#i just wanna appreciate some women...and gifs are hard...

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worth the squeeze [s.h]

One. Worth Sticking Around For

↪︎ a Stranger Things/The Girl Next Door AU

Steve Harrington ✗ f!Reader

➺ w.c. 4.4k words ➺ tags/warning(s). no use of y/n, reader character uses she/her pronouns, sexual themes, nudity, skinny dipping, Steve's a lil bit of a perv ➺ a/n. I had this thought a couple weeks ago about writing a Girl Next Door AU with Steve and it was just too perfect to pass up despite my other ongoing wips. The plot isn't going to follow the movie exactly, but the main theme will be the same. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💚

When the most beautiful girl Steve's ever seen starts staying at his neighbor's house, he'd do anything to get to know her, even make a fool of himself for her.

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“I’m tellin’ you, Robin, I’m getting really tired of it,” Steve exclaimed as he drove her home after their shift at Family Video.

“Oh yeah, must be tough going on so many dates with sooo many beautiful women,” Robin scoffed, throwing him a wry look.

“Yeah, I mean, my sex life has never been better, but it’s like, maybe I want more than just sex, you know?” Steve continued as if he hadn’t heard her, gesturing animatedly with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel.

Robin lifted an eyebrow at him.  “You’re making it real hard to feel sorry for you,” she retorted dryly and Steve returned her flat stare with his own.

“I just wanna meet a girl that I genuinely like being around, I mean, in addition to having great sex with,” he added and Robin laughed.

“Maybe stop having sex on the first date then, Dingus,” she pointed out.

“Yeah yeah,” Steve muttered, knowing she had a point.  After his dry spell the year before, he’d been trying to make up for all the action he’d missed out on, but now… now he was starting to feel empty.  He wanted something meaningful.

Dropping Robin off, Steve headed home, turning onto the quiet street he’d lived all his life and pulled into the empty drive–his parents off on some business trip, leaving him the house all to himself.

Pushing open his car door, he noticed an unfamiliar car parked next door and frowned.  The older woman who lived there didn’t often have visitors.  Heading inside, he forgot about the car when his stomach began to rumble.  Not bothering to change out of his work uniform, he threw some food in the oven and went about taking the trash out.

As he dragged the heavy black plastic bag down the drive, a sound caught his attention and he turned to find one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen pulling a suitcase and garment bag out of the car in his neighbor’s driveway.  Steve’s breath caught and he gaped at her, letting his gaze linger a little too long on her backside and he let out a surprised yelp as he ran right into the trash can at the end of the driveway.

Nearly tripping and sprawling atop the overturned can, he quickly straightened before fumbling to right the can and get the bag inside it with a loud clatter.  Glancing up hastily to see if she’d noticed, he winced when he found her watching him, an amused grin on her lips before she turned away and headed back inside, leaving Steve feeling like a giant fool.

Glancing down at himself, he finally realized he was still in his work vest and let out a sigh.  No doubt he’d just blown his chance at a suave first impression and he muttered to himself as he reluctantly headed back inside, dragging his feet sullenly.

Shrugging off his work vest, he wadded it into a ball and tossed it at the stairs, leaving it lay where it landed before climbing to his room and flopping down onto his bed, reaching for the cordless phone on his bed stand while he waited for his food to cook.

“Y’ello?” Tommy Hagan answered on the third ring and Steve turned his head so his voice wouldn’t be muffled by his pillow.

“Hey Tommy, it’s Steve.”

“Harrington, my man, how’s it hangin’?” Tommy exclaimed and Steve let out a weary sigh.

“So, check it out, there’s this girl staying at my neighbor’s, one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever seen, right?  I mean, she was unbelievable–like an angel, and her smile–” he trailed off with a sigh before shaking his head angrily.  “I haven’t even talked to her yet and I already blew it!” he groaned, running his hand down his face.

“How’d you manage that?” Tommy asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“I was taking the trash out and there she was, bending over to get something out of her car and what do I do?  I trip over the goddamn trash can!  I mean, I’m only human, what am I supposed to do, not look?”

Tommy’s raucous laughter filled his ear and he cringed.

“What’d she do?” he asked once he caught his breath.

“She turned and looked at me and then went back inside,” Steve groaned.  “Oh, oh!  And the worst part!  That’s when I realized I was still wearing my damn work vest.”

“She probably thinks you’re a loser, man,” Tommy pointed out and Steve let out a heavy sigh, lifting his hand from his face.

“Don’t remind me,” he grumbled.

It was probably karma for him complaining earlier about wanting more than sex.  Watch, now he’d probably go back to not being able to score at all.

Letting his eyes regain focus, he looked out his window and stiffened.  Next door, a light flicked on in the second floor window across from his, and the girl he’d just been telling Tommy about came into view.  Completely oblivious that he could see her, she began to undress, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a red lacy bra that hugged her breasts perfectly, pushing them up and together.

“Oh shit–” he breathed, forgetting for the moment that he still had the phone to his ear until Tommy replied in confusion.

“What?  S’goin’ on?”

Steve pushed himself up from the bed and moved closer to the window as she reached behind her back to unclasp the bra, letting it slide slowly down before tossing it aside, her back still to him as she slipped her jeans down, her red panties matching her bra.

“I can see her through the window, she’s undressing,” Steve whispered, his mouth going dry, hoping she’d turn so he could get a better view.

He may have matured in the year since he’d graduated, but he was still a guy after all.

“Holy shit, lucky bastard.  How’s her rack?”

Steve barely heard Tommy over the rush of blood in his ears and he held his breath as she finally turned toward the window.  For one blessed moment he had a perfect view of her chest and he let out a low whistle, admiring her tits and wondering how nice they’d feel in his hands.

It was when his gaze flicked back up to her face, his eyes finding hers staring right back, that panic flooded him and he dropped the phone in his haste to duck below the window and out of sight.  Steve could faintly hear Tommy demanding to know what was happening, but he ignored the phone, slowly pulling himself up just enough to peer through the bottom of the window to see if she’d truly noticed him or not, only to grimace as she quickly pulled a sweatshirt on over her head and shut off the light as she strode out of the room.

“Shit,” Steve hissed, finally picking the phone back up and bringing it reluctantly to his ear.  “I think she saw me.”

Tommy let out a loud snort.  “Good job, man.  Now you’re definitely screwed.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” Steve grumbled, hearing the timer on the oven go off downstairs.  “My food’s ready, I’ll talk to you later,” he muttered, cursing his luck.  It was definitely karma coming back to bite him.

“Okay, later.  Keep me posted,” Tommy said and Steve hung up the phone to bound down the stairs and retrieve his pizza before it burned.  Almost as soon as he opened the oven door and pulled the pan out, the doorbell rang.

“Who the hell could that be?” Steve muttered under his breath, dropping the pizza atop the stove and turning off the oven to get the door.

Taking a moment to peer through the peephole before pulling the door open, Steve’s mouth fell open in shock at the sight of the mysterious girl from next door standing on his doorstep–the last person he’d expected to see.

Working moisture back into his suddenly dry mouth, he squashed down the surge of worry that she was only there to tell him off for being a perv, and opened the door.  Leaning nonchalantly against the door frame, he flashed her his most charming smile and ran a hand through his hair to wrangle it, bringing her attention to his best asset, hoping for a second chance at a better first impression.

“Hey there, we haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Steve Harrington,” he drawled, offering his hand.

The drive from Indianapolis to Hawkins was longer than you’d expected and when you pulled into your aunt’s empty drive, all you wanted to do was stretch your legs and collapse into bed, but you knew if you did that then you wouldn’t be able to make yourself get back up and you still had to finish unpacking your car before you could allow yourself the sweet embrace of sleep.

The spare key was exactly where your aunt had said it would be and you let yourself in, deciding to make another trip to grab the rest of your luggage.  It had been such a long time since you’d last visited, it took you a moment to remember the layout of the spacious house.  You didn’t understand why your aunt hadn’t downsized yet, especially since it was just her all alone in the big house, but you weren’t complaining about the extra space, especially since she’d offered you one of her spare rooms til you could afford your own place.

Dropping your backpack on the bed, you returned to your car for the rest of your stuff, aware of the noise coming from the neighbor’s driveway.  You barely paid attention to the young man dragging his trash out to the road as you bent over to grab your suitcase and garment bag from the backseat.

As you straightened, the loud clatter of trash cans falling over made you turn and you had to bite back the laugh that nearly sprang to your lips as the neighbor nearly fell head over heels in his distraction, his eyes quickly tearing away from you as he fought to right himself.

For a long moment, you watched him, smiling to yourself before turning back toward the house. Despite making a fool of himself, he was rather handsome and looked to be about your age.  For a second, you deliberated going back to introduce yourself, but the way your stomach grumbled reminded you that you’d barely eaten anything other than junk food all day and the call of finding sustenance was too great to ignore.  Besides, the poor guy’d just suffered enough humiliation, you didn’t wanna add to that at the moment.

Dragging the rest of your stuff up to your room, you flicked the light on as the sun began to dip below the horizon, and pulled out something a little more comfortable to put on, stripping your t-shirt over your head and unhooking your bra.  Tossing the garment away, you stretched your arms above your head, working the kink out of your back before turning to grab the sweatshirt you’d just laid out.

Glancing up to the window, you realized you could see into the room directly across from yours in the house next door, and your heart leapt into your throat as you locked eyes with the young man you’d just encountered in the driveway, watching as he hastily ducked out of sight, knowing you’d caught him staring.

Clenching your jaw, you yanked your sweatshirt on and stormed out of the room and down the stairs, ready to give the pervert a piece of your mind.  When he answered his front door, however, you faltered for a moment at his confident greeting, as if he hadn’t just been caught watching you undress.

“Hey there, we haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Steve Harrington,” he drawled.

Your brows rose slightly as you stared at his outstretched hand.  So he wanted to pretend like nothing had happened, huh?  Well, two could play at that, you thought, contenting yourself with waiting for the opportune moment to bring it up and catch him off guard.

Taking his hand, you introduced yourself, taking a moment to get a proper look at him.

He was definitely cute, despite spying on you.  Maybe your stay in Hawkins wouldn’t be so dull after all, provided Steve Harrington didn’t turn out to be a total creep.

“I’m pretty sure I definitely would’ve remembered if we’d met before,” Steve said, releasing your hand, though his warmth lingered on your palm.  “So uh, what’re you doing next door?” he asked, looking you up and down discreetly.

“It’s my aunt’s place.  She’s out of town right now, but she said I could stay for a bit til I get back on my feet.  I just quit my job,” you explained, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions about your former profession.

“Oh, bummer.  About your job, I mean!  Not that you’re here,” Steve added quickly, making you laugh.

“It’s okay, I was ready for a change,” you said, shrugging, shifting your weight.  “Guess that officially makes us neighbors then.”

Steve nodded, grinning.  “Guess it does,” he mused, his voice trailing off as if he were lost in thought.  

“You gunna invite me in, or make me stand here all night?” you prompted, raising an amused brow at him and Steve shook himself.

“You hungry?  I just pulled a frozen pizza out of the oven,” he offered, gesturing over his shoulder and your stomach chose that moment to remind you how hungry you still were.

“Sounds perfect,” you replied, hoping Steve hadn’t heard your stomach’s impatient rumble.  “You live here alone?” you asked, letting your eyes wander as you followed him in, Steve leading you to the kitchen.

“Nah, with my parents,” he answered with a grimace.  “But dad’s on a business trip and mom went with,” he explained, rifling through one of the drawers for a pizza cutter.

“That’s nice,” you mused, opening the fridge to peer inside curiously.

“Not really,” Steve muttered, turning to pull a couple plates from the cupboard and hand you one.  “Mom’s only there cause she doesn't trust him.”

“Ohh, I see,” you murmured and Steve let out a heavy sigh, divvying up the pizza slices onto your plates.  

“I don’t wanna be anything like him,” he said quietly and you wondered if he’d meant for you to hear or not, hastily clearing his throat and moving on from the subject.  “You want a beer?”

“Yeah, alright,” you replied, accepting the cold can he passed you from the fridge.

“C’mon, let’s eat by the pool,” Steve suggested, leading you through the large open living room and out the sliding glass door to the stone paved patio.  

His parents were clearly loaded, but earlier you’d noticed him wearing a Family Video vest, so either daddy’d cut him off, or he didn’t want his family’s money, and you briefly wondered which was the case.

Steve pulled a couple lounge chairs next to each other and gestured for you to sit, sprawling out next to you.  “So, how long do you plan on staying in Hawkins?” he asked, taking a bite of his pizza and cracking his beer open one handed.

Leaning back in your seat, you chewed your pizza thoughtfully.  “I’m not sure, honestly,” you mused, washing down your pizza with a swig of beer.  “Guess it depends if there’s anything here worth sticking around for.”

When your eyes flicked back to Steve, you watched him swallow, his own gaze quickly darting away.  “I could show you around, y’know, if you want,” he offered, his shoulder lifting in a half shrug, aiming for nonchalance and your lips twitched.

“I’d like that,” you said, picking one of the pepperonis from your pizza slice and popping it in your mouth, sucking the sheen of grease from your fingers.

When you once again caught Steve staring, his beer can half raised to his lips, hovering midair as if he’d forgotten how to drink, you decided it was time to go for the kill.

“I’m starting to think you have a staring problem, Steve Harrington.”

At your words, Steve gave a jerk, spluttering into his can in alarm and you had to bite back a grin at his reaction.

“What do you mean?” he exclaimed, thumping his chest with a fist as he coughed.

“Well, there was that time in the driveway, just now, and… when you watched me undress through your window,” you said, cocking an eyebrow at him.  “Did you get a nice show?” you asked and Steve’s brown eyes widened, his mouth falling open before stumbling over a hasty apology.

“I-I only saw for like an instant!” he argued, holding his hands up.  “It was no big deal, really.”

“No big deal?” you repeated, scoffing quietly and Steve hastily backpedaled, wincing at the offended look on your face.

“I mean, not like that.  You looked great, but I–I didn’t–!  Look, I’m sorry,” he insisted, chancing an apologetic glance at you and your expression softened for an instant before turning impish.

“So, what are we gunna do about this?” you mused, giving him a pointed look, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What do you mean?  Can’t you just accept my apology?” Steve asked warily, a frown tugging at his lips.

“You saw me.  I think it’s only fair that we even the score,” you insisted, leaning back in your chair, watching him expectantly.

“You really expect me to strip right here?” he scoffed, an incredulous note to his voice.

“You got a little show, now it’s my turn, pretty boy.  It’s only fair,” you pointed out, your lips turning down in a pout.  “Are you shy?” you mocked and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Alright, fine,” he replied, pushing up from his seat and pulling his sweater over his head, tossing it at you before toeing off his shoes and undoing his jeans, dropping them to stand before you in his underwear and socks, heat licking up his neck at the way you stared, your gaze traveling over him appraisingly.

“Not bad, but I think you’re forgetting something,” you said, your lips twitching in amusement.  “I want the whole package,” you insisted, pointing to his crotch and Steve’s face flared hotter. “C’mon, I think that’s enough,” he argued halfheartedly, but your sharp look held him in place.

“Fine, guess I’ll just go home then,” you said with a shrug, making to push out of your chair.  “It was nice meeting you, Steve–” 

“Wait–!” he exclaimed, and you paused, turning back to look at him.  “Alright fine,” he huffed, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down, letting them pool at his ankles.

“You happy now?” he asked, throwing his hands up and you bit your lip as your eyes went to his package.  He was definitely well endowed.

“Yep,” you replied, playfully popping the p, your eyes returning to his.  “You know, you’re lucky your back yard is pretty secluded,” you pointed out and he snorted, standing there awkwardly, while trying not to look awkward.

