decide to make the curtains the same shade of sea-sick blue, too?

Bob's yet to get full dexterity back in his fingers, some pinched nerve that's still bugging him days after the incident, but he's yanking at the edges of his comforter all the same. Tugging until it's laying in a messy heap on the floor. 

The spare comforter he's had shoved in the hallway closet is a much better color. A dark, muted gray. Plain, but it's nowhere near as much of an eyesore as this blue one. 

Getting it out of the closet was one thing; all he had to do was slide it across the floor with one of his crutches but bending down to get it is something else entirely. Those stitches occupying the space beneath his left knee, running down the side, feel like they'll burst as he tries to crouch. Angrily tugging on tender skin, daring him to push them further and see what happens. 

But the bag is right...there...the tips of his fingers brushing against it. Just out of reach. If he leans a little further forward...

His crutch slips out from beneath his arm. 

And this time, you're not there to catch him when he falls. Landing with a thud that he's sure the downstairs neighbors heard, already-bruised hip aching with the impact. 

"The fuck 're you doin', space boy?" Rhett's appeared in the doorway, towel ruffling through long, damp locks in all of his post-shower glory. 

"Changing the comforter," Bob mutters like it's some shameful thing to admit. 

If his thoughts weren't consumed by the primal, internal shriek of that fucking hurts, Bob's sure he would be salivating over those thick muscles. The ones that bulge as Rhett bends down, on his way to steal a kiss, before helping him back up with this wondrous ease that only he can carry.

"You could've asked one of us for help," his voice rumbling right in Bob's ear as he helps get those crutches beneath his arms again. Distantly, Rhett catches himself wondering if Bob can feel how his hands tremble, nerves rattling through the muscles there. 

But he doesn't seem to notice. Too busy fumbling with his crutches, getting them back beneath his arms, to notice that barely-there shake. "I wanted to do it by myself." 

Funny, Rhett saw that comment coming a mile away.

"I know, dummy," rolling his eyes as dramatically as he can manage. "But it ain't worth it hurtin' yourself over."  

Rhett's not the most observant man; out of the three of you, he's the last to notice fine details. Little intricacies that tell a story of their own, so easily missed, but even he finds himself catching onto the way Bob's eyes shine just a little bit less. Recognizes that look, too, has seen it many a time in the mirror. 

It's hard giving up your independence, even if you're too hurt to have it. 

Maybe that's why he's bending down, tugging a soft, gray comforter from its bag and unfolding it, with a mutter of, "Now get over yonder 'n help me with that side." 

Crutches click across the ground as Bob hobbles over, catching his end of the comforter when Rhett tosses it over. A team effort, even if it's just a big, fluffy sheet. Such a simple thing, and yet it's got something stirring in the back of Rhett's head. 

Why's Bob changing the color of his comforter, anyway? Now, of all times? 

Blue's always been his favorite color.

Oh, how deceptive she is.

Peaceful, tranquil from above. A blanket of warm blue that promises a moment of calm after the storm. And for a moment, she's just that. A soft landing for tired wings.

As quickly as she arrived, she's gone.

Cold fingers reach up from the abyss below. Dragging him down by the collar, head first. Darkness engulfs him like an old friend, her cold tendrils coiling tight around his chest as she pulls him deeper. 

He's kicking against the current. Clawing for the surface. Trashing in her grip. Fighting her as she swallows him whole anyway. She's bigger, stronger, unphased by his struggle to escape her whispered promise of a liquid grave. He's the strongest swimmer of his class, and yet the coldness seeps into his bones as if he's the weakest of them all. 

She's blue from beneath, too. 

A blanket of cold blue that promises a moment of terror as she drags him far below the surface. His vision blurring, the weight of the water crushing his chest, strangling bubble after bubble from his lungs. Inky shadows dance behind his eyes, mocking, cackling. 

His head seems to have floated off of his shoulders, rolled right up to the surface. Daring him to take a breath of this ice-cold air that his lungs burn for. To stop the darkness twinging at the corners of his eyes.

But she hasn't caught on to the hand disappearing into his pocket, seeking a sharp blade for one last fight. 

Robby's such a peaceful sleeper. 

Even on his worst of days, the moment his back hits the mattress, his bones melt into jelly, and he's bound to stay like that till morning comes. Thin eyelashes fanned out against his cheeks, an arm cast out in front of him, cradling someone, something, anything to his chest. It's that time of year when he snores, too. Soft sounds brought on by the temperature shift that comes with Autumn, about as loud as a cat's purr.

You have to be careful as you reach up to stroke an eyelash off of his cheek; a pin drop from the kitchen is enough to wake him on most mornings. But today must be one of those rare instances of heavy sleep because he doesn't stir. 

Behind his head rests another. His face covered by long, dark hair that cascades across his unkempt face. Long stubble drags against your palm as you reach out to brush his hair behind his ear. 

But unlike Bob, Rhett's eyes flicker open. Dark blue, almost black, in this unlit room, peering back at you with a familiar, sleepy wonder. 

"'ve missed wakin' up t'this," he drawls, a lazy smile drawing across his lips as your fingers delve into his hair. He said that yesterday morning, too, and the day before that, and the day before that one, too. 

You wonder if you'll get to hear it tomorrow and the next. If Royal lets him get away with not coming home for the sake of the ranch, that is. It's a wonder you've gotten to have three days together, to begin with. 

"We need to get you some hair ties," you find yourself murmuring, lazily twisting his hair around in your fingers. 

"What?" His smile seems to reach his eyes as he needily leans up into your touch. "Don't want me gettin' a matchin' cut with Robby?" 

Between you, Bob stirs, shifting backward; Rhett's nearly closed eyes burst open, sucking in a gasp. 

Your eyebrows furrow, blinking away what little sleep remains in your eyes as the gears in your head begin to turn. "Rhett?"

"Space boy is awake," he groans in that deep, guttural way that only he can do. 

The arm curled around your waist begins to move, sliding up and down against your back, and slowly, pale blue eyes open. Just enough to get a look at you before shutting once more, closed by the lopsided grin sprawling across his face. His hips continue to wriggle backward, and with the sheets in the way, it's so hard to tell what he's doing. 

Rhett's arm is sliding between you and Bob, dragging your sleepy-eyed WSO back until he's flush against Rhett's chest, with no more room for him to squirm. "Y'intentionally tryin' t'get a rise outta me?" 

"Maybe I am," Bob's still trying to move, albeit not very much, but it's enough to have Rhett's eyes rolling in the slightest of ways. You still don't get what—

Oh. 

"Bobby, how are you awake enough to be in the mood already?" a yawn overtaking you as you speak, powerless to stop him from pressing a big, sloppy kiss to your nose. 

But Bob doesn't pull back like you expect him to. Only nuzzles your noses together, his big hand sliding out from beneath the covers to curl around your cheek. "You try waking up with Rhett's morning wood pressed against your thigh." 

Rhett's reaching between your bodies, grazing past your thigh on his way down to cup Bobby through his shorts. Such a simple contact that's enough to have Bob's lips parting with a breathy noise, too shy to give you anything more without some encouragement. With the covers in the way, it's hard to tell what Rhett's doing to him, but whatever it is, it drives Bob to close the gap between your mouths. 

Lazy is the only way you can describe it. 

Neither of you has the energy to lift your heads, settling for loose lip locks that you can only hold for a few seconds at a time. Open-mouthed, Bob's breath heavy against your skin as he tries to keep himself quiet.

But it's impossible.

Now that he thinks about it, Bob can't remember the last time he's even touched himself, never mind having someone else touch him. And God, that hand of Rhett's is the very definition of talented. Already working its way through the front of his boxers, calloused fingers wrapping around his rapidly hardening cock. 

"Where d'you keep the lube, Bobby?" Rhett's voice vibrates along the back of his neck, rattles all the way down to the bottom of his feet.

Bob's voice refuses to come to him; keeps catching in his throat because Rhett's thumb is toying with his slit, "Second drawer."

You're twisting in the sheets, turning away from him to reach into the bedside table. Only gone for a few seconds, but by the time you roll back over, passing the half-empty bottle off to Rhett, he's found himself whining. Desperate to feel you against him again, like you'll disappear if you're not touching him.

"So needy," you murmur in that careful tone you always use with him, your hand smoothing over his cheek enough to distract him from the loss of contact as Rhett busies himself with drizzling lube into his palm. 

But then his hand is back on him, and God, it's so, so—

"'S that feel good?" Rhett's voice loud in his ear, mouth so close that his lips brush against the shell of Bob's reddened ear. His hand drops lower, gently rolling Bob's balls in his palm, lulling a garbled noise right out of Bob's throat. "Talk to us, Bobby."

"Uhuh," humming dumbly, Bob licks his lips, leans forward, seeking your lips again. Whines so prettily that you smile into it. 

Despite the covers blocking a majority of the sound, that sickly wet squelch rings loud in his ears, Rhett's hand audibly stroking his cock. Slow up and downs that pause to run his palm overtop of a sensitive, pink tip. So much so that he's tempted to buck up into it, the dull ache in his hip bursting into a sharp bite as he does so. 

"Faster," he breathes, eyes screwing shut, "please—hah, Rhett, faster, please." 

Rhett's kicking the sheets off, exposing the messy work he's making of Bob's cock for all of you to view, hand moving a little faster than before. "You likin' that?" His teeth graze the shell of Bob's ear, nipping at the edges just to make him jolt. "You like when I jerk you off nice 'n quick like this?"

You're reaching down, following Rhett's nonverbal instruction, curling your palm around his balls, rolling them in your grasp, much like Rhett did. And it's so much. So, so much. From the gentleness of your touch to Rhett's rough strokes. He doesn't remember when his mouth opened or if those whiny noises are really coming from him. 

All he knows is that he can't keep still. Squirming against the mattress, writhing back against Rhett, as if he can escape those quickening touches. Touches that have his toes curling and his breath catching in his throat, something warm brewing in his lower belly. 

"Gonna cum for me, Bobby?" Rhett's voice sends a shiver down his spine. 

"No, no, no, not—" gulping, "don't wanna cum like this."

Your head raises, attention now back on his face. "How do you want it, then?"

"Want one of you to..." God, it's so difficult to get the words out of his mouth, tongue limp in his mouth, "Ride me, fuck me, god, anything," 

But Rhett's hand isn't stopping. No, it's quickening. "Baby, you're too torn up for that right now," he coes, sounds just as disappointed as Bob's whimper, "Your hips are so bruised that we're going to wind up hurting you." 

And it doesn't matter. 

It doesn't matter because Rhett's firm hand pumps him one, two, three more times and he's downright ripping that orgasm out of him. Eyes rolling back, cumming all over Rhett's hand with a strangled cry. Your hand retreats quite quickly, but Rhett's remains, slowing as he works him down from his high, doesn't leave him alone until the oversensitivity has him jolting. 

Bob's lungs burn, panting for a breath that he can't catch, "But what about you two?"

"Rhett and I can take care of each other," but your offer isn't what he wants. No, no, no, this isn't what he wanted at all. 

"That's not—that's not fair," his eyes a little glassier than before, voice wavering, "Why won't...why won't you let me?" And that bottom lip starts to wobble in tune with his racing heart. 

Why can't he? You wouldn't let him last night when he hobbled up behind you and kissed your neck all nice and sweet, in that lingering fashion that you always loved in the past. Rhett's shut him down every time they shower. Says something about not wanting Bob to strain his already injured neck by sucking him off. 

Is it because you're upset about his new job? Fuck, what if he's gone so often that you and Rhett have grown apart from him? Do you just not want him to touch you anymore? Is it because he missed that Spring festival back in March? Why can't he— why can't he touch either of you? What did he do? 

"No, hey, hey, shh," Rhett's hand curls around his trembling jaw, tilting him to meet his eye, "there's no need to get yourself so worked up, now."

"But I want—"

Lips press against his. Firm but giving, in the same manner that Rhett has always kissed him in. "We'll make something work," he says, and for a moment, those dark blue eyes seem to swallow Bob up entirely.

But they don't drown him. 

A beat passes, and then you're coming in to kiss him, too, as if to ward off the sniffles that have begun wracking through him. You don't know when the tears started or what could have possibly brought them on so quickly, but Bob leans into your touch as you wipe them from his pink cheeks. 

You're still afraid to hurt him. Maybe Bob's suffered some sort of head trauma because he doesn't seem to realize how many bruises and bandages cover his battered body. Every limb has at least a few stitches; repairing lacerations, you still don't know the origin of. 

But he's so desperate, insistent, that you find yourself cautiously perched at the top of the bed, kneeling, your thighs caging his face. Rhett's laying next to him, head propped up on one hand, the other running up and down the swell of your ass. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" You repeat, for what's probably the fifth time. 

Involuntarily, your body jolts as Bob's tongue parts your folds, licking a slow, fat stripe up your heat; his reply comes in the form of a grumbled, "uhuh," vibrating where you're most sensitive. 

You've never been so thankful for his remarkably short headboard because that first lick is already enough to have you bracing yourself against it. Your hands squeeze the wood as he circles around your clit, not quite giving it the direct contact it's already aching for. 

"Bobby," fuck, he's something else.

Rhett's greedy gaze soaks it all up, hyper-fixated on the way Bob's pulling you down onto his face, wet tongue lapping at you like he needs you to live. Sloppy, a thin trail of saliva follows him everywhere he goes. 

His lips wrap around your clit, sucks on it just long enough to hear you gasp. Then he's leaving it alone once more, retreating back to those slow licks that have the tip of his tongue brushing against your neglected entrance and not letting up until his broad stroke has massaged past your clit. 

One of your hands drops, fingers card their way through his hair; out of every moment you've spent with him this week, this is the most relaxed you've seen him. Features soft as he laps at your pussy, like it's all he's needed. Doesn't even seem strained when he pushes his tongue past your entrance, spreading you open on the hot little muscle. 

The top of his nose bumps against your clit so effortlessly that it isn't even fair. 

"That's it," you whine; his tongue isn't very long, but there's something so dizzyingly delicious about feeling him downright fuck you on his tongue. 

In the corner of your eye, you catch sight of Rhett's cock, shining in the light as he strokes it. Fuck, is he really getting off to the sight of Bobby with his head between your legs? 

Whatever it is, it's got a heat bubbling to the surface. Familiar, as it spreads throughout your body. Bob's drawing back up, swirling around that swollen bud once more, the tip of his tongue flickering over it. 

"Getting close," you gasp, tugging on those short locks, "Robby—"

Something about your words has him quickening. Languid pace dissolving into something hungry, borderline frantic as he digs his fingertips into your hips and works you over with his mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's a hell of a lot. 

"Cum," his voice muffled by your dripping sex, "please." 

There's a shake in your hands as it washes over you. Trembling like a leaf as you cum on his frantic, talented tongue, the sound of his name tumbling off your own tongue like an incantation. Fuck, your whole body is shaking. But Bob licks you through it, whines into your core like he can feel your orgasm too. 

"Ain't you two jus' a sight," Rhett's sitting up, leaning up to steal a peck from your parted lips, uncaring of how you shamelessly pant against his lips. 

As soon as he's there, he's gone again, laying back against the bed once more. His hand lazily returns to his cock, not in any sort of rush, as he flicks his wrist on that upward stroke. A nice feeling, but nothing strong enough to yank a noise out of his throat. 

Bobby huffs. 

Doesn't say anything. Just...huffs. Like he's jealous of Rhett's hand. 

"He's not gonna be happy unless you let him suck your cock," you say so matter-of-factly that it makes Rhett's head spin. 

"'s that what you're wantin'?" Bob's nodding his head before Rhett's even finished his sentence.

And so up he goes, swinging his knee over Bob's chest and settling into the space there as lightly as he can manage. On its own, his cock smacks against Bob's chin, the angry red of his tip such a stark contrast to Bob's pale pink cheeks. The same shade that colors his thin lips, wrapping around Rhett's dripping tip with an unfathomable eagerness. 

"You want control, or d'you want me to fuck your pretty lil' mouth?" He offers, though he feels like he already knows the answer. Mouth too full to speak, Bob's hands settle on either side of Rhett's narrow hips, almost forcing him to thrust into his mouth. "Guess that's my answer."

Next to him, you giggle. Sleepy-eyed and glowing in your post-orgasmic haze. He knows the clock reads somewhere around eleven AM, but in the back of his head, Rhett really hopes the three of you go back to bed after this. 

Bob's hair is still a mess from when your hands tangled through it, makes it all the more inviting for Rhett's fingers to delve into, his hips twitching forward. A shallow thrust, at first, gives Bobby nothing more than his tip to suckle on, but it's easy to gain confidence when Bob contentedly moans around him. 

"Fuck, your lil' mouth is good," he groans, head momentarily tilting back. He's never felt someone take his cock so damn easily, sucking hard enough to have his toes curling and his jaw falling slack. Thrusting in and out of those swollen lips, mesmerized by the sight of them struggling to stay around his thick length. 

But then his cockhead is bumping against the back of Bob's plush throat, those muscles flexing around him, and he's moaning into the open air like it's his job. 

He's too far into Bob's throat for it to be comfortable, but those shaky hands won't let him pull back, drawing him back into that velvety throat of his over and over and over. Tears roll down his cheeks, and Rhett's thumb is trying to wipe them away the best that it can. 

"Good boy," he's coaxing, hips growing twitchy, difficult to control. Bob's still fighting him as he draws back a few inches, back into the safety of his mouth, where he can't accidentally jolt further down that hot little throat, "you gonna let me cum on your pretty face?" 

He actually thinks Bob is going a little bit cross-eyed. 

"Or would you rather me cum in your mouth, hm?" It's been so long since he's seen those features wrinkle as his salty cum hits that short tongue. 

Bob just hums, and it's hard for Rhett to make a decision when there's a twisting in his gut that has his head feeling like it'll fall off his shoulders. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that soft tongue is swiping back and forth at the underside of him with a talent Rhett forgot he had. 

His hips jerk back on their own accord, Bob's tongue rolling out to cushion his throbbing tip like a welcome mat, mouth open, and that is it. 

With a silent noise, Rhett's eyes flutter shut, and he cums on Bob's pink tongue. Thick ropes of white painting his drooling mouth, a stray spurt of cum splashing against a flushed cheek. And Bob just swallows him up, sucking his sensitive head clean, even through the sniffles once again racking their way through his body. 

"Such a good boy," you're cooing; Rhett's unsure of where you found tissues, but you're wiping his cum off Bob's face with them. 

There's an ache in Rhett's thighs as he settles down into the mattress again, shamelessly curling into Bob's panting side, "You feeling better now, sweetheart?"

Maybe it's something he did.

Maybe he's hurt him because the moment his hand curls around Bob's squishy cheek, he breaks. Tears overflowing. Makes the quietest, strangled noise that Rhett's ever heard, as he just starts...crying. 

But maybe he hasn't hurt him, because he's the one Bob curls toward, hiding his face in the crook of Rhett's neck to muffle the downright wail that ripples out of him. Rhett doesn't know what to do, but he's wrapping his arms around him, gaze flickering up to your scrunched features, laced with every bit of concern flowing through your pretty head. 

"Bobby?" You're nuzzling closer, helping Rhett to create some sort of makeshift cocoon around your trembling WSO. "What's wrong?" 

But Bob doesn't say. 

He just cries.

The worst part about Bobby being hurt, Rhett thinks, is the complete, utter loss of his appetite.

It's not seeing Bob turn down a round of his favorite video game or the lack of a smile when you turn on that television series the three of you enjoy; no, it's seeing Bob poke at his dinner that hurts him the most.

Rhett doesn't have much room to complain; he's the same way with breakfast and lunch, unable to stomach more than a nibble until dinner time comes 'round. But it's almost horrifying to see come from Robert Floyd.

The Robert Floyd who can eat three servings of dinner and still, somehow, have room in his belly for a slice of cake. Who is currently the only person to ever finish the seventy-ounce steak challenge at Odessa's diner; his small hometown of Wabang will probably never find someone to join him on that list of champions.

Now, Rhett's found himself thrilled that Bob's eaten a third of his meal. It's a simple snack wrap you made last minute and went out of your way to use the lunchmeat Bob usually salivates over, but he goes green after four or five small bites. Rhett's never seen him eat in such small nibbles.

But he's got an idea.

If Bob's food aversion acts similarly to Rhett's, then exposure to food is going to get him itching to reach for something. So he does the one thing his momma used to do when she couldn't get him to eat.

He turns on the food channel.

 "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Your voice comes as a surprise; sends him jumping. How long have you been behind him?

"That depends on what you think I'm doing," but he already knows you're both on the same page. 

For a while, he doesn't think it's going to work. 

The three of you wind up curled into the couches, laptops precariously balanced on your laps, fully encased in some multi-player game Bobby loves. You had to be the one to suggest it, and Rhett's pretty sure that if he hadn't agreed to play, Bob wouldn't have joined. 

And then he hears it. The dull rumblings of an empty stomach.

"Was that you?" Feigning surprise in his tone, fighting against the proud, upward turn of his lips. 

But Bob doesn't catch onto his crime, distracted by a second, gurgling noise that seems to echo through the room. His nose wrinkles, glancing down at his stomach as if it can give him an explanation for its fussings, "I guess it was."

"Are you hungry?" You're not so great at masking the upbeat twinge to your words, something bordering excitement as you look up from your screen. 

It takes him a moment to respond, but eventually, "I don't know," pausing to think again, only for a moment,  "I feel hungry, but I don't...nothing sounds good."

And so that's how Rhett finds himself behind the wheel of a truck eighteen years newer than his, foot feather-light on the gas pedal as he drives down unfamiliar streets. Past shops, fast food, and niche restaurants he's never even considered could exist until now. He doesn't remember the name of this city, but it makes Wabang look like a damn joke. 

"What the hell is a bubble tea?" Because...bubbles? Like...foam, bubbles? 

And he regrets asking because Bob starts saying something about tapioca pearls, and he's got no idea what the hell a tapioca is, either. 

There are so many options, combinations, and possibilities, and yet, to Rhett's surprise, the three of you wind up falling into old habits. Eating fast food in the bed of the truck because none of you can wait the ten minutes it'll take to get Bobby back up the stairs. 

"I'm surprised you got up here," He hums, leaning in to steal a kiss from Bob's bitten lips. "You had yourself a bit of a climb."

"I told you I could do it," though Bob's surprised himself. In his head, this truck was a lot lower to the ground. 

Quietly, his stomach rumbles once more, a wayward growl that seems to vibrate all the way up his throat. Yet, his hands seem to have frozen. Fingers numb, unable to unwrap this simple little cheeseburger. 

It shouldn't be this difficult.

Rhett's eating just fine, so nonchalant about it that he's not even looking as he bites into his fish sandwich, and you're so preoccupied with your chosen meal that you've fallen into your own little world, eyes trained on the sight behind Rhett's head. 

That neverending shore. 

Where the ocean kisses the sand, her all-encompassing blue fading to a white froth. Maybe it's the salt blowing in from those heavy waves that's making his stomach wring itself into knots. Or maybe it's the group of teenagers scurrying toward the water with their surfboards and swimsuits, fearless and full of life. 

The ones who haven't been reminded of their own mortality by the sea herself. 

They haven't learned how easily that blue can swallow you up. Invisible tendrils squeezing your chest, strangling every last breath from your lungs as that haunting blue drags you down. Won't let you go until she's strangled you of everything you have to offer and discards you with less respect than gum spat on the floor. 

That same shade of blue follows him everywhere. In his dreams, in his every waking moment, he can't fucking stand—

"D'ya wanna french fry?" But there's Rhett. Innocent as can be, arm outstretched, offering a single fry, what looks like the biggest one he could find. He doesn't want it, but his arm is moving on its own accord because he doesn't have the heart to tell him no.

It's not so bad. Because Rhett smiles all big and dopey when he takes a bite out of it, and for once, it doesn't feel like he's swallowing sand. 

But Rhett's eyes are blue. 

Almost black if he's in the wrong lighting but easily transforms into a brilliant, deep shade once they catch the light just right. Two perfect pools of ocean blue, the kind that swallows Bob up when he looks into them, nothing but gentle waves that make his head spin. 

Rhett's eyes are the color of the ocean. 

Or maybe...the ocean is the color of Rhett's eyes.

His stomach gurgles once more, and this time, it's a little easier to get his fingers moving. Peeling back the paper wrapping and biting into it just like he did the french fry. And for once, it doesn't taste like a mouthful of salt water.

"Watcha smiling at, ocean eyes?" He catches himself asking, words wrapped around a smile of his own.

"Nothin'," there's that sheepish tone in Rhett's tone, caught red-handed. The crimson tips of his ears are all the confirmation Bob needs. 

By the time he's tossing the empty wrapper back into the paper bag, his stomach is still fussing, but he can't say he's surprised. 

He's leaning over, ready to bump his chin against your shoulder, and meekly ask why you let him order one singular item off the menu, but he doesn't get the chance to. Because he's falling sideways. Nothing to catch him as he all but falls over.

"Bobby?" Comes your voice, a few octaves higher than your usual. 

"I didn't realize you moved," tilting his head to catch a glance at you. When did you move to sit against the rear window, anyway? 

And he knows that the eruption of laughter that follows is fueled primarily by the flaming red that's spreading across his cheeks, but he really can't bring himself to feel embarrassed. 

He's missed hearing you two laugh like this.

It's colder in the infirmary than it was in the sea.

Even those deceptive waves were kind enough to offer a shred of warmth. It was easier to breathe with his head underwater than it is to breathe in this tiny, suffocating room. Those invisible tendrils that drug him under promised a swift end to his misery. 

The man in front of him promises a long, slow torment till his last breath.

His leg hurts.

"I'm not going to ask you again," his heavy palm slams upon the table, booming, "What happened out there?" 

They're asking the wrong guy. He wasn't the one flying. 

It wasn't his fault. 

"If one of you made a mistake, I need to know about it!"

It wasn't his fault, but he can't stand the images that flicker through his head. Invisible blades cutting into his eyes with every image. 

"Talk to me, Robert."

It wasn't his fault. 

It wasn't his fault. 

It wasn't his fault. 

It was his fault, wasn't it?

It has to be his fault. Because why else would he be floundering for his voice? Why is it that he's opening his mouth, and nothing is coming out?

Voices erupt. 

But they're not his. 

An unharmonious collision of accusations and questions, two interrogating officers tearing into each other. Both desperate to reach into his chest and cut the answers out of his soul. Neither agree on how.

 His leg hurts. 

Why does his leg hurt?

They're asking him again. "What happened?" "What went wrong?" And he's not sure why he's drawing his knees to his chest. Doesn't know why his hand feels wet when he touches his leg. Its been hours. 

So why is his hand wet?

Why is the room getting smaller? And why is one of the officers getting in his face? 

Why? Why can't he leave? Don't they see he can't speak?

They're shoving a clipboard into his chest with all the force they can muster. Forcing his hand open and shoving a pen into it. 

"Get to writing." 

His leg still hurts.

"Are you okay back there?" 

Bob's not sure if he heard your voice before or after he opened his eyes. Blinking dumbly, he tilts his head to look at you from where you sit, perched in the passenger seat, twisted around to face him.

How long was he asleep?

"Weird dream," is all he can supply. Doesn't exactly answer your question, but it's better than not answering at all.

There's a dull ache in his leg as he moves to sit up, stitches freshly removed after a full two weeks. It's been an hour since the appointment, but he can still feel the tugging as the doctor removed the material from his skin, bit by bit. 

"This isn't the route we took on our way there," observing aloud, twisting his head to get a glimpse out the back window. 

"Was a wreck on the highway," Rhett's eyes lift from the road, looking back at Bob through the rearview mirror, "the GPS thinks it's got a detour" 

Evidently, the detour involves driving through residential areas until they can get back on the highway. Past two-story homes that all look the same. Serve as residences for families of all shapes and sizes. Packed too close together for his liking, but in the back of his head, there's an image floating. Walking in through a front door to find two familiar faces welcoming him home. 

"Think we should go to that open house?" You joke, as the truck rumbles past, "It's got a white picket fence and everything."

"With my new job, y'might regret moving out here," Bob croaks, but he's twisting his head to keep sight of that big, red open house sign, "they could make me move to the other side of the country at any given moment."

"You can fit us in your suitcase," and based by the way Rhett puts it, Bob's got a feeling he'd actually try fitting into one.

If only it were that simple. 

He's yet to tell you and Rhett that he's got to go back to work soon. Two weeks off is two weeks too many, in their eyes. Even if the circumstances for his leave are among the worst of reasons, one step away from being brought home in a nondescript casket. He's only got three or four days before he has to report back, ready to work again, like nothing ever happened. Send you and Rhett home and go back to missing every event you two plan because work always has something for him to be doing.

Listening to you and Rhett bicker, words sputtered through wobbly, wide smiles that take up your entire faces, he can't imagine you'll miss him too much.

That thought is still flittering through his head when the three of you stumble out onto the beach a few hours later, joining some familiar faces that have already taken up residence in the sand. 

"Only six months, and they've already got you on medical leave," Natasha has to shout to be heard over the crashing waves, and even then, the breeze almost carries her words away.

"They haven't killed me yet," forcing a smile as he says it, feigning invincibility.

"Yet," Rhett echoes. It's hard to tell if the saltiness to his tone is really there or if Bob's just tasting the ocean air. 

Doesn't get the chance to find out, either, because Mickey's running up and crushing him in a bear hug that has him reconsidering his choice to go without his crutches. "Man, I haven't seen you since New Year's!" 

He's thankful that Natasha is more of a side hugger and that Reuben and Jake are content to simply wave their hellos. If Jake's half-assed wave can even be considered as one, that is. Too busy sparking a conversation with Rhett because he's got some fancy new lasso, and he's been dying to share the excitement with someone who, quote, "gets it."

How that goes from enthusiastic conversation to Rhett and Jake trying to teach Mickey to throw a lasso, using you as the target, is anyone's guess. 

"I'm still surprised you accepted the offer," Nat muses; her sunglasses are dark enough to hide her eyes, but Bob can feel her gaze burning into his skin. 

If only the golden tint to his outdoor glasses was strong enough to hide his eyes, too. "I've been working toward it since I was fifteen."

"When you were fifteen, you also thought you could make a living by surfing on weekdays and riding broncs on the weekends," there's a pause, not because she's thinking, but because she's tipping back her drink. Some nameless lemonade seltzer that she always brings to the beach. "You're really sure that you want a career to take you further away from them?"

"I think they'll be alright," Bob's careful eyes watch as Mickey casts the rope out once more, narrowly missing your frame. Can't get the rest of his words out until after he's sure it hasn't looped around your neck. "They've got each other if they get tired of me not being there."

"How are you so sure that's what they want?" 

And that...he doesn't have an answer for that. 

"Man, I don't know how you do it," he'd almost forgotten Reuben was on the other side of him, lounging against a beach towel. "If I had two people loving me the way they love you, I would've turned down that offer in a heartbeat."

Natasha sighs loud, dramatic, and though Bob can't see her eyes, he can feel her eyes briefly roll into the back of her head. "Don't listen to him," she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. "He's jealous."

"Have you seen the way they look at him?" Reuben's words damn near burst out of his mouth. Sits up fully, like it'll help him get his point across. "I can't even get one woman to look at me like that, never mind two!"

"Two what?" Your voice comes as a surprise to all three of them, heads snapping up to look at you as you walk over, leaning down to press a kiss to Bob's temple. 

Looking up at you, he can't help but wonder.

Do you two still want him in your relationship, or has he gone and blown it?

Sleep doesn't come to him that night.

Not even a nightmare, coming to present a foggy recollection of his memories on a silver platter. But he can't say he's surprised. Or upset, for that matter.

He doesn't deserve sleep. He doesn't deserve to lay here in this bed; two warm bodies snuggled up to him on either side. Two soft, lovely people who don't realize he's bit off more than he can chew at their expense. 

Because he just assumed that things would work out. 

Assumed that the two of you would adjust to the change since you hardly saw him to begin with. But at least back then, he had the luxury of answering text messages and joining those late-night phone calls. Now, he's lucky if he can even have his phone on him. 

You two are only here, away from your careers and your lives, because he's deceived you two into thinking you have a future with him in it. And it's all because a couple of months ago, he thought he could make it work. He thought you and Rhett would be okay without him if things didn't work out. 

But he doesn't know if that will be the case. There's no guarantee that you and Rhett will be just fine without him.

If he hadn't taken that job, he could be looking at houses with the two of you. Laughing and daydreaming about a future together, one with the promise of rings and a not-so-legal marriage that he so desperately wishes he could have. A white picket fence and a too-big house, hell, maybe a dog, too. 

His eyes burn with tears he doesn't deserve to shed. Spilling over onto his cheeks and rolling down onto the pillow. Until they're stopped by the sudden appearance of a calloused thumb stroking across his skin, wiping them away. 

Rhett.

There are a million and one questions flickering through those sleepy ocean blues, but he doesn't speak. He never speaks at times like these. Instead, forces the corner of his lip up into a halfway smile, his hand rising to curl around the back of Bob's head. Guiding him over until he's properly snuggled beneath that scruffy, unshaven chin, where he listens to a heartbeat that he doesn't deserve to hear. 

He needs to tell you two what happened.

Bob doesn't know when he fell asleep. 

He thinks it was around the time when Rhett began tapping against his spine, fingertips drumming against the bones that press against thin, lightly freckled skin. Or maybe it was when you got up to get a glass of water, snuggling up to his backside when you clambered back into bed. 

And maybe it would be easier to think if he didn't wake up to this.

At some point in the night, Rhett's leg has slid between his, that thick thigh pressed against his groin so perfectly. Behind him, your soft breath is fanning out against his sensitive neck, sending shivers down his spine with every exhale. All this attention so early in the morning, and he can't do a damn thing about it. Not without waking you two up in the process.

Come on, come on, just think about anything else. Sad puppies, horror films, driving without insurance, the taste of Fireball whisky, that argument Rhett and Perry had last summer. Come on, something, anything. 

Rhett stirs, eyelashes fluttering like tiny butterflies as he shifts against the mattress, knee raising higher and—

Bob's teeth sink into his bottom lip, threatening to draw blood as he stifles a noise he didn't know he could make. Really, really hopes that Rhett can't feel his cock throbbing against his thigh. 

"Was that you, Robby?" Rhett's speaking with his eyes closed, and that groggy voice is almost enough to have Bob fighting back a second noise. 

"That was you?" Fuck, you're awake, too?

Rhett's thigh shifts once more, this time intentionally rubbing up against Bob's half-hard cock, so rough and sudden that it rips another whimper out of his throat. Loud, pitchy, unmistakable in the quiet morning air.

His cheeks aren't just warm; they're boiling. 

"Someone's sensitive," Rhett coos, and Bob's genuinely considering crawling under the bed and never coming back out because Rhett's doing it more. Rolling his thigh up in loose, slow circles that rub him just right. 

You're shifting behind him, ticklish breath disappearing, quickly replaced by soft lips against his neck. Teeth graze against his skin as you mouth over an exposed vein, lazy little ministrations that work up into the sensitive space behind his ear. Rhett's still rubbing against him, and you're doing that breathy little sigh, and it's so, so much.

"I hope you two have plans to—ah! Plans to finish what you started because this is..." his teeth sink back into his lip, breathing hard through his nose.

"You're still healing, Bobby," comes your voice, your hand sliding down to his still bruised hip, mottled with vague greens and deep yellows. Sore to the touch, but God, some things are worth a little pain.

"Please, for the love of god," his words distort as an involuntary whimper bubbles up from his chest, "quit worrying and just fuck me already." 

He can't see your expression in the slightest, but he can absolutely see the simmerings of something predatory in the deep blue of Rhett's eyes. "Yeah?" Lord, it's even audible in that rumbling voice of his. "You been wantin' us that bad, Robby?" 

Maybe Bob should have put that a little more delicately. Because now, as Rhett rolls him onto his back, he's wondering if this cowboy is about to eat him alive. Looking over, you don't appear to be much better, burning gaze raking up and down his frame.

Shallow, Bob nods his head with the faintest "uhuh," he can muster. All it takes to have both you and Rhett are moving, silently falling into place, as if you've discussed this a million and one times. 

You're curling your hand around Bob's cheek, tilting his head to catch his open mouth in your own. Rhett's dropping down between his open legs, calloused hands tickling Bob's skin as they venture beneath his shirt, pushing it up. Lazy kisses press against the exposed skin of his belly, and that's all it takes to have Bob gasping, a wonderous sound to your ears. 

"Robby," you whisper against him, teasing; he's cutting you off before you can say anything more. 

Something fiery blossoms between your bodies as the bitten skin of his lips presses against your own, dizzying, fuels your loose liplocks into more. His breath is going ragged, a curious hand delving beneath your night shirt doesn't stop until it curls around one of your breasts, squeezing just to feel you jump. 

His soft thumb toys with your nipple, rolling gentle circles over the sensitive skin as your hand delves into his hair, fingers tangling where it's the longest. It's been so, so long since the last time you tugged on it and felt him shiver. You are the crisp Autumn wind, and he is nothing but a darkened leaf shuddering under your very presence. 

All of a sudden, fingers are curling in the waistband of your underwear, and they're being yanked down your legs. 

"What?" Rhett blinks back at you, doe-eyed. "Did you forget I was down here?" 

"Only briefly," your response can't come at a worse time; it's hard telling when Rhett reached across the bed and got the lube, but he's already covering three fingers with a generous amount of it. Knocking your legs apart with the other hand. 

The first cold drag of his fingers between your folds has you jolting, bumping into Bob's side. As if the frigid lube wasn't enough, they rudely pass right over your clit, completely ignoring it as two of them opt to slide against the thin ring of your entrance. Toying with it before gently slipping inside. 

Rhett's head drops, tongue poking out and—

"Oh." Is all you can muster, head falling back against the pillow, Rhett's dripping tongue licking a fat stripe up your cunt. His hair tickles your thighs as he settles between them, working himself into a routine. Shallowly thrusting those thick fingers into you, licking lazily at that slowly swelling button.

Bob's reaching between your legs, tangling his hand through Rhett's messy hair, unblocking the sight of the cowboy working you over. "Jesus, Rhett." 

The fucker curls his fingers, rubbing against a certain spot within your walls. Knows exactly what he's doing, too; that dumb grin gives it all away. You almost hate that your involuntary gasp feeds directly into that cockiness of his.

It's been a while since you've had either of them in you, and yet, you can feel yourself opening so easily. Muscles still lax from sleep, giving to Rhett's demanding fingers, taking a third so smoothly that you wonder why he's working you open in the first place.

All the while, Bob loses interest in holding Rhett's hair back, instead tugging at the material of your nightshirt, rucking it up high enough to expose your chest to the cool bedroom air. Only for a moment, though. Because he's already leaning down, sloppily enveloping a nipple with his wet, hot mouth.

The sight of both men, peering up at you, their mouths carefully toying with where you're most sensitive, is something.

Both of their tongues are spiraling, Bob's twirling around your hardening nipple, and Rhett's downright abusing your clit, sucking on it and humming when your body jolts. A flicker of lightning rattling up your spine, the sparks of it flashing behind your eyes. Fuck, you don't know what to focus on. So many sensations; two mouths working you over, three fingers fucking into your pussy, Bob's humming and, and...

"Unless you want me to cum," your chest heaving, breathless, "stop."

Obedient, they fall back. 

You're pretty sure they'd bark if you asked them to.

But Rhett's not done terrorizing just yet. His fingers are careful on their final slide out of you, so wet that you think they're dripping, but the moment they're free, he's downright pouncing on Bobby. Hooking his fingers beneath those plain, white boxers and yanking them down as forcefully as he did with you. 

Bob's cock audibly smacks against his belly; his tip flushed a beautiful shade of red, usual dusky pink long forgotten. A tiny pearl of precum beads at his slit, enough to wet the pad of your index finger when you reach out. Wrapping your hand around him whilst your finger spirals against him, spreading that little bit of wetness.

He's trying to speak, mouth moving, but the only thing coming out is a breathy moan. 

"Stunned 'em into silence," Rhett muses, uncapping the lube once more. Your hand disappears, and Rhett's lubed one takes over; all it takes is one slow upward stroke for Bob's bruised hips to rise, chasing the feeling. 

"You...say that as if you'd be doing much better," Bob's words are strangled, barely forced off his tongue. 

Idly, you're reaching out to run your fingers across the mottling of color along the side of his body, chasing it from where it starts at his thigh and ends near the middle of his ribcage. You still don't know what gave these marks to him, but as you lean down to press feather-soft kisses to them, you can make an educated guess. 

As quickly as he took hold of him, Rhett's letting go, letting Bob's cock smack against his belly once more, "'s all yours, doll."

"What 'bout you?" Bob's hands hold themselves out as you move to carefully straddle his hips like he's planning to catch you in the event you fall over. 

 Rhett's tongue clicks, and you're pretty sure you catch him winking in your peripheral, "You'll find out."

Based on the way he lingers behind you, greedily taking in the sight of you taking hold of Bob's cock and experimentally rubbing him between your folds, you get the feeling that you're about to find out. It's hard to focus; Bobby's soft tip grazing past your clit and catching on your entrance, like he's made just for you. 

...made for you in a size extra large, that is.

God, you forgot how that initial stretch burns. A hair too big, the kind that has you sucking in a breath as you gradually sink down on him, but not the kind that makes your eyes water from the painful bite of the stretch. 

Rhett's lips appear on your neck, the scruff of his chin bumping against your skin with every sloppy kiss he presses. A meager distraction from the tightness growing in your chest and the tremble in your thighs as you gradually lower yourself. Bob's hands smooth up your sides, nails dragging lightly. 

"This damn thing's in the way," Rhett's teeth nip at the collar of your shirt, and distantly, you suppose that's his subtle attempt at getting you to remove it. But as you reach to take hold of the material, he takes over, pulling it up and over your head without another word.

You'd feel strange, being the only fully naked person in this room, if Bobby weren't tugging his shirt off too, always one to keep you from feeling like the odd one out. Unintentionally jostles you in the process, shallowly thrusting up into you.

"Jesus," you're falling forward, bracing your palms on his pale chest. It was such a slight movement, and yet you can feel yourself clenching around him, needy for more. 

One of Rhett's hand's drop between your legs, two wandering fingers rubbing where Bob splits you wide, feeling the stretch for himself. "Y'only got two inches of 'em left, doll."

A little more. Just a little more. 

Breathing hard through your nose, you drop down the rest of the way, savoring the relief of your skin coming together, flush, not another inch of space between your shuddering bodies. All the while, Rhett's teeth nip at your shoulder, worrying the flesh there, only to soothe over it with his tongue. 

"Bobby," your words interrupted by your own breathing, "are you alright?" 

Those pale eyes of his are screwed completely shut, but he nods, "More than okay." 

You have to wait for Rhett to squirm out from behind you before you can so much as think about moving, but once he does, you're lifting your hips. Still recall the rhythm you worked up the last time you rode this doe-eyed WSO, cautiously keeping your movements shallow, taking in the wonderful drag of his cockhead against your walls.

Rhett slips off the bed at some point, rustling around in a bag he's discarded in the corner of the room. You'd pay him attention if it weren't for the dull squeaking of Bob's mattress, and you just know that it's going to grow louder; the neighbors may hear, but you just can't bring yourself to care.

"Look so perfect on top of me, sunshine," Bob whines, high in his throat, and you think his back may be arching off the bed, hands glued to your hips, "fuck, you're tight."

Something appears on your head, with a familiar brown brim and a faint lingering of cologne that belongs to only one man.

"There y'go," Rhett's smiling way too big for a man whose cock is actively slapping against his hip, too heavy to stand upright.

His cowboy hat bounces as your movements grow a little daring, hips rising higher, whimpering as Bobby's thick head drives directly into a neglected bundle of nerves. Has you involuntarily spasming around him, repeating the motion once, twice, gradually falling into a needy rhythm. Fuck, you're gonna have a hard time walking through the airport tomorrow.

One of Bob's hands falls off your hip, reaching out to wrap around Rhett's forgotten cock, his facial features scrunching as he's swatted away. Doesn't say a word, but that frustrated grumble says it all for him. 

"I know, I know," the bed dips as Rhett slips behind you once more, close enough to where you can feel his breath against your skin, "you'll get me soon enough." 

You're leaning down, catching those pouting lips in your own, and it's not what Bob was after, but he's leaning into it anyway. Nails raking up your back as he all but melts underneath of you. Boneless, barely able to muster the strength to twitch up into you, meeting you halfway. The cry it elicits out of you makes him dizzy.

"'s there?" His words jumble together, tongue loose in his mouth. 

A wet pressure appears against his hole. 

Takes him a second to realize it's one of Rhett's fingers, dripping with lube as it tentatively presses against him until that ring of muscle yields. Such an intrusive feeling at first, borderline uncomfortable, and it's not what he had in mind, but God, is he not complaining. Especially not when that finger crooks and starts seeking—

"Aah!" 

...did he make that noise?

He doesn't even know if he's still kissing you or if it's dismantled into a messy synchrony of futile attempts to swallow up each other's noises. You're whimpering, and he can feel you fluttering around him, muscles squeezing his sensitive length and pulling a pitchy sound out of him, too. 

A second finger slides in to join the first, already starting to thrust into him, spreading, stretching him for something much, much bigger. And he doesn't know which feeling to focus on. So much all at once that he can't keep his eyes open anymore. Heat pooling deep in his thighs as he surges up and tries to kiss you once more.

 Your teeth knock together, sloppy and uncoordinated, but it's something.

Leaning back once more, your dominant hand disappears between your legs, the pads of your fingers finding your clit. Can't quite tell if you're just dripping or if it's the lube, but regardless, you're soaked.

"Feels good," Bobby babbles, head falling side to side, "fuck, feels...feels..."

"Robby," is all you can say, voice carried on your breath. Fighting the urge to squeeze his bruised hips between your legs as a familiar sensation blooms in your lower belly. Hips stuttering, growing hard to keep your rhythm, but you're so desperate to feel him massage against that sensitive bundle again and again and again.

"Ain't you two just a fuckin' sight for sore eyes," Rhett's doing something to Bobby back there, but you can't tell what. "You both gon' cum, hm?"

Bob's eyes flash open for the briefest of seconds, rolling back, a whimper of your name on his lips. 

That's all it takes.

One, two, three more motions, and you're sinking your teeth into your lower lip, stifling the strangled sob that rattles out of your throat. Head so far up in the clouds that you can't tell if that's his cock throbbing inside of your pussy or if it's your body's involuntary spasm as you cum around him. 

You've no memory of falling forward, but you've found yourself with your cheek against Bob's heaving chest, his heartbeat hammering in your ear. "Robby?" 

"'m here," his sweaty hands soothe up your back. 

There's just barely enough strength left in you to pull off him, settling into the open space by his side, your back resting against the charcoal gray comforter. Now, you see what Rhett's been up to. 

"Think you can roll over, Bobby?" He hums, a sparkle in his eye as he looks up at you. 

It takes a moment for Bob to move, and when he does, he practically rolls into your lap, forehead resting against your chest, bracing his weight on his forearms. That seems to be close to what Rhett's after because he's got no further orders aside from raising Bob's hips a smidge higher.

"Were you planning this?" Your hands run through Bob's sweaty hair, feeling him lean into it like a cat.

"Do shower thoughts count as plannin'?" And that...why are you not surprised about that answer?

Bob's head tilts, straining to look up at you, "Now I see how you feel on nights when both Rhett 'n I have our way with you. " 

Your eyes roll on their own accord. "That's rich, coming from the one with the short refractory period." 

"You said y'wanted us to jus' fuck you already," Rhett's chuckle is music to your ears, "'m just followin' orders."

His big hand almost makes his cock look thinner than it actually is, deceptively disguising his size as he strokes a generous amount of lube over himself. He's probably used a quarter of the bottle within the past couple of minutes, and you have no doubt that the sheets will need washing after this.

But for now, you're content to watch him smack his wet cock against Bob's pale ass and feel your favorite WSO jolt with surprise. 

"Would you quit teas—" Bob's words are cut short, and you can only guess that Rhett's finally started pushing into him. 

"What was that?" Rhett's grin is contagious, an identical one washing over your face. 

You wonder if this is what they see when you lean against one of them while the other has their fill of you. A perfect view of Rhett's jaw as it slackens, able to feel Bob's breathing deepen, panting into your chest as Rhett's thick cock pushes into him. 

"Rhett..." The next name to tumble off Bob's thin lips is your own. "I love you."

Rhett's eyes meet with yours as both of your mouths move in perfect synchrony, "we love you, too."

All that follows are the whimpery gasps pistoned out of him by Rhett's length, gradually disappearing into him inch by thick inch. You know that stretch by heart, your nails raking lightly against his spine, up and down, urging him to relax. 