“How long do I have to stand here like this?” Steve asked and you tapped your lip, pretending to think.

“I guess that’s long enough.  But before you get dressed…” you trailed off, standing up and walking closer to him, noticing the way his eyes widened and his breath hitched, wondering what you were about to do.  “Let’s go for a dip,” you finished, giving him a shove into the pool, laughing as he hit the water and came up spluttering, shaking his hair out of his face.

“What was that for–?”

Steve’s exclamation died on his tongue when he noticed you were stripping as well and he didn’t know whether to turn away or if you wanted him to look this time, though you didn’t give him much of a chance, diving into the water as soon as you dropped your clothes to the ground.

When you surfaced, you wiped the water from your face and grinned as you swam toward Steve.

“So are we even now?” he asked, a smile of his own curving his lips and you laughed.

“Yeah, I’d say so.  For now.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Steve retorted, his eyebrows climbing.

“I mean, I’m just assuming you’ll do something stupid again,” you laughed, pushing a wave of water at him playfully.

Steve splashed you back with a smirk.  “Yeah, you’re probably right about that,” he agreed.  “So what else do you do for fun, y’know, besides torturing people?” he teased.

You couldn’t help but study him for a moment–the square curve of his jaw, his chestnut hair stuck wetly to his forehead and the dark moles that littered his neck and shoulders.  There were two on his cheek in the perfect spot for kissing.

“I uhm, I like photography and dancing, going to the movies or skating, and swimming,” you answered, huffing a soft laugh.  “Though I should probably start job searching soon,” you sighed.

“What was your old job?” Steve asked and you dropped your gaze, wondering if you should just rip off the band aid and tell him.  But you liked him, and you liked the way he looked at you… If you told him the truth it would make things weird, it always did.

Would it be so bad if he didn’t know?

You could make a fresh start in Hawkins.  No one knew your face.  There’d be no more awkward stares or lewd come-ons, just a sweet guy that seemed to like you for you and who hadn’t taken advantage of the fact that you were both naked in his pool.  Maybe for once you could just feel normal.

“It was dumb, I’m just glad I quit,” you murmured, avoiding giving him a real answer.  “I wanna make a fresh start, maybe go to college, I dunno yet.”

Steve nodded, sobering as he watched you tread water, bobbing in place, carefully keeping his eyes on your face.  “So… do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, floating closer, and you dipped below the water slightly to hide the giddy smile that tugged at your lips.

“No.  Do you have a girlfriend?” you asked, biting your lip when a dazed grin spread across Steve’s face.

“Nope,” he chuckled.  “I’d like one, though.”

“Mmm,” you mused, scrunching up your brow in thought.  “Yeah, I think you do need one,” you teased, kicking your feet lazily as you tilted your head.  “But what kind?”

“Well, for starters, someone cute, and sweet, and clever–” Steve began to list, his gaze never leaving your face as he continued to describe you.  “Definitely someone spontaneous and fun, but down to earth too, who’s not afraid to call me on my bullshit.”

You hadn’t noticed when you’d moved closer to him, your chest only inches from his, and your breath hitched at the realization, warmth spreading through you.

“She sounds pretty fantastic,” you breathed, trying to keep your voice light, Steve’s smile making you dizzy.

“Yeah, she definitely is,” he replied, his hands skimming your sides.  “Any idea where I might be able to find her?”

Unable to make your voice work, you felt yourself lean in, your gaze flicking from Steve’s lips to his eyes, breathlessly waiting for his lips to claim yours as he grasped your hips, holding you close, his eyelids fluttering as his nose brushed against yours.

A loud rustling in the bushes nearby made you freeze, however, ice racing through your veins, and Steve jerked back at the same time you did, suddenly afraid the two of you weren’t alone, only to jump as a rabbit burst from the underbrush at the edge of the property to race across the yard and you threw your head back and laughed at the yelp that left Steve’s throat.

“Oh my God, you were so scared!” you exclaimed, your laughter continuing despite the splash Steve directed at you.

“So were you!” he countered, an incredulous grin twisting his relieved expression.

“Yeah, but I didn’t scream like a girl,” you pointed out, letting out a scream of your own as he swam after you, catching you easily round the waist and a wave of arousal washed over you when you felt his length brush against the curve of your ass and give a twitch.

Steve cleared his throat, hastily releasing you before either of you could become tempted to do more.  And while part of you wished he hadn’t, you were glad he didn’t want to move too fast.

“I’ll uh, I’ll get you a towel, okay?” Steve said, and you caught the pink flush that suffused his cheeks before he swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out.

Averting your eyes for a moment, you couldn’t help but watch as he walked away, admiring his cute ass before he disappeared back inside the house.  When he returned, a fluffy towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hands, you gave him a pointed look and he huffed a soft laugh, squeezing his eyes shut as he held the towel open for you, not peeking til you were covered.

“I don’t see what the big fuss is about, you’ve already seen all of me,” he teased, his warm voice drenched in playful sarcasm.

“And it was a very nice sight,” you purred, smirking at him and patting his cheek as you passed, bending to pick up your clothes.  “Walk me home?” you asked, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, shaking his head fondly, and the two of you walked around to the front of your aunt’s house.

“Thanks for the pizza and the swim,” you murmured, stopping in front of the door.

“It was my pleasure,” Steve replied, stepping closer, his damp hair falling into his eyes before he pushed it away.

“You know you owe me a real date now, right?” you asked, wetting your lips, and Steve’s grin grew.

“How about tomorrow night?”

“I think I can fit that into my schedule,” you teased, leaning in to press a kiss to his warm cheek, wanting to leave him wanting more.  “Good night, Steve.”

“Good night,” he echoed softly, watching you disappear inside before finally heading back home, his stomach fluttering excitedly, the same as yours.

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⋆*･ﾟLibra Observation⋆*･ﾟ

It’s true that’s it’s hard for them to make a decision on anything and it slowly brings out they’re insecurities. (Kinda like scrambling around to see what is right or not) like a humming bird figuring out what house has the best feed, going back and forth etc.

When they overthink it’s sometimes about the bad and the good in different situations and scenarios and also put themselves in other peoples situations, (like a 3rd party view) so they see how the other person should’ve dealt lt with it that scenarios.

Its not that they cant make a decision, they just want to see more options, or classic scales “weigh out the options” to see what’s best fit. Because like queen libra herself Cardi B said “I can get them both, I don’t wanna choose” and it’s true they would rather have both than to choose or have someone else pick for them. classic.

They see both sides so don’t be offended if you see them talking to your “foes” or trying to get all sides of the story. It’s them trying to “find justice” in in whatever situation. (unless they have heavy water placements then they have some kind of loyalty towards you and wouldn’t do this for no reason)

Libra betters themselves and everyone around them, it’s they’re version of love language even when people don’t listen they’re still doing better than you.

Usually get anyone/anything they want. Perks of being ruled by Venus (mostly talking about the girls here)

Libra usually have this shy confidence. It’s hard to explain but they’re not shy with they’re eyes. So pay attention.

A libra women doesn’t need you, you need her.

Libra women are more open to being bisexual or engaging with the opposite sex more so than a male libra but male Libras have so many man crushes even on they’re own guy friends and it makes you question….

Freaky like Scorpios but keeps this hidden by this white picket fence home wife/husband persona of theirs.

Elegant in the streets freak in the sheets

Never met a libra that had any self hate or any self inflecting harm towards themselves, They carry beauty and love and treat themselves in a nice manner and after awhile when they get older they have a lot of self love and respect for themselves. (It’s a treasure to be around and to learn from!, I’m slowly trying to learn this myself but they are the master at this)

Guys take home libra women sooner to meet their mothers than any other sign. I don’t know why but libra women make men feel like little boys being cared for all over again.

The libra women remind any Astro male the feminine nature that women carry, and that in itself is changing for him and rare to be around so please appreciate they’re softness.

Love all things beauty and beautiful objects and people and don’t be surprised if they do anything hands on or creative in their jobs or daily life. Fashion also is a creative outlook too, I never seen a libra that dresses bad even if it’s laundry day best believe they have the cutest lounge/lazy clothes or anything that matches them aesthetically.

Libra usually are attracted to younger or much older people, but with a youth like appearance or energy and maybe smooth sculpted bodies like a Greek statue, also a weakness for European or foreign men in general.

#libra rising #libra moon #libra sun #libra astrology #astrology aspects #astrology #astro community #astro observations #astro placements #astro notes #cancer astrology #aries sign #libra season #libra sign #libra szn #scorpio sun #capricorn #sagittarius sun #taurus #gemini #aquarius #pisces

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you said you could be persuaded to write about dean sooooooooo what about retired dilf dean? 🤔

My dear sweet Selene, it’s very hard for me to say no to you. 🤣 I came up with a little something for DILF Dean Winchester. I hope you like it, thank you for challenging me, my lovely friend ♥️♥️♥️

Carrying On

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dad Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluff, mentions of readers father’s death, smooches, a little hunter violence

Word Count: 1.7K-ish

Summary: You just bought a house in a new state, trying to see if you can move on after your father’s untimely death. Your neighbor introduces himself and already you’re feeling more at home

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Dean, dear god I hope it doesn’t suck. I wanted to write more for this but I still have asks in my inbox for my sleepover I need to get to(I’m trying my hardest to answer them all, I thank you all for your patience.) I’d even be willing to do another part for this because I had fun writing this one! I hope you like it! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The house was at the end of a nice quiet street. Your suitcases were piled high in the back seat, almost too high to see out the rear window but it wouldn’t be for much longer. It will be nice to finally stretch your legs after being in the car for such a long drive.

When you pulled into the driveway, you noticed that the “For Sale” sign had been removed from the front lawn. This was your home now and you were determined to live your life as normal as possible from now on.

After your father passed away, you left the flat lands of Oklahoma for the mountains of Colorado. There was just something about that cool mountain air. But you didn’t want to live IN the mountains, you didn’t want to be alone so moving into a neighborhood NEAR the mountains was a good compromise.

A man and, what you assumed to be, his young son were playing catch in the front yard. The boy tossed the baseball to his father but the man wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy looking at your car which happened everywhere you went.

You and your father had rebuilt that car and restored it to its former glory. It was your dream car…a 1967 Pontiac GTO in midnight blue. The way the paint reflected the light, the car almost looked purple. It was a gorgeous car.

The car in your neighbor’s driveway was impressive also. It was a 1967 Chevy Impala, black.

“DAD!! You missed!” The boy shouted.

“Hold on, son. You see that car? She must be our new neighbor. Let’s go say hello.” The man said.

Reaching for the sky, you stretched until some of the tightness in your shoulders went away. You then saw your new neighbor.

“Fuck me.” You whispered under your breath.

He was very handsome with medium brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and green eyes. As he came closer, you saw a splash of freckles across his nose and his young son was a carbon copy of his father.

You smiled warmly as they came closer.

“Hi there! I’m your new neighbor. I’m y/f/n y/l/n.”You extended your hand to shake his.

After you introduced yourself, the man had a slightly confused look on his face that quickly disappeared.

He extended his hand for you to shake. “I’m Dean and this is my son Charlie.”

“It’s really nice to meet you.” You said.

Charlie interjected himself. “Dad missed the ball because he was staring at your car.”

“Charlie…” Said Dean through clenched teeth.

“Ah, well I do get that a lot. You wanna sit in it?” You asked.

Charlie’s eyes went wide. “Sure!”

You opened the car door so Charlie could sit on the driver’s side.

Dean pointed at the car. “That is a nice car. ’69?” He asked.

You bit down on your lower lip to keep from smiling. “It’s a ’67 actually, like your Impala.”

“Impressive…I don’t know a lot of women that would know that to look at it.” He said.

“Well, we do exist.” You said, a little sarcastically.

Dean smiled at you and said softly. “Yes, I guess you do.”

When he realized he was staring, he quickly snapped out of the trance he was in.

“Um, yeah so um, do you have furniture coming or anything? I’m happy to help.” He said.

“Oh the moving truck is coming tomorrow so I just have the bare essentials for tonight. Thank you for the offer, I may take you up on that.” You said.

“Well, we’ll let you get settled. Just knock when the truck comes…Charlie!! Come on, let’s let y/n settle in to her new house.” Said Dean.

As they walked away, you heard Charlie tell his dad, “Dad, you were staring at her.”

Dean narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. “No I wasn’t…get the ball.”

“Yes you were, Dad. I saw you.” Said Charlie.

You shook your head back and forth then smiled. They both seemed really sweet.

Three Months Later

You had settled nicely into your new home. The final box had been unpacked and you were adjusting to your new surroundings and your new neighbors. Although there was something that bothered you about Dean’s house.

Every so often, not a lot but every now and again, you noticed that the basement light would flicker. It wasn’t all the time but when it did, it was always at the same time, which you thought was strange.

Everything else seemed to be fine so you didn’t look too closely at it.

You really did like Dean and you adored Charlie. They were your friends, so you contemplated, at least telling Dean about your past, how your father really died, and why you left your home state.

One Saturday morning, all of the windows were open and you could hear music coming from their house. It sounded like…Asia – Heat of the Moment.

You giggled a little bit and thought to yourself, “Really Dean, Asia?”

Dean had a deep booming voice.

“Rise and shine, Charlie!!” He said, loudly but playfully.

After doing some housework, you heard a knock on your door. Walking down the hall from the bedroom into the kitchen, you saw Dean standing at the side door through the screen. He was leaning against the door frame.

“Hey there. What can I do for ya?” You asked, opening the screen door.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight? I thought maybe we could tell Charlie, um…well, about us.” He said, shyly.

Charlie didn’t know that about a month after you moved in, you and Dean started to hang out with each other after he went to sleep.

He’d come over for a drink, sometimes a movie, or a lot of the time, the two of you would just talk, and the relationship just sort of happened.

Charlie’s mom had passed away three years ago and it had just been the two of them since then. Obviously you weren’t trying to get in the way of their relationship and you DEFINITELY weren’t trying to replace his mom but you really did like the both of them and Charlie deserved to know the truth…they both did.

You snaked your arms around Dean’s neck, let your fingers run through his soft brown hair, and leaned in to kiss him. The bristles of his beard tickled your chin and you smiled in between his kisses. You really were smitten with him.

“I’d love to…I’ll bring you guys a special dessert.” You said.

A shy smile extended across Dean’s face. “Awesome…oh and I’m not much of a cook so I hope you’re ok with burgers. Alright? Ok, good talk.” He said, as he smacked you on the ass and turned around to walk back home.

You were going to come clean tonight.

Walking over to Dean’s, you remembered the first time you saw the last name on the mailbox…Winchester. Dean Winchester. All hunters knew that name, that family, his brother Sam, their father John, and their mother Mary.

They were famous in the world of hunting. Your family name stayed under the radar. Sure, you and your dad had some pretty big hunts and cases but nothing compared to the Winchesters.

Charlie answered when you knocked.

“Y/n!!!” He said, excitedly.

“Hey buddy!” You replied.

Charlie saw you holding the pie in your hands.

“Oh you brought Dad’s favorite.” He said.

“I did? Well I hope you guys like it, I made it from scratch.” You said.

“Dad’s always eating pie…he’s out back, come on!” He said, tugging on your t-shirt.

The three of you had a nice dinner together filled with a lot of laughs and you breathed a sigh of relief when Charlie said he was ok that you were his dad’s girlfriend.

The child like smile Dean had on his face as he was about to taste the pie made you smile. Before he could take his first bite, the lights flickered.

He looked up at the kitchen light as it continued to flicker. “Son of a bitch.” He boomed.