And then Rhett's sighing into the open air, hips flush with Bob's, so close that you can see the slight difference in their skin tones. So similar, but Rhett's just a shade or two darker from those rare occasions when it's too hot for a shirt.

... or when he's trying to show off in front of you and Bob. Both options are viable.

"You alright?" He croaks, fingers rubbing idle spirals into trembling hip bones. 

Bob's head nods, hair tickling your breasts, "uhuh."

Sucking in a breath, Rhett draws back, maybe by an inch or two, then pushes back in. It's the same thing he always does, but Bob's grunt is bordering surprised. His pale blues peering up at you from beneath thick lashes, body rocking as Rhett gently fucks him. 

"You're awfully quiet, Bobby," you murmur, stroking your hand through his hair once more. 

"Big." Is all he can say.

That one word is all Rhett needs; properly drawing himself back now, snaps his hips forward, and Bobby yowls. Body jolting like a live wire. Doesn't know what to do as Rhett's cockhead drives against his prostate so directly, open-mouthed, crumbling into your chest. 

"There," he babbles, "there, there—Rhett, there."

You don't know where this level of volume is coming from, but it's music to your ears. You hate to silence Bobby with a kiss, but you'd hate it even more if the police came knocking at the door. 

Bob's struggling to keep his lips on yours, craves your touch, but Rhett's got his hands on his hips, pulling him back into every heavy thrust. Heavy balls smacking against the softness of Bob's ass, thick cock fucking into him, dragging against his oversensitive prostate, and its, its...

It's so much.

He doesn't know when it happened, but his weeping cock is already hard again, desperate for attention, but it's borderline too much when you take hold of him. Stroking lightly, letting Rhett's heavy thrusts rock his body into your soft hand. 

"Atta boy," Rhett's hand presses between his shoulder blades, pinning him against your chest, "takin' my cock so well for me."

Bob doesn't feel it coming. 

His vision whites. Head filling with static as he cums for a second time. Painting your hand with what little he has left. Body jerking, spasming around Rhett's length. 

And Rhett just keeps fucking him.

A calloused hand wraps around his shoulder, draws his exhausted body into every heavy thrust, and he's unable to do anything but take it. Throbbing around Rhett's pistoning cock, tears welling in his eyes, drooling into your chest. And maybe that's Rhett's name that he's babbling. Or maybe it's yours. He doesn't know.

"Stay with me, Bobby," Rhett grunts, words shaking with every stuttered thrust. Close. Bob thinks dumbly. He's close. "Y'gonna let me cum in this cute lil' ass of yours?" 

He's hardly got a clue what Rhett is saying, but he's nodding his head. All he can focus on is this. The softness of your breast against his cheek. The hands in his hair. The distant understanding that he'll be limping to work tomorrow. 

Finally, finally, Rhett's hips still, cumming with a deep, guttural noise that rattles up Bob's spine. 

Bob's pretty sure he falls asleep. Or at least blacks out for a minute or two. Because the next time he opens his eyes, he's sandwiched between your bodies once more, snuggled against the mattress, faintly aware of a Hot Wheels car driving across his skin. The tiny wheels fitting into the grooves of his rib cage.

You're fumbling with the tiny Matchbox plane that usually sits on his bedside table. An old SB-20 helicopter with rotor blades that spin as you propel them with your fingertip.

Planes. 

Images flicker through his head. For once, though, they don't surprise him. Whether he likes it or not, he knows these images oh so well. Memories burned into him for what might be forever. Likely to never fade, but...

"My pilot went into g-LOC."

Your eyes lift to meet his face. Rhett's chin hooks over his shoulder. Both listening.

"We were doing training over the ocean, and he just...slipped into it," he knows you're both there, but he can't bring himself to look at either of you. Eyes transfixed on the ceiling. "I did everything I was supposed to, but he...he wouldn't come out of it."

Rhett's lips press to his skin, and Bob can almost hear it. The tiny, nonexistent rumbling of a "go on when you're ready."

"He didn't pull his chute until the last second, 'n the damn wing of the plane about hit him," he's fighting to keep his voice from wavering, but he's not strong enough, "I swam after him to help and..."

Your hand strokes his cheek, thumb wiping away the tear that wells over. So careful, treating him like glass, like you always do. 

For once, he feels like glass, too.

"I don't know what I got caught on," even saying it out loud, none of it feels real. Like it's just a nightmare that he's been told was real. "But I got hung up on part of the plane, and it drug me under with it." 

"Your pilot went down to help you, didn't he?" Your tone is so innocent that it hurts him to hear. No. His pilot couldn't come down to help him, but he doesn't have the strength to tell you that.

Not right now, at least. "The only reason I didn't drown was because I had some little knife to cut myself loose with."

And that's it. That's all the story he can tell because his voice has left him. Leaving him unable to spare any more details and elaborate on every detail that went wrong. All he can do is open and close his mouth like a damn fish. 

"Are you okay?" Rhett's voice comes after a moment. 

He doesn't have a definitive answer for that. His body still aches, and the last thing he wants to do is climb into the back of another plane tomorrow, but...with you two here...

"I don't know," he concludes after a moment, "but I think I'm getting there."

The rental car is due back before 11 AM. 

You're not ready to leave. Lingering in the kitchen after breakfast, then again in the hallway, none of you willing to press the button to the newly repaired elevator. The three of you make it all the way down to the parking lot and get your bags shoved into the rental before it all comes crashing to a halt again.

Starts with a simple hug goodbye, but Bob can't let go of you, and Rhett's coming in to join it, and it's as if your bodies have been glued to each other. All one, big unit. Even if it's only temporary.

"I'm gonna miss you two," Bob murmurs, his voice vibrating against your neck. "I wish I could keep you all to myself."

"If you make me start cryin', you're payin' for my tissues," but based on the way Rhett croaks, you think those tears arrived a long time ago.

But your eyes aren't dry, either. "That festival is coming up again," a portion of you already knows Bob won't be able to make it, not with this new job of his. "Maybe we can all make it."

Bob's forced "maybe" is as poor of a lie as it gets.

Tearing yourselves away from each other is almost painful; you're yearning to lean in and steal one more kiss, just one tiny extra for the road, but your lips are like velcro. One more, and you may never leave. 

Bob stands in the parking lot and waves goodbye as the car starts. He doesn't stop. Waving until he completely disappears in the rearview mirror.

"Is it bad that I keep expecting to find him in the backseat?" Rhett asks after a long while. He's yet to turn the radio on, but you don't have the energy to ask him to. 

But you're having a similar thought. "Is it bad that I'm hoping he'll be there to pick us up when our flight lands in Wyoming?" And then you'll have to say goodbye to Rhett and board your connecting flight. Spend the whole trip fighting thoughts about them being there when you walk out into that big, lonely airport. 

But this airport in California is downright packed. So many cars, creating a maze that Rhett has to weave in and out of, fighting to find the rental return in the parking garage. Why the return is on the farthest side of the garage is anyone's guess. But now you're climbing out, dragging your suitcase behind you, as the pair of you cross the garage.

"Do you ever worry that he'll grow apart from us?" Rhett asks, his boots scuffing the ground, too lazy to pick his feet up all the way. "With this new job 'n all?"

You hate to say it, but... "sometimes." It's crossed your mind a lot lately. 

It's loud in this garage. 

Cars idling, voices chattering, and suitcases strolling across the concrete, all clattering together to echo through the big, open area. Doors slam, there's a baby crying, and someone's running. Their shoes slam against the ground, booming, racing against time to make their flight or return an item their passenger forgot in their car. 

"Wait!" 

Huh. That sounds like—

"Bob?" 

You don't even see his face. His body slamming into yours and Rhett's at what feels like full speed. Arms wrapping around both your waists. Yanking you against him. His glasses hit the ground. Doesn't try to pick them up.

He says something, but his voice is too muffled.

"What?" Rhett's eyes are as big as saucers. 

"Don't leave."

You don't...what? How did he get here so fast? "Bobby...you have—"

"I gave up the job," he's panting, minding his leg like it hurts him, but not a damn thing can get in between him and what he's trying to say. "They called after you left and gave me the option to leave if I wanted to."

"And you took it?" Rhett blubbers and he's got something more to say, but he falls silent.

Because Bob grins. Something wild, free, flashing through those pale blue eyes. You've never seen that before. "I'm tired of always saying goodbye because of some dumb fuckin' job."

A few more days away from work can't hurt.

This comforter set was a mistake.

It's so fucking gray. The color of ash, remnants of things broken down and destroyed beyond recognition, with no hope of ever being restored to its former glory. The very sight of it is enough to have him rolling his eyes; why did he buy this spare comforter set again? And why did he decide to put it on the damn bed?

The ocean blue comforter he's had shoved in the hallway closet is a much better color.

Bob's yet to get full dexterity back in his fingers, some pinched nerve that's still bugging him days after the incident, but he's yanking at the edges of his comforter all the same. Tugging until it's laying in a messy heap on the floor.

The spare comforter he's had shoved in his hallway closet is a much better color. A wonderful ocean blue. Plain, but it's the color of Rhett's eyes and matches the Navy shirt you keep stealing out of his closet. 

"Bobby, you ready?" Your voice echoes throughout the apartment like it has so many times before. A smile fights its way across his face, knows you're standing by the refrigerator, practically swaddled in that shirt of his. 

There's a thump at the door. "Hurry up, space boy; we're already late." Rhett's gone by the time Bob turns around, but that's alright. He'll see him by the door in a moment. 

"Just a second!" He calls out, stumbling on his own shoes as he heads toward the door. There's a dresser drawer ajar, the t-shirts inside jostled and displaced, in desperate need of refolding. His hand slips past them, reaching toward the bottom, producing a tiny wooden box. Easy to open, the two rings inside shimmering in the light. 

"Bobby, if you don't hurt up, the realtor is gonna think we bailed!" Comes your voice again. 

His hands tremble as he places them into his pocket. Hopes there isn't an outline of them as he all but trips into the hallway. These blazing lights overhead only seem to make the heartbeat in his ears grow louder. A persistent, thumping tone that nearly drowns out what you have to say when he finally steps into the kitchen.

"You ready?" Rhett's got one foot in the door, holding it open. You've already disappeared into the hallway, but the expression lacing your features suggests you're anything but annoyed with his antics.

Just like that, the ringing has stopped.

"Me?" Grinning dumbly, he ventures for the door, "Always."

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[ladyelissarose]

‘Because I Care’

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female aviator reader- callsign ‘RedHood’

Best friend to lovers

Warnings: mentions of a fight, angst, Jake not knowing how to express his feelings and neither does reader. Fluff in the end and kinda cute. Enjoy!!

Summary: While attending an after party from a Naval Awards Ceremony, RedHood went on her own after Jake picked a random girl to be his date. But Jake only did this to hide his strong feelings for RedHood, but what will happen when he catches someone laying their hands on her?

RedHood, who was known as ‘Red’ to most, stood in between Coyote and Rooster as Coyote tried to get some embarrassing story out of her,

“No no Red! Tell him ‘how’ you got your callsign RedHood! Let me tell you guys, it’s hilarious-“

 “Oh shut it Coyote, maybe we should tell them yours-“

 Rooster laughed out loud,

 “Oh don’t worry Red, I already know that one, and I was actually there too. When we graduated at the academy and Javy chased a coyote’s ass in the parking lot after he stole Javy’s certificate!!”

 Red wheezed out a laughter as she punched Coyote’s arm hard,

 “Dumbass you told me a whole other story!-“

 Javy stopped her hand from giving him another punch as he confessed,

  “I know but I was just trying to impress you!!”

 She let herself go from his grip as she smirked,

  “Oh really? Ok ok... I see now.”

Phoenix came along and welcomed everyone with her beautiful smile and shining brown eyes,

 “Hey fellas! What’s the laughter all about? Oh and I already got a table just for us.”

  Red was the first to embrace Phoenix with a kiss on the cheek as she beamed,

 “Oh thank you honey! Aaaaand, we were just talking about how-“

 Rooster helped Coyote escape the embarrassment of having his callsign story told again as he insisted,

 “How Red has never told another soul besides me and Hangman about how she got her callsign!”

 Before Red could try and change the subject or even play it off with an offer for drinks, Phoenix squealed as she tugged in Red’s arm,

 “OMG I NEED TO KNOW!! Such a strong callsign must have quite the backstory!”

 Red huffed out a little fake laugh as she glared at Rooster,

  “Oh.. ha ha.. yeah I’m sure it does.”

Rooster’s face went pale at Red’s angry darts of glares, but he was quick to forget when Little Bob joined the group with a tray of fresh cut fruits that he had picked out from the fruit bar (being the quiet and observant one of the group paid off every time, he got to know all of them pretty well. And he liked it, especially when he got to see their genuine happy smiles when they saw their favorite fruits picked out and put on a tray for them.)

 “Oh Bobby, did you pick out those strawberry’s for me?”

That was Red who was once again running from the fact that everyone was still trying to get the embarrassing story out of her lips. But she felt that gawking over Bob for him getting them fruit would distract them for a minute. And it kinda worked when the all saw their favorite fruits. Phoenix sauntered towards Bob and picked the biggest cantaloupe as she pinched his cheek lovingly with her free hand,

  “Aw Bob, that’s why I love you as my WSO.. you know my favorite fruit is cantaloupe, unlike Rooster who I’ve dated for three months thinks it bananas.”

 Rooster scoffed while grabbing a handful of green grapes and popping one in Bob’s mouth as his way of thank you.

  “Oh baby don’t snitch me out like that, I thought you said bananas over the phone-“

 Red and Coyote snickered behind Rooster and Phoenix who argued like an old married couple. And Phoenix went on as she questioned with a hand on her hip,

 “And how does banana sound like cantaloupe? But it does if your not paying attention to me while messing around with Hangman at the grocery store while I’m at home with cramps!”

 Rooster looked at Red and Coyote for help and to be one his side, but his so ‘helpful’ friends just shrugged with a shit-eating grin, and Red only made it worse as she batted her lashes at Phoenix,

 “Baby Nix, there’s no excuse, bananas and cantaloupes sound nothing alike. Bad Rooster.”

 Rooster frowned at Red as he stole a strawberry from her hand ignoring her gasp like a child as he complained,

 “You say ‘Bad Rooster’ like if I’m a dog. Where’s Hangman anyway? I’m sick you you kids bullying me.”

 Maverick’s voice swam into the conversation smoothly as he stepped into their little huddle,

  “He just got here, looks like he’s got a date too, so be nice to her please.”

 Fanboy walked next to Maverick joining in as he added with a big smile,

  “Oh yeah, and she’s hot- ow!”

 That was Payback who elbowed Fanboy’s ribs as he called to them,

  “Anyways... Come on guys, there seating us now to start the dinner.”

 Everyone began to walk away, except for Red who was like on pause, frozen completely. She didn’t think seeing her best friend, the one and only sunshine of Texas, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, with someone else would trigger her today, but it did. They’ve been friends all their life, from the beginning of joining the academy to now, which was more than five years, now that they worked together and their profession was being in Top Gun. Jake dating other girls had never effected her before, she knew from heart and knowing him for so long, that he was definitely a ladies man, but she had been daydreaming for a while now, hoping that he would ask her to be one another’s date for the after party, but clearly he didn’t. 

 Maverick was who touched her shoulder softly, tugging her out of her headspace with a sweet tone,

  “Sweetheart, are you ok?”

Red looked his way, not responding, before looking back at where Jake was, with his date. Maverick didn’t need to know more or told anything, he knew exactly what was going on, and he felt bad, because he knew both their secrets. Jake and Red were secretly in love, but were too scared to confess it to one another. Maverick only sighed lowly, as he said simply while grabbing Red’s hand gently, tugging her towards the table,

  “I know how you feel, I was just like you at one point.”

 Red thought about his words for a second before asking with curiosity,

  “With Iceman?”

Maverick sent her a small smile,

 “Yup, but it all ended when I told him how I felt-“

 “But Jake won’t take me. At least I doubt he would.”

Maverick shook his head, happy to know he was right on track with the conversation,

 “You’ll never know until you ask, or talk about it... now come on, let’s enjoy this evening, yes?”

 Upon arriving at the dinner where everyone sat, Red gave Maverick a small kiss on the cheek,

 “Thanks MavDad.”

 “No problem kiddo.”

The first to hear Red’s voice speaking to Maverick was Jake, who stood up immediately, kinda forgetting about who he came with, as he happily jogged up to Red with his arms wide open, taking Red in for a tight hug. When he let her go he looked her over once as he smiled,

 “My my Red!! Well you look very beautiful tonight.”

 Red tried not to blush, because she was a sucker for his sweet words, and also because his hot date was there, and she didn’t want to cause problems over her going head over heels for his charm, so she subtly thanked him,

 “Why thank you Hangman, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

 With a cheeky grin Hangman replied,

 “That’s cause I’m good, too good to be true-“

 Rooster came between the two as he put an arm protectively over Red’s shoulders saying,

 “Shut the hell up Hangman the only good ones here is Phoenix and Red-“

Hangman grabbed Red’s arm trying to pull her away from Rooster’s hold as he scolded playfully,

 “Hey chicken nugget don’t interrupt me-“

And in that second a loud noise was made, as someone cleared their throat, trying to grasp attention onto themselves, Jake’s date. Jake turned around to see her, but it was like his mind didn’t register what she wanted, cause his head was so full of Red in that moment. But that caused him to get elbowed on the side by Red as she said in a tone a little to high and pitchier than normal, trying to include the girl as if she knew her, and liked her,

 “Oh Hangman! This must be the girl you were telling me about, ain’t she pretty!?”

Jake’s date sent Red a proud smirk before extending her hand to Red while sitting down,

  “I’m Gabriella, you must be Jake’s wingwoman?”

 Red ignored the fact of how unclassy Gabriella was by shaking hands with her while sitting, but she ignored that as she replied kindly,

 “Yes I am. And I’m Y/n Y/l/n, callsign RedHood, but you can call me Red.”

 Gabriella raised a brow as if she was displeased, or like if Red wasn’t good enough for her, thinking she was higher and better than her as she put forth with a prideful tone,

  “Oh, ok. I’m a assistant for the mayor here, a pretty good and high paying job honestly.”

 Jake didn’t like how Gabriella spoke, but he loved how Red responded, not caring about how people sometimes undermind her,

  “Oh how wonderful! Filing papers all day and writing down schedules for a grown man seems to suit you well, how nice.”

 Phoenix let out a low snort and Fanboy tsked, Red simply sent Gabriella a cute smile before taking her seat that was in between Maverick and Rooster, her best bodyguards. Gabriella only mad-dogged Red before speaking in a baby voice to Jake, trying to appear supposedly cute and sweet wanting all of Jake’s attention, while unbeknownst to her, she was just annoying the hell out of the whole dagger squad. Good thing was, that Coyote and Rooster who were the loudest, spoke over Gabriella’s squeaky voice as they told bad jokes and old stories. Red glanced at Jake a few times to only find him already staring back at her, with pleading eyes that only begged for help, as Gabriella clung onto his arm like a koala, talking his ears out. Red felt bad for him, but couldn’t help him, she tried to convince herself that it was his fault, for bringing her. She instead entertained herself with Phoenix, Bob, and Maverick who all together silently tried to get Red’s mind and eyes off of Jake, only for the sake of not causing problems between the two with Gabriella. All in between the situation, they happily enjoyed their dinner and dessert, and now everyone here and there departed to go to the bar they had, to drink their meals and night away. Red was one of them, as she addressed to the rest, 

  “I’m going to grab a drink at the bar.”

Everyone smiled at Red sweetly, except Gabriella who mocked,

  “So early at night? You must be the drunky of the squad huh?”

 Maverick under the table tugged at Red’s white pants, trying to signal for her to be nice, and the better person, because he saw her fists clench at Gabriella’s words. The table then grew quiet, not knowing what to say, worried they might make it worse, but a calm, Texan voice broke through as he said to Gabriella and the rest,

  “Red got the drinking from me, huh Red? Here’s my card, get one for yourself.”

Gabriella just about shit her pants at Jake’s words, and grew pissed when he saw him pull out his card for Red to take.

  Red bit back her original comment that was geared towards Gabriella at first, but when Jake spoke, she changed her words and  instead replied while taking his card,

  “Thanks Jake.”

Jake sent Red a small nod as he mouthed to her,

 ‘I’m sorry’ 

Red read Jake’s lips and sent him a wink, showing him that it didn’t matter to her, or at least lying to him to comfort herself and him. Red adjusted her dress whites and hat before walking away, to which Phoenix followed behind closely as she informed,

 “I’ll come with you Red, come on sweetie.”

Phoenix wrapped her arm with Red’s as they walked to the bar, and when they got there Red spoke loud and clear to the bartender as she asked politely,

  “I’ll like two Old Fashions please.”

The bartender nodded his head as he replied nicely,

 “That’ll be right up ma’am, anything else?”

  Red shook her head,

  “That’ll be all, thank you.”

 Soon they got their drinks, and sat on the stools turned around to face the crowd who looked happy and peaceful at their own tables. Red thought her night was going to be calm, maybe even a little drunk too, but she unfortunately only got to complete one of those things. Already have downed more than one tequila, and a few more Old Fashions, Red was kinda tipsy, but more alert than usual, which was why she went on guard immediately, when she heard Phoenix’s pleading, 

  “Can I have my Dixie Hat back please?”

 Red faced Phoenix as she saw her extending her hand high up towards a man that stood in front of her, wearing an ugly smirk as he taunted,

  “Only if I can get your number I said. So what’s it going to be?”

 Red could see the frustration on Phoenix’s face, she stood up for her as she boldly said,

  “It’s going to be nothing, now give it back.”

The guy only liked down at Red as he teased,

  “Oh there’s two of you, that means I-“

He then reached for Red’s Dixie cap but before he could even get close she smacked his hand away as she warned him,

  “Don’t touch me or anything that’s on me, now give me her hat back.”

He grew a little upset at the fact of how Red smacked his hand, and even more when she showed him that she wasn’t interested in his games, which in fact she really wasn’t, she was actually getting very irritated and almost mad. Mad how this guy thought he could mess with her best friend Phoenix. Jake watched from the distance, because he couldn’t move from where he sat, as Gabriella held onto him and kept him in place. And Jake didn’t want to be rude and mean, walking from Gabriella to be at the bar with Red. But if it was any other time, he would’ve been there right at her side, like he always did. But when he saw the commotion rise, he got Rooster’s attention, who was facing away from the bar. 

  “Hey Roos, can you check on the girls, they’ve been gone for a while, I know they wanted to have their own time-“

 Hangman didn’t even have to finish when Rooster turned around to look for the girls, and saw Red standing with her chest puffed up against a guy who was trying to get to his baby Phoenix, you bet he got up fast,

 “I got it.”

Jake was about to follow when he felt a strong grasp on his though that kept him seated, he turned towards Gabriella as she told him with batting eyelashes,

“Don’t worry about them, you worry too much. Just stay here with me, they’re fine-“

 “I just want to check on them-“

 “You don’t need to.”

Jake looked down at her hand on his thigh and gave up on himself, thinking that ‘ok, maybe she’s right’

 Before Rooster could get there, Red told the guy one more time,

  “Stop being a jerk, and give the hat back.”

 The guy’s eyes darkened and finally lowered the hat as he asked,

 “Do you really want it back?”

 Phoenix saw Rooster coming and sighed as she tugged on Red’s jacket,

 “Rooster’s coming Red let him deal with him-���

 Red don’t hear her as she said at the same time,

 “I want it back now.”

“Then have it you little bitch.”

Red expected the guy to hand it to her, but he instead punch her in the stomach with it. Now that Jake clearly saw, and that was what set Jake off as he seethed standing up,

  “Son of a bitch!-“

Gabriella tried to grab him but he pushed her hand away, she gave him a look of hurt as she complained,

 “Jake it’s not your fight!”

But Jake didn’t care to hear her as he began to walk away, with Coyote and Payback trailing behind him. Red had hunched over clutching her stomach as she let out a groan, the guy didn’t give a damn about what pain he caused as he laughed at Phoenix and Red,

  “You made it hard on yourself, I wanted it to be easy-“

 BAM!!!

 A loud, crushing punch was landed on the guy’s jaw by Jake, who had ran to the scene, to get his share of pain on the jerk. 

Rooster had pulled away Red and gave her to Payback who he picked up bridal style and walked away, Rooster then grabbed Phoenix and checked on her to make sure she was ok, which she was and insisted that she go check on Red. Rooster let her go at the same time another punch was heard, as Jake and the guy went at it hard. And before you knew it, Rooster, Coyote, Jake and even Fanboy got into the fight as 3 other guys showed up for their jerk of a friend. 