“Dad, language!” Shouted Charlie.

“Not now, Charlie.” He growled.

You stood up and backed away from the kitchen table. “Where’s the salt, Dean?” You asked.

“What? How do you--?” He started to say.

“The salt, Dean…NOW!!!” You shouted.

Dean got the bag of salt from underneath the kitchen sink and you had Charlie stand in an open area in the dining room, while his dad drew a salt circle around him. Then he pulled out two shotguns from underneath the couch in the living room filled with rock salt.

“Charlie…buddy, don’t move from this spot, do you understand?” You asked him, looking into his scared eyes.

He nodded.

Standing back to back, holding the shotguns, Dean asked, “Is there something you wanna tell me?”

As fast as you could, you explained yourself. “Ok, so I come from a family of hunters too, nothing like yours of course but I left Oklahoma after my father died saving me from a nest of vampires. It was just me and him, my whole life and when he died, I felt like I couldn’t hunt without him.” You said.

Low moans and hisses were emanating through the walls as the lights continued to turn on and off.

“I can’t believe you’re a hunter. That’s why when you introduced yourself, your name sounded familiar to me!” Shouted Dean.

Charlie stood petrified inside the salt circle. “Dad, what’s going on?”

“It’s alright, buddy. We’re gonna be alright.” Said Dean.

Two apparitions came through the wall and headed straight for you when you blasted them with rock salt.

“Are y-you m-mad?” You asked, while trying to catch your breath.

“Mad? I’m only mad that I didn’t get to eat my pie! As far as you being a hunter, well…I gotta say I’m a little turned on.” He said.

In the middle of a life or death situation, Dean managed to make you blush.

“What does that mean, Dad?” Asked Charlie.

In unison, you and Dean yelled, “Not now, Charlie!”

“When we’re done with this, we’re gonna have a talk.” Dean pointed his finger at you.

“But you’re not mad?” You asked with a slight smile.

Dean smiled at you, his bright green eyes looked like fresh blades of grass as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“Nah, I’m not mad sweetheart. Now let’s kill these things so I can eat my pie.”

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Virgin. (Soap x Reader)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, explicit language, near death, reader being allergic, blood, violence

(Summary): Soap can’t believe you’re a virgin.

You shove Soap away from you with a roll of your eyes. “Fuck off Johnny.” You laugh. Soap laughs in amusement “Oh come on, I’m not the only one completely surprised by the fact that you’re still a Virgin right?” You cross your arms. “Yeah. Well. Thanks to you, everyone knows now.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Give me a break! It was crazy to find that out, I mean, how old are you again?” You roll your eyes. “M’not telling you.” He laughs. “Mid twenties and still a Virgin.” He laughs. “You know, I shouldn’t be talking to you about this. You’re my coworker.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles. “Yeah yeah whatever, say what you will. But I’m a friendly guy, it’s easy to talk to me about stuff.”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind your secrets getting spread around base.”

“M’sorry okay? It was barracks talk between the guys.” You scrunch your face up in disgust. “Oh god!” You shake your head. “I don’t wanna know.” You plug your ears, hurriedly walking away from him. He laughs, watching you walk away. You were right, you didn’t want to hear what they had said about you. It was nasty. You were currently staying on a military base in Iran. It was a tiny base that was hidden deep in the desert, hidden away to look abandoned. There was at least one person on watch at all times. The facility was locked down pretty tightly which was nice.

You took over watch for Soap, and Ghost took over watch for you.

Upon finding out you were a virgin, you got stares from everyone. Even the few women on base. It made you feel uncomfortable. Everyone stared at you like you were a piece of meat. Even some of the men had become a little friendlier to you.

You sat in the tiny mess hall, sipping at an energy drink you’d smuggled in. Eyes bloodshot and red. You couldn’t sleep. It was late, Ghost had taken over watch for you. “Why aren’t ya asleep Lass?” Soap’s voice startles you just slightly. “Ah, can’t sleep.” You say. He nods his head, sitting across from you. “Why aren’t you asleep?” You ask. “Wanted something to drink.” He shrugs. You nod your head. “Why can’t you sleep?” He asks. You shrug. “I don’t know. Just… thinking.” You laugh. “I got a question, and don’t be mad.”

“You’re going to ask me about my virginity aren’t you.”

“Yes.” You roll your eyes, leaning onto your hand and looking at him. “Why? I don’t understand. You religious or something?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“What the deal than?”

You laugh. You wondered why he pushed so hard. “My mum always told me to be aware of what people’s true intentions were. In school, whenever anyone found out I was a Virgin, they’d try to get close to me. Wanting to date me all of the sudden. I hated it so I just kept it a secret and waited for the right person to come along. I mean.. I don’t really feel that way now. I just wanna get rid of it so people around here will stop looking at me the way they do. Hate it.” You laugh. He nods his head. “I understand. Just remember, nobody is forcing you to do anything and if they do I’ll have their head.” You laugh. “I appreciate it.” You mumble.

———

“Soap, you mind staying with Y/N while the rest of us go on a mission for a few days?” Price asks. “Uh.. sure, what’s wrong with Y/N?” He asks. “She’s runnin a fever, can’t have her out there sick like that.” Soap nods his head. This was the first he’d heard about it. He wondered why you hadn’t said anything. The rest of them hurry, packing up their stuff. They were limited on time. After Soap wishes them luck, he makes his way to your room.

He knocks, but gets no answer. “Y/N? Answer the door or I’m coming in.”

He hears nothing, worry growing in his chest. He sighs, opening the door. You’re laying on your back, skin pale. You’re breathing but it’s shallow and when he feels your head, you’re burning up. “Shit.” He groans. He lifts you out of the bed, and walks down the hallway with you.

A harsh gasp leaves your lips, pulling yourself out of the water. “What the hell!” You shriek. “There you are, love.” He smiles, wiping your hair from your face. “Soap what the hell? Why am I in here?” Your teeth chatter. “You had a fever, found you barely alive in your room.” He laughs. “What?” You breathe. “Hold still,” he moves toward you, syringe in hand. “Woah! Get that away from me!” You swirl away from him, ice water spilling out of the tub. “Y/N. You got bit by a bug that was either poisonous or you’re allergic to. You need to let me do this.” He looks at you, unimpressed look on his face. “What the hell is it?”

“Epinephrine.”

“Why do we have that on base?”

“Why wouldn’t we have this on base?” He glares. You nod your head, feeling bile growing at the back of your throat. When his warm hand touches your thigh, a whimper leaves your lips. His warmth was amazing, the cold water nipped at your skin. He pinches the skin on your thigh together, noticing your flinch when he injects it. “Good girl.” He breathes. “You’ll feel better soon.” He splashes the top of your thigh to wash the blood off and you whimper at the cold water. “Sorry Lass.” He breathes. “For what?” His ears turn a little red and his cheeks have a very slight sheen of pink on them. “You were only wearing that when I pulled you out of your bed.” He blushes. Only now do you realize the thin white cotton panties and cropped tank top you slept in. The water made them transparent and he could see the dark circles of your hard nipples through it, the way the water made your panties grip at your opening. When Soap was prepping the water for you, he had to force himself to look away, stealing slight glances. “I-it’s fine,” you blush. “Just try to stay in there a little longer okay? Your fever is almost gone.” You nod your head. You let your head rest against the tile, taking a deep breath. Your teeth chatter and Soap steals more glances. Damp hair, almost naked. He breathes hard.

“So.. you’re a virgin. But.. have you done anything?” He asks. You shake your head. He’s trying to distract you. “Have you ever even had a boyfriend?”

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “No.” You breathe. He chuckles. “Damn.” He laughs. Your teeth are chattering harder and you’re breathing hard. “Ah- Soap.” The way you whimper his name has him hardening pathetically in his cargo pants. “Hm?”

“I.. I can’t take much more.” You tilt your head back. Your tone of voice is almost too much to bare, that desperation so clear in your voice. “Just a little more dove. Three more minutes.” He’d been keeping a timer on his watch. You hold your eyes closed, panting. Chest rising and falling. The way you looked, wet hair, transparent clothes. It was too much. “I’ll go get you a towel,” he excuses himself. He has to adjust himself as he walks away. “Fuckin hell MacTavish. Get it together.” He mumbles. When he comes back with a towel, you’re hurrying out. “Can’t take anymore.” As soon as you put weight on your feet, your knees buckle but Soap is quick to grab a hold of you. “Got you sweetheart.” He chuckles, lifting you up. He wraps the towel around you, he’s holding you up bridal styles. You’re dripping wet, soaking him. “Sorry.” You blush. “No worries, s’just water. Little water never killed anyone.” He smiles. His voice was so deep.

He’d really done all of this? Helping get your fever down, carrying you around. “Where are you going?” You ask as he passes your room. “Gonna let you stay in my room. Gotta figure out what bit ya.” He says. You nod your head. He goes to lay you down. “Wait! M all wet Soap.” You gasp as he lays you down, lifting yourself up. “I can change my sheets, I’m just checking your room okay?” He laughs. “Are you okay Y/N?” He asks. “I.. I’m fine.” You look down. In reality you didn’t want his warm hands to move away from your freezing skin. “Just sit tight for a minute okay?” You nod your head. “How do you know something bit me?” You ask in confusion. “Uhh..” he blushes. “Saw a red ring on your hip.” You nod your head. He disappears afterward.

You shiver on his bed for a while and eventually he walks back in. “Couldn’t find anything, but if it’s poisonous we should probably bug bomb your room.”

You sigh. “So.. what am I gonna do in the meantime? What’s that mean?”

“Gonna have to bug bomb it, make sure everything is dead, wash all of your clothes and bedding and stuff.” You groan. “Where am I gonna stay?” You ask. “Well.. who do you trust the most in the task force?” He laughs. “Oh god. I have to stay with someone? There’s no extra room?” You say. “Nope. The only other 2 girls on base are already sharing a room because they were friends before the military.” You nod your head. “You can stay with me.” You nod your head. “Okay..” you laugh. “Appreciate it, Johnny.” You breath. “Course, no worries.”

“Also.. I should’ve stabbed your leg before I put you in the ice bath but I didn’t know where the epi pens or vials of epinephrine were.” He blushes. “Eh. It’s fine. Sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice.” You laugh. You’re still covering your front with you arms. Your undergarments had pretty much dried by now, but you were still self conscious. “Uh.. here.” He passes you a shirt. “You can wear it since you won’t have any clothes. When the others get back I’ll ask them where everything is.” You nod your head. “Wait, when they get back? Where’d they go?”

“On a mission.” You nod your head. “So.. no one’s been keeping watch?” You ask. “Making sure you didn’t die, Bunny.” He laughs. You freeze up a little bit. “Bunny?” You ask. “Uh.. yeah. Don’t like it?” He blushes. “No, I like it a lot actually. It’s cute.” You laugh. You slip the shirt on over your head. “Well. Get some sleep n I’ll take watch.”

You smile. “Thank you Johnny.” You breathe. “Course, we fight together. I always got your back.” He smiles. “I’ll always have your back too.” He nods his head, smile on his lips as he turns around to leave. When he closes the door behind, you release a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You change the sheets on his bed and lay down. Taking in the scent of his blankets. He smelled so good. It was intoxicating. You stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking to yourself. He’d done all of that without even batting an eye. Putting you into an ice bath, checking your room. Searching for an epipen. The more you think about it, the more you realize just how much he did for you. Always looking out for you on base and during missions. The amount of times he’d killed for you, the amount of times he’d almost died for you. He’d been shot a couple times defending you. You’d thought for a long time. Who did you trust? Who did you feel the safest around?

You had your answer.

You emerge from Soaps room. Walking quietly up the steps to get to the roof. You take a deep breath, palms growing a little sweaty. You open up the door to the rooftop. “Bunny, what’re you doing?” He was in full gear, he always looked so sexy. You don’t say anything, creeping your way over to him. “Um.. everything okay?” He asks, he goes to stand up from the flimsy metal chair, but you push him back down by his chest. “Woah-“ he laughs, but it doesn’t last long. You put one leg to the side, sliding yourself into his lap. He takes a deep breath, drawing himself back. “I- I don’t understand.” You smile. “Been thinking lately.” You play with the hem of his shirt under his vest, grasping the zipper at the top and dragging the zipper down slowly. “Who I trusted the most, who would be the gentlest with me.” You sigh. “I think that person is you.” You breathe and he lifts his hips up, raising you into the air with ease as he adjusts himself in the chair. He shows you exactly what you want to see.

He could manhandle you if he really wanted to. Yet was still so gentle with you. “Don’t get yourself into something you can’t get out of Bunny.” He breathes. “M’not getting into anything alone, MacTavish.” You smile. Leaning into him. Your lips brush against his ever so slightly. “Is this some sort of test hm?” He asks. “What test do you think this is?”

He shrugs. “Not a test Johnny. Just..” you take a deep breath. “I want you to take my virginity.” You breathe. He stares at you, eyes burning into yours, darkening. His pupils are blown out, he’s turned on. “That’s a big responsibility. You sure you trust me with it?” He smiles. “Mhm, haven’t ever felt this way about anyone before. You lift yourself up, adjusting yourself in his lap. He groans. “Have to warn you…” he licks his lips. “Can’t control myself when something feels good. Might be a little rough.” He breathes. “S’okay..” you breathe. “I’ll do my best to be gentle. You trust me yeah?” He slides his hands under his shirt that you wore, rubbing his huge, calloused hands over your hips onto your ass and you started to squirm a bit. You nod your head eagerly. He pushes you off of him, you stand up. “Why don’t we go to my room yeah?” You nod your head. He lifts you up, walking down the stairs with you. He pushes open the door to his room, laying you down on his bed. This is where the nervousness really began to set in. There was no going back now.

He hovers overtop of you. “Don’t have any condoms.” He breathes. “S’okay..” you breathe. He smirks. He leans down into you, pushing your legs further apart with his body. You were starting to worry, he wasn’t showing any signs of affection. Just interest in your virginity which isn’t what you wanted. “Take a deep breath for me yeah?” You nod your head. He pushes the shirt up your hips, up over your chest. He helps you pull it over your head and that’s when he kisses you for the first time. Heat pools between your legs from just his deep kiss alone. He’s intoxicating. Your mind blurs, time seeming to move faster as he kisses down your chest and stomach. “You can stop me. Don’t feel obligated to let me do this okay?”

You nod your head, mind still fuzzy.

You’ve still got on the white cotton panties, and he runs his fingers over your mound through them, drawing a gasp from your lips. He leans in, sliding his tongue over the fabric, driving you insane. He was good at teasing. Your chest rises faster with each movement he makes, kissing and licking at your clothed core, the light friction drive you insane. He was having fun with it, enjoying the way you squirmed. You wanted to be touched by him. When he’s felt like you’ve had enough, he grasps the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs. He slides his tongue over your sensitive nub, and you move your hips away from him. Drawing a deep chuckle from his lips. “Relax, I know it’s sensitive.” He smirk, grasping your thighs and holding them down. “Focus on me okay? Gonna make you feel real good about yourself.” He breathes, leaning in. He holds you still and you have no choice but to let him hold you there. You weren’t stronger than him, had no other choice as he buries his tongue between your folds. Flicking it back and fourth over your opening, flattening it over your clit. Your thighs shook slightly at how aggressive he was being. Not even you had shown your body that much attention.

It doesn’t take long until you’re crying out for him, tears filling your eyes from how overwhelmed you are. You’ve got a death grip on his Mohawk and he can’t help but love every second of this. You squirming beneath him. You were loving every bit of what he was doing to you, and it was only just a small fraction of what he had in store. “Such a good girl f’me.” He moans into your opening. He removes one hand from your thigh, moving the other over your pelvic bone to hold you still. He gathers your wetness on one of his fingers, sliding it into your opening. Your eyes widen and you let your head fall back into his bed, moaning out as he starts to pump it into you, curling it into your spongy spot. You weren’t going to last long. “Oh- fuck!” You gasp. Your thighs are shaking even more now, he’s pulling you closer and closer to your edge. His tongue is still assaulting your sensitive clit, and he adds another finger. You can barely form words as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge of pure ecstasy.

“I- Soap I’m gonn-“ a cry leaves your lips, and you buck your hips up into him. But he keeps going. Tongue furiously flicking over your clit, sucking gently at it. Fingers still moving inside of you. Your body shakes with your first orgasm of the night and you’re panting hard when he finally pulls away. Your eyes are still glossed over and you look fucking perfect to him. So fucking beautiful. He moves himself over you, lips going back to attacking yours as he ruts his clothed cock against your soaked entrance. He was turned on. “Can you take more, bunny?”

You nod your head. “Good girl.” He smiles. He works to remove his pants, sitting up off of the bed to pull them down his legs, discarding them elsewhere. Doing the same to his shirt. He moves himself between your legs, pupils still flared out in arousal. His cock is dripping at the tip. “Pretty girl.. gonna make you feel so good.” He breathes. He was huge and it worried you as he presses his tip against your opening. “S’okay. It’ll hurt a little at first okay?” He breathes. “Just relax for me.” He mumbles. You take a deep breath. His top pushes through your folds and your lips part slightly. He grasps his fingers in yours, entwining his fingers into yours and raising them over your head. “Give yourself to me.” He breathes, lips brushing over yours. He kisses you hard and you flinch as he sinks himself into you deeper. His lips don’t move away from yours as he’s sliding deeper, when he finally bottoms out inside of you, he pulls away and a gasp leaves your lips. “H-hurts Johnny,” you whimper, moving your hips uncomfortably. “It’ll feel better baby. Promise.”

He rocks his hips into yours slowly, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself into you until you were crying, but he’d hold himself back.

For now.

He slides out of you completely, sliding back in until you’re full again, another gasp leaving your lips. “Fuck, I feel so full when you do that-“ your eyes gloss over once again. The way your body reacted to him was crazy. He starts to thrust himself in and out of you as you grow used to him, and he’s moving at a slow but steady pace. You’re getting more used to him, and it’s even started to feel a little better. You’re quiet at first, watching the way his massive cock slides in and out of you, mesmerized by how much your body could take. But the more he fucked you, the better it started to feel. Small moans and whimpers started to leave your lips and the small amount of worry he had growing slowly started to fade away. He was worried he’d hurt you too bad, or maybe it just didn’t feel good. But all you needed was a little time to adjust to him and his size. “You gave your virginity to me baby, how do you feel?” He smiles, your cheeks turned pink at his tone. “Feels really good.” You whimper. “That’s my girl.” He smiles.

The more used to him you are, the better he feels. Stretching you perfectly. He was thrusting right into your sweet spot, your body was shivering from the pleasure. “Feels so good-“ you gasp, leaning up onto your elbows and letting your head fall back. “You’re so fucking tight.” He lowers his head, barely keeping himself together. Soap can’t even remember the last time he had sex, but this? Was unlike any other encounter he’d ever had. He was convinced you were made for him, how perfect you were on him. He’s fighting his high off, your moans sound perfect. Your skin is soft and comfortable and each time he touches you, he’s struggling to keep himself together. He pushes your thighs up a little bit, sliding deeper into you. He draws a gasp from you and you cry out as he fucks into you harder. “Can’t help myself. Forgive me.” He groans. He’s a little more rough than before, he’s chasing after his high, maybe he’s a little selfish for how bad he wants to cum inside you, but he can’t help it. You’re raking your nails across his back and he’s hissing, but he loves it. He loves the raw passion the both of you shared, despite never having any interactions like this before. You showed no sighs of ever being interested in him, he was taken so off guard when you approached him like this. But he didn’t mind. You were stunning and you wanted him. Who in their right mind would pass up in that offer?

He grasps your leg, moving it over the other until you’re on your side. He slides himself back into you, going a little deeper than before, pulling even more moans and whimpers from you. His hands glide over you, your chilly skin being warmed by his hands rounding the curve of your ass as he pounds his hips into yours. He’s got beads of sweat traveling down his face. His lower stomach is clenching up so much, he can barely hold on. His cock is begging for release, and you were perfect. Perfect for that. He pushes down on your hips, pounding his cock into you until you’re crying out for him, thankful nobody else was around to hear you. The sounds coming from his room were sinful. “So close- so fucking close.” He growls. “Johnny- fuck!” You cry out, lifting your hips into his. “Gonna fill this sweet pussy. Gonna make you feel so good.” He groans. He’s right on the edge. You start to tighten around him and he knows you’re getting close. He groans out even louder than before. A mewl leaves your lips and he knows you’re right there with him. “Cum for me sweetheart. Give it to me.” He breathes, breath hot against your face as his lips glide over yours. Strings of saliva connecting the both of you as he pulls away.

A cry leaves your lips as you finally cum around him, your second orgasm more intense than your first. Your tightening around him sending him over the edge and he thrusts hard, hips halting as a string of cries leave his lips as he fills you. “Fuck Babygirl.” He pants, sliding himself out of you before collapsing next to you. You’re both breathing hard. Sweat and cum covering the both of you. The both of you have blushing red skin, flushed cheeks. Soap is still trying to get his breath back. “You’re fuckin stunning you know that?” He runs his hand along your hip. You smile. “Thank you. You’re stunning too.” You giggle. “I mean it.” He smiles. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head. “Just.. can’t believe it.” You blush. “It’ll start to set in here pretty quickly.” He smiles, kissing you again. “Cmon, let’s go get something to drink, yeah?” You nod your head, standing up.

You blush, feeling his cum start to run down your legs. “I um.. need to clean up first.”

He notices the way he runs down your inner thigh. “Eh. Maybe another round wouldn’t hurt, ah?” He smirks.

This is also not proofread I’m being lazy today XD

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[murdock-barnes]

I NEED A MATTHEW MURDOCK ANGST sort of? based on the she hulk episode. so they're like married but he's still this huge player and sleeps with random women when his wife isn't at home, like when he went to LA or whatever he fucked she hulk even when he's in a relationship and she finds out and just breaks down preferably no smut with reader and matty but add whatever u want with him and anyone else ty!!

A Million Heartbreaks

Matt Murdock x Fem!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Manwhore Matt(he deserves his own warning lmao), pure angst

Word Count: 1,8K

A/N: Reblogs and comments are sooo appreciated! I really wanna hear what you think of this🥹

You stirred awake upon hearing the door being shut. Confusion and panic filled you for a second but then you remembered that your husband had a late flight. It must have been him.

"Matthew?" you called out.

"Yeah, it's me," his voice came. A relief filled you when you heard his voice, accompanied by deep sorrow.

He entered the bedroom, dropping his suitcase. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

You shook your head no, he could tell. Matt was always so sweet... until he's not.

You sat up, your back on the bedframe. "How was your trip?"

"Uh... it was okay." He was shaking off his clothes as he talked.

"That's it?" you asked. "Tell me more. I would love to hear about She-Hulk. She's so famous these days."

"Yeah... she was cool. Jen is a great lawyer."

"Jen?" you mumbled under your breath.

He noticed the change in your tone but didn't want to further investigate. He was left in his boxers and now slipped under the covers beside you. He seemed ready to sleep.

"I saw the trial, you know? On the news," you said. "Jennifer was talking to the reporters outside the court and I saw you in the back, leaving the building with that designer guy."

"Uh huh."

"You weren't wearing your wedding ring."

Matt's eyes opened. You couldn't hear heartbeats but you knew his got way quicker now.

"Baby..." he started.

“You just can’t help it, can you?" The disappointment in your voice burned his chest. Matt was truly sorry but yes he knew he just couldn't help it.

"What are you talking about?" His brows furrowed. Oh, he was gonna take the highway again.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You couldn't keep it in your pants... AGAIN. You fucked Jennifer."

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me... I don't have to explain myself but that did not happen."

There he was. The same old same old.

"I can't believe you..."

"Sweetheart, I swear nothing happened between me and her. Can we just talk about this in the morning?" He closed his eyes and shuffled to get into a more comfortable position.

"Oh my God! You're unbelievable and insufferable!"

He opened his eyes with a huff. His attitude only made you more annoyed and angry.

"Don't even try, Matt. There's a literal video of you leaving her house, doing the walk of shame. Some dude recognized your pathetic ass, filmed it, and put it on Twitter."

"What? That couldn't be me. I was in my hotel room all night."

He was kidding, right? Did he really think you were that dumb?

"I swear to God, if you attempt to gaslight me one more time, I'm gonna smack you so hard in the face."

He squeezed his eyes shut with a grunt. You didn't say a word and just waited for him to admit it. It's always been the same. He cheated, you confronted him, he denied it, and then confessed his sins. The same cat and mouse game.

"I did it." His voice was bitter, guilt dripping from every word. You couldn't give two fucks about his so-called guilt.

You chuckled, knowingly. He did it again despite his promises... and the promises before that... and before that. You gave him another chance every time because you wanted to believe in him. You've seen how determined he could be with his vigilante shit. Maybe he could put the same effort into his marriage. He never did.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what-"

"Shut it!" your voice grew stronger now. Your body was burning with rage and sadness and disappointment.

"How could you, Matt? Again?" You threw off the covers, sitting taller. "I am so sick and tired. I can't take it anymore."

He got up and sit, turning to you. His hands reached yours to hold but you drew them back, away from his touch. You got off the bed and started pacing the room.

"Please, I'll make it up-"

You couldn't stand hearing his whining, honestly. "Oh, stop it! It's the same thing every time. You go fuck around and come back, begging me to forgive you. You have no fucking respect for me, let alone love! I've had enough."

He pouted "Don't say that, you know I love you."

"No, you don't... No. If you were, you wouldn't do any of this."

He got up quickly and before you know it, he was at your feet, groveling. His forehead hit the ground and his hands grabbed your ankles. "I'll pray. I'll confess and repent my sins. Please, forgive me. I truly am sorry. Please."

Was he fucking for real? You backed away, slipping away from his clutch.

"You're such a good Catholic boy, aren't you? Catholic, my ass! Your conscience only seems to be working when it comes to killing but adultery and lying are okay, huh?"

A pained grunt came from him but he stayed in the same position. "I know, I'm a horrible person. I've made a mistake again. Please, take me back."

"You said it was a mistake with Claire, too and it was just one time with Karen. And Elektra... don't even get me started on her." You took in a sharp breath. Tears were burning your eyes. "You always went back to her. Whenever you were in trouble, you didn't come to me. Instead, you went into her arms."

He was silent as he sat up, taking his head between his hands.

"I don't know... maybe I am the problem. Maybe I couldn't give you the comfort that a wife should've given but I tried my best, Matt. You didn't even try." Your voice cracked in the last part and tears started to spill down your face.

"No... no. It's not you. You've been nothing but supportive and loving to me. I... I ruin everything." He swallowed hard with that lump in his throat. He hated seeing you sad and especially knowing that he was the one that was making you sad.

"You can't just say you ruin everything and move on with your life being an impending doom, Matt. You gave up. You're not even trying to be better. I've been on my own in this marriage for a long time now."

You sat on the bed with a huff. How did your relationship turn into this? It was all so sweet in the beginning. That night at the bar changed your life. This handsome, mysterious stranger approached you, buying you a drink. Honestly, you just wanted a free drink but the conversation hooked you. He was a charming man and a dangerous one. It felt like he was luring you into dark, shady waters but he was oh-so-sweet.

It was a month into your relationship when you found out he was the devil of Hell's Kitchen. One night, he stumbled into your apartment, beaten up and bloody. You spent the rest of the night tending his wounds. For you, it was hard to accept that he was risking his life out there every night. Somehow you got used to it.

Three months after getting married, you got promoted at work. Everything was so great, you were so happy. However, now your position required you to travel sometimes and you hated being away from Matt.

It was one of those nights that you came from a trip. Matt wasn't home so you just changed and decided to wait for him. You poured yourself a glass of wine and right when you were about to sit on the couch, something caught your eye. You leaned down to check. There was a red thong beside the couch, almost under it. Your body froze, all the air in your lungs emptying. It definitely wasn't yours. When you confronted Matt about it, he refused to recognize the underwear. Shocking! He even claimed that it was yours. That was your first big fight and when you find out about Claire.

There have been more work trips and more women. You only knew about Claire, Karen, and Elektra but you were certain that there were so much more. Why was he doing this? Why having you wasn't enough?

"Was I ever enough for you, Matthew?"

Matt never ever heard your voice so broken. He was drowning in your sadness while the taste of your tears filled the room.

"I gave you all of me and I did it gladly. I love you with all my heart, all my existence. We took a vow. We swore before God. We promised to honor each other." Your voice was barely a whisper now but he heard you loud and clear.

You fiddled with your ring, it almost burned your flesh now. "We promised to wear these rings to show our love and faithfulness."

Matt was sitting there silently and tears were falling out of his eyes. He was well aware that he fucked up. He ruined the best thing in his life. He made his one and only's heart bleed.

You were just sitting there contemplating the broken shards that were your marriage. You never loved anyone as much as you loved him. Hell, that was probably the only reason you kept forgiving him. He was a good man, you knew but he was in a constant battle with his demons. He would sometimes be off the rails but he always came back to you.

How long could you do this? How many more women? All these years, he trampled down your honor and dignity in the name of love and mistakes but no more.

No more.

You took a deep breath in and got up. It might've looked like a simple movement but it took all your courage and what's left of your dignity. You wouldn't take this man's disrespect and dishonesty anymore. Matt's head snapped in your direction, following every little movement.

You walked to the front door, grabbing your purse and coat. When Matt realized what was happening, he was by your side before you know it.

"Baby, please don't go. Let's just talk." He grabbed you by the waist and tried to halt your motion.

You tried to shrug him off but his hold was strong. "There's nothing to talk about. Let me go."

Matt's heart was breaking into million pieces. The idea of you leaving him... the idea of moving on with his life without you... he wished he could take back the time and undo every misdeed he committed.

"Don't leave me. Please... I'll change... for good this time, I swear. Baby, please don't do this to me."

His words burned through your chest. Even though he broke your heart a million times, you still felt sad because he was sad. His pretty face was contorted in pain. His unfocused eyes were filled with tears. You wanted to reach and wipe his tears away, give him a kiss and hug him.

No more.

"I'm done, Matt. I can't do this anymore. I don't deserve to be treated like this. I never did." You freed yourself from his grip and opened the door.

He fell onto his knees with a sob. "Please..."

You took in the view in front of you, feeling pity for him. Right before you walked out of the door, you said "Sign the divorce papers when they arrive."

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[hiraeth-witch-11]

Forgotten Potatoes

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f recieving), PIV sex, wrap it before you tap it, aftercare

Word Count: 3000ish

Billy was, once again, late to dinner. You know he’s busy, being a CEO is a lot of work and you respect that. You also know he spends plenty of time out picking up women. The least he could do was show up on time for his best friend. The two of you eat dinner at the same time every week, it’s not hard to remember. The sight of him rushing through your door, almost an hour late has you forcing yourself to take deep breaths to keep from snapping.

“I am so sorry, sweetheart. A meetin’ ran late and traffic was hell.”

“It’s fi- is that a hickey?” You were about to let his tardiness go, you really were. But the sight of the faint bruise on the right side of his neck has you fuming.

“Probably from the other night, my date got a bit carried away,” Billy grins, but you aren’t smiling.