 It took a few long minutes until a few other standbys came and separated the fight, putting a distance between the dagger squad and the other men. Rooster came out with a nose bleed, Fanboy got his arm twisted, Coyote got a couple of hits on the jaw, but Jake, Jake was the worst, he had a searing pain on his ribs, back, and face which was beat up pretty badly, but that’s cause he fought the most. Maverick made sure that the jerk that hit Red got taken care of by the police, saying he assault her. And Rooster drove to the hospital in Jake’s truck, persistently saying that he had to be checked out in case he got a broken bone or rib. Jake was upset about going, but obliged anyway once he arrived and went in to be checked. Rooster called Red and told her what had went down, and asked if she was ok,

  “What about you Red, are you ok?”

Red sighed as she wiped her mouth,

 “Yeah I am... vomited out all the tequila and shit.... how’s Jake?”

 Rooster sat in the waiting room as he replied,

 “I don’t know yet, Doc just called him in, but he was pretty bad... he got pissed off real quick.”

 Red felt terrible for Jake engaging into a fight that wasn’t his, but now she could only hope for the best as she said,

  “Phoenix and I are on our way over there, I’ll see you then.”

“Ok, drive safe.”

About 15 minutes later Phoenix and Red met up with the Dagger squad as they sat in the waiting room, Maverick was the first to approach Red as he asked worriedly,

  “Are you ok sweetheart? How’s your stomach?”

 Red hugged him tight as she replied,

  “I’m ok MavDad.. it was just a hard punch that’s all.”

 Maverick squeezed her tight, feeling like a protective father over his daughter who got hurt by a guy, he had given himself that position, and wasn’t gonna let it go anytime soon, if not ever. Just in that moment the Doctor walked in as he gave the news,

  “Mr.Seresin is going to be ok, no bones are broken, he’s just got pretty bad brushing. That young man is pretty tough, but stubborn as heck, he refused to take Advil or aspirin.”

 Rooster sighed heavily,

 “Oh yeah, that’s Jake alright, always trying to be the tough guy. That means he’s ok.”

 The doctor smiled at Rooster and at the rest of the dagger squad, happy to see how they were all there for support. 

  When the doctor gave the clear for them to see him, Red was the first to say,

  “You guys go first... I want to talk to him... alone.”

Everyone understood the assignment, and left to see Jake after each of them gave Red a big hug and kiss on her head, (Bob was the more sensitive one, he cried when he saw Red get hurt, she was like a big  sister to him, and Maverick made sure to ask Red over 20 times if she was going to be ok, which Red assured him that yes, she was just ok) It didn’t take long until the Squad came back, signaling for Red to go in, Phoenix approached Red last as she put forth,

  “Don’t be afraid... don’t think.. just do.”

Red nodded agreeably,

  “Thanks Nix...”

“No, thank you for stepping up for me, you’re a real friend.”

 Red embraced Phoenix and let her go,

 “I’ll always be, for you.”

Jake sat on the medical bed, trying to check his wrap around his body, after the doctor told him to not touch them at all. He was completely shirtless with a gauze wrapped around his chest, and some on his left arm, his bruises were exposed completely. He then heard a sudden knock on his door, and thought it was the doctor, so he right away said,

  “Come in.” 

The door could be heard opening, and then a small voice came out,

“Jake?”

Jake heard the voice and reached for his medical coat throwing it over his back and covering his front wanting hide his growing and darkening bruises. It was Red’s voice that he had recognized, and he didn’t want her to see his body. Upon seeing her walk into the room, he sent her his usual, happy grin of sunshine as he beamed,  

 “Hi sugar... came to see me?”

Red’s face fell at the sight of Jake’s bruised up cheek,

“What happened to your pretty face?”

Jake lifted a teasing brow as he tried to ignore the pain on his side,

 “What do you mean? I’m looking at it and it looks as pretty as always?”

Red stood confused for a second before she caught on to his cheeky comment. She then shook her head with a scoff while walking up to him slowly,

 “Always being sappy, I’m talking about yours silly.”

 With a click to his tongue Jake tried to brush it off,

 “It’s nothing Sugar don’t worry-“

Red stepped closer as she pressed on,

“Did those guys hurt you? The ones at the dinner-“

 Moving closer to the edge of the medical bed to get off Jake insisted,

 “It doesn’t matter-“

But halted his moves when he heard Red’s voice tremble slightly,

 “I-It does when you- when you look like this Jacob! What happened?”

 Thinking that maybe showing Red his beat up body wouldn’t effect her as much or get her more upset, (maybe she’d just call him a whiney baby and leave) he slipped off his coat and extended his arms while he looked at himself saying,

 “It’s not that bad Red, it’s like nothing I haven’t seen before, especially when you’re in the Navy and a big cocky ass like me-“

 “oh..”

A soft whimper could be heard but Jake didn’t think to much of it as he went on, but now looking up to Red,

“It can happen to-wait... a-are you crying? Why the tears sugar?”

A tear slipped off Red’s cheek as she cried softly,

 “Because you got hurt, and you didn’t have to you could’ve just left with your date. And pretend like I- ... well I don’t know like I wasn’t there or that nothing was happening?”

 At hearing her words Jake’s eyes widen with shock,

  “Red I could never leave you... never. Especially when I saw a man put his hands on you, I couldn’t let you go-“

Letting the tears come out more with a sob Red tried to argue,

 “But why Jake I shouldn’t matter-“

With a stern voice Jake confessed,

“Because I care!!”

Red was silenced at Jake’s words, and listened attentively as he added with a calmer voice,

“Because I care... about you. And you’re right... I could’ve left you hanging, but I didn’t because I truly care about you.”

 Red wiped her teary eyes spreading her forgotten mascara as she questioned with a slight frown,

  “But Jake you had a date, she even got upset when you threw yourself at me, forgetting her... why would you do that?”

  He reached out his hand and gently grabbed Red’s hand, pulling her to stand in between his large legs as he poured out his long hidden truth, with his glistening green eyes gazing into Red’s lovingly,

 “I only brought her for backup.. because I was too shy to ask such a gorgeous, strong, independent woman like you to be a date for a guy like me.”

 Red’s mouth fell agape as she gasped Jake’s name softly,

 “Jake...”

Grabbing both of Red’s hand he continued,

  “I really care about you, I mean- Gosh I love you Red. More than anything in my entire life. My heart has known it forever but the day my mind registered it was when you, out of everyone I knew, chose me to be your Wingman. You could of had anyone else, someone less cocky and dependent, yet you chose my stuck up ass and saw the best in me... your heart chose to trust me, no matter what.”

 Red let go of his left hand to cover her face, sobbing into it as she cried,

 “Oh Jake.. you really love me?”

Blood running cold for a mere second at Red’s question, Jake hesitated for a moment before replying nervously,

  “y-yes.. I do. I love you.”

Before Jake could do or say anything else, he was met with warm hands on his cheeks as searing kiss fell on his lips, leaving him very surprised, but very relieved at the same time. He tilted his head a little to deepen the kiss as he used his hands to grasp her hips and bring her closer to him, pressing up against his bare chest. They both grew warm inside, not necessarily because of their very close proximity, but because they were igniting one another fires with true love. Jake leaned into her gentle touch as he squeezed her hips tightly, earning his tongue entrance to taste and dance with hers when she opened her lips with a low moan. But soon Red separated from the kiss first, which made Jake chase after her soft lips. But he was glad they didn’t reconnect in the moment when she confessed with a sigh, while leaning her forehead on his,

  “Jake.. I love you too... so so much.”

Jake batted his puppy eyes to her from where she looked down at him as he smirked,

  “I know you do... that’s why you kissed me-“

Red rolled her eyes playfully,

 “Oh shut up-“

“Make- oomph!!”

Indeed Red made him shut up with another breath taking kiss, now wrapping her arms around his neck, careful not to touch his bruised up back, (though she desperately wanted to run her hands across his broad and muscular back, but there’s always another time... especially when he’s was hers now) Jake wrapped his muscular arms around her entire form, bringing her impossibly closer to him, smiling into the kiss when he felt that she did first. Moving away to take a much needed break for air, Jake then embraced Red tightly and tucked his face into her neck before asking sweetly,

  “Want to come home... with me?”

Red kissed his head happily as she replied,

 “Of course... Wherever you are is home for me.”

 Jake then pulled away excitedly, 

“Great! Now, let’s get out of here before the doctor sees us.”

 Red stepped away so she could help him off the medical bed carefully as she questioned with worry,

 “But sugar.. Jake, shouldn’t you wait for them to clear you?”

 In that moment Jake realized that he would be addicted to Red’s gentle touch, as he let her help him put his shirt on as he responded quickly, 

 “Yeah I should, but then they wheel me out of here and that’s embarrassing. That’s why I had already signed everything and paid the bill, so I never see this place again. Come on baby.”

  Red knew Jake hated to be seen as weak or incapable of taking care of himself, so she clearly understood why he didn’t want to follow hospital protocol and be wheeled out. She complied with him as she tightened her grip on his hand after he had grabbed it and kissed it. 

  “Ok... let’s run then.”

“WAIT WE NEED TO FOLLOW PROTOCOL AND WHEEL YOU OUT SIR!!”

Jake suppressed his laughs and he tugged on Red’s hand watching her try to hide her giggles too, while they were running away like rebellious teenagers that were caught at a frat party.

 “Come on!! come on!!”

They ran past all the nurses and through the doors, running straight for Jake’s Red Truck, now bursting out in laughter, excited to have been able to escape. 

 “This is hilarious!”

Jake opened the passenger side and ushered Red in with a cheeky smile,

“I know I am, now come on get in.”

 Seconds later he was in his designated seat and pulling out of the parking way, heading for the streets. They drove for a few minutes while giggling to themselves, before Jake pulled into an empty parking lot abruptly, sending Red forward but back with the jerk of her seatbelt,

 “Jake what was that for- Oophm!!”

Jake had unbuckled and threw himself at Red as he grabbed her face and crushed his lips onto hers, desperate to feel her lips again. Red unbuckled her belt and let Jake grab her hips and bring her over to his side and resting her on top of his thighs, long forgetting his bruises and pain as he melted into her touch. Red locked her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss, breathing hard through her nose to avoid separating from his lips. Jake opened his mouth during the kiss to take a deep breath, and let out a groan when Red let her tongue slip into his mouth deliciously. After Red pulled that move, they now gave opened mouth kisses as their hands wandered everywhere, not getting enough of one another. Low groans and soft moans could be heard here and there, hard breathing filled all the corners of the truck as they made out heavily and passionately. But soon their sinful but heavenly moment was cut short when a certain ring tone filled the air,

 ‘Shawty had them apple bottom jeans!!

Boots with the fur!!!-‘

“Holy shit what the hell!!”

 Red sat back from Jake as she felt a vibration from under her, but Jake apologized profusely as he said,

  “It’s not my cock baby I swear, i-it’s my phone- let me get it-“

‘The whole club was lookin' at her!!

She hit the floor !!

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low-‘

Red couldn’t help but start laughing and giggling as Jake’s hand went in between her legs to reach his phone that was resting between his thighs, she was laughing because first, his searching hand was tickling her and second, because of the ring tone he had that sang out loud. 

Jake caught onto how she was giggling and asked,

  “What’s got your giggling you silly baby girl?”

 Red stopped his moving hand from in between her thighs as she tried to catch her breath,

  “You’re tickling me, and that ringtone-“

She then stopped talking as she let the ringtone song go on,

‘Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps!

She turned around and gave that big booty a slap!’

 “Jake it’s hilarious!! Who’s the caller?!”

Jake let out a soft chuckle as he replied,

 “It’s Maverick.. him and I had a dance off a while ago, and he beat me to this song, so I picked it for his ringtone.”

 Red awed as she moved her hand from Jake’s and squeezed his cheeks,

 “Awww baby you lost? Baby you’re to cute and funny- aww!!! Look at this squishy face!-“

 Jake giggled at Red’s laughing and change of topic, but caught her jump in his lap again as the phone started vibrating again, but this time she reached for it and pulled it out before clicking the green button and handing it to him with an innocent smile,

  “Here you go Jake-“

Jake really didn’t want to answer the phone but instead keep messing around with Red, but it was too late,

 “Oh Babe wait-“

 “Seresin? Did you just call me babe?-“

Jake took the phone immediately and pressed it between his ear and shoulder as he covered Red’s mouth just in time before she could bust into another fit of giggles,

  “No- no sir... I think you heard wrong, what’s the matter?”

 Maverick voice came through in a concerned tone as he explained,

 ‘Uh the hospital just called me and said that you ran out with a random girl, instead of staying to be wheeled out and cleared by your doctor... is that true?’

Jake moves to look down but then went right back up at Red’s face when she licked his hand, her shoulders were shaking for how hard she was trying to laugh, but Jake only shook his head and gave Red’s forehead a kiss before replying to Maverick,

  “Uh yeah about that... so just know, I’m very ok, like totally fine, Rooster is the one that exaggerates. Then um... well I walked out with being wheeled out because I don’t like it-“

  ‘Who did you walk out with? Do you have somebody with you? I just wanted to make sure you’re ok, I saw how hard those guys hit you before our boys got them off of you.’

Maverick always being his overly protective fathered self, had Jake choosing to give up the truth in the end, but his hand was yanked off Red’s mouth by her hand as she said happily,

 “Hi Maverick!!!”

Mavericks voice changed tone to a much sweeter and slightly higher pitched as he replied,

 ‘Oh hi sweetheart! Are you there with Jake?’

Jake lightly pinched Red’s thigh as she stuck her tongue out at him,

“Yessss sirrrr! I got him here and I’m taking him home, the doctors are crazy for underestimating his strength, he’s doing just all right Mav. I promise I got him taken care of!”

 Jake awed at how Red stood up for him, he only craved her more from that moment on. Maverick then replied,

 ‘Alrighty then kiddo, thank you for picking him up before he went crazy with the nurses.. take care of him for me.. I’ll see you guys on Saturday for our barbecue.’

 Red ran her fingers through Jake’s hair,

  “It’s no problem at all Mav, thanks for everything... I’ll see you Saturday, love you.”

 ‘I love you too... and I love you Jake don’t go all cry baby on me-‘

 Jake scoffed,

 “I don’t cry! But I appreciate the love, love you too.”

Soon Maverick hung up on them and that’s when the real tickle fight started, Jake grabbed Red’s hip holding her down while his other hand tickled in between her thighs, she squealed and laughed out loud as he said in a teasing tone,

 “So you think it’s funny to answer the call when I’m trying to make out with you?!-“

Red tried to paw his hand away as she half laughed and talked,

  “I-It was Maverick!! You- you had to answer!! Ahhh!! Time out!! Time out!!”

Jake latched his lips onto her neck kissing at her weak spot and explained in between, 

 “I’ll stop if you promise to be my girlfriend! And you know whatever else comes with that!”

 Red heard his words clearly and tried to answer, but he was tickling her so much she couldn’t make out a clear sentence or word. And it was even harder to accomplish such when Jake was sucking on her neck, already marking her and claiming her as his. Out of frustration of not being able to give a clear answer, Red let out a loud and long moan, which caused Jake to slightly stop so his ears could take in her every sexy sound, and that’s when Red finally had the chance to scream,

  “OK OK!! I say yes!! I’ll be your girlfriend and you’ll be my hot boyfriend!!”

 Jake laughed and smiled as he finally stopped and rested his hands on her hips,

 “That’s my girl... thank you.”

 Red sucked in a deep breath and wiped her forehead before leaning her body against his with her face hidden in his neck as she replied,

  “You’re welcome handsome... and thank you for caring for me.”

 Jake wrapped his arms around her form as he leaned his head against hers, feeling her soft breath hit against his neck,

  “I’ll always care about you.. because I love you.”

 Red hummed happily and kissed his neck,

 “I love you too.”

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[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

Jonah Hauer King fanfiction:

No warnings, just a little fluff, and mentions of burning buildings

Jonah observed as his university campus was completely consumed by flames. The fire was flowing out of the building through several holes, giving the impression that a fire-breathing dragon was inside the house, puffing away vicariously. The roof, doors, and windows were all on fire. Jonah observed numerous firefighters attempting to put out the fire as the flames flared bright red and amber, nearly a livid purple.

In no time, the flames had spread to the rest of the building. It was a great sight for the crowds, (who were kept back by their professors), lined up one behind the other, in the fire assembly area.

But even throughout all this hecticness, there was only one thing playing on his mind, knocking him sick to his stomach- y/n.

Where is she?

Is she okay?

Did she make it out on time?

What about their dogs?

His eyes dart frantically around him, the sounds of his friends talking to him blend in with the background noises and the sound of crackling fire.

"Are you okay man?" Alec asks with a hand on his shoulder?

He was certain that everyone in the room could hear his brain spinning and his heart racing at hundreds of thousands of miles per hour against his chest. It almost sounded like thunder on a stormy night.

And just when he thought his heart would burst, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful girl in the distance—better yet, it was his beautiful girl.

Y/n.

"Y/n" he calls, wided eyed, in a desperate, rushed voice.

"Babygirl, I was so worried about you" pulling her closer with his large hands and bringing her into a tight hug as he reached her from the other side of the building.

"Yeah?" Looping her arms around his body, letting his hands go under her shirt to rub her hips and bury his face into her neck.

His body vibrates in response to her words on his chest, sending butterflies through his entire body. Fluttering butterflies, that never seem to end.

He leans closer to her to help maintain his balance, as the hairs on his chest spring up and his legs start to give in.

"I'm fine, I promise, I just couldn't leave them behind", looking down at the two dogs that had become the best of friends.

"I know", he smiles as they both lean down to pet their dogs and then turns to face his and her friends, who are all giving each other perplexed looks.

They were unaware of the intimacy between the two.

Sneaking around wasn't their intention- It's simply how events transpired and how the pages of their story turned out.

Jonah and y/n met in their second year of their doctors residency, when they both coincidentally tried to sneak their dogs into the "on call room" instead of leaving them at home, all alone.

Jonah claims that their meeting was fate because, after all, no one would have given the two of them together a second thought given that he was a well-liked and well-known guy, where as Y/N prefers to keep her circle small.

They began by exchanging numbers and pulling the disappearing act on each of their friends on breaks, to hang out with each other and walk their dogs in secret; away from campus grounds so no professors would find out that they'd been sneaking their dogs into their place of education.

Y/n was hesitant at first, given his social status, but slowly started to let him knock her walls down. And with time, she eventually learnt that Jonah was not the ordinary popular guy you'd usually see around. Instead, he was a beautiful, brown headed, friendly giant with a pure heart and a lot of love to give.

They fell for each other hard.

Jonah broke out of his trance when heard and saw a guy with a medical box by his side. The name tag on his uniform, reading 'Captain Bobby Nash'.

"I'm sorry son, we need to get her checked out, she inhaled a lot of smoke"

Jonah looked at her worryingly, looking between her and the paramedics that have just arrived on scene.

"It's okay, don't worry about me.

Here, take our dogs. I think we have more things to worry about" nodding her head a few times towards the professor who's currently got a mixture of relief and rage in his eyes when he notices the two dogs now standing by Jonah's side.

"Shit".

"Let's go now please" Bobby says, admiring the couple.

Their friends watch Jonah as he talks to his professor and y/n disappears once again.

They attempt to listen in but are unable to hear anything, understanding that their friends are likely in serious trouble. However, after a few minutes, when they see Jonah shaking his hand, and the professor leaning down to pat the dogs on the head, they have a gut feeling everything's going to be alright.

Jonah is pulled to the side by dogs, towards the paramedics assessing Y/N.

"Woah buddy, easy there" a guy with a quiff type hair style and birth mark on his forehead says when the dogs come up from behind him, startling him and his friend Eddie, who stands next to him.

The paramedic gives Jonah a blanket, which he wraps around himself and his girlfriend before kissing the top of her head.

"Are you okay baby, everything good?"

"Yes" she turns her neck towards him and smiles.

"Good, we should probably get the dogs checked out too" gently stroking her cheek.

"I've already checked them out, Dexter is fine, but Bella burnt her paw but I've cleaned it and I'll make sure it doesn't get infected"

He murmurs, "My perfect little vet," against her lips and then kisses her.

"Let's go yeah?"

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Jonah's hands caresses and squeezes her thighs, smoothing up her sides and her arms. His index finger hooks under her chin as he pulls her impossibly closer. his eyes are locked on hers, and he's staring into her eyes whilst biting his lip.

Her heart flutters and the butterflies in both of their stomachs are constant. Her cheeks are all hot and she's tripping over her words as she tries to focus, but his gorgeous eyes have her hooked, reeling her in and never letting her go.

"I love you" he confesses.

"Hmm?" Tilting her head as the corner of her lips turn upwards and her pupils dilate further.

"I said I love you", kissing her lips.

"I love you too Jonah".

He smiles as he kisses her lips again- harder this time, then her cheek, her other cheek, her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her chin.

He's smiling against her skin as he watches her fall back onto the bed, inside their perfect little beach house they bought last summer, to escape from reality and be eachothers company.

The two dogs wake them up in the morning and nuzzle them to get out of bed whilst they are still tangled in the sheets and entwined in each other's arms.

They might not have a place to finish their degree programme anymore, but their professor assured that a new rule would be in place after they had rebuilt. Because they help with anxiety and despair and promote good health, dogs are permitted on campus.

The end??!!

Note: Please leave a like/comment if you wish, this is my first ever fanfic that I've done in a while, so please be nice! And thankyou @megalony for your help, your kindness is everything.

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[jenna0rtega27]

Could I request a g!p Lorraine day(sub)x fem reader (dom) where Lorraine is submissive and reader notices that she doesn’t get enough sex from RJ so Lorraine is very clingy to reader because she needs to get off then obviously they have sex then maybe some fluff at the end where Lorraine and reader become a couple?

(Btw I love your writing!!)

I love you for who you are

Masterlist

Thank you for asking +18 Lorraine x F!Reader Summary: Request Warning: Lorraine g!p, smut, blowjob, penetration, sub!Lorraine, dom!Reader, switch dom!Lorraine, sub!Reader, slight mention of pornography Number of words : 3684

It’s early in the morning and you’re still sleeping peacefully in your bed. You and your friends are in Texas for a pornographic film. You've found a beautiful little house perfect for your film.

You had met THE most beautiful girl ever. Lorraine Day. A beautiful young woman aged 19, who measures 5f1 (1.55m). Beautiful black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. But this beautiful young woman was dating that jerk RJ. To say that you were jealous every time you watched RJ and Lorraine kiss in the same room as you was an understatement. But during the filming of the pornographic film, You and Lorraine had formed a very strong bond. And you don't really understand why, but Lorraine is very clingy with you. She follows you around all the time, gives you hugs every day and she does it even when RJ is around. And you could see that RJ didn't like it too much. But who are you to complain about getting hugs from your crush?

Anyway, around 9am, you wake up slowly. Getting up from your bed, you let out a small moan of pain in your core. Yesterday, you did a sex scene with Jackson for the film and we can say that he really fucked you. But luckily for you and everyone, today is a day off.

You get dressed and walk out of your room into the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, you find Maxine and Wayne eating each other's faces, a topless Bobby reading the newspaper sitting at the table, and Jackson cooking breakfast. You are used to this daily life so today seeing Maxine and Wayne almost having sex while everyone is eating or seeing Bobby with his bare breasts does not disgust you. " Good morning. » Your voice is hoarse due to your recent awakening and the pain in your crotch.

Maxine and Wayne stop kissing and look at you with amusement. Jackson turns from his place at the oven and smirks.

“So Y/n, not too bad?” » You say nothing but give Jackson the finger with a fake smile. Jackson laughs and puts a plate with a breakfast (Your breakfast of your choice) “Come on, eat it will do you good. »

“Thank you Jack. » You sit down next to Bobby and start to eat. While you were eating, Lorraine came into the kitchen and stood behind you and leaned down to wrap her arms around your neck. You smile and place your hands on Lorraine's arms.

“Good morning love. »

“Good morning Y/n/n” Lorraine gives your cheek a kiss and gets up but stays behind your chair, and begins to massage your shoulders. You close your eyes in relief. Lorraine has always given the best massages.

“You look so much like a couple.” » Bobby said without taking his eyes off his newspaper.

You blush and go to say something but RJ enters the kitchen before you have time to respond to the topless young woman.