“Carried away. Right.” You turn from him, making some excuse about checking the potatoes. He sees right through you.

“You seem upset.”

“No shit, Sherlock. You’re 52 minutes late and have a frickin’ hickey. Were you expecting me to be happy about that?” You’re overreacting, you know you are. You have no right to react this way about Billy’s sex life. This is nothing new. You don’t know why you’re so angry right now.

“I apologized for being late, sweetheart. You’ve never been upset about seeing marks before.” His tone is amused and it’s just ticking you off even further. 

“Usually your ‘dates’ know better than to leave them in obvious places.”

“Are you- are you jealous?” 

“Why would I be jealous?” You scoff.

Billy tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t know, sweetheart. You tell me?”

You gulp and try to maintain your quickly fading anger as it’s replaced with desire. “Don’t tease me, William. Unless you want me to burn your food?”

“I think I’d rather eat something else.” Billy’s staring at you with an intensity that lights a fire low in your stomach.

“I don’t appreciate being mocked.”

“I’m not mockin’ you, sweetheart.”

“I’m not sleeping with you, Russo.”

“Why not?” Billy asks in surprise.

“‘Cause I can’t do the whole casual sex thing with someone I care about and I’m not ruining our friendship just ‘cause you’re horny and I’m the closest available option.”

“Baby, you wanna know the real reason I’ve been late so often lately?” 

You nod.

“I’ve been tryin’ to work up the courage to tell you how I feel, for weeks now. I can’t take my mind off you. I tried to go out with other women and I don’t want them. I only want you.”

You lick your lips and watch as Billy’s eyes follow the motion. “And the hickey?” You ask.

“It didn’t go any further. I was tryin’ to distract myself ‘cause I didn’t think you thought of me that way.”

“And what makes you so sure that I do, now?”

“Friends don’t get that pissed at the sight of a hickey, sweetheart.”

“You want me?” You question, still not believing your ears.

“You and only you, baby. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” Billy murmurs. “Can I?” He looks down at your lips pointedly.

You nod quickly.

“Need you to say it, sweetheart.”

“Yes, kiss me. Please, Billy.” 

As soon as the words are out, his lips are on yours, moving insistently. Your hands clutch the front of his shirt, as if afraid he’ll stop and pull away, but Billy has no intentions of stopping. One hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you in, while the other tangles itself in your hair.

Dinner is forgotten as Billy starts pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall. You move your hands into his hair and he presses against you until your body is flush with his. A firm tug of your hair causes you to part your lips in surprise, something Billy quickly takes advantage of, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He practically steals the breath from your lungs before pressing a series of kisses against your jaw.

His lips trail up and down your neck before he gently scrapes his teeth against your skin and you let out a breathy moan. 

“You like that, baby?” Billy asks, nipping at your ear. You can only groan and nod in response. He takes that as a sign to continue, biting down sharply on your neck before soothing the sting with his tongue. Your left hand is tightly woven into his hair and your right hand is wrapped around his shoulder. Your core is pulsing with need and you rub your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure. Of course Billy immediately notices.

“So needy,” he hums. 

His hands grip your waist and he lifts you upwards. You squeak in surprise, but he ignores it, setting you down onto his thigh as he continues sucking at your throat. You can’t help but begin to grind yourself against him. You let out a sound of pleasure that has you reddening in embarrassment and clamping your lips shut to prevent any more noise from escaping. Billy’s mouth covers yours roughly, teeth tugging at your bottom lip before pressing his tongue inwards in search of yours. His hands slip downwards and grip your hips, dragging you up and down his thigh, creating delicious friction against your clothed pussy. His mouth swallows your cry and you move to tug his shirt over his head. You whine when his hands stop touching you, but they return after he tosses his shirt over his shoulder.

You run your hands across the firm muscle of his chest and abdomen, luxuriating in the skin to skin contact. 

“May I?” Billy asks, pulling back and looking into your eyes as he pulls at your top. You don’t answer, choosing to yank the shirt and pants off yourself, exposing your lace black bralette and thong. Billy groans at the sight.

“Who were you wearing this for?” He growls.

“Wanted to feel pretty.”

“Baby, you're the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. And you’re all mine now. Right?”

You nod jerkily. He slips a hand between your legs, circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. Your hips jerk involuntarily and his other hand’s grip on your hip tightens. “Say it.”

“‘M yours, Billy, only yours,” your voice trails off in a whine as he increases the pressure on your clit. You cover your mouth with your hand, but Billy pulls it off.

“I want to hear all of those sweet, little noises, baby.”

Billy undoes his belt and kicks off his pants, left only in his boxers. Then he reaches behind you and expertly unclasps your bra singlehandedly. You help him pull it off your shoulders before he lifts you up against the wall, encouraging your legs to wrap around his waist. This position puts him almost eye level with your breasts, something you barely have time to notice before the wet heat of his mouth encircles one of your nipples.

Your hips jerk when he tugs gently with his teeth and you’re certain he can feel how wet you are against his stomach. Turning his attention to the other breast, he experiments with different pressures using his teeth, lips, and tongue. The whole time his eyes never leave your face as he takes note of each and every reaction.

“Bedroom,” you gasp. Billy doesn’t put you down, just carries you to his room and tosses you backwards onto the bed. You bounce and almost giggle, but your gaze catches on the hardness barely contained by his boxers. You’d always thought Billy was big, but it was an entirely different thing to know. To be honest, you were nervous that it wouldn’t fit. You only really had any recent experience with toys, most of which were of an average size and even those felt like a stretch some days. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you nice and opened up for me.” He grins, all teeth, before joining you on the bed and crawling over you. 

He keeps his eyes on yours as he dips his fingers under the fabric and gently brushes your bare clit. Your eyes snap shut at the sensation and he tugs sharply at your hair, making you moan.

“Keep your eyes on me. Do you understand?” Billy orders and you nod, earning another sharp tug of your hair.

“I understand, Billy,” you whine.

“Good girl.” He rewards you by pushing his index finger into your cunt, coating it in your slick before dragging it to your clit and rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. Billy drops his mouth to your chest and begins nipping at your breasts, the pain an intoxicating contrast to the pleasure of his hand on your clit. 

He alternates directions and speeds, carefully listening to each catch of your breath, before settling on a zig zag pattern that you react the strongest to. Slowly, he adds more pressure and speed until you’re panting underneath him, trying to keep still. Your pussy starts to clench around nothing and as if he can sense your impending orgasm, he speeds up and digs his teeth into your neck, just shy of breaking skin.

Your back arches off the bed as you cum, clit throbbing as Billy continues to pleasure you, never once slowing down or stopping as he pushes you towards overstimulation. Just as it begins to get too much, he eases off, gently stroking you as he kisses your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull his weight onto you as you come down from your high.

“You okay, baby?” Billy asks, amused.

You nod before stopping and saying breathlessly, “I’m okay, Billy. You’re really good at that.”

He chuckles and pulls himself off of you, lifting himself onto his knees until he’s no longer touching you. “I got some other things I can show you that I’m really good at. Unless you want to stop for tonight?” He’s earnest in his offer, wanting to make sure you’re still comfortable.

“I think you might just be all talk, Russo. Maybe you should prove it,” you challenge with a wry smile.

“I obviously haven’t done a good enough job if you can still sass me.” He shakes his head and muses,”I wonder how many orgasms it’ll take to fuck that out of you?”

You try to suppress a shiver at his words, but you’re sure he sees it. You prop yourself up on your elbows and say, “Big talk for a man who’s currently not touching me.”

He growls and wraps his arms under your thighs, tugging you towards him before he grasps the soaked fabric of your thong and rips it off. You’re not sure what he intends to do when he suddenly bites your upper thigh and you cry out.

He licks at the redness of the imprint before moving to the other thigh and biting again, just as harshly. Your hips jerk upward and you wish he would touch you properly and stop teasing.

“I won’t make you beg today, sweetheart,” he says as if reading your mind. 

Then he moves his mouth to your lower lips and licks a long, broad strip from your hole to your clit. Your head falls back and he gives you a gentle slap to the outside of your thigh. “Eyes on me or I’ll stop,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you say without thinking. His eyes widen, but he thankfully doesn’t comment on it before he puts his mouth back on you.

“You taste better than I imagined, baby,” he says after coming up for a moment.

Billy takes his time teasing you with his tongue as his strong arms prevent you from wiggling. He drags his tongue up and down your sex, occasionally stopping to swirl it around your clit, but never focusing long enough for you to cum. He begins fucking you with the wet muscle and your eyes shut for a moment. A sharp smack to your thigh has you opening them quickly and Billy hums in approval, the vibrations against your cunt making you groan.

“Billy,” you whimper when he thrusts his tongue back into you. You think that flips a switch as he moves to your clit, wraps his lips around it and sucks.

“Fuck!” You shout and you swear the dark brown of his eyes have turned fully black with how dilated his pupils are. 

He releases your nub and starts flicking it with his tongue. Firm flicks up and down, and then soft circular motions, before sucking your clit back into his mouth.

“Feels good, Billy, so good.” He doubles his efforts.

You feel your core tightening, you’re so close. He tugs your clit gently with his teeth and you cum, stars filling your vision. The sensation is like lightning over your skin. As you cum, Billy slips a finger into you, softly stroking upward as he enjoys the feeling of you clenching around him, imagining what it will feel like around his cock. You squirm against him, trying to escape the intense stimulation, but he doesn’t let you move an inch, sucking harshly against your clit. You whine and buck your hips into his mouth. Your hands shoot to his hair and your tugging gets him to finally ease up.

He allows you to come down, continuing to gently stroke your insides. He removes his finger and licks some of the slick still dripping from your cunt, carefully avoiding your clit to avoid overstimulating you. Your breath comes in quick pants and all you can think about is Billy touching you.

“More?” He asks and you nod eagerly. Billy slips his index finger back into your pussy, quickly adding a second. You hum at the stretch. His fingers are so much longer and thicker than yours, reaching spots you are never able to as he crooks them inside you. Your hips move of their own accord, trying to grind down against his hand.

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need soon enough.” Billy spends a few more moments leisurely stroking your g-spot before he adds a 3rd finger. You are so wet, it slides in almost effortlessly as you stretch around him. His thumb rubs against your clit and you’re moments away from finishing again.

“Please, Billy. I want you,” you beg. Before you can orgasm for the 3rd time tonight, he withdraws his fingers, leaning up over you and offering one to your mouth. You accept it eagerly and suck, swirling your tongue around the digit as you stare up at him with low lidded eyes.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” Billy pulls his finger from your lips and licks the rest of them clean himself. “Condom?”

“Nightstand,” you answer, sitting up. Billy opens the drawer and pulls out one of the tiny packages, tearing it open and handing it to you. He kicks off his boxers and you are speechless for a moment, distracted by the sight of his cock. Billy smirks at you and you snap out of it, grasping his length in your hand and firmly stroking up and down, rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip. 

“Fuck,” he gasps and you grin, rolling the condom over him. Once it’s in place, he pushes you flat onto the bed and hives over you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, are you?” You ask.

“Never been more sure of anythin’ in my life, sweetheart.” Billy lines himself up with your dripping core and slowly sinks inch after inch into you. You’ve never felt this full in your life, never felt this good. 

Once fully seated, he gives you a moment to adjust before pulling almost completely out and pushing back in. You rock against him, encouraging him to continue moving.

He fucks you in a way that’s almost tender, if it weren’t for the way he continued to nip and suck at your neck. From this angle, the hickey from whatever woman he had been with last is right in your face, mocking you. You lean your head closer and bite more roughly than you had intended, but Billy likes it if the lusty moan escaping his lips is any indicator. His hips snap faster against you as you suck hard and wet on his neck, determined to cover the mark with a much larger one of your own.

“Such a good girl for me. Taking me so well. You look so pretty stretched out on my cock.”

“Fuck, Billy,” you whine as your fingers dig into his back. You’re so close you can barely think.

Billy’s hand sneaks between your bodies and begins rubbing fast circles against your clit as his thrusts pick up speed. The knot in your stomach tightens. Your core clenches and your thighs begin to shake.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Billy  murmurs by your ear, gently tugging on the lobe with his teeth.

“Mmhmm.” You aren’t really capable of full sentences right now. All you can think about is his skin against yours. The lewd, wet sounds filling the room. The thrust of his cock against your g-spot makes you see stars.

“Be a good girl and cum.”

That’s all it takes to set off the deep waves of pleasure that lick up your spine as your pussy clenches around Billy’s cock, triggering his own orgasm. You can feel him pulsing inside you, the movement of his hips stuttering and slowing. The hand at your clit slows to a stop and the two of you pant against each other. 

You feel weightless, breathless, and you doubt you could move if you wanted to. A small noise of protest leaves your lips as Billy pulls out, but he shushes you softly, disappearing into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He comes back with a damp washcloth and cleans you up, tossing it in the hamper and crawling into bed next to you.

You roll onto your side and wrap yourself around him. With one hand, Billy traces his fingers up and down your spine as the other strokes your hair.

“Stay the night?” You ask quietly.

“I’ll stay until you kick me out, baby.”

“Forever, then?”

“I can work with that,” Billy says with a grin.

You hum happily before lurching upright at the smell of smoke. 

“The potatoes!”

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Ménage à Mayan - An Angel Reyes/Reader/Manny One Shot Story.

You’ve been left frustrated by the actions of your scumbag boyfriend one too many times, when Manny and Angel sweep in to remind you what it is to be desired. Also features a couple of little guest appearances at the end I think a few of you might be excited to see again!

Words - 3,705

Warnings - Threesome smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I fucking hate that guy, man,” Manny begins, shaking his head as he sinks his beer, picking up a fresh one from the bar.  

“You only hate him because you wanna go lay your pipe right up in his woman,” Angel mutters, nudging him with an elbow. Manny frowns, his smile suddenly widening, poking his tongue out between his teeth a little before laughing, low and dirty.  

“You got me, homes,” he begins, wrapping his arm around his friend’s head and kissing it. “I think in the interests of club harmony, I shouldn’t rock the boat, though.”

Angel snorts. “Why? It’s Isaac, bro. Even half his own club don’t like him. You railing his ole’ lady ain’t gonna have shit to do with club politics, man. Just don’t fucking get caught.” He looks thoughtful, Angel beginning to grin wider. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. You seen that ass? Damn.”  

“Or,” Manny begins, sniffing, “we could share?”  

Immediately, Angel looks sharply to his side, his face alight with mischief. “Hmmm...”  

“You in? Ain’t gonna be embarrassed when I pull my dick out and you realise it’s longer than your forearm?”

Angel snorts, grasping his crotch. “I got enough down here, mano. Trust me, ain’t nobody getting embarrassed. I’m in. Now, we just gotta lure her away when he passes out, because that dude is drunk as fuck. Ain’t gonna be long.”  

While the two handsome Latino men are discussing their plans for you, you’re having an awful night, once again having to deal with an absolutely bombed Isaac, thinking that what you signed up for most definitely was not what you’re now getting; him being too hammered to even function. There are pass outs all around, guys taking women off to the bunk rooms here and there at the Sons clubhouse, with you knowing that if you want a comfortable place to rest and let the drunken fool currently lolling all over your shoulder sleep it off, you need to act fast.  

“Come on, get up,” you order him, Isaac grunting as you pull him to his feet,  

“Where we going, huh?” he slurs, before he lifts his head and realises. “Ahhh, nice plan, honey. I’m gonna get on you and ride you harder than my fuckin’ Harley.”  

No, he isn’t. And you know that for certain. Steering him into the last available room, you sigh, looking back over at the bar, where two sets of brown eyes have followed you. Damn. You’d much rather be on the arm of one of those two. They can handle their beer, for one. You also know that beneath the flannels and denim, they have the kind of bodies your boyfriend doesn’t. Hard, muscular, gorgeous. You can also wager they’d likely treat you better than the drunken psychopath you’ve found yourself shackled to.  

Throwing the aforementioned drunken psychopath down onto the bed after he stumbles and almost rips the door off its hinges, you go back to close it, sighing when suddenly, something prevents you from shutting it completely.  

“Want some company?” Angel asks you, Manny at his side, his eyes raking over you appreciatively.  

“Eh, I guess I could just come back out and join you guys at the bar,” you shrug, taking a step through the door, but having your path blocked.  

“Not for what we had in mind, mamas,” Manny drawls smoothly, his eyebrows twitching in suggestion.  

“But I’m...” you begin. “And he’s...” Jerking your thumb over your shoulder, you then turn to view Isaac, snoring heavily, sliding from the bed until he suddenly crashes onto the floor.  

“He’s passed out, querida. Ain’t nothing waking him, not even the sound of a couple of Mayans getting balls deep in his ole’ lady. That is, if you want us to be?” Angel smirks, reaching out to run his fingers down your arm.  

You bite your lip, a little ripple of nervous energy fluttering through your insides.  

“I mean, it’s just fucking rude of him,” Manny begins, gesturing to the drunken heap upon the floor. “To get so wasted that he can’t take of his fine assed woman!” Reaching forward, he lets his finger skim around the edge of where your bra peeks out over your tight top, eliciting a flush of goosepimples to rise up to his touch. “You shouldn’t have to go without, you know. Ain’t fair on you, is it, Angel?”

“Nah,” his friend begins, shaking his head, walking you back into the room, his hands tugging the straps of your top and bra down, Manny closing the door behind him. “Not when she looks this good...” Pausing, he moves your hair, his tongue gliding over your throat, “and yeah, tastes this good, too.” Two extremely hot men... and they both want you... at the same time...  

What’s a girl to do?

Grasping Angel by his kutte, you kiss him, the feeling of his big, firm body against yours making a wave of heat mist up your spine. God, he smells so good, and his kisses are amazing, only breaking when you turn your head to receive the same from Manny, who is hitching up your skirt, hands drifting all over your ass and down your legs, the trawl of his fingertips at the back of your thighs evoking shudders.  

They take you back to the bed with a thud, your clothes being shed, naked between them in little more than seconds, hands wandering all over them both, wanting to try to give them both equal attention. God, they’re both so hot. They make you wonder what the hell you ever saw in the snoring mess of a man upon the floor as you undo Angel’s shirt, exposing his perfect, smooth chest, biting onto a dark nipple and evoking a deep groan as he shrugs himself from his shirt and kutte, throwing them onto the floor, Manny’s mouth closing over your nipple, his fingers stroking at the petals of your cunt with a shuddered breath.  

“Fuck, so damned wet already, shit.” he grunts, running his tongue up your throat as your kisses with Angel become more heated, your hand roaming over the bulge in his jeans. Lord, that’s a fucking big dick. You pant into each other's mouths as you unfasten his belt and jeans, needing to feel what strains for release within, Manny moving down the bed to pull your thighs apart and bury his mouth between them. “Oh god, you fucking taste amazing, carina. Shit, imma fucking ruin you with my tongue.”

And oh, how he does, while you focus on Angel, your hand gripping his cock, pulling it from within his jeans and boxers, squeezing hard, making him shudder as he sucks your tongue with a growl, your hand pumping at him, wringing beads of precum from the tip smoothed and stroked with your thumb as he grasps your throat in his big hand, your kisses all fire and smoke as what Manny bestows on you has you whining softly.  

Those soft whines build in intensity, the faster he licks at you, making your clit pebble against the tip of his tongue, the feel of your nails dragging over his scalp as your legs close around his head driving his licks, faster and faster until you’re falling apart for him, glimmers throbbing through you, his lips wrapping your bud in a firm suck as he groans.  

“Hey, you’re massively overdressed for this,” you tell Manny, Angel sucking a purple welt onto your neck, your brain not caring to connect the fact that Isaac will likely go insane at seeing it eventually.  

He surfaces from between your legs, kissing your inner thigh. “Then why don’t you come undress me then, huh?” Pushing him up to his knees, you kiss him, tasting yourself on your lips as you kneel before him, Angel’s tongue running up your spine as he rids himself of the rest of his clothing, your hands unbuttoning Manny’s shirt, fingers stroking his soft skin as it’s exposed to you. Soon, you’re flanked by two naked bodies, two mouths scattering hungry kisses over your skin, Angel’s fingers sliding down to slip into the clutch of your cunt, Manny’s then doing the same.  

“I don’t think I can fit that much in me at once, fellas,” you giggle, tongue circling Manny’s nipple, laying a soft bite upon it.

“Mmm, we’ll see.” He pushes at your entrance, opening you wider, making the breath hitch in your throat as with a groan, you relax, taking them, that hitched breath leaving your open mouth shakily as you feel yourself being finger fucked dually.  

“Oh my god!” you shriek, eyes flying to Isaac, making sure he didn’t wake up as you’re stretched around the heat of four fingers combing your walls, Manny’s lips locked on yours as Angel kisses your neck torridly, grinding his hard cock between your ass cheeks. It feels like insanity edged in bliss, two gorgeous men all over you, pressed between the heaven of their bodies, their fingers working you harder, your own hand curling around Manny’s cock. And lord, it isn’t small either. It’s long, thick and perfect, and all you want is to feel it hit the back of your throat, encouraging him to move and sit upon the pillows, Angel taking the initiative to shift down the bed, lying on his back beneath you, pulling your hips down towards his face.

His tongue streaks over your clit, a lick that has you tingling in an instant as you swallow back Manny’s cock, your lips pulsing around him as you drag him back out of your throat again, your body feeling as if it has entire constellations burning and collapsing within you. Sucking dick makes you horny enough, but doing it while you have a hot mouth wrapping itself around your cunt? Its desire unbridled, sin unleashed, your butt stinging when a large hand suddenly pounds off it in a hard spank, Angel sucking on your clit, his tongue still nudging your bud at the same time. 

“Oh, shit, you are so fucking incredible at that!” you exclaim, hissing a breath and groaning so deeply, you almost don’t recognise the sound as your own, closing your eyes tightly before enveloping Manny in the hot suck of your mouth once more. He curses quietly, his abs twitching beneath your touch, groans all smoke and salt as you feel him twitch between your lips, Angel spanking you again, tongue lapping over your swollen clit repeatedly.  

Your legs shake with the ember gilded tingles of pleasure, ascending sharply, the thrust of two fingers into your soaking hole sending you to the borders of euphoria at speed, your release cracking through you like the surface of a frozen lake, making you feel as if you have been split in two from the sheer force of it.  

He gives you only the time it takes for him to pull a condom from his jeans and roll it on to recover, before you feel the head of his cock sliding in sumptuous tease over your folds.  

“Yeah, is this what you want, baby? Want this big dick right up in your pussy? Want me to fucking wreck you with it?”  

Pulling the long cock from your mouth, you pant out your answer. “You’d fucking better.” He hums a soft laugh, parting your walls with the girth of him, pushing hard until he reaches your summit, hands gripping your ass as he drags back again, his cock slick with the honey of your cunt.  

“Damn, that’s such a hot little pussy.” he grunts, spanking you again. “Yeah, mamas. Imma rearrange your guts, fuck.” He builds it steadily, until you’re being railed voraciously, the bed banging against the wall, your eyes darting to the floor a few times, just to make sure that Isaac remains passed out. The thrill of it is unreal, knowing that he could wake up at any moment and witness it, you being pounded by one Mayan while you have another fucking up into your mouth.  

“God damnit, baby. You’re dripping on the bed, you’re so wet. Fuck, that shit is so hot,” Angel begins, spanking you hard again. “She get this wet for you, homeboy? Oh right, you can’t answer, because your drunk ass is too passed out.”

You almost choke on Manny’s cock with laughter at his statement, nerves chilling your insides a little. Still, though, the fear doesn’t stop the wails tumbling within your throat, your mouth gagged by cock as you’re pounded in absolute frenzy. Until Isaac suddenly sits up. Manny and Angel share wide eyed looks immediately, the former raising his leg until bent at the knee to hide your face, biting his lip and trying like hell not to laugh.  

“Oh,” Isaac begins, turning away, rumbling with laughter. “Didn’t realise it was, hic, occupied.” Hauling himself up, he wobbles, almost landing on the bed, your heart in your mouth as he staggers from the room, shutting the door. 

To have that kind of reaction to sex happening in front of him, which you know he’d usually probably ask if he can at least watch, if not join in with, fuck. He really, really is hammered out of his mind. Hell, he didn’t even recognise the woman between them to be you!

“Jesus fucking Christ! I thought I was gonna pass out!” Angel yells, bursting into hysterics, resting his head down on your back for a second. “Yo, what the fuck? He didn’t even realise his old lady was getting nailed right next to him, man!”

“You alright, baby?” Manny asks, finally laughing, now he’s actually begun to breathe once more.  

You’re speechless for a few moments, wide eyed, your heart still going at what feels like a thousand miles an hour, Angel kissing his way up your back, moving your hair to kiss your neck. “Can you speak?”  

Both men are near hysterical at your wide eyed, open mouthed, stunned face. “I swear, I think I just had a small heart attack! Shit!”

“Nah, that’s scheduled for about a half hour from now.” Manny vouches with a wink, his eyes casting down. “Now, get that pretty mouth back on my cock, ‘cuz you give a damned fine blow job.” Running your tongue back up his shaft, you give him a few teasing licks, Angel beginning to thrust into you again, slow and deep, his hand slipping beneath you to stroke at your clit.  

He has sparks skittering through you, that slow trawl of his cock giving way to frenzy once more, the coil within you tightening sharply as you edge your way to an undoing that absolutely ruins you, a hot swell rolling through you before your cunt clenches around him, your sun shining over his horizon as you come undone with a wail, Angel’s groans filthily indulgent as he fucks his release into you like a piston, chasing your waves of bliss, leaving you breathless and shaking.  

Taking a handful of your hair, he hauls you up, still splitting your fluttering pussy around his girth with gentler thrusts, biting the side of your neck. “Fuck, you just made me cum so damned hard.” he groans, laughter rippling his voice. “Gimmie ten and I’ll be back, I’ll leave you in his capable hands for now.”  

He slides from within you, removing the condom and knotting it, flicking it across the room in his usual uncouth fashion, taking another out of his pocket and throwing it at Manny. “Don’t say I never got you, bro.”  

“Appreciated, man!” he chirps, while you pick it up, removing it from the packet while Angel lights himself a cigarette and lies back across the end of the bed. Taking the condom out, you position it over the head of Manny’s cock, rolling it down with your mouth before climbing astride him, sinking down on him with a soft sigh. He fills you easily, rolling your hips down to take him deep, leaning forward to lick a long, indulgent swipe up his chest, kissing him thirstily when you reach his mouth.  

You assume you’re going to be the one in control as you sit back up, but no. Not according to Manny, who grasps your waist, holds you firm and begins to fuck up into you forcefully, spearing you rapidly, your mouth dropping open, a shrill cry pouring out.  

“Yeah, you like that cock, querida? Like being fuckin’ speared on it, huh?” he pants, eyes fixed on you, loving the way the force of each thrust makes your tits bounce. You can’t even form words, gripping his arms as you cry out.

“Oh, god! I love the way you fuck me, ahhh!” you finally manage, watching him grin. But what you love even more, is having the other dark haired, big dicked man in the room return to you, pulling you off Manny and pushing inside you again, with the express purpose of wetting his cock enough for him to fuck your ass with it. Letting you get back on Manny, he kneels behind you, spitting on his fingers and pushing them deep into your narrow passage, his other hand gripping your throat in a light clutch as he opens you up.  

“Mmmm, I’m gonna ruin this pretty little asshole, baby,” he murmurs, fingers scissoring within you, sparks illuminating down to your very bones as his teeth lay another hungry bite at your throat. Once he’s certain you’re relaxed and opened enough for him, he begins to push, the head of his cock teasing at you until your nerves jangle like wind chimes, your mouth falling open. God, sexual finesse. When Isaac last gave you anal, he barely prepared you for it and certainly wasn’t gentle. He lets you become accustomed to the stretch, Manny’s powerful rhythm beneath you slowing, Angel pushing up slowly, his hands kneading your tits. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax and enjoy it. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

“Yeah, damn. She look fine as hell being split around two dicks.” Manny groans, his thumb moving to stroke at your bundle. Are all Latino guys this passionate, skilled and praising, you wonder, or have you just been chasing after too many self-centred white dudes who only thrive on their own pleasure? Either way, there is now a definite shift in your expectations from a lover.  

The further you feel Angel inching in, the better it gets, the fullness of being breeched by two iron hard cocks sending your pleasure stratospheric as you’re stroked and kissed, feeling nothing short of worshipped by them, the sounds of your groans filling the room an orchestra of sin and heat, turning your head to meet Angel’s lips as you lean back into him, your nails dragging down over the chiselled washboard of Manny’s abs as they pull you into them, make you theirs, searing pleasure into the marrow of you.  

You feel unmoored from everything other than the anchors that is them, hands wandering your body as they add a little more speed, working in perfect tandem with one another, one slipping back while the other ruts you deep, chasing the flickers of divinity that whirl through you.  

“Come on, querida, you gon’ cum for us?” Manny urges, thumb rubbing faster at your clit as he feels your soaking walls clenching hard around him.  

“Fuck yes, ahhhhh!” you sob, tears pooling your eyes, the intensity of it absolutely magmatic as they lose themselves, everything less contained, staccato thrusts bringing you to your ascension.  

“Yeah, beautiful, that’s it. We’re gonna get you there, then pin you down and cum all over you.” Angel vouches, teeth sharp at your earlobe as he groans, all sin and embers, his sweaty body dragging against yours, fingers pinching tightly at your nipples. Your release goes from smouldering tinder to all out forest fire in moments, your release making you feel as if you’re being toppled from within, muscles tensing as wave after wave washes over you, leaving you breathless and spent, still cloudy with ebbing bliss as they pull out from you and remove the latex barriers that would have caught the releases they shoot over your neck, face and tits, both falling down to bracket you, breathless and trembling.  

That night, they make you theirs another three times before you pass out in an entanglement of limbs, you being the first to wake at 9am the following morning, getting dressed and heading out, the smell of coffee filling the clubhouse, and a cup being handed to you by the SAMCRO president’s wife, a woman you’re glad likes you as much as she does, for how terrifying she is.  

“Morning, love,” Abi coos, passing you the cup of steaming good morning fuel, kissing your cheek in greeting, watching as your eyes scan around the room, looking for Isaac.  

“He’s gone, chere,” her best friend, the VP’s wife, Venus speaks from her position sitting at the bar, looking impossibly gorgeous and fresh for a woman who partied just as hard as everyone else the previous night. “We covered you, told him you’d been called into work and left already.” The way she winks, oh lord, she knows.  

Abi continues smiling, making a turning motion with her finger. “Go on, now. Back you go to your Mayan boys. A definite improvement on your usual, I have to say.”  

“You both know?” you gape, the women nodding.  

“Aye, I heard you in the early hours. Fillip had me in the room next to yours. The sounds of three people getting it on is kinda unmistakable. Good choice, though, giving them a good riding rather than that insane twat of a boyfriend of yours.”  