“Who looks like a couple?” » RJ asks

" Person. » You feel a little pain in your heart at Lorraine's response but you know it's the truth. Lorraine is RJ's, not yours.

" All right. » RJ responds and looks at you with a dark look and approaches Lorraine who is still behind you and kisses her. You look at your plate and clench your jaw in jealousy and anger. RJ pulls away from the kiss and sits in the chair next to you at the end of the table with a smirk as he looks at you. You look at him and all you want to do is stick your fork in both of his eyes.

“Come sit down baby.” » Lorraine looks at you with a sad smile and sits on her boyfriend's lap. You look at your plate helplessly looking at Lorraine. But you feel a foot touch your ankle. You look up to see Lorraine looking at you with a smile bigger than the last one. You try to give him the same smile but he doesn't meet your eyes.

Lorraine, for her part, never liked RJ. At the beginning of their relationship, she was good but after a while, RJ was always busy on his porn films. So they weren't really making love. But when Lorraine met you, she fell in love with you. It was twice as strong as with RJ. But she was with that jerk so she never confessed her feelings to you.

Seeing that Lorraine is looking at you, RJ grabs his girlfriend's jaw and kisses her passionately in front of you. You clench your jaw and grip your fork and knife. You squeeze them so hard that you're sure to have marks on your hands.

" I'm not hungry anymore. » You get up and get ready to leave. But a hand on your wrist holds you back. You look down and see it's Lorraine holding you back.

" Where are you going? » Lorraine asks you, worried and still on RJ's lap.

“I'm going to my room, I didn't have a good night's sleep. You gently remove Lorraine's hand and go to your room. You close your door and sit up in bed.

You don't think you can continue to live like this for long. Seeing Lorraine in the arms of damn RJ almost makes you sick. Every day it gets worse.

After 5 minutes, you hear a door slam, heavy and fast footsteps and then the door opens and slams. You're pretty sure it's another argument between Lorraine and RJ. These two argue almost every day. And often it’s RJ who shouts.

You really don't know what Lorraine sees in this asshole. Plus you're sure they never fuck. Because you hear Maxine and Wayne and Bobby and Jackson fucked but you've never heard Lorraine and RJ. Maybe it's just because they don't make any noise. But you find it suspicious. You never even hear the bed move.

After a few more minutes, you hear someone banging on your bedroom door.

" Enter. » You answer meaning look who is going to open the door. The door opens and you feel your bed sink. You look up and see Lorraine walking towards you.

“Lorraine what are you doing? » You ask, looking at Lorraine who continues to walk towards you and straddle your lap. You immediately put your hands on his hips as if it were natural for you.

“I broke up with RJ. » You feel your heart want to jump out of your chest at this information. A smile is about to form on your lips but you stop it from coming out.

" I am sorry for you. » You caress Lorraine's fabric-covered hips with your thumbs.

“I'm not really sad. I’ve wanted to break up with him for a long time but I never had the courage to do it” Lorraine places one hand on your cheek and the other on the back of your head and caresses your copper hair.

You look at the beautiful woman who is on top of you not knowing what to say. So you continue to look into her beautiful brown eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for so long” Lorraine whispers to you and you feel goosebumps on your lower back at these words that you have been waiting for so much.

“I want you too” You continue to look at her and your eyes move down to her lips. His eyes do the same thing. And without waiting, you place your lips on his. Lorraine kisses back and you feel dizzy. You've been dreaming of this moment for so long.

The kiss is gentle but it becomes more and more passionate. You caress Lorraine's lower lip with your tongue and she immediately allows access by opening her mouth wider to accommodate your tongue. You both moan as you feel your tongues touching. They gently rotate between them in a sensual dance. Lorraine wraps her lips between your tongue and sucks gently. You groan at this act.

You hold Lorraine’s waist tightly and turn her around so she’s lying on the bed with her head on the cushions and you on top of her. She moans without leaving your lips.

You move your lips and kiss his jaw down to his neck. You kiss him, lick him and go to his pulse and gently suck him to give him a little love bite. You hear Lorraine moan which has become your favorite sound and feel her hand on your head to keep you in her place.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long. » You say on Lorraine's skin.

“I’m yours now.” » Lorraine says as a louder moan leaves her lips as you suck harder on her neck. You let go of his neck and lick the spot you sucked to ease the pain. You move up his neck and return to his lips for a kiss more intense than the first. Your tongue enters Lorraine's mouth to meet her tongue. With each kiss, your tongues touch and you moan almost every time.

You pull away from Lorraine's swollen, red lips and look up at her and see eyes dark with desire.

“Can I take off your t-shirt?” » you ask on his lips.

" Yes please. » Without waiting, you step back and remove Lorraine's t-shirt while maintaining eye contact with her. You look down and see a yellow bra. You look at Lorraine to ask her permission to take it off and she bends her back a little to give you permission. You put your hand below her back and unfasten her bra. You hold your breath at the sight.

Lorraine's breasts are neither big nor too small. They are just perfect. You place a hand on her left breast and caress it gently. You feel yourself trembling at this touch that makes you salivate and wet so much.

You lay down next to Lorraine and lower your head so that your mouth is just above her right breast. Your hand never left your left. You blow lightly on it and you can feel Lorraine moan a little. And without waiting, you put your mouth on her nipple. You lick and bite him gently. Lorraine groaned as she placed her hand on your back.

You sit up and take off your t-shirt and unfasten your bra. Lorraine moaned at the sight and without his bulge in his pants. You straddle her thighs and lean down to kiss her, caressing her breasts. Your tongues fight for dominance and you win.

You remove yourself from Lorraine's lips and move down her body kissing every part of her perfect body. You kiss her breasts, between her breasts, her stomach and until you are between her thighs. You kiss his thighs and up to his crotch still covered by his shorts. But you frown when you see a bulge in his pants.

“Are you wearing a strap-on?” » You ask looking at Lorraine and her eyes try to look anywhere but you. You could clearly see that she is stressed.

“Um no. This is not a strap-on dildo. »

" I can? » You ask, pointing to his pants. Lorraine nods but that’s not enough for you. You want her to feel comfortable and safe around you. “Words baby.” I want words. »

“Yes you can take it off. » Lorraine responds, finally looking you in the eyes. You give him a sweet warm smile and put your hand on the edge of his shorts and pull them down along with his panties. By lowering it, you can see that indeed the beautiful young woman is not wearing a strap-on, but she actually has a penis. You gasp but not in disgust, on the contrary you gasp in surprise and excitement. You feel your pussy getting wet at the sight.

“Are you disgusted? » Lorraine asks you with uncertainty and fear in her voice. You look at her and you can see fear in her voice. Your eyes soften and you caress her thighs which relaxes her a little.

“Why would that disgust me? » You ask calmly, continuing to caress her thighs to show her that you are there for her.

“That’s one of the reasons why RJ never had sex with me. He sometimes said I was a monster since I'm a girl with a dick. » Said Lorraine, looking down. Your heart breaks hearing this.

“Lorraine. » You straddle his thighs again and lower yourself so that your face is above his. But Lorraine continues to look down. “Lorraine, baby look at me” You say calmly and cupping her face and gently caressing her cheeks with your thumbs. Lorraine finally looks up to meet her eyes and you can see that her eyes are watering. Your heart breaks once again at the sight and you promise to avenge Lorraine. “Lorraine listen to me carefully, I am not and will never be RJ. To me you are Lorraine Day. With or without a dick. And I'm going to love you the same way you wouldn't have a dick. I will cherish you and show you the love you should have received from RJ. I will show you what it is to be loved. » You gently wipe her eyes with your thumbs and look at her with nothing but love.

Lorraine places her hands on your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. This kiss shows the love you have for yourself and that you weren't able to show it to yourself because of RJ. Lorraine pulls away from the kiss due to lack of air and looks at you with eyes full of desire and love for you. You look at her the same way. She caresses your cheeks with her thumbs and you stroke her hair.

“I love you Y/n. »

“I love you too Lorraine. » You give him another love filled kiss before moving down his body and kissing him and doing love bites all over his body or you're already hooked. Lying between her legs with your face just above her penis, you look into her eyes for permission.

“Please Y/n. I need you. » Lorraine complains, looking at you with dark eyes of desire.

You look down at his cock and reach out to cup his base. You rub it a little and precum makes your vagina leak even more. You look at Lorraine with nothing but desire for her.

You look down at his penis again, and lower your head, opening your mouth a little to take his tip into your mouth. You start to lower yourself to raise your head on the tip of his cock. You hear Lorraine moan and feel her hand on your head to go deeper. You follow his desire and go deeper. You deep throat him. You gag when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat but you don’t stop. You continue sucking his cock and wanking it at the same time. Lorraine serves your hair and you can feel that she is coming soon.

“Fuck” Lorraine moaned. You extend your free arm next to Lorraine's body for her to take your hand. The young brunette interlaces her fingers with yours and squeezes them.

You move your head and your hands faster to make Lorraine come into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/n I’m coming!” » Lorraine grips your hair tighter and you moan slightly in pain but also in pleasure.

“Come for me baby.” » You continue to suck and jerk Lorraine at a rapid pace.

“Holy shit!” » Lorraine cums in your mouth. You moan at the thick liquid and swallow. You continue to suck her to swallow all her cum. You remove your mouth from Lorraine's cock, and the girl moans from the lack of your mouth.

You quickly take off your shorts and panties and straddle your crush's thighs and place your wet pussy on top of his still hard cock. You hold onto Lorraine's chest with one hand, and the other cups the base of her cock to center her tip at your entrance. You stroke his tip through your folds up to your clit to tease yourself a little and you moan lightly.

Then you position his penis towards your hole and lower yourself slightly onto his cock. You both moan at the feeling. You lower yourself onto his cock and climb back up. You do the same thing 3-4 times before lowering yourself completely but gently. Once the 7 inch cock is in your vagina, you stay in this position to get used to Lorraine's penis. Once accustomed, you begin to raise and lower your hips gently. You moan and Lorraine places her hands on your thighs to help you move.

You continue to pace yourself for tens of seconds and then move your hips faster on Lorraine's cock. You both moan in pleasure. Lorraine sits up slightly, holding herself on one hand and the other cupping your jaw to kiss you. The kiss is sloppy because of your hip movements.

You continue to jump on Lorraine's cock. The only noises heard in the silent room are your moans, your mouths and the sounds of skin slapping together every time you lower yourself onto Lorraine's cock.

Suddenly, Lorraine turns you around so that you are lying on the bed and she is on top of you between your legs, her cock still buried inside you. Lorraine moves her hips in a rapid manner that makes you moan in intense pleasure.

“Fuck. » You moan in your sentence, closing your eyes in pleasure. Lorraine leans her head and sucks on your neck in several places to mark her territory and show everyone that you're already taken. You continue to moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Every day I stopped myself from touching you too much because of my asshole ex. But now I want to show you that I love you and that I want you. Fuck Y/n, I’ve wanted you for so long baby. » Lorraine said into your neck licking the marks she made on your neck.

“Lorraine my love, every time I saw you with RJ I wanted to disappear. Seeing you kissing made me so jealous. » You say in a series of moans as Lorraine continues to fuck you with the same fast pace but less hard to let you talk.

" I know baby. And I'm sorry. But that won't happen again. I promise you. » Lorraine promises you and she kisses you with passion.

“Faster please baby.” » You complain while groaning.

Lorrain follows your wish and thrusts into you faster and harder. She sits up and lifts one leg to put it on his shoulder and moves her hips faster. You moan loudly and grip the sheets with your hands.

“Oh shit yes!” » You moan as you soon feel yourself coming. “Fuck I’m coming soon!” » You continue to moan, trying to hold back to keep your pleasure longer.

“Moan for me my love. Don't hold back. » Lorraine says and she strokes your clit with her fingers to help you come. You moan loudly as you come on Lorraine's cock. You arch your back in pleasure. The young woman on top of you also moans as she cums a second time in your pussy. She slowly stops her hips and gently withdraws from your vagina and you moan at the loss.

Lorraine lies on top of you and kisses you gently, gently caressing your cheeks with her thumbs. You place your hands on his back and caress him gently. Lorraine pulls away from lack of air and places her forehead on yours, looking into your eyes with just love. She continues to caress your cheeks with her skin.

“Can I ask you a question? » You nod and wait for her to continue. " Do you want to be my girlfriend? » You look at Lorraine with a huge smile adorning your lips.

“Yes I want to be your girlfriend. » You respond by nodding your head and you kiss Lorraine with full of passion and love. Finally being able to say that Lorraine is yours makes you so happy and filled with happiness. Lorraine pulls away from the kiss and looks into your eyes.

“I love you Y/N Y/LN. »

“I love you too Lorraine Day. » You both smile at each other and kiss again.

10 minutes later, you leave the bedroom to get dressed and find your friends sitting in the living room talking. You and Lorraine join them. You sit on the sofa next to Wayne and Maxine. Maxine is sitting on Wayne's lap. Lorraine sits on your lap and places her back against your chest.

“I think we have a new couple in the room. » Wayne said happily for you and Lorraine.

“Yes you can greet the new couple here. » You say with a big smile and kiss Lorraine's cheek.

“Congratulations dude. » Maxine high fives your hand.

“I kinda suspected it was going to happen. Since you've been together, you haven't stopped staring at each other. I'm sorry buddy. » Jackson said, patting RJ on the knee.

You look at RJ who is looking at you with a death glare. You wink at him with a smirk and resting your teeth on Lorraine’s ear. RJ clenches his jaw and squeezes the beer in his hand. You're sure he could explode because his fingers are turning white. Lorraine turns her head back and cups your jaw.

“Don’t worry about him anymore baby. I no longer agree with him. You don't have to be jealous anymore. I am yours and you are mine okay my love? »

" All right. » You place your lips on his for a sweet kiss. You look up at RJ and watch him red with anger and jealousy.

One thing is certain, your revenge against RJ is not over.

#jenna marie ortega #lorraine day #x movie #g!p #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega fanfic

[entertainmentgirl80]

Wet Dreamz (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin X Robert 'Bob' Floyd X Koko)

Warnings: Sexy Smut, Mentions Of Bisexually, Hint Of Insecurity Bout Dentures, Threesome, Wet Dreams and Viewer Discretion Is Advised 🔞

One night, you and Bobby went to bed after you put Anastasia down for bedtime, y'all went to sleep, so while you sleeping, you been dreaming about no other than: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin (the godfather of your daughter and your best friend). And yes even though it's kinda wrong but you couldn't help that he is a handsome man: gorgeous face, nice body to look at, easy on the eyes, and that southern accent you can't help but fell in love with when you first met him with that charm of his. So while dreaming, you wake up in the bed with no clothes on and it's didn't dom on you that you in Jake's room because of his room is full of Texan stuff (especially his Longhorn jersey and his collection of cowboy hats), so as the door opens, you saw almost all his glory in his boxers standing there while your jaw is dropping:

"Hey, darlin," like what you see?" He has a smirk on his face.

"Yes, yes I do." You still in shocked.

So he crawled into the bed towards you, and he looked into your brown eyes, and you said:

"Jakee" you said to him in quietly manner.

"Tell me what you want, sweets." He has a grin on his features.

Then, you starting to feel something wet is because he makes you shiver the way he talks to you, no other man would.

"Oh, baby, you wet for me, all this time you been thinking about me, so I'm gonna give it to you what you want." And so he starting to kiss you, on the neck, on your breasts and you starting to shaking a little bit, because how he touches you. So right before he goes down on you, your husband is calling your name:

"Koko, Koko, KOKO!!!"

"Huh? Oh shit!" You waking from your sleep, and come to realization that you wet the bed.

"I'm so sorry Bobby, this is my fault, babe." You were embarrassed.

"That okay, hun, I know you didn't mean it." He understands.

"Okay, but hey, I'm gonna check on Ana, alright?"

"All right, my love." He changed the sheets.

So it's morning time, and Bob just already got up and getting ready to go to work, while you is fixing some breakfast for Anastasia and Bobby knows you not yourself this morning so he ask her what on her mind:

"Hey, you all right?" He ask

"Yeah, just lot on my mind, babe that all."

"Well do you wanna talk about it when I come back home?"

"Yes, I would like that."

"Okay, sweet girl, but hey I talk to you later when I'm getting back home, okay? Love you." He kisses you on your forehead and Anastasia's as well.

"Okay, love you too baby."

So, while your husband at work, you doing some cleaning, changing some diapers for Ana, making sure the bills pay, so after you did all that, your mind is still lingering about your sexy dreams about Jake, so you were about text Jake or Bob about your confession but you just decided to wait till Bobby comes home tell him everything. So after your husband did come home from Top Gun, you greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the lips.....

"Honey, I'm home." Bob greeted in the house.

"Hey baby boy, how is work?" You ask him bout his day.

"It's interesting but same, so how yours today?" He asked

"It's was fine, and Anastasia is still sleeping. I'm just fed her."

"Well, that good."

"Yeah, but hey, can we talk since you home now? You ask to talk to him.

"Yeah, sure."

So as y'all two sit down in the kitchen table and you starting to speak:

"Okay, remember I have had an accident in the bed since this morning?"

"Yeah, what about it?" He has a concern on his face.

"Well, I've had a weird dream since last night."

"With who?" He wants to know.

"I'm been having dreams about Jake." You confront him about your confession.

"Since, how long you have them dreams?" He wants to know.

"Since we went to the beach and saw his shirt off." Your voice felt shaky but nervous.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" He concerns.

"Because I'm was scared that you gonna leave and divorce me, and I know it's not right to daydream about another man and thinking about him sexu-"

Bob cuts her off

"Baby, you know, I'm not going anywhere, you know that, right?" He holds both your hands.

"I'm know" you nodded.

So surprisingly enough, Bob got an idea....

"But hey, look, I'm know it's out of our marriage, but I will give you a hall pass for one night only with Jake, but on one condition:"

"Okay, what is it?"

"I'm want to watch just for sexual pleasure."

"Okay, that fair." You agree with the agreement with your husband.

"So you gonna call Jake about our agreement?"

"Yeah, but I'm about to text him now."

"Okay, well, I'm gonna check on Anastasia." He went to the living room.

"Alright."

So after your confession with your husband, you are about to text Jake and ask him to come over tomorrow after work:

Koko: Hey, J, what up?

Jake: Hey, darlin, nothing much. Just got some food, and I'm home now. And what about you?

Koko: Ohh, okay, that what up, nothing much, just chilling, doing mom duties, but hey, are you busy tomorrow after work?

Jake: Ohh, okay, understandable, and no, not really. What up, though?

Koko: Can you come over at the house tomorrow and we can have a talk, please?

Jake: Yeah, sure anything for you, so what time you want me to come?

Koko: Around at 4:50

Jake: Okay, no problem, sweets, see you tomorrow.

Koko: Okay, love you cowboy. 🤠😘

Jake: Love you too darlin'.

So the following day, while Bobby is at work, you doing your housewife duties as usual, and you just waiting for the time passing by, for both of your men to get off from work, and so when Bobby, and Jake coming from work from Top Gun. You were excited to see both of them...

"Hey guys, how work today?" You greeted and hugged both of them.

"Hey Koko, how is my best friend doing today?" Jake smiles towards you.

"I'm doing fine." You give him a smile back to him.

"And how my beautiful goddaughter lately?" He asks you.

"She is doing well, and she is sleeping right now. But hey, since you are here, can we have a chat outside?"

"Yeah, sure darlin'"

So, y'all two walk outside, just to talk about your confession and you being straightforward about it.....

"Okay, since we are outside now, the reason why I'm asking you to come over since yesterday is because I'm have a confession to tell you." You wanna be honest to him.

"Okay, what is it, sweets?" He wants to know.

"Okay, so I'm been having dreams lately, and it's a weird one, but not with my husband." You talking to him while y'all walking in the neighborhood.

"Who is it?" He has concern on his features.

"You" you confess to him

Then, Jake starts to chuckle at first, and he realizes that Koko wasn't joking.....

"Oh, you really are not joking, aren't you sweets?" He was a little surprised.

"No, so that why I'm didn't tell you nor Bobby at first because I was scared you were not gonna talk to me anymore or whatever."

"Sweetheart, you my best friend, and you know I always gonna be here till the day I die, right?" He hugged you while he comforted you.

"Yeah," you nodded at him.

"So what you gonna do next?" He asks you.

"Well, Bobby, give me a hall pass for one night only."

"For what?" He has confused face.

"To have sex with you." You shrugged.

"Oh wow that different but are you sure you want do this? It's no turning back and you know that sweets, pun intended." He being genuinely honest.

"I'm know that J, and yes I'm do." You stated but you accept the agreement.

"All right, as you wish, so when we gonna do it?" He asked went & where.

"Tomorrow night, at your place at 9:00. And I'm got a babysitter for Ana as well." You tell him a time & a place.

"Okay, that fair, so that it or do you have any more secrets that I would like to know?" He wants to know.

"Well I'm do have one more thing: I'm bisexual by the way and also can you bring me a woman for us for a threesome too, please?" You confess him about your sexual orientation.

"Wow, you are full of surprises, aren't you sweets?" He have a grin on his face.

"Honey, you have no idea and hey what can I say? I'm being me." You have a smirk on your features.

And so, after y'all two have a good talk from walking around the neighborhood, Jake take you back to the house safely because it's getting dark soon, so before he leaves he went inside to see Anastasia briefly, then told Bob that he see him later, and y'all two give each other a hug and then he left to go home.....

The following night, after y'all got a babysitter for Anastasia, you and Bobby are on the way to Jake's house for a little sexy fun, so after y'all arrived at the place, you is wearing one of your graphic dresses, with your slip-on sneakers on but underneath you have on a lace black bra & panties too as well, just to try your best to look cute. And you knock on the door, immediately he answers the door:

"Hey, I'm glad y'all made it." He greeted you in his southern accent.

"Hey, I know, right? I'm just a little nervous, though, you know?

"Hey, hey, you know I got you, you have nothing to be nervous for, darlin, so come on in and make yourselves at home."

So after y'all two went inside, then you see a beautiful brunette woman with nice curvy hips, and she has on a sexy lingerie that covered her curves just bout right.

"Oh Linda, this is Koko and her husband Bob, guys. This is Linda, whom I'm met at the bar yesterday." He introduced y'all to her.

"It's nice to meet you, and you gorgeous, by the way. " You introduce yourself to her.

"Thank you, it's nice to meet you too also, and you beautiful, by the way."

So, after y'all introduced each other, y'all four went to Jake's bedroom, and y'all bout to start, and before you do, you want to say something to Bobby who is sitting down before he enjoy the show.....

"Hey Bobby, are you gonna be okay, right?"

"Baby, this is gonna be a new experience for me, and trust me, I know Jake is gonna take you the way I do, so just have fun it okay?" He said to you with love.

"Okay, love you, baby boy." You smile to him.

"Love you too." He give you a kiss.

So it's just the three of y'all standing, and so you decided to step forward to Jake to kiss him before y'all have a mutual respect for each other because y'all friends. So while kissing him, his lips taste like sweet honey because of the way he looks at you like that. And so he starting to undressed you, especially unclasped your bra, the way you standing there naked like that, Jake couldn't help that you look beautiful and the way he touches you is like electricity that no one else will besides your husband.

So Jake climbed up the bed, where you laid at he starting to do foreplay on you like kissing on your neck, kissing on your body, kissing & touching on your breasts, he starting to lick on one of your nipples and you arch your back the way he touched you like it's heaven on earth, "Jakeee" you said to him while you moaning on his name, "you look so gorgeous woman" he said to you in a genuine compliment, "tell me what you want darlin." He cooed, "I'm want you to make love with me", you said to him while you look into his beautiful emerald, but however he looked at you scanning from his green eyes he stop for a minute and asked you "what wrong darlin did I'm do something wrong?"

He asked you because he saw the little sadness on your face , "it's just that am I beautiful to you?" You asked him about your insecurities, "why you ask that, sweetheart?" He asked you with a concern face, "is because I'll have dentures, but I'm not wearing them, so I'm not beautiful without them."

"Sweetheart you're still beautiful with or without them for the moment that I'll first saw you at the bar but however it's was my first time saw you without them for the first time when you gone in labor with Ana. But look at the end of the day. I don't care whether you have dentures or not.

You are still beautiful to me, okay?" He said to you with the most genuine way with a smile on his face that made your heart skip a beat little bit and make your cheeks blush as well too because of his genuine honest opinion. So after hours y'all two looking at each other, you forgot about Linda and your husband.