Of course, Abi would think that. She famously hates Isaac, your boyfriend being stupid enough to try his luck at smart mouthing her, Abi removing her shoe and smacking him in the face with it several times while threatening to blow up his bike. While he was on it. A threat you know she would have carried out, had her husband not moved in quickly to calm her down and advise Isaac that she was the very, very last woman he ever wanted to get on the wrong side of.  

“Thanks, girls,” you sigh warmly, sipping your coffee, Venus blowing you a kiss from the bar as Abi moves back to seat herself at her side.  

“Y’all give ‘em a few licks from me while you’re there, sweet thing!”

You snicker, turning to head back the way you came. “I will, Vee.”

You do, too.  

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Sliding Into Home ~ Maybe I Should Have Ducked?

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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San Francisco is usually beautiful in late Spring. The air wasn’t sweltering yet, the flowers were in bloom.  

And the rivalry with Los Angeles was in full swing.  

Frank gritted his teeth at the thought of having to see Bobby Fuller again.  That asshole had been traded two years after the Vegas incident and he and Frank had been at each others throats during that time. So seeing him with the Giants was hard.  The Dodgers would be playing the Giants more often than he did with the Red Sox.  

During the first inning, there was almost a full out brawl when the pitcher almost hit Frank in the head with an errant pitch. Frank got into his face but never made a violent move.  The benches were  given a warning and play continued.  

Abby sat in the dugout as the trainer on the field, a responsibility that she enjoyed because not only was she involved with the team, but she was also close to Frank.  They didn’t interact much, knowing the TV cameras were everywhere, but Frank gave her a side smirk every once in a while, allowing the butterflies to gather in her stomach. When he could, he gave her a gentle touch, so she knew he was there.  

It seemed the game calmed down for a few innings until the top of the sixth.  Frank was back at bat and observed a pitching changeup.  The new pitcher, Smith, stopped to hear something from Fuller and then warmed up. Frank was curious but he let it go, concentrating on the pitch. The first one was low and inside, the second was away.  Frank smirked. He knew he just needed to be patient.  

Except when the fastball went wide of the box. And bounced off of Frank’s hand and into his face.  

He dropped to the ground, not moving. Abby grabbed her bag and followed another trainer out to the field. “Adler? Frank? Can you hear me?” Abby looked at Dave, the other trainer. “We need to move him. Get the brace.”  After fitting Frank with the neck brace, Dave and Abby carefully turned him over. “Oh Frankie,” she whispered.  

Frank had blood coming from the side of his face. “Fuck,” he moaned.  He blinked. “Cricket?”  

“Oh thank God. Let’s get the backboard,” she ordered Dave. As the EMTs came in, she smiled down at Frank. “If you wanted my attention, there are other ways Franklin.”  

“Full name treatment. I’m an injured man Cricket.” He smiled but immediately grimaced. Johnny came over to check on him.  “Hey man.”  

“Adler, jesus, are you ok?” 

“Maybe I should have ducked?” 

Abby smacks his shoulder. “We’re gonna get him checked out Storm.”  They loaded him to a cart as the crowd in San Francisco clapped and Frank gave a wave.  

The ride to the hospital was quick and Abby spoke with the attending physician to advise what happened.  She stood back in the examination room as the doctors on call checked him over.  The lead doctor came to speak to Abby. “Dr. Hernandez, it looks like Mr. Adler has a very minor concussion, a contusion on his face that will require a couple of stitches and a broken pinkie finger.  My recommendation is three weeks of healing.”  

Abby let out a sigh of relief. “That's better news than I had hoped for.  I agree with your assessment.  I will let the team know. Thank you so much.”  

“We can release him in your care today but no flying for 48 hours. Let me know if you need anything else?” 

“Just copies of his records for the team.” They shook hands and Abby went to Frank. “How do you feel about a small vacation?” 

“That bad?” 

“Broken pinkie, a small cut that needs stitches, and a small concussion. The League is putting you into concussion protocol, which is two weeks and the pinkie will need an extra week.  I’m sorry love, but three weeks on the injury reserved.”  

“That’s all of June,” Frank whines as he leans his head back.  Abby runs her nails through his scalp gently and he lets out a hum of contentment. “Will you stay with me Cricket?” He looked at her with puppy eyes.  

“I will have to work a little but yes, I can stay with you.”  

“What about...” 

“He’s back east with the firm. He took a case over there that will last about a month.” She bit her lip. “We’ll be fine.”  

Frank kissed the inside of her wrist. “I love you.”  

“I love you.  Now, let’s get you discharged and to the hotel. I need to let Todd know your status and have another trainer join the team for the rest of the trip.”  

When Frank and Abby arrived back at LAX, a teary Mary and Scott were waiting for them.  Mary ran up to Frank and he scooped her up with his good hand.  She cried into his neck, and he tried to sooth her. “Hey Nugget, its ok, I’m ok.”  

Mary pulled back and squished his face between her small hands.  She pushes his head around, inspecting the cut and his eyes. “Frank, you scared me.” She pushes his lips to make him smile. “You’re smiling.”  

“Yeah, I scared me too.  But Abby took good care of me.”  He flashed a soft smile to Abby before Mary launched herself into Abby.  

“Thank you, Abby, for taking care of Frank.”  

“Always Nugget. I’ll always take care of my family.”  She put Mary down so Frank could take her hand and she turned to Scott.  “How bad?” 

“She cried until you guys called. It was pretty scary.” Scott huffs.  “If he wanted your attention...” 

“I did not do it to get her attention,” Frank growled.  “If I wanted to get her attention, I would just need to show her my...” 

“Franklin!” 

Scott snickered as Frank groaned.  “Franklin, that’s so lame,” Mary says.  

Frank looks at Abby, who blows him a kiss. He shakes his head but returns the gesture as they make it out to the car.  Getting home, Frank gets to the couch and leans his head back. “Are you in pain Frankie?” 

“A little, Cricket.” He grimaces. “Just feel pressure behind my eyes.”  

“Yep, that’s the concussion.” Abby reaches for her bag and takes out a couple of tablets. “Here, let me get you some water.” Scott comes around with a bottle of water and Frank looks at him gratefully. He swallows the medicine and tries to close his eyes. “Baby, if you want to sleep, you should be in your room with the curtains closed. You’ll feel better, promise.”  

“Will you lay with me?” he asked pathetically.  

“Sure love.”  She helps Frank up and into his room. She gets him down and curled up against him. “Better?” He nodded and closed his eyes. “Rest, my love.  I’ll be right here.”  

The next ten days were calm with Frank still recovering from his concussion. On day 12, he became restless. He woke up with his Cricket in his arms, her butt right up against his pelvis. Christ, her ass is perfect, he thinks. He lets his hand wander down, dipping below her panties. She sighs in her sleep, but Frank wants to wake her up. He pulls her leg over his hip to open her up and lets his fingertips dip into her folds. Fucking wet and warm for him, like always. He slowly sinks a finger in.  

“Frankie,” she moans softly. “Baby, your head.” 

“It is clear as ever Cricket. Can I have you?” She nods and Frank smiles. He adds a finger and pumps at a steady rhythm. She cries out quietly and he palms her clit.  He brings her to the brink and watches as she shatters in his arms.  

“Need. More,” she pants.  

“Whatever you need Cricket.”  Frank pushes her panties down her legs and then pushes his own boxers down, grasping her knee and pulling it back over his hip.  He let his tip dance around the remnants of her release before slowly pushing in. She purrs at the stretch, and he gives a low chuckle.  “Can you be quiet for me Cricket? Can you be a good girl and be quiet?” He feels her nod against his ear. He pulls back and rocks back into her and he can feel her hum at the sensation.  “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”  

Abby is lost in the sensation of Frank taking her apart slowly. He isn’t rough or fast, just taking his time, making her feel everything. She whimpers at a particularly deep thrust into her womb but she doesn’t cry out. “That's my good Cricket,” he whispers, making her clench around him. “Didn’t realize you have a thing for praise, my love.”  

“Frankie,” she whispered. “Don’t be cruel.”  

“Never, my love.” He ran a finger down her skin until he met her clit.  He rubbed slowly, feeling her build around his cock. “Are you almost there? I know you are, can feel it.”  

“Yes,” she gasped. He didn’t stop until she shattered, seeing stars as he pumped in one, two, three and released inside of her with a low groan.  

“I love you.”  

“I love you more.”  

“Not possible.”  

“Let’s take a trip.”  

Abby looks from her coffee. “What?” 

“Let’s go on a trip.  Nug has her trip to DC this week, Scott’s heading back to Boston while she’s gone. I can’t stare at these walls anymore Cricket.”  

“You’re on injured reserve Frankie, you can’t just take a trip.”  

Frank pouts and gives her puppy eyes.  “Please?” 

“Oh so you think that just giving me eyes and a sweet little please is going to change my mind.”  Abby turns back to her computer with a scoff.  She misses Frank coming from behind her and sweeping her curls off of her shoulder.  He presses sweet kisses to her neck and shoulders, watching her lose her head and tilt back, exposing more of her.  

“I can stop, my love, and just go back to the couch.”  

“N-no.” She closes her eyes as her hand cups the back of his neck.  She can feel his smile against her skin.  

“Just a few nights. Please.”  

Abby starts to lose control of her gasps. She knows she needs to be quiet but the sensation of his lips on the column of her throat is one of the best she’s ever felt. “Ok,” she whispers as he nips her gently. “Fine, where do you want to go?” 

After Mary is dropped off with the school for her trip, Frank heads to the airport to drop Scott off for his flight to Boston.  “Have fun Frank,” he said with a wink.  

“You too Scott.” He gave him a hug and walked back to his car.  As he drove away from LAX, a sign blinked at him and an idea hit him. It was time, he thought to himself. He messaged Abby.  

Frank: pack for the heat  Abby: Why?  Frank: I want to take you somewhere and it will be hot.   Abby: I hate being hot.   Frank: Humor me  Abby: 😑 Fine.   Frank: Love you. 😘 

Abby packed her suitcase, smiling at the message Frank sent when another popped up 

Mike: How’s the road trip?  Abby: Fine.  Mike: I miss you  Abby: You too  Mike: I’ll be home in a week.   Abby: Ok, I’ll be home 

“Fuck,” she muttered.  She hated that she hadn’t had the nerve to just break it off yet. She was just scared of Mike’s reaction. Abby wasn’t normally a confrontational person.  The last time she was hostile, well, she lost Frank. The memory made her sad. When she heard the door open, she shook it off and closed her case.  

“Hey Cricket. All set?” Frank’s excitement was in the air.  

“Yeah baby, I’m all set.” Abby smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.  “Gonna tell me where we are going?” 

He kissed her nose. “Nope. Let’s go.” He grabbed her bag and his and headed to his Camero.  

“I can’t believe you still have this car.”  

“I can’t believe you would think that I got rid of it.” Frank started the car and headed out. “This is my prize for getting drafted.”  

“And here I thought that was me,” she replied without a thought. Frank smile dropped a little. He swallowed, wondering if this road trip idea was smart. He stayed silent, thinking about all the details and hoped that she would listen.  

A few hours later, Abby’s face was in disbelief.  Frank had taken them to Las Vegas.  She didn’t know what to say. Why would he bring them to the very place that had broken them?  Having never been to the city herself, she was awestruck at the lights and sounds.  Frank pulled into a fancy one, the Bellagio and had the valet take their car and bags.  He held her hand as they walked into the lobby.  Abby gasped as she took in the glass flower ceiling. “Wow.”  

“It is beautiful,” Frank commented. “When the team had come out here and we were walking around, I remember thinking that you would have loved this.”  

“Is this... is there where...” 

“No Cricket. I will never go back to that particular hotel ever again.” Frank checked them in and a hotel concierge walked them to their room.  “This is one of our high roller suites, sir.  If you need anything just call the desk and someone will be right up.”  

“Thank you.” Frank tipped the man as Abby took in the room.  It faced out to the strip and she could see the other hotels. Suddenly, what sounded like a cannon blasted water up in the air and the fountain began to dance.  

“The fountain,” she squealed as Frank chuckled. She could faintly hear the remnants of a Frank Sinatra in the air as the towers of water began to dance.  When it ended, Abby clapped. “That was amazing.”  

“It says here that it happens every half hour to a new song until midnight so we can watch it again if you like Cricket.”  Frank loved watching her as she enjoyed the show.  It was something he remembered from that awful October, wishing he could have shared it with her then. “C’mon baby, let me feed you and we can take a walk.”  

After a delicious meal, Frank and Abby walked hand in hand on the crowded streets. They pointed at the different signs, different characters that were walking the strip, laughing, and enjoying being just Frank and Abby.  As they approached one hotel, Frank’s palms began to sweat. “Frankie?” 

“Can I tell you a story? It doesn’t have a happy ending but maybe we can rewrite it.” Frank looked to his feet.  

“You can talk to me about anything, love.” Abby cupped his cheek. “Take your time.”  

Frank swallowed.  “About five years ago, I won the big game for my team, and we came here to celebrate. I really didn’t want to because I had my amazing girlfriend and my darling little niece at home, but I didn’t want to come off as a bad team player.  My best friend came with me, and we lived it up.  Our captain had gotten us a couple of tables at a club, and we had fun.” Frank sighed and pointed to the club in front of the MGM. “See that sign? Its for the club we went to.  This is the hotel we were staying at.  Anyways, we partied and went back to the suite where some of us had been staying at.”  

“Alone?” She asked, quietly.  

“Me, yes.  Some women approached me that night, but I refused.  I wasn’t drinking as much as the rest of the guys from what I can remember. Anyways, some of the guys had brought girls back with us and the hotel had set up a bar for us to drink from.  There was a pool off the balcony of the room and the girls were getting in with just their underwear.  I was uncomfortable.  I said that to Mike. The last thing I remember clearly was him handing me a glass of scotch.  He said, ‘Adler, you earned this.’ You’re a good man to Abby and a wonderful father to Mary.  Just relax and enjoy.’” 

“Mike handed you that drink?” 

“That’s the last one I remember.  When I woke up, I was in a room, not mine. My head was splitting, and I was dehydrated.  I made it to the bathroom and when I looked back, I saw the blonde. I yelled at her, asking her what the fuck she was doing in my room. She panicked and said she didn’t remember coming in there with me.  Mike rushed in and told her to get out while checking over with me.  I asked him what I had done, and he said, I swear, he said that I got drunk, and I couldn’t make it to my room so he put me in his.”  

Abby closed her eyes. “Why would Mike lie?  He had no reason to.”  

“Abby, I love how you are so trusting but Mike has had it bad for you since high school. But he knew I liked you and was working up the nerve to tell you for years. But back to the story. I called Steve and asked what I should do.  He was here as well with another client.  He asked me to stop the girl and ask her for the truth.  I did manage to stop her, ask her and promise not to go to the press.  I would pay anything for it not to go to press.  I needed to tell you first.  Steve showed up and got an NDA in place. He talked to her and she confirmed, nothing happened.”  

“But then the pictures came out.”  

“Then the pictures came out.  I was so angry that someone, who knows who, they violated my privacy, my trust.  I was desperately trying to get to you first but by the time I landed, it was too late. You didn’t let me explain and I lost you.”  

“Oh Frankie,” she cried as she pressed herself into his chest.  

“I’m so sorry Cricket. I should have called, I should have done something else to stop this from happening. I lost five years with you when a simple phone call would have solved everything.  I am so sorry.”  

“I’m sorry too Frankie, I should have just taken a moment to listen to you. When I got those texts of those photos...” 

Frank pulled back. “What texts?” 

“I got an anonymous text with the photos and an audio of you just says, “I can’t tell Abby,” I thought, well I thought it was more common.”  