"Oh shit we forgot about Linda." She fell asleep while we taking sweet time, Bob is sleep too as well, you & him are chuckling at each other that y'all taking too damn long but while y'all still in the bed, so as he kissed your palm then, out of nowhere Jake starting to fingering you in your vagina with that big hand of his and teasing you with his infamous smirk on face in a playful way and you starting to moan the way you saying his name:

"Jakeee I'ma bout t-to, bout to.", "it's okay babygirl cum for me it's alright just cum to my fingers okay?" He said to you in a low but stern voice, after you finally came for him in a loud voice of yours because you can't help it the way you make sound after you climaxed, Linda & Bob just waking up and she said "it's the party still going on?"

"Yes baby, it's still going on, and here you're dessert."

Jake said to her with the lust in his green eyes, so as she climbs to the bed where Jake & Koko at, she starts to kiss on Koko's lips, while she making out with her, she started to touch on her breasts playing with them, while Linda is using her fingers to rubbing on her clit, Jake kissing on her shoulder, it's starting to make Bob more horny than ever, his cock is starting to get hard as a rock while he watching his wife having a threesome with Jake & Linda in the bed.

So after Linda finished her making out sessions with you, the final climax of the night is when you want Jake to come inside you: "okay darlin are you ready for your gift bag?" He said to you with a grin, "yes Jake I'm ready for it." You said to him with a mischievous smirk on your face, "okay sweets", so when he take off his boxers and long be hold that his dick is big but is hard as a rock the way it's look and your jaw drop because it's just you pictured it in your head cause of the dream that you have with him wearing only his boxers and his dick is poking out like that...

So as he climbs back to his bed yall switched sides from the bed so as he laying down resting himself in between your legs making sure you felt comfortable as he put his hands around your wrist making sure you straight though, "okay sweets I'm gonna try to take it nice & slow, but try to make it painless as possible as I'm can, okay?

Now, if you want me to stop: tap my arm, but I just want to make sure you are comfortable with that all." Jake always been a gentleman even though he can be cocky but arrogant sometimes but he still do got that southern gentleman likeable which I'm really like from him plus he would do anything for you because he do have a heart. "Okay I'm trust you Jake" you said to him, he smiled down at you with a kiss on your temple so as he lining himself up to your entrance and you is wrapping your hands on both of his shoulders & back soon he's gently pushing in, you eyes is sneezing almost close the way he put your tip in you. "Ouch." You felt it as he entered you, "Are you okay?" Jake asked, "mmhm, you okay keep going, " you tell him while you mutter, "Little more baby girl, I promise hold on.

"Jake promises you. Once he bottomed out, you whimper, "Hey, hey, look at me. You know I will never hurt you, you know that, right?" He said to you with a promise, "Yeah, I know," you said to him back, "Okay, I'm gonna start moving, alright?", "Okay" you whisper.

As soon he starts his movements, he draws himself out of you as easily as he can before he's can thrust back in. You start groaning more loudly as you wrap an arm around his shoulder as he starts to move his hips around you, the pain feeling slowly transitioning into white flashes of pressure. He's stretched you out with each thrust. But he remains at the same tempo & depth. However, you can feel your insides to start beginning to shake.

"You close babygirl, you are so close," Jake muttered, "Jake I'm bou- bout to" you moan while you trying to found the words to him, "that it sweetie, you wanna come?, you can come I got you". He said to you, so as y'all climaxing, you give into the feeling that soon y'all spilling over the edge as he reaches in between of your pressed bodies and he rubs your clit for added pleasure. Jake growls in your ear as both of you kiss on the lips.

So after y'all done having sex, you, Jake, & Linda are looking at Bob with a concerned face of yours, making sure he is okay. "Bobby, hey baby, are you good, you straight?"

You said to him, "That. was. INCREDIBLE!!!" He said with an exciting shock look on his face, "wow I'm can't believe it's making me more horny after seeing this, though, but anyway, you good baby?"

He asked you, "Yeah, we're good, " you said to him back as you smiled at both of them. "Hey Koko, let me clean you up before you leave, okay?",

"Okay," you nodded, "Well, I'm bout to head out, and thanks for the fun, including you, Koko." Linda said farewell to yall, and she kissed Koko for a goodbye one more time.

So afterwards Jake cleaned you up, as y'all bout to head home Jake bout to tell you something: "hey guys", "mhmm what up love" you said to him, "I'm know y'all bout to go home to check on Ana but would be okay for y'all to stay at my place for the night because it's already getting late and I'm don't want y'all to be out this time of the night though is that okay for yall?" Jake asked y'all, "You okay with it, Bobby?" You nodded, "Yeah, sure that be okay, but how we gonna tell Rooster that we spend the night at Jake's house, they gonna think you cheated on me or else. " Bob worried, knowing the fact he babysitting y'all daughter at the house though. "Don't worry, we tell him that we check in at a hotel for the night, and nobody wouldn't know. She winks at you with a grin.

A/N: Well, I'm have to start over from a snatch, but did tweak on some things, but I hope y'all enjoy the story and sorry it's a long one-short story. 😌🫶🏾😍😏

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[organic-sprolden]

literally all I'm asking for is tia pepa or literally anyone to tell Eddie what to look for in a forever partner or whATEVER because he's been out of the scene of looking for something serious for so long.

and then we get a montage while pepa or whoever is listing things like "someone where you don't have to strain to laugh and smile and force yourself to be comfortable with" "a person that you can see yourself just sitting there in peaceful silence with" "someone who's always there for you unconditionally" "a nice little lovely lady who loves Chris and you and knows how to balance time with him and you and not be overwhelming or pushy and insert herself into your life"

and the whole time we just see multiple scenes of buck being that person and we get shots of all the buddie heart eyes and secret smiles when no one's looking and when they're finished listing all those things, Eddie's smiling distantly and is just like "huh. so that's what Ive been looking for"

and then the listing person is like "yeah so hurry up and get out there, these things take years to get to that point"

and Eddie just leaves and he goes to find buck but oH NO BUCK ISNT AT HIS LOFT SO EDDIE RUNS TO MADDIE'S HOUSE AND OOPS HE JUST MISSED HIM BUT MADDIE SAYS THAT HE SHOUDL BE ON HOS WAY TO EDDIES HOUSE RN ACTUALLY SO EDDIE GOES BACK HOME AND HE WALKS IN AND BUCK IS STANDING IN THE ENTRYWAY AND HE TURNS AROUND AND EDDIE STOPS ON THE WALKWAY AND HES SWEATING AND OUT OF BREATH AND BUCK WALKS NACK OUT TO HIM AND IS LIKE "Maddie and I had a talk about, well, a lot of things but Eddie I've realised that you were mentioned a lot. I mean, I mention you a lot when I'm talking to Maddie...and hen...and chim...and Bobby and Athena.... hell even Carla... but the point is, I'm always talking about you and when I'm not and thinking about you or Chris or both. because ever since you let me meet him, and join you two, my life has changed for the better. Eddie I can't imagine my life without you... and Chris. and I'm not sure why it just hit me now but I don't think it's— I mean, it's not just me admiring you, or wanting to be close to you. you're my family, Eddie. you and Chris are the ones I chose, and will continue to choose everyday of my life. and I just need to say that now because it's burning me up inside and what I'm trying to say is—”

and then Eddie steps closer to buck and puts his hand on bucks shoulder, briefly hesitating before shifting to cup his jaw. and both of them are holding their breaths. and both of them can't look away. and then Eddie puts his other hand on the other side of bucks face and buck grips his elbows and they are sharing breaths now because somehow they got too close to have their own individual source of oxygen.

and then Eddie says "buck. evan buckley I choose you too. always."

and then they just know and it's all over from there.

the crescendo hits and they're together. someone leaned in first. or maybe they both did, who knows, who cares. but their lips are together. they're pressed together as much as physically possible. and it's everything and more.

they pull apart and brown meets blue and then they're both grinning like they won the lottery. because, not to be cheesy, they kinda did.

so yeah, that's what I want.

#this is more than i was aiming for when i started this post. #oh well #also im thinking of that part in bad buddy (ha!) where pa tells pat something similar #like how to know youre in love or something #and pat starts to see it in his interactions with pran and is just like oH #this is a patpran appreciation post disguised as a buddie post #buddie #eddie diaz #buck and eddie #911 fox #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #911 on fox #evan buck buckley

[golden--doodler]

Geneuary Day Eleven: Keyboard/Candy

Linda: Ohh, Bobby, it's perfect!! Our Geney Zucchini's going to love these gifts for Christmas. You did so well. 🥰

Bob: Thanks, Lin. But, uhh, was it a good idea to give him both a noisy keyboard and a bunch of chocolate for Christmas?? I don't think we'll remember quiet for at least two weeks.

This is it. We made it guys. It's officially the last day of Geneuary!! This might be the most emotional I've been posting a piece of artwork. For this last piece, it *gasp* doesn't have Gene!! 😱 Crazy, I know. I decided to draw Bob and Linda along with Gene's signature keyboard and favorite candy, just to show how he got a love of Chunky Blast-Offs and his keyboard in the first place.

What a wild ride this month has been. Geneuary could not have been possible without the incredible support of everyone involved. I'd like to shoutout @drawthethingdoppelganger for making that beautiful, gorgeous graphic of all of the prompts for this month. And also for making that amazing Gene as Dolly Parton art.

I'd also like to shoutout @babsvibes, because her huge document on how to run a Ship Week was crucial in helping me run this month. I don't think I would've been able to do it without her document guiding me along (the only thing I wasn't able to do was have a separate blog, but we all know how that went ☠️). Babs was also technically the one who came up with the concept for Geneuary in the first place (both the name and having eleven prompts because of Gene being eleven).

I also must shoutout @unclefathersantateddy for being an absolute boss and making an extended Geneuary by making an entire page of Genes!! The final product is gorgeous, and I'm just in awe of their talent.

@br1ghtestlight was able to make two of the cutest fics for this month that everyone should go read!! One of them was a (sort of) collab with me.

@ratguy-nico reblogged almost all of my art with the sweetest comments, and his art for this month has been insane and beautiful. My favorite might still be the one with the Hot Dog family.

@dianadeadwing has also produced some of my favorite art this month. One of my favorites was the ballerina Gene she just posted yesterday. And of course, the one where Gene is hugging Bob 🥺❣️

I might've forgotten a person or two, but these are all of the main people I wanted to mention!! Thank you all!!

[ID]: Digital fanart of Bob and Linda from Bob's Burgers. Only their heads can be seen, and Bob looks more nervous, whilst Linda looks happier, with a huge grin on her face, and a heart next to her. A rather large keyboard is above them, along with a brown box with a spaceship on it. It reads: "Chunky Blast-Offs! Out of this World!"

#geneuary2024 #i AM sad this month is over but happier that it happened #i'm so happy that everyone has shown incredible amounts of creativity #nothing is more rewarding than seeing people create because of an event i put together #i don't think i'll ever get over how insanely talented this fandom is you guys rock #and none of this could've been possible without you so once again thank you❣️

[fandomdancer]

Attack of the Domestics

A/N: Encouraged by @michysminions7 and inspired by @jenksel to post this. I've gotten very insecure about my work and barely write anymore, other than little author-insert fluffs. This is one of those, but I still hope you enjoy reading it.

Fandom: Baa Baa Black Sheep

Pairing: Bobby Anderson/OC

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,116

Summary: Bobby's having a bad time at the party the night before a mission. He tries to find some alone time to sulk - and overhears an unexpected conversation.

Damn Wiley, Anderson thought as he stomped towards the beach. How in the hell had he managed to lose a girl to Wiley? Last he checked the man hadn't been anywhere near him, and then poof! Boyish charm and floppy hair and that genuine puppy dog smile and the cute brunette Anderson had just been about to score turned all her attention from the action at hand.

It's not fair, he thought grumpily to himself. Though if he was being honest, he was more upset about losing a girl to Wiley than he was about losing a girl. He usually had no problems chatting up the ladies but he could get a little overenthusiastic. Not to mention his height sometimes worked against him. Ladies like 'em tall? Not always!

He wasn't surprised to find another person on the beach, but he did do a double take when he realized it was another woman. One of the nurses, no doubt, and she looked a little familiar. Had she said hi to him earlier? He'd been so focused on the brunette (whose name he could no longer remember) that he couldn't recall if someone else had spoken to him. But there sat another nurse, wearing a white midriff-baring top and a pair of khaki shorts. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and her elbows rested on them. Her head was in her hands. Wait, was she crying?

Anderson felt a flare of anger bloom in his chest. Who the hell was enough of a jerk to leave a woman crying on the beach? He started out of the brush towards her…and a voice interrupted him.

"Lori?"

Anderson dropped to the ground, praying he hadn't been seen.

The woman lifted her head, and in the dim light from the buildings behind them he could see she did have tears on her face. It was a plain face, framed by lovely brown hair, but there was something haunting about it. And yes – she was familiar. Anderson couldn't help but stare.

"Mags?" the woman asked.

"Lori, what are you doing away from the party?" Another nurse, older, blonde, strode purposefully down towards her. Anderson had seen her before for sure. She was one of the more no-nonsense women, the kind you couldn't use your best lines on because she'd laugh in your face, ruffle your hair, and call you cute. The last thing any guy wanted when he was looking to pick up a woman was for her to think he was cute.

"I'm fine, Margaret," the woman…Lori, Anderson thought, her name is Lori…replied.

"The hell you are, you're crying." Margaret sat in the sand beside Lori, thankfully closer to Anderson so Lori kept her head turned in his direction. He didn't want to listen in on the conversation struggling to hear what Lori had to say.

Of course, if he was the gentleman he professed to be, he wouldn't listen in on this conversation at all.

"I'm fine!" Lori wiped her eyes. "I'm just not in a party mood."

"After seeing the pickings in there, I'll buy that," Margaret said, (bitch, Anderson thought, then flinched at the sound of his Mama's voice in his head chastising him for such language), "but you were so excited earlier today. I heard you girls talking, I know you were all anxious to meet up with Major Boyington's men."

That's right, Anderson thought proudly.

"I was. Am. Just…oh, Mags, it's stupid. Don't ask me."

Any self-respecting man would walk away when a woman said that to him. But Anderson knew enough to know that when a woman said that to another woman, it was an invitation.

He was right…sort of. "What's so stupid? You came, you saw, you decided not to play. You want to wait for the next opportunity to have some fun, that's your choice."

Lori looked away, and suddenly her shoulders shook. Anderson twitched instinctively, wanting to step out and comfort the crying woman. It was basic manners, not to mention the fact that comforting a crying woman upped your chances of getting lucky later.

"Lori!" Margaret leaned over and put a hand on Lori's shoulder. "Look, if you're not interested, there's nothing wrong with that…"

"I know…" Lori blurted, her voice distorted with sobs. "I know you all think…I'm a prude."

"Oh, don’t be silly, we don't think that…"

"Yeah, you do, I heard Melinda talking the other night."

Ah, Melinda, that was the girl he'd lost to Wiley. And now he recalled, he had spoken to Lori. She'd said hi while he and Melinda were talking. But he'd been deep into weaving a setup for himself and Melinda to leave, and hadn't really responded to her.

He felt a little guilty about that. After all, she was out here crying. Could it be because of him?

"What you do with whoever you want is your business," Margaret said. "You don't have to brag about it as much as Melinda does. The whole camp knows who she goes around with almost before she actually goes around with them."

Anderson's lip curled. Huh…maybe he needed to go save Wiley. He'd seen nurses play with the feelings of his friends before. The last one had almost torn the Black Sheep apart.

"Just when people ask me how my night went and I don't want to tell them…they assume I'm just a…a…"

"Cold fish?"

Lori nodded.

"And you're not?"

Lori stared at her and Anderson found himself very, very interested in her answer. He'd save Wiley later.

"I haven't been with a man in months," Lori finally said. "Not since before I came here. And you know how that turned out. I just haven't been interested. No one has interested me…but…but now..."

Anderson's eyebrows lifted.

Margaret tilted her head. "Are you saying there is someone in there that you're interested in?"

Lori nodded.

"Then why aren't you in there?"

"I don't have a chance. Melinda's got him."

Wiley. Anderson couldn't help the twist of disappointment in his stomach. It was one thing to lose a girl face to face to Wiley, but hearing another crying about losing her chance with Wiley because he was already taken…well it definitely made Anderson want to leave the area. He started to unravel from his hiding position to slink away. Maybe he wouldn't save Wiley from Melinda. Seemed like the guy could use a little bad luck with women.

"That doll dizzy with the fluffy blonde hair?" Margaret laughed. "I've seen him before, Lori. He chases as many women as Melinda chases men. You're not missing out."

"His hair wasn't fluffy and blonde, it was short and black," Lori said.

Anderson stopped moving. What?

Margaret echoed him. "What? Black hair?"

"Black hair," Lori repeated. "And a beautiful smile. He's got these really full lips. You know, the kind you know would feel good on yours? And when he smiles it stretches up into his eyes and squints them, like his whole face is enjoying whatever made him smile. It's an honest smile."

"You're talking about one of Major Boyington's men?"

"Yes. He was talking to Melinda. I guess she turned him down or something because the guy you're talking about was definitely not him. He was really tall. Like six feet or more."

Now Anderson was paying so much attention, he was holding his breath.

"Oh, yes!" Margaret exclaimed. "Yes, tends to stay in the back, keeps his hands in his pockets. He slouches, probably because he's a giant…"

Like you're a giant pain in the…Anderson shook his head to stop the thought.

"I never got his name," Lori said.

Anderson clawed his fingers into the ground, staring at her. My name's Bobby!

"Well, he's not talking to Melinda anymore," Margaret said. "Why don't you come back in and see if you can salvage the night?"

Anderson wondered how fast he could get back to the party without the women seeing him. His head was spinning. Oh yeah…he wasn't breathing. He exhaled hard and yanked in a breath of sea air.

Lori shook her head. "I…look, he's only going to want one thing. And…"

"And what's the problem with that?"

"Like I said, it's stupid."

"Lori, what are you talking about?"

Lori suddenly threw up her hands. "I don't want to just fool around tonight with him, Mags! I know, I know I have no idea who he is! I don't even know his name! But seeing him smile and laugh like that…it was like…my entire life, I've been living in the dark, and someone turned on the light. I want to cook breakfast for that smile. I want to hear that laugh while watching one of those old Buster Keaton pictures. I want to feel his arms hold me and hear his voice tell me I'm safe from everything in the world."

Anderson was aware his mouth had dropped open. He wasn't aware of much else.

"Lieutenant Beaufort, you had an attack of the domestics," Margaret sighed. "It happens. You see a tall, strong, confident man like that, and everything inside you says he's the one for you. But Lori…he's a pilot. The most he can do for you right now is just right now. Tomorrow he could be dead. If you go filling your head with dreams of the future and tomorrow he gets shot down…how many more like him will break your heart before you give up? You need to focus on the right now and let the future come when it's ready. Now if you can't fool around with him tonight, I understand. But don't deny yourself a good time because you're too busy trying to live in the future."

Anderson wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to shout at Margaret or run for the party or just run as far from the situation as possible. The way he saw it, everyone was right here. He might get shot down tomorrow. But did that mean thinking about the future was forbidden? Was it bad to try to think about life after the war?

And he couldn't get her words out of his head. "...like someone turned on the light."

She certainly was pretty, though not the best-looking nurse in the bunch. And she wasn't interested in fooling around, so his chances of getting any tonight were zilch if he pursued her. She wanted more and he had no idea if he wanted…

Well…some. He had some idea. He thought about home often. New Orleans. He'd had a girl before the war had started but once he'd announced he was heading to the South Pacific, she had told him she couldn't wait for him. And it would be nice to have someone. It would be nice to think about a future in New Orleans, with a woman that stated he'd brought light into her life. But he couldn't really trust Lori would stick around. Emma sure hadn't and she'd been his high school sweetheart.

He supposed whether or not he trusted Lori didn't preclude him from getting to know her a little more. But he still needed to get back to the party without being seen.

"I can't do it, Margaret. Not tonight. Put me back on duty in the hospital, will you? I'm sure Sophie wants to go to the party."

Margaret sighed deeply. "Are you sure?"

Lori laughed, the sound bitter and beautiful all at once. "No! But if I go back there and I see him, I don't know what I'll do! I don't know if I can just let go of this and have a great night and wake up tomorrow and go on with my life. Maybe I can. But if I can't…I don't want to know what it'll feel like if I can't."

Margaret stared at her for a long time before nodding. "You are going to have to cultivate some inner strength if you're going to survive your assignments here, Loretta," she said. "If you care this much about everything, it's going to kill you." She stood and helped Lori up. "I'll drive you back to the hospital."

"Thanks," Lori replied. "And…look, don't tell any of the girls, okay? Just…tell them I wasn't in a party mood and decided to leave.”

"Fine."

The two women passed by Anderson and he focused up at Lori. His stomach turned when he saw the broken look on her face, and it was all he could do not to jump up and say I'll take it from here. She wanted him, and he'd be damned if he missed an opportunity to at least speak to her.

He had to find a reason to go to the hospital. Tonight.

#baa baa black sheep #black sheep squadron #lieutenant robert anderson #bob anderson #bob anderson/oc #oc #original female character #fanfiction #writer #author #i love him your honor #john larroquette #lynne frederick

[evita-shelby]

Love's a state of mind

Chapter 2

A/n: chapter 1 is a prologue taking place right before the movie, the rest of the fic takes place roughly two years prior to that.

Gif by @waywardbanditeclipseartisan

“I bet you’re ready to cut me loose, Bobby.” She said as he drove her home after his dad and his godfather showed him things she hadn’t mentioned.

When Peter Browning met her, he took his godson aside and told him his family would never approve.

Sure, she was an heiress and recently took charge of the green energy company she had bought from under their nose, but she was not the sort of woman Maurice Fischer and his right hand wanted for the heir.

For starters, she didn’t accept defeat even when Fischer Morrow was beating her to a pulp in the energy sector.

When that didn’t work, and Robert refused to give her up they dug up every speck of dirt on her.

And it was quite the list.

Browning’s blonde secretary ---one who had been angling to get the coveted title of Mrs. Fischer--- had made a powerpoint with all of it.

Gold-digging whore was the kindest thing her future father-in-law said to her at dinner tonight.

“After that night in New York, do you think I didn’t have you vetted. I am very selective of the women I am with.” He replied, surprising the hell out of her. “If slide fifteen didn’t scare me off the first time, it won’t the second time.”

Eva pretends to be scandalized at how casually he said it, “Robert Michael Fischer!”

“As if you didn’t do the same to me, Eva Leonor Smith.” He replied with her full name reminding her they had never actually asked each other what the initial stood for.

Most people assumed his middle name was Maurice, fuck, even she was surprised when she saw it on the files she got her hands on before the conference.

Eva couldn’t help but laugh as she enjoyed this slight moment of honesty with him, “Fine, I needed to make sure you wouldn’t blackmail me or have me arrested before I invited you to my room.”

“Well, I needed to make sure you wouldn’t blackmail me or have me arrested after you invited me to your room.” He threw her own words back with a teasing smile.

It pains her to know his dad and Browning are right, that she did seek him out for his name and money.

But as time passes, she finds herself falling for this man who pretends it doesn’t hurt to have the two men he loves tell him he is fucking fool.

“He is right, though, I did make plans to seek you out the moment I saw your name on the list of invites.” She admits to half the truth, and he doesn’t hide his disappointment with a pout she likes far too much.

“Oh.” The disappointment in his voice tears at her guilt.

She should end things now and admit she used him to get his company away from destroying her windfarms and solar panels and hope for the best.

But Eva doesn’t.

Eva wants him. She cared for him and loved how sweet and thoughtful and vulnerable he was with her.

“When I saw your name on the list, I knew I had to have you. Even if just for a night, I wanted you to be mine.” She says knowing one day he will know, and it will all go to hell.

Her words have the desired effect, his self-doubt and worries melt away and he smiles thinking it’s real.

It’s like a knife to her heart.

“I think I am falling in love with you.” Robert said and it takes all of Eva’s strength not to jump out of his car and kill herself right there.

It’s months after that dinner from hell when she says, ‘I love you’ and means it.

He is asleep and she’s just gotten into bed after working late. Eva whispered it in his ear before kissing his neck as she usually does.

She likes the way he reacts to it, to feel him wake up slightly and hum in pleasure as he comes to know she is home.

Eva hadn’t seen him all day, both working to meet deadlines that kept getting worse after they moved in together. Can’t even remember when they last fucked, there had been some foreplay when she surprised him during lunch the day before yesterday, but nothing else.

And it was killing her.

Browning and Rob’s old man were fucking relentless, pulling all the guns to get them to break up.

They hadn’t shared anymore dreams, they were too tired dealing with Browning’s bullshit and long workdays to remember her PASIV even existed.

Besides, every two weeks he leaves for Sydney, and he hasn’t mentioned taking her along for this trip. Not that he would have, it tears him to pieces to stand between his family and her.

Her family had welcomed him, her uncle Patricio especially.

How could they not, Rob was her first boyfriend since that sordid affair with Antonia, her cousin’s wife, and he was Robert fucking Fischer after all.

“I love you too.” He mumbled turned so he could spoon her instead.

So, Bobby’s had a good day, he likes being the little spoon when he has bad days. It was unbelievably cute, something she’d let him know when she noticed the correlation with his neediness and bad days ---not that she called him needy mind you.

Now that his father’s health has deteriorated, those were happening alarmingly often.

Hence why she thought he would enjoy the chance to blow off some steam with a quickie in his massive corner office.

Unfortunately, all she’d gotten was a bruised nipple for her troubles because his fucking godfather called him causing him to panic and bite down on the tit he had been sucking.

“We should take the day off, hardly seen you all week.” She suggested wishing he hadn’t been asleep already, anything he says right now might be forgotten in the morning.

Once he forgot to call his secretary and remind her to double check on the reservations for a business dinner.

Had Eva not foreseen it, he would’ve lost a pretty big contract.

“Yes, maybe we could steal away to New York for the weekend before we leave for Sydney.” He said as if he didn’t also work when they are in Sydney, but when he said it against her neck as they got comfortable, sounds absolutely perfect.

“We?” she asks and he nods before going back to sleep.

He’s up to something.

She has only been his girlfriend for less than a year and she knows he’s up to something.

Oh no.

He’s going to propose.

#eva smith fischer #robert fischer x oc #robert fischer x reader #robert fischer #robert fischer x eva smith #loves a state of mind fic

[litgwritersroom]

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Three of Love Island, Actually. NSFW.

read it on AO3 | chapter one | chapter two

The wedding dance is in full swing, and love is on the mind of not just the bride and groom ... but it's not always a good idea to act on instinct. At least, for everyone. Special thanks to @mrsbsmooth Suzi for writing a scene in this chapter.

DELILAH: cute, meet cute

Laughing over a shared joke, Delilah and Bridget had an easy fight to the bar. They held hands as they made their way over and Bridget was pulled into several rounds of congratulations and hugs as Delilah was bombarded with question after question about her own relationship status, and assured time after time in increasingly more condescending ways that her time would be next if only she set a little bit more time aside for romance. Like always, Delilah did her best to laugh it off with a smile on her face, just glad her mother wasn’t around to overhear and add her own weighted opinions to the mix.

“Thea, Honey-Tee, four shots please,” Bridget said, holding up two fingers. “Whatever you fancy, and have one yourself, too.”

It didn’t take long. When the bride requests a drink on her wedding day, she gets priority. Thea laid out their shots, pouring one for herself. The three held their tiny glasses in hand, raising it together until they clinked. All at once there was a cry of, “Cheers!” and they necked the shot.

After wiping at their lipstick and feeling that warm alcohol making its way down, Thea took the empty glasses to the dishwasher with a, “Cheers, Bridget. Enjoy the rest of your night.” She leant over the bar to give Bridget a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve said it already, but let me say it again, you are the most gorgeous bride I’ve ever seen.”

With a roll of her eyes, a blushing Bridget said, “So says the model.”

“So she knows her stuff!” Delilah called out, putting her arm around Bridget. “She’s right! God, I’d marry you, you look so gorgeous.”

Grinning at Thea, Bridget said, “Thanks, Hun.” As Thea went back to the busy bar work, Delilah and Bridget took their last shot. With a fiery look in her eye and the hint of a calculated smirk, Bridget leant in close to Delilah and said, “So, we’re a couple of drinks in now, tell me, has anyone been catching your eye?”

As Delilah rolled hers, Bridget swept her gaze across the room, where they landed on Bobby and Gary dancing to ‘Livin La Vida Loca’ together. The girls giggled at the sight before Delilah glanced wistfully away, doing her one hundredth sweep of the crowd that night for someone, anyone, that she didn’t know who was cute enough, but like the other ninety-nine times she’d done so there was no one… to… catch her eye ─wait, just who was that guy?

Dark brown hair with dyed blond tips, handsome enough that Delilah was baffled she hadn’t noticed him before. He was men’s-watch-and-perfume model handsome, the type of handsome that could sell handsome to other men like a promise. As shivers ran through her body top to toe, Delilah really kicked herself over not having spotted him before.

She was in the midst of waiting out to see if anyone else ─ perhaps an equally stunning woman who happened to be his date ─ showed up beside him, but by the time Bridget elbowed her in the side, the handsome stranger was still alone at the bar, watching the dancefloor and bobbing his head to the music.

“Who is that?” Delilah whispered, the words spilling out in a rush like she was trying to make up for never having known this human existed before now. She leant in close to Bridget, standing ever straighter.

A frown crossed Bridget’s face as she eyed him from across the bar. “I have no clue. He must be one of Gary’s work mates we only invited to the dance. He is cute. You should go say hello.”

Delilah barked out a laugh. “Right. Fuck. Yeah. Fuck, I’ve got to. He’s too fucking hot to leave him standing on his own like that. I have to do something about it. Also, I better not mention that I’m Gary’s twin sister.”

Bridget threw her an agreeing look.

After a moment of steeling herself, Delilah cast a wink to Bridget and then she headed over. She grabbed a full champagne glass on her way, her sight and mission on one thing and one thing only. She clocked the moment he spotted her coming; he must have seen her out of the corner of his eye.

In an instant he was standing up straight, eyes locked on hers, wearing a smile that lit up his face. It was infectious and Delilah was smiling brightly, her sexy smoulder having slipped off, by the time she got to the bar next to him.

Delilah put on hand on the bar to support herself as she squared up to him confidently. They were standing intimately close to one another, less like strangers and very much like that was the last thing they wanted to be with one another.

“I don’t know you,” Delilah said, breaking the ice the simplest way she could.

There was a flash of something behind his eyes before as smooth as butter he replied, “Is this you saying you want to? Cause I wouldn’t say no to that.”

“I guess so. I’m Delilah, what about yourself?” she asked.

He held his hand out for her to shake. When her warm fingers circled his, he replied, “Bruno. It’s nice meeting you, Delilah. How many ‘What’s it like in New York City?’ jokes can I get in before it’s too many?”

“One less than two, so I guess your quota is already up unfortunately,” she replied, jokingly sympathetic before letting out a small laugh.

“No worries,” he grinned, leaning onto the bar next to her hand, getting more comfortable. “I’m a professional fool, so making jokes is my speciality, and I get the feeling you’ve heard all the New York jokes before.”

Delilah nodded. “And it only gets worse when I say that working in New York is my dream.”

Bruno winced with much exaggeration. In a pained, strained tone he said, “That’s so cool, I don’t have any jokes in my fodder for this, so it’s fine, totally cool.”

She couldn’t help laughing. As Delilah eased up next to him she realised she wanted nothing more than to be charmed by him. “I solemnly swear to make no jokes regarding not talking about you, in solidarity.”

“That’s like half my material now,” Bruno said, deadpan. When Delilah laughed hard, he joined in, his eyes sparkling as he watched her. “I’m kidding ─ about that part, not about the jokester thing. I’m actually a comedian. Part-time.”

“Well, you’ve successfully made me laugh the whole conversation, but it’s been about what, thirty seconds?”

“I’m just glad I don’t have you laughing after thirty seconds for a whole other reason.”

Again, Delilah was left laughing hard. She pressed a hand to his chest, not wanting to move away, realising how badly she wanted to get closer to him.

“Let me get another round in,” Bruno said, flagging down Thea. He popped his near empty pint glass down closer to her as she approached and Delilah let her hand trail to Bruno’s waist as they both faced into the bar, the small sliver of space between them quickly eaten up. Bruno’s arm fell over her shoulders and he seemed to be ignoring the weirdly pointed look Thea was giving him. “Another pint please, Thee,” he said, the little nickname for her clueing Delilah in that they obviously knew each other.

A swirl of jealousy quickly ebbed away as Delilah paid close attention to the smile fighting in the corner of Thea’s mouth. Thea surely wouldn’t be even mildly happy to see Bruno flirting with her if there was anything going on there. They were friends at the very least.

Bruno looked at Delilah. “And what do you fancy?”

“A tall glass of water,” she said, eyeing him right up as she did, but quickly Delilah moved on, leaving him with a puffed-up chest and a little more package in his pants than a second before. “I’ll have a red wine please, Thea.”

“Sure thing, Delilah,” Thea said before getting busy.

While she worked on their drinks, Bruno asked, “Oh, so you know Thee?”

Delilah shrugged. “Not overly. What about you?”

“Yeah, we’re mates,” he said. “Do you want a seat?” He offered the one just behind him.

“You take that one,” she said, giving him a gentle shove onto it before she turned to the person on the nearest stool behind her. It was occupied, but she wasn’t fussed. “Uncle Graham, I need this seat,” she told him in a sweet voice that was used to getting its own way.

With a harumph, Uncle Graham got up and took his pint with him. Delilah shuffled the stool close to Bruno’s as he edged himself back up to her. They hadn’t lost any of their before intimacy, with their legs tuned in to face one another, Delilah’s planted between Bruno’s wide open ones. He laid one hand down her thigh, ever so gently, his fingers brushing up her tight fabric of her dress.

Thea handed them their drinks with a knowing smile before getting back to the other patrons.

“So, how do you know the happy couple?” Delilah asked. She wanted to keep talking to him, and was happy to spend the rest of the night in his company.

“I, uh,” Bruno started, “I don’t really know them that well, truth be told. I know, uh, Bridget?” He said her name with so much uncertainty. “The bride, right?”

Delilah smiled knowingly. “Yup, Bridge is our lovely Bride today, and I’m Gary’s sister.” There was a nod from Bruno but no recognition behind his eyes at the name, so Delilah smiled wider and told him, “The groom.”

And like that, Bruno gasped. “Oh, damn, your brother is the one getting married?”

Smiling and nodding at having got him caught up to speed with her, she graciously said, “Yes. Well, twin brother.”

“Damn, a twin. Well, if he’s identical to you then Bridget is one lucky lady.”

Chuckling once more, Delilah said, “Oh stop it, you,” with a grin that wasn’t going to leave anytime soon, “but don’t really.”

“Gladly,” he vouched, subtly inching that bit closer until Delilah’s knees weren’t just pressed up against him, but beginning to more accurately be sat on him.

And that’s when her own name pierced through the bubble they were in; sharp and foreboding, there was only one creature on this earth who could have made Delilah’s blood run cold like that, who could have made the hairs on her arm stand on end.

“Lilah,” Juliet screeched, barrelling through the crowd despite their attempts to part for her one-woman stampede.

Groaning internally, Delilah tried not to look like she’d be okay with the ground swallowing her up. Or that she’d rather it swallowed her mother up. She couldn’t help the small grind of her teeth however, and greeted her mother with as much enthusiasm as she would greet her high-school bully. So there was really no difference.

Juliet strode on over with her nose high in the air like she was hunting by smell. Voice high-pitched, she took Bruno in with an exaggerated sweep, showing exactly what she thought of his patterned shirt and jeans, as she asked Delilah distastefully, “Who’s this?”

Bruno got to his feet and extended his hand politely towards Juliet. “Um, I’m Bruno. Bruno Kaminski. Lovely to meet you.”

“Who are you?” Juliet asked, barely letting more than the tips of her fingers touch his hand. Once she let go, she took a moment to glance around until her eyes fell on a napkin on the bar. With a lot of animation, she made a show of wiping her hand on it before leaving the crumpled piece on the bar for someone else to clean up.

As Delilah pretended not to notice Bruno wiping his sweaty hand down his jeans, she answered for him, hoping to take the majority of her mother’s attention. “Bruno, mum. He’s a… friend.”

She was wary of explaining that Bruno was wedding crashing in case Juliet had him thrown out. She knew Bridget and Gary would be cool with it, but would rather stop the scene from happening at all.

Immediately Juliet was on it. She threw out at them all her whims and thoughts with rapid fire, not allowing either Delilah or Bruno a minute to think. “What type of friend? I’ve never heard you talking about any ‘Bruno’ before. You can’t just invite whoever you like to your brother’s wedding. Why haven’t you let me meet him before? This isn’t how you introduce a boy to the family, Lilah. What will your Nan think? What will Bridget think? This is her wedding, she doesn’t want some random man here she’s never met before!”

“He’s just a friend, mum. We were just catching up.” Delilah’s words came out with far more exasperation than she’d meant.

“Couldn’t you have done it on any other of the three-hundred-and-sixty-four days of the year? Why do you have to do it on your brother’s time and money?”

Delilah’s tongue was poking sharply against the inside of her cheek as she stood there nodding along to her mother’s words, too bridled with heat to allow herself to listen to more.

Before Delilah could reply, Juliet fired at Bruno, her head bobbing a little too patronisingly, and asked him, “And what exactly is it that you do, Bruno?”

The way she said it sounded a lot like she expected him to say he was unemployed and made it clear how she thought about that.

“I’m a comedian ─” He began, but the quick way Juliet’s ire turned to a condescending scoff left him floundering.

Juliet said nothing more to him, but threw a look at her daughter. “Come on, darling, Bridget said they’re going to cut the cake and I said I would find you and River.”

She strode back off without checking that Delilah was following. She wasn’t. Instead Delilah turned to Bruno, feeling both embarrassed and deflated.

“Sorry about her, she can be a bit of a dragon,” Delilah said.

“Hey, no worries,” Bruno said, his smile obviously forced and for her benefit. “If anything, being confronted by a scary mother the first time I meet the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen is really good for my stand-up. Having said that, please tell me your dad isn’t half as scary as your mum.”

“Is it more or less awkward if I tell you my dad left before I ever really knew him?”

“Um I’m gonna hedge with more awkward,” Bruno said, smacking his lips and hissing through his teeth. “I could make it worse with an inappropriate joke, but I try not to lean into that stuff.”

“Would you do it just for me?”

He took her hands and held her close. With joking endearment, he told her, “I would do anything for you, Delilah. Name it.”

Delilah realised she was fluttering her lashes, a flurry of something both light and heavy whirling within her as Bruno held her. It was easy to look into his blue eyes and have the world around them wash away. He really was beautiful, and he hadn’t been scared off by Juliet which was a rarity.

“Kiss me,” she said.

His lips split into a smile, the corners curling up to his eyes, making him look serene. “What was that?” He asked like he hadn’t quite heard her.

“I said kiss me, Bruno Kaminski.”

RIVER: clandestine meetings

Upstairs was nothing but a dark room with a chair, a double bed and a small bathroom.

Against her better judgement, River allowed Noah to take her by the hand and lead the way through the empty employees' passage, the both of them sneaking onto the second floor between giggles and kisses. Every time her mind would scream at her for getting herself into trouble and try to convince her of leaving, Noah would kiss her shoulder or bite her earlobe, making her body want to stay.

In the end, she listened to her body, letting her mind get foggier and foggier each time Noah touched her in a way that friends shouldn't. The dull reminder that he had a wife was long gone from her mind just as the physical reminder was gone from his finger. Now it was her coat hanging on a chair, her bare feet on the wooden floor, her hand pulling him by the tie and her dress rolled too high up for them to play innocent.

He pressed her against the wall and that's when River was done for. Her hands had a mind of their own, finishing untying his already loose tie and teasingly undoing every single button of his shirt. You should stop, the voice in her head told her again, but she dismissed it as soon as she felt the warmth of his bare chest brushing her nipples through her silky dress. She could breathe, feel, taste him — he was everywhere, raising her pulse and making her want him more.

Exploring her skin and curves as if it was the first time he had ever touched someone else, Noah's hand ran along her body. They fell back to her hips, sliding lower, and at the same time, he pulled from the kiss, panting. Their eyes locked and River could see a fire in his hazel eyes that for sure mirrored her own. With ease, he hauled her up, carrying her to the bed on the other side of the room before lowering her onto the mattress.

His lips found her neck at the same time his fingertips found her zipper. He carefully slid it down, freeing her frame as she pulled her straps down and took her dress off, revealing her bare breast to his sight. She threw it on the floor, not minding at all where it would fall, watching as his hungry eyes took her in again. 

"You are so fucking beautiful," he told her in a soft whisper, almost as if he was trying to wrap his head around the thought that she was real. He held her hand, bringing her wrist to his lips and leaving kisses as he trailed up her arm.

When he glanced back at her, River's breath caught in her throat, a feeling of pure bliss pouring through her. She had never seen someone looking at her like that. Noah's eyes were filled with a desire that could burn her skin if she would let it, almost as if he was physically incapable of paying attention to anything that wasn't her. She felt his hand grab her thigh and his thumb nonchalantly caressing its inner side, sending shivers down her back. Had she ever felt so wanted, she couldn't remember when.

"Come here," she said, grabbing him by the chin and bringing him in for another kiss, this time more desperately. She parted her lips and her legs, bringing them to each of his sides, letting him take up all the space between them both. His hands moved again, this time with purpose. He made a trail towards her breasts, cupping them and rolling her already hard nipples between his fingers. She bit his lower lip, breaking off the kiss with a giggle before fluttering her eyes shut and hanging her head back, displaying herself to him fully.

He took pleasure in it, she thought, when his lips followed the path of his hands. River had a hand behind herself, holding her in position, and the other on Noah's hair. She felt his lips lowering down, briskly kissing the tattoo under her breast as if it was calling to him, making her skin tingle. A plea drew out of her in the shape of a moan, prompting Noah's fingertips to dig deeper into her skin, holding her tougher, and his lips got quicker.

Lower and lower, his kisses were now hot and wet on her skin. He teased her inner thigh, biting and sucking in order to leave a mark, so damn recklessly that it made her gasp. An almost chuckle flew out of him but it died out forthwith as soon as he moved his thumb over her underwear.

She bucked her hips, allowing him to take her last piece of clothing off. Soon enough he was hovering over her centre again, his breath already enough to make her shudder. She could not remember the last time she wanted something as bad as she wanted him and, when he finally took her by his mouth, she was sure she had seen stars.

His tongue parted her open, inciting a hum of approval as her eyes rolled back. She pulled him by his hair but that didn't stop the teasing of his flickery tongue. Instead, it instigated a torturous pace of circles and patterns on her clit. She gasped, pushing him down to her and grasping the sheets.

"Oh, fuck," she whined and he groaned in response, sending waves of heat to her core. One of his rough hands pressed her thighs again, before moving to her entrance, while the other prompted her legs to spread even wider. 

Bringing his eyes back to hers, he pushed a finger inside, unleashing a long, high moan out of her as she closed her eyes shut. He pumped in and out, lips still working on her clit, and she rolled her hips against his face, matching his own pace.

"Noah," River called for him and she could swear to god she felt him smile.

She gasped when a second finger joined the other. He curled them, striking exactly where she wanted him most, turning her into a whimpering mess. "Fuck, fuck, ffffuckkkk…" She felt the pressure build and build, pushing his head onto her and rolling her hips harder.

And then it burst and she collapsed, as an explosion took over her body in the shape of tiny spasms and her groan broke the silence. If the sound was too loud, Noah didn't mind. He worked her through her peak and back down, again and again, until there was nothing else to her than crying moans and trembling legs.

He climbed back to her lips, kissing her softly. River kissed him back, arms surrounding his neck and bringing him closer. She could still feel her muscles twitching when he broke the kiss off, crawling out of the bed so he could take off the rest of his clothes.

River propped herself on her elbows, tilting her head and combing her hair to the side. "Are you planning to strip for me?" She taunted, wetting her lips with her tongue to a smirk that Noah mirrored.

"We will have to keep that for next time," he chuckled, turning away from her to grab a condom by the nightstand.

Next time? River wondered, suddenly aware that this, what they had, might never happen again. That she would never feel so wanted, so desired again. A need for him filled her and she crawled to him, moving out of the bed and standing behind him on her tiptoes, kissing his toned figure with more than passion… she had affection, kissing his neck and scratching his back, watching as goosebumps formed beneath her touch.

"Is everything ok?" He asked her in a whisper, almost as if he was too afraid of breaking their spell.

"Sit down," she whispered back.

She pulled him carefully to sit in front of her, eyes running up and down his body. Holding him by his chin, she raised his face, exposing his neck to her kisses once again as she positioned her knees on each side of his thighs, straddling him.

He engulfed her, hands grabbing her ass as hers held his face. She kissed him, positioning herself before pressing his tip on her centre. "Fuck," he groaned between kisses. Tantalised, she slowly slid down, the delicious stretch of him inside her inciting a moan out of her that matched a groan of his own as he rested his forehead against her skin. "You feel so good…"

River never thought she was one to enjoy the praise but having Noah like that had set her body on fire. She ran her fingers through her hair, flipping it back so he could see her wholly as she started moving her hips. She held him by the knees, supporting herself so she could lean back and reach the perfect spot.

Tiny whimpers mixed with his name escaped her mouth as if that was the only sound she could make right now. That must have turned on a switch inside Noah because he carelessly brought her closer, not minding the sudden roughness of his motions, took one of her breasts to his mouth and used his hand to grab the other, rolling her nipple against his palm, never once faulting her gaze.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she cried out, over and over again, trying to keep the pace but it had turned sloppy, her legs feeling weaker and weaker. Taking control, Noah thrust deep inside her, building and building the pressure again, until…

He pulled out. River protested with a loud groan but he left her breasts and grabbed her hair, pushing her to another kiss. She whined, hips searching for him again. Instead of giving her what she wanted, though, Noah slapped her ass and cupped it, fingers finding her centre and parting her again, replacing his cock.

"Noooo," she whimpered.

"What do you want, Riv?" He curled his fingers while still stroking her. "Tell me…"

"Fuck you," she soughed. He had stopped the movements completely now, raising one eyebrow, and she groaned again, moving her hips into his fingers. Prick, she thought of saying, but it took one touch of him to ignite her soul again. He could convince her of everything, so she had to relent. "Fuck me."

"Look at me." He held her by her chin, pressing her cheeks. His voice implied everything but that this was a question. She obeyed him, snapped her blue eyes at him and watched her messy reflection on them. "Beg for it."

He let the grip on her face and pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her empty and missing his touch, even if she could still feel him everywhere. River leaned forward, with her lips right next to his ear. Two could play this game and she was fucking good at it.

"Please, Noah, fuck me," she said, each and every word pronounced carefully. "Just like I know you've been wanting for months now."

“All fours. Bed. Now, ” he muttered under his breath.

With a bite on his earlobe, she diligently obeyed him, positioning herself face down, ass up, legs almost shaking as she bit down her lower lip in anticipation, a smirk playing on it just with the thought of him behind her. Yet, when she felt the heat from his hand slamming her cheeks, she couldn’t refrain from the whine that flowed from her throat.

“Good girl,” he commended behind her. She could hear the absolutely pleased grin he had on his lips and she hated how much that turned her on. In a silent supplication, she arched her back more and more, close to begging him to be back inside her.

He rested his hand over her ass in a tight grip while the other dug deep on one side of her hips. Her heart hammered in her chest and she leaned back again, hips moving on their own accord. She felt the pressure of his tip against her core once more and parted her legs to his pleasure before he pushed inside her steadily.

“Fuck, so tight…” he gasped over her moan. And if he had been gentle before, that was long lost as soon as he started thrusting inside her. He was merciless, so hard and so fast River doubted she would last more than a few seconds without breaking. Even so, she didn’t want him to stop. 

She brought a hand to her mouth, trying desperately to keep quiet so they wouldn’t get caught — or, even worse, interrupted. However, Noah had other plans. He didn’t seem to care about the sound. Instead, he slowed his pace down and reached for her arm, bringing one after the other to her back, keeping them locked behind her.

“I wanna hear you,” he told her before slamming her ass with his hand again, drawing a loud, breathless whimper out of her and raising the tempo of his thrusts. He pushed her face into the sheets, each thrust making the fabric brush against her nipples.

“God, Noah,” she muttered. “Ffffuckkkk.”

His hand let her arms free only to take her hair hostage this time. He took hold of it, pulling her by her strands so she would be kneeling, her back almost touching his chest. She turned to face him, his other hand pulling one of her legs up, reaching deeper. 

“Yes!” She cried out, nodding desperately. “Right there, just like that. Oh, my god.”