“You don’t know who sent it.” She shook her head. “Fuck, I don’t, I don’t even know what to say.  I was always going to tell you but I didn’t want to do it by phone.” He pulled her back into his arms and held her tight. “I love you Cricket.  I never stopped.” He kissed the top of her head as they held each other.  

Abby sighed after a while.  “Take me to bed?” 

Frank didn’t answer, just turned away from the hotel that ruined his life and started back to the fountain.  As they walked, Abby spotted something and stopped.  “Cricket?” 

She pointed at the building. “We could make better memories.”  

Frank stared at the building and back at his girl.  

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Footloose (Rooster x Reader) Pt. 2 of Pour Some Sugar on Me

Ever since Rooster found out you’re actually a pretty good dancer, and way more fun than you let on, the two of you have been insufferable. Then you both lose a bet, and a military function becomes a lot more interesting.

Y'ALL ASKED FOR IT! PART 2! ENJOY!

Pour Some Sugar on Me (Part 1)

(It's less sexy and more goofy but I hope everyone likes it! Mwah!)

p.s. the dancing in this is based of of Miles' little dance in the end, there's no full on flash mob. 💀

*****

As with many get-togethers between yourself and the other pilots, you were all at the Hard Deck, lounging about. The sound of pool balls being smacked around on the table mixed with the jukebox was familiar to all of you, and you appreciated the bar very much. 

The bell rang out, and everyone raised their drinks in the air, hooting and hollering. Taking the opportunity for some poor soul to buy your drinks, you walked over to the bar to grab yourself and Rooster another beer. Underneath the sign that clearly labeled the rules for disrespect in the bar, there was a relatively new smaller sign hanging. 

No dancing on the bar top.

Penny had told you that you were the only one who did it well enough to let it fly once. Although correlation doesn't equal causation, you couldn’t help but feel like you had been the cause of Penny’s newest business nuisance. Since you were responsible for the rise in drunk women climbing on top of the bar, you hand painted her the little sign. She had laughed when she opened the gift, and you shrugged. It was the least you could do to help her.

Many good things came out of the strip tease you performed on the bar, you gained respect, you proved a point, and you and Rooster were now closer. Since the Def Leppard dance, the two of you had become good friends, and you even started dating about a month ago. It was fantastic, the two of you were very fun together. You both loved to dance, and were always jamming out at any free moment. Hell, the both of you even took dance classes every now and again at the local rec center. It was something that, out of everyone, only the two of you really enjoyed, and most found it hard to enjoy it with you both because you just got so into it. Oftentimes, your friends declined to go if you and your boyfriend were involved.

When you returned with the beers, handing one to Rooster, you were confused as to what they were arguing about. 

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about Rooster!” Hangman said, clearly frustrated.

“I am equally as lost as you, apparently! That would make no sense, Hangman,” Rooster pointed out. 

“You’re wrong, Rooster!”

“I am not,” Rooster defended, “those are the lyrics!”

“Wanna bet?!” Hangman responded.

“Absolutely!” Rooster agreed, sure of himself.

“Winner gets to make the other do something, no matter what it is,” he said, winking at you, and you made a face of disgust.

“Grow up, Jake,” you sneered, “so who is going to look this up?”

“Got it,” Bob said, already knowing the answer.

“Well?” Rooster demanded and Bob sighed.

“Bagman’s right, Rooster, sorry,” he declared and Seresin whooped. Rooster’s face fell, and you frowned at him.

“Alright,” he caved, “what do you want me to do?” 

“Oh, not just you,” Hangman gloated, his eyes sliding on over to you, “you too, Breezy babe.”

“I wasn’t even involved!” you raised your hands up in your defense.

“Yes, but uh, you’re his dancing partner,” he smirked.

You looked down at Rooster, and the two of you had the same look on your face. This was either going to be great, or be the end of your dancing careers.

*****

“I swear to God,” you grumbled, and Rooster grunted in response.

Had it been anywhere else, it would have been fine. Hangman had sort of crossed a line, actually, and you just hoped that your superiors found it as funny as he surely would. 

You glared at him from across the ballroom, and he smiled real big in return. A navy ball was not the place to be pulling stunts like this, and you just hoped that the label of “mandatory fun time” would be taken seriously enough to cover both your asses. 

The only thing that made you and Rooster feel just a little better was the knowledge that these parties weren’t the strictest work events in the world. It always had line dancing and regular dancing, as well as slow dancing. These were, however, the parties that were supposed to make your branch look good. 

Right now, you could breathe, as it was only socialization time before dinner. Taking the moment to turn to Rooster, you gave him a small grin.

“You look handsome,” you offered to him, and he winked at you. 

“You look very nice too, although I wish you could wear a dress to these things,” he put a hand on the small of your back and you did the same for him. Dress blues were mandatory for these events. If Bagman made you rip your uniform, he was paying for it. The two of you tried to enjoy your time together before dinner and your inevitable show, talking to various other aviators and their plus ones.

Still, you couldn;t help but feel nervous.

*****

Rooster twirled you around the dance floor, your laughter filling the space between you when the song came to a close. He kissed the side of your forehead when all of a sudden your song came on. 

Showtime.

Rooster high fived you and you started wiggling a little, backing up. The people behind you started backing up as well, you and Rooster reverse herding people, and you and your boyfriend cleared the floor just enough for what you needed. 

Been working so hard.

I'm punching my card.

Rooster and yourself began clapping and twisting to the beat, and people noticed the two of you gearing up to dance. The circle widened, and people began clapping to the beat. 

Eight hours, for what?

Oh, tell me what I got.

You bounced up to Rooster, who held his left arm up for you to place your hand into, putting his other hand on your waist and yours on his shoulder. The two of you began moving your bodies, throwing yourselves forwards then leaning back, gliding about, spinning around  the circle as you did.

I gotten this feeling.

That time's just holding me down.

The man spun you out of his arms and away from him once more, where you two did a little bit of the twist.

I'll hit the ceiling.

Or else I'll tear up this town.

Rooster began snapping his way towards you, crouched low and twisting with the music, you followed his every move, on beat. The two of you threw finger guns at each other, stepping your outermost feet away from each other, grins on both of your faces.

Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose.

In sync with Bradley, you began throwing your hips to the left then the right, moving your legs in the same direction, on your tiptoes. 

Kick off your Sunday shoes.

Please, Louise.

People began whooping when you butterflied your legs, leaning from the left to the right, still snapping along with the song, and Rooster was right there with you. You threw your hand out to Rooster and he slapped it in a high five.

Pull me up off my knees.

Jack, get back.

You and Rooster dropped into what people might describe as a crabwalk, the both of you throwing your legs out next to each other and bringing them in again, raising one arm as you did so. You were very glad that a few years ago, they began allowing women to wear pants with their blues instead of skirts.

C'mon, before we crack.

Lose your blues. 

The two of you snapped back onto your feet, throwing your legs forward, and took advantage of the lyrics, throwing your dress blue coats nowhere in particular. 

Everybody cut footloose!

The rest of the song became a fast paced recall of what you and Rooster had learned during that one swing dancing lesson you took. You have never heard so many people clap and scream at the same time. Even some whistles were thrown in.

What you didn’t see, was Maverick, staring at the two of you dumbfounded, along with most of your squadron. Hangman was recording the whole thing on his phone. He thought it would be embarrassing for the two of you, but even he had to admit that the way the both of you moved together was incredible. 

When the song ended, sailors, aviators, their spouses, and even your superiors shouted, whooped, clapped, screamed, and even stomped their feet. Both you and Bradley were a little out of breath and your ears were red. He took you into his arms, and the both of you took your chance to exit the dancefloor, people tossing you your blues back on the way out. 

“Holy shit!” Hangman shouted as you approached your friends, who were all clapping and screaming themselves. 

“That was actually amazing,” Coyote said, stunned.

“Honestly, I thought it was gonna be stupid, but that was crazy!” Hangman agreed.

“We take our dancing very seriously, yes, very seriously,” you knitted your eyebrows together and frowned, nodding. Rooster copied you, breaking out into a laugh. The fact that the two of you crashed the dance floor of a navy ball and did it so well that your superiors didn’t care was amazing. 

Dinner and a show, I guess.

Rooster wrapped you tight in a hug, happy that the two of you pulled that off. Maybe the next time the two of you went dancing, the crew wouldn’t decline, and after that event, the only time anyone declined going dancing with the two of you was if they were dying, something was on fire, or they were sick. It became an every Friday night thing, and yes, even Mav came.

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[spookylady92]

A Night To Remember

With Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove

(A/N) I’ve never written anything like this before but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Characters: Steve Harrington; Billy Hargrove; Reader

18+ only

Mature content

I knew what I wanted that night. I wanted to forget all my worries. I wanted to forget my breakup with Eddie. After two years he decided I wasnt what he wanted.

I pull up to the Hargrove house. People littered the yard and road. Most passed out. Some making out. I pushed my way past everyone and made my way in. My first stop was the kitchen. I needed a hard drink… or four…. Nancy and Steve were huddled in a corner in what looked like a heated argument. Nancy slammed down her cup and walked away. Steve sighed, “I swear women make no sense at all! Who breaks up with their boyfriend who looks like this” he said motioning to himself, “for a guy like Jonathan Byers?! “Men aren’t much better. I got broken up with too..” I said as I wrapped my lips around a shot glass filled with Tequila. Steve and I talk for a little while about our past relationships before we head yelling in the living room.

As we enter, there are people gathered around a table watching the end of a beer pong game. “One more and I win boys. And you better pay up!” A small ball flies through the air and perfectly lands in the other teams cup. “I fucking told y’all I had this game from the beginning! Now pay up and let someone else try to beat the champ!” I look at Steve and he nods, “Let’s do this!”We walk over to the table and Steve says, “We’ll have a go.” The guy looks us up and down and says, “Alright then let’s do this!” A smug smile comes across his face. “Hey I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. What’s your name gorgeous?” I roll my eyes, give him my name and ask his in return. “Its Billy… Billy Hargrove.” I almost completely miss his name because his ocean blue eyes are so distracting. And his body is damn near perfect. He has on an unbuttoned blue shirt, tight jeans and black boots. His blonde curly hair sat perfectly at his tanned and toned shoulders. “So are we playing or are you just going to stare at me all night?!” He asked with a devilish grin. “Why can’t I do both?” I say letting out a little giggle. “Maybe your boyfriend there won’t appreciate me saying this but damn you are sexy as hell.” Steve looks at him with a small smile and says, “Actually we aren’t together. Just friends.” “Oh is that right?” Billy says as he bites his bottom lip. “Mmhm… are we playing or not guys? I’m trying to get drunk and forget about my breakup that happened like 10 minutes ago. Damn have some respect.” Steve says letting out a little laugh and nudging me.

“And it’s looks like I’m still the champ!” Billy says walking over to me and throwing his arm over my shoulder. “Yeah great for you Hargrove. Now I look like a fool in front of the pretty girl” Steve says in an irritated tone looking at me. “Awww Steve I still think your a strong and handsome man!” I said as I laughed and touched his chest. “Um yeah so can one of you point me in the direction of a bathroom?” “Yeah gorgeous I’ll show you!” Billy said with excitement in his voice. Billy takes me upstairs to the bathroom. When I finish I come out and he’s still there waiting for me. “Come on I wanna show you something…” Billy said grabbing my hand. I followed him into his bedroom. “So what did you want to show me? I said giving him a skeptical glance. “This..” he said putting his lips on mine. His body was warm and inviting so I just let him take control. His tongue tasted like cigarettes and beer, but I didn’t mind. This was exactly the distraction I needed. His hands cupped my breast as he kiss my neck. Just as things start to escalate Steve walks in. “Oh and what is going on in here guys?” Steve said with a smirk leaning against the door frame. “Uh you know just hanging out.” I said, my cheeks flushed from being caught. “Either get out or sit down Harrington, I’m kind of busy.” Billy said in a low husky tone his eyes never leaving me. “I guess I can stay for a minute as long as it’s cool with you..” Steve said staring at me with hopefulness in his eyes. I looked at him and then back at Billy with an approving look. Steve moves a desk chair from the corner of the room closer to the bed, his eyes staring at me the entire time. Billy started to kiss my neck again. But this time he was licking and sucking. I let out a slight moan as my body started to move closer to him. My hips moved up and down, begging for him. My eyes were still on Steve who was obviously enjoying the view. I could see his dick start to harden in his pants. “Don’t just leave him hanging baby.” Billy whispered closely to my ear. Those words sent a piercing sensation through my body. The mere thought of having both of these strong chiseled men to myself at the same time scared me. But it also excited me. Was I really about to do this?

I guess I took to long to make a move because sudden Billy had flipped me over and off the bed. I stood there looking at him confused. “Strip” he said as he positioned himself back against the wall. I began to take off my clothes slowly until I was completely naked looking back and forth at Steve and Billy. Steve was sat back in his chair looking me up and down as he let out a little moan. “Damn you are sexy as fuck baby. Isn’t that right Harrington?” Billy said as he stood examining my body. “Fuck yeah.” Steve said biting his bottom lip. Billy grabbed me by my wrist, forcefully pulling me and then pushing me to my knees on the floor in front of Steve. I looked back and Billy and he said “Well show use what you got.” I smiled and crawled further in front of Steve. I lifted his shirt exposing his perfectly toned body. I kissed his chest down to his stomach as I unbuttoned his jeans. When I pulled them down his dick stood straight up waiting for me to make my next move. I started by licking the head in a circular motion causing him to let out a throaty moan. At this point Billy was on the bed rubbing himself through his pants. Steve grabbed my head and started to slowly push it down to take all of him in. I moaned with excitement and I could feel my wetness starting to drip down my thigh. I reached over to Billy and started to rub his hard dick through his jeans. He threw his head back and began to take his pants off. I took Billy in my hand and started to jerk him off. Steve had a fist full of my hair pushing and pulling my head fast and then slow. Just then, Billy stood up and pulled me off the floor. “Now it’s time for some real fun” he said through heavy breath.

Billy threw my on the bed, my head dangling off the end. Before I could even think straight he had forced his dick into my mouth. Pushing further and faster as I moaned against his hardness. I felt the bed move and then my legs spreading apart. Steve had inserted his throbbing dick into my opening. “Fuck you’re so tight” he said as he thrusted inside me. Billy grabbed my throat and said “You’re just a dirty little whore huh? Want all the attention on you you filthy slut!” He pulled himself out of my mouth and said “Say you want my cum inside you. SAY IT!” “I want your cum inside me sir!” I said softly through my moans. Billy seemed to really enjoy that because he shoved himself inside my throat and let out a long and loud grunt as he thrusted. Cum and spit dripped out of the sides on my mouth. About five seconds later Steve began to jerk around. “I’m about to cum!” “Cum inside of me! I screamed as I felt I was just as close. Just then I could feel him filling me up and it sent me over the edge. I screamed out as I wrapped my legs around Steve and let myself feel the ecstasy.

Billy and Steve both put their pants back on looking at me with pure delight. “Well that was amazing” Steve said. “That was more than amazing Harrington. Maybe us three should make this a regular thing?” Billy said looking at me and winking. “I’m so down with that!” Steve said with excitement in his voice. I looked both of them up and down and said “I think that’s be best idea you’ve ever had Hargrove..”

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Come Over Here and Overwhelm Me: reunions (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: Three men walk into a bar...And they all completely ruin Ronnie's day.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 4528

Warnings: hopefully in character hangman/rooster/maverick, flashbacks, angst, hangman being kinda soft, slight top gun maverick spoilers, i made rooster kind of a dick in this and im sorry (they will make up soon i promise)

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Penny was right — The Hard Deck was packed by the time it hit seven o’clock. Most of them were regulars