She gasped, feeling the pressure build again, more and more and more… until it crashed onto her, a loud, lustful sound coming from her chest and falling from her lips. She could feel him everywhere, deep inside her as he kept thrusting, riding her through her climax. Hands holding her together when her legs were about to fail her. Breath against her ear getting sharper and sharper as he followed her over the edge. Fingertips sunk on her skin when he finally unloaded inside her.

River ran her fingers through her hair, sweat dripping from its ends as it moved away from her chest. She could barely keep herself steady, legs trembling. There was silence for an instant, only broken by the sounds of their breaths out of their compass. 

“Fuck,” he gasped.

River tried to catch her breath and leaned against his chest as her own moved up and down, synching the beat of her heart. “You can say that again.”

He laughed, hands relaxing as he turned her to face him properly and brought her to a kiss, much sweeter than the others. She circled his neck, smiling into the kiss, and he reflected her movements, embracing her waist with his arms.

Noah broke the kiss off, resting his forehead against hers, and looking down at her body. His thumb caressed her underboob tattoo again, tingling her skin.

“I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit,” he read out loud, looking up at her. “Dorian Gray.” She nodded, and he smirked, kissing her softly again.

“It’s pretty accurate if you ask me."

THEA: good friends

Watching the party that was still going in full-swing on the dancefloor, Thea shook her head a little, an indulgent smile pulled at her lips. She didn’t mind pitching in and working the bar when fucking Rocco left them in the lurch on such short notice. There were two bartenders from the catering service helping with the fancy cocktails, but all the beer and shots were coming out of The Sterling and they needed someone to keep an eye on everything. Naturally, Thea had volunteered.

She grabbed her phone and looked at the texts she’d exchanged with her fiancée a while ago when she’d let her know she would probably be working until very late ─ or very early, depending on how one looked at it. Talia had replied commiserating on her situation:

Tals ❤️: if it makes you feel better I’m also working on my deadline mess well into the night xx

Thea: look at us such a hardworking couple xx

She put her phone away and got back to serving drinks, but it wasn’t long before she saw one of her colleagues walking through the crowd towards her. The Asian girl with bright red hair had left a few hours ago after the reception dinner as she’d had other plans for the evening, so Thea was surprised to see her making her way behind the counter.

“Hey, girl.” Thea said with a smile and a somewhat confused frown. “What’re you doing here? I thought you had a date or something.”

“I did,” Gabi replied with a sigh. “But he’s not replying to any of my texts or calls for a few hours now.”

“Is he that idiot you found out was married?” Thea raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Separated actually, and he’s getting a divorce.” The other woman clarified with a roll of her eyes. “But yeah, I should’ve known not to get my hopes up. Anyway, I figured instead of sitting at home feeling dejected I’d pop in here and help you out.”

“Aww you didn’t have to do that,” Thea said with a smile, giving her a quick side hug.

“It’s not all out of the kindness of my heart,” Gabi said with a light laugh. “I figure if that fucker’s gonna ghost me I might as well try my luck with one of Bridget’s uni friends.” She gave her a wink then nudged her hip with her own. “Now go on, have some fun at the party, you’ve worked enough for the night.”

Thea thanked her with a bright smile. She quickly mixed up two cocktails then came out from behind the counter and made a beeline for the bride, who was practically the centre of attention as she danced and laughed with everyone around her. She loved Bridget, as she was not only a good boss but her friend, and there was no one with quite her infectious energy and good humour.

“Hey, babes!” Thea greeted her with a bright smile as she swept one arm across her back and shoulders, careful not to spill the drinks.

“Honey-Tee!” Bridget beamed back as she swayed a little and threw her own arms around her. “You’re finally here! Come dance with me!”

“You can thank Gabi for that, she came to relieve me of bar duty for a bit.” The taller woman said with a small laugh even as she gave her a one-arm hug back before pulling back to look at her face. “By the way, here.” She said, offering one of the drinks in her hands.

“Ughhh, you’re the absolute sweetest!” Bridget said, taking the glass and immediately sucking on the straw. “You and Gabi are the best, I can’t believe you had to work tonight. You were supposed to be partying with me!”

“Yeah, we should’ve known we couldn’t count on Rocco,” she replied with a small of her eyes, causing the bride to huff loudly. “But don’t worry, I’m having my share of fun.”

“You should be having way more fun. You know what? That’s it, I’m firing his ass,” Bridget declared with a solemn look that was completely ridiculous when paired with her inebriated state.

“Don’t make any decisions while you’re drunk,” Thea cautioned her with a laugh.

“I’m not that drunk,” Bridget countered, her nose wrinkling up in protest. “And don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing, coming over and tricking me into drinking a virgin mojito!”

Thea gasped theatrically at that. “I would never!”

“I’ve been mixing drinks for a decade, Honey-Tee! You can’t trick me!” She countered, wagging a finger back at her, but she was still smiling and sucking on the straw of her drink despite her protests.

She snickered back a little. “I know you had cake, but that was hours ago. You need some sugar to go with all that booze. Trust me, you’re gonna thank me later when you get to the honeymoon suite, babes.” Thea said with a salacious wink, causing her friend to burst into giggles.

“Oh God,” Bridget huffed out, then she stepped closer and cupped her hand around her ear, lowering her voice ─ but probably not as much as she thought she was. Thankfully the loud music around them made it unlikely that anyone else heard her next words. “What if I told you I already had my way with Gary in my office?”

“I’d say it’s nothing less than I would expect from you two,” Thea said with a laugh, shaking her head a little.

“As if you wouldn’t! And by the way, where’s that gorgeous fiancée of yours?”

“Hey, you just got married!”

“I still have eyes!”

“Eh, can’t really blame you, she’s ridiculously fit.”

“You two are such a hot couple!”

They laughed, dancing around and joking easily with each other. Thea got easily swept into the partying and as she looked around she couldn’t help but notice that it was a while now since she’d last seen her best friend and the Maid of Honour.

Hmmm interesting.

DELILAH: sparkling

Bruno kissed her in the main room; he kissed her out in the back hallway; they kissed up against the door to the apartment that wouldn’t open; he kissed her as they made their way outside, through the fire escape and into the empty car park, under the stars as they sparkled in the dark sky, coming out to make the evening more enchanted than it already was.

There was a confidence in his kiss that she knew was only part alcohol; the slow, deliberate movements of a man who knew precisely what he was doing. It only made her want him more, urging him closer with her legs around his waist. Even without the hard bulge in his jeans, she could tell he wanted her just as badly, the desperate squeeze of his fingers into her thighs making her see stars with each subtle grind of his hips.

She could fuck him right there, against the car park wall, the risk of being caught making it ever the more exciting, but she wanted him exposed. She wanted to see all of him, not just a peek of him through his zipper. She wanted his naked chest to hers, his hands on her body; she wanted those delicious lips to part as she stripped for him, showing her just how badly he wanted her. 

As if he was right there in her imagination, he groaned deeply into the kiss, gently biting her lip, and dropping his lips to her neck. Delilah moaned a soft approval, twisting her hand through his hair as his lips hungrily grazed over her skin.

“Get in the car,” she whispered, and he let one of her legs fall back to the ground. 

With a final thrust up against her, he groaned back, “Yes, ma’am.”

Delilah bit back a grin, realising how much she liked it. It was insanely cold out; her bare skin was freckled in goose pimples, her nipples hard through the soft material of her dress. She delighted in the way Bruno eyed them as she made her way to the one car she knew was never locked.

It was Bobby’s but she knew he wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon. He wouldn’t leave early for anything, so they had as much time as she dared. Still, Delilah wasn’t about to waste any time. Not when she had Bruno and her thighs were burning this hot.

Delilah couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this overcome by lust, but he just looked so damn good. His hair was unruly from her wandering hands, his lips swollen, his once-sparkling eyes now darkened by his own imagination. His weight on top of her after they climbed into the backseat was more intoxicating than anything she’d had to drink that night, as was the feeling of his breath on her skin as he resumed his trail of kisses down her neck. 

Her hand moved on its own, edging between their bodies as he rocked against her, deftly undoing his jeans, and slipping into his underwear. They breathed a coordinated moan, his in pleasure, hers in delight at his positively glorious size. She gently rolled her hand over his tip, teasing him, and she felt his kisses on her neck slow to a stop. Bruno must’ve liked what she was doing, because he’d lost all concentration, his needy groans heavy in her ear as she flirted her hand up and down his length.

“God,” he whispered, brushing his lips gently against her cheek. “That feels so good.”

Her pace quickened like her heart rate, watching his eyes flutter shut as she stroked him. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his as he groaned his approval into her. But in place of the passionate, controlled kisses, these were ravenous, biting at her lip, before hungrily kissing down her neck once more. 

Bruno's hand moved back to her thigh, and he wasn’t gentle, pushing her dress up to her hips and sliding his hand between them. He didn’t hesitate to move her underwear aside, masterfully circling his fingers around her clit as he softly groaned at her wetness. He pressed one, then two inside her, and Delilah tried to talk herself out of replacing them with his cock. She still had her hand wrapped around him, so she matched his pace, letting him control the speed as they moved in unison.

Suddenly, a light flicked on, and Bruno’s head shot up. 

“Someone’s coming,” he gasped. 

“Is it you?” Delilah teased, as he shot her a playfully disapproving look.

“No,” he laughed, dropping his head back down to her shoulder, trying to stay out of view.

Still giggling away, Delilah muttered out, “Fuck. If we get caught─”

Before she could even finish ─ what a habit that was becoming ─ Bruno added, “How far is your place?”

THEA: crash & burn

Damn those drinks and Bridget’s comments for getting me all hot and bothered.

Thea sent Talia a quick text letting her know she was on her way. Earlier when she’d thought she would have to stay until the party ended she’d let her fiancée know she would crash at her own apartment, but now she had other plans in mind. And she was certain Talia wouldn’t have any objections.

What is it with everyone ghosting everyone today? 

She couldn’t help but think with a silly chuckle to herself when she got no reply to her text. But maybe Talia had gone to bed already so she tried calling her when she got close to her place. There was no reply, but Thea was unconcerned, thinking of all the fun ways she could wake her up in the middle of the night.

She let herself in using her key, frowning a little in surprise at finding all the lights on in the front hall and in the living room. “She cannot possibly still be working…” Thea murmured softly to herself as she left her bag on the coat hanger by the door and turned her wrist to check the time on her watch.

She wondered if maybe Talia was handling a bigger publishing emergency than she’d thought. She passed by the empty office where she could see clear signs that she’d been working until recently, as her laptop was still open next to a mug of coffee and several papers that littered the desk. As she absentmindedly walked through the apartment in search of her, Thea suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway as her foot caught on something. A shoe.

A man’s shoe.

What happened next was like an out-of-body experience. She could feel her heart thumping loudly in her chest and an icy feeling rushing down her spine, chilling her to the bones. She felt hot and cold at once, and she was suddenly hyper-aware, as she could feel the blood rushing through her veins even though her vision seemed a little blurry at the edges. She felt rooted to the spot for what seemed like ages, then her legs moved almost of their own accord as she continued down the hall. She barely blinked when she saw a jacket thrown on the floor in front of the closed bedroom door.

The roar in her ears was so loud that surely other people would be able to hear it and it took her a moment to register the noises coming from inside the room: soft moans, gasped words and little creaks of the mattress that pierced through the fog clouding over her mind. It didn’t seem real as she stepped forward and pushed the door open, the sight that met her eyes, something she’d never thought possible.

“Oh god, oh god…” She could hear her voice, that voice that she loved so much, in the same tone that always managed to spread out tendrils of pleasure over her own body at the thought that she was the one causing that reaction, but that now only pierced through Thea’s heart like a dagger.

“Oh my god!” Another, more gravelly, voice suddenly exclaimed in alarm as green eyes met Thea’s dark ones and she finally snapped out of it.

She turned away and headed down the hallway aimlessly as she heard muttered curses and a scramble of movement back in the bedroom. Thea turned this way and that but she still wasn’t sure what she was doing. She felt like she was going to be sick.

“Thea, oh my god, babe.” Talia said as she came out of the bedroom wrapping a robe around her. “I swear, it’s not what it seems.”

“It’s not─” Thea stuttered as she drew up short and turned to look at her. “It’s not what it seems?! Talia, I just caught you riding a man into fucking oblivion on your bed! What the fuck is that supposed to be?”

The other woman flinched at her words as she tied a haphazard knot at her waist and reached her hands forward, but Thea stepped back out of her reach. “What I mean is that I never meant to do this, I don’t know how this happened─”

“You don’t know how this happened? For fuck’s sake Talia, you don’t just fall on some guy’s dick like you’re taking a walk and trip down on a sidewalk!”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking─”

“You weren’t─!” She turned around, running a hand through her hair and caught sight of the hastily dressed man as he snuck past them down the hallway, stooping to retrieve his shoe. “And you! How could you do this? You knew she was in a relationship with someone, you knew we were engaged!”

He stopped, his pained green eyes avoiding her accusing stare as he glanced away, one hand rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Yeah I─ I’m sorry, you’re right.” He let out a sigh then raised his eyes to her. “I don’t have any excuses, it just happened…”

“It just happened.” Thea repeated in a cold tone as she crossed her arms over her chest, as if she could protect herself with the gesture, but at the same time she wanted to face him, she wanted him to know she wasn’t letting him off the hook, either. “You just happened to fuck her? Your own boss, Suresh?”

He grimaced and looked away again, making a vague gesture over his shoulder. “Look, I think I should leave you to─”

“Yeah, you should. Get the fuck out of my sight.” She didn’t care if this was Talia’s place, she couldn’t stand being around him anymore.

He slinked away down the hallway and they barely heard the front door close as Talia kept on supplicating and trying to explain how they had come to this, but Thea kept pacing away, out of her reach as her eyes burned and she felt like a scream was trapped in her throat. She wanted to rage, she wanted to break things, she wanted to fall asleep and wake up to realise this was nothing but a terrible nightmare.

But it couldn’t be a nightmare. This pain was too real. It was stealing her breath, suddenly flaring into anger then simmering down into despair before cycling back over as the tears spilled from her eyes. And she knew deep down in her heart that for as much as she’d loved Talia before this had happened, there was nothing she could say that would fix this now. It was a line that couldn’t be uncrossed and Thea would never trust her again.

And if she couldn’t trust her…

“I have to go.” She said, her voice suddenly calm as a few silent tears still coursed down her cheeks and fell to the floor, but she finally felt like she could breathe now and she knew this was it.

“Thea, please, we can talk about it. We can work this out. You have to let me show you how sorry I am and make it up to you, because I am so sorry─”

“It doesn’t matter.” Thea interrupted her with a half-shrug, a resigned expression on her face. “It’s over, Talia. We’re over.”

The other woman let out an anguished sob, as if she could hear the finality in her voice. Talia’s hands trembled as she reached out to her, but once again Thea stepped away and didn’t let her touch her. She removed the ring from her left hand, placing it on top of the kitchen counter before she grabbed her bag and walked out the door.

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[okashiras]

wrote a long-ass embarrassing semi-incoherent draft that i’m just gonna summarize for everyone’s (mostly my own) sake. 

this is the first season where the writing didn’t have an intent to make us root against steve as nancy’s love interest. 

season 1: the last scene with steve begins with a shot of the ever useless ted wheeler dozing on a couch then the camera pans to reveal steve waiting on the other couch for nancy, with the intent of making them mirror each other (which doesn’t even make sense but anyway). and nancy staying with him reinforces what is repeatedly said about her in s1 (and 2? idr) about her need to retreat to safety, and the audience is expected to groan at this and to stay tuned for the next part of the story where she can finally get with the other guy.

season 2: rushed (and badly written and much debated in fandom) breakup. the writing made steve call himself a “pretty shitty boyfriend” so nancy can finally get with jonathan. he gives one last lingering look at nancy -- probably regret, probably longing, probably moving on. maybe we’ll pick this storyline up again. who knows! we don’t really know what to do with steve anymore so we’re just putting him in these side storylines. what do you mean he got popular?

season 3: steve loser era! working minimum wage and couldn’t get chicks. also said he didn’t love nancy anymore, so that’s over! but the new girl he finds himself liking turns out to be gay so who knows! we didn’t really mean for him to get this far. that’s why he’s in these little side quests. we can’t really make him interact with nancy because how will that even go down? wait, he got even more popular? even with the ridiculous outfit? anyway, jonathan/nancy is a great partnership, right? a relationship built on “shared trauma” is good and not weird.

season 4: steve has finally beat the loser allegation and is ready for love now. nancy pretends to be fine but is having relationship troubles. they team up and the sparks are still there. a few important characters hint that maybe they should get back together. moreover, eddie tells steve he is a good guy, that dustin thinks he’s a badass, and that nancy loves him. 

coming into s4, i’ve posted about my suspicion that the writers have been doing retcons and course corrections in order to set up the final season. and that includes cutting their losses and refocusing on what actually works in the series. and because steve is arguably the breakout character of the show, it seems to me like they finally allowed steve to take his place as a central part of the story. that entails tackling his original tie to the story in the first place: nancy. which means the writers had to take his feelings for nancy seriously this time. 

i think the resistance to make steve a proper contender for love interest is that the duffers did not even intend to keep him alive past season 1. (sidebar: i remember in beyond stranger things, when the cast members were saying which ship they’re rooting for, millie bobby brown said “stancy, all the way” then i think one of the brothers replied “bold”?? lol!) but this interview also suggests they’re open to allowing the story evolve as informed by the characters’ journey, etc. i think it’s very telling that they mentioned steve as the perfect example here and even called him a “lead” in season 4, supporting what i said about them maybe taking steve more seriously this season lol.

there are definitely pros and cons to sticking to an original vision vs adapting according to what’s happening in the story. but i’m not here to let myself get bothered about that!! i’m just here to sit like a hunched little gargoyle and eat my meal!!!! 🖕😜🖕

#stancy #st blogging

[msfbgraves]

So um, can we get a little scene with Daniel and Terry during his “Luna heat”? Daniel is described as looking and being extra lovely at this time. I bet Terry went even more insane than usual!

Insane or inspired, Nonnie?

Impossible.

It's completely impossible.

Yet Yasmin makes a determined little face.

“He told me to come get you,” she repeats, “because he was in heat!”

No time to explain that with six puppies, Mama already has two more pups than the average litter, so it must be something else – drugs?

“Is anybody else behaving differently, babygirl? Did you get a doctor?”

“Mama said to come get you,” she says, a little panicked at the mention of a doctor. “Sam's gone to get nonna -”

“Did she take -”

“Yes Daddy and I took Dutch, Eli and Bobby have gone for auntie Betsy and uncle John and Mama told me to -”

“Yasmin. Who is with Mama right now?”

“Snake and Dennis, but Daddy, hurry!”

None of these are physicians, but he trusts Lucille and Betsy to call for one regardless. No, he needs to find out who has breached security and tampered with his mate.

“You stay here with Dutch, baby,” he says. “Don't let him near the drink, tell Susan I said so. Uncle John will come get you soon.” Home is not a safe space for her right now. She looks pale, so he ruffles her head for one second before he grabs his hat and weapons. “You did good, baby. Keep making Daddy proud today, OK? I'm counting on you!”

He'll run. He knows it'll be faster than any mode of transport known to man.

What poisons simulate heats?!

He's home soon, drenched in a thin layer of sweat, and greeted by Betsy. “Where's John, darlin?”

“Oh, I sent him out,” she says, a half smile on her lips.

He can't harm John's mate, not even with his own in danger. “You what.”

“No Alphas here for miles, Terry, love.”

OK. There's clearly someone messing with the very air, so absolute priorities first. “Where's Daniel?”

“He's in your quiet room. It's still well stocked, but Lucille has gone for some groceries she couldn't bring.”

He's not convinced, but her sweet touch calms him even then. “Go in and take a breath, Terry.” Then she winks. “If I can smell it...!”

It's... gorgeous.

It's different, too, soothed, balanced, contained in a way, several familiar scents mixing into something harmonious-

And all his.

Indeed, he nearly chokes up when he sees what awaits him in the quiet room. Ten year old- Sammy holding her Mama's hand, Robby mopping his brow. He's seen Eli and Gianni, inseperable as ever, outside of the door somewhere. Curled up in Daniel's lap, not a care in the world, is Anthony. Daniel's eyes are closed; he can see him take calm, measured breaths – but Terry can smell the gush of slick, staining the soft bathrobe he's been wrapped in, no doubt.

His mate nudges Anthony. “Look who's here!”

Anthony lazily opens one eye, but then cuddles back in with his Mama. Sammy's worried brown unfurries, and he wraps her into his arms. It dulls some of the itch in him, too, and he kisses her forehead. “Well done, darlin',” he says. “You've taken care of Mama perfectly.” Robby joins her, and he strokes his hair. “Good boy, Robby, love,” he whispers. “Daddy's proud of you!”

“Come on, everyone!” he hears Lucille from the doorway, as Betsy comes in with some extra food, wipes, and heat pads for Daniel. “Nonna!” Anthony calls, and up he sits, paying Daddy absolutely no mind. Terry is happy to see Gianni and Eli already clutching Lucille's hand. “Is Mama going to be OK?” Eli says, looking to his grandmother, Terry and Daniel.

Daniel opens his arms. “Come here, caro,” he says, and Terry walks over to his mate as his other pups are herded outside. “Go and take care of your baby brother for Mama, OK? That would make me very happy.”

Terry wraps his arms around them both, and the heat smell increases. God, he's not going to hold out long. But Eli needs his cuddle, he can see that much. Daniel looks to him as Eli buries his face at his Mama's chest. “Yasmin?”

“She'll be at John and Betsy's,” he says, nodding to Betsy, and Daniel's face relaxes.

“Our brave girl!”

One more kiss for Eli, and even he lets go, takes Betsy's hand. Lucille can hardly contain her grin as she closes the door. Immediately, Daniel falls into his arms. “Terry! Sweet Terry.”

“Shhh, I'm here,” he says, and now the smell is stronger, pumping up his blood. He licks his mate's bitemark, the taste spicy-sweet.

“Ah, God! So good!” But Daniel cuddles in closer, strokes his mate's face. “Oh, Terry, you ran.”

“Yes, mo cuishle.” He kisses him. “My love!”

Daniel pushes him down into the cushions. “Sit, sit! You need a drink! My strong man -”

Terry grabs his hand. “Daniel -”

Daniel strokes his face. “You need to rest, yes -”

He can't believe he's saying this, but his mate looks so resplendent, soft black locks falling into his face, eyes shining and impossibly deep. Golden skin smooth and glowing, lips plump and shiny, but he looks so kind, so impossibly good –

Terry doesn't deserve him.

“My heart,” he says. “Daniel, my love...”

“Shhh,” his mate says, kissing his cheek, “calm now, make yourself comfortable...”

“No.” There's tears in his eyes when he says this. “Daniel, I shouldn't.”

He smiles, showing his adorable bunny teeth. “Why?”

“We have six pups,” he says. “It is too soon – you've only just grown so strong, so -” he grabs him anyway. “Oh, God, you're beautiful!”

More kisses. “And you -”

“No, Daniel,” he says. “You need a rest, your body needs – you deserve... I – it would hurt...”

“No,” and now Daniel kisses him, strokes his face as if he were a mere pup, and has he ever done this, has he ever been this overwhelmingly soft –

“I miss you,” his mate whispers in his ear, and he looks up in disbelief. Daniel kisses him. “Oh, Terry. All these years... I didn't even know what it was. But this ache...”

“You're hurt?”

“In Sicily,” he whispers, breathless. “I thought that I felt my soul, and I lacked my pups, and then you were back, and our little firecracker grew inside me, close to my heart. And I healed, and then our pup was in my arms, and at my breast, and I was well -”

He rubs Daniel's back, kisses his cheek. “And you grew so beautiful -”

“I miss you inside me,” Daniel says. “Oh, sweet Alpha, all these years, you were in my body or my arms at all times... I've been so lonely...”

“Danny – my Danny boy – ” The sense that his sweet mate could miss him like that, it won't do, and it goes to his head completely. “If I'd known -”

“I didn't either,” Daniel says, and his cheeks are wet, and if Terry somehow is on drugs he couldn't be more OK with it. “ But Terry, I need... Please fill me...”

“Blood of my heart,” Terry whispers, delirious, as he undoes the bathrobe and kisses his neck. “Light... light of my soul...”

And they share kisses sweet as wine, sighs as soft as paradise.

#silverusso #knights and pawns #omegaverse #mob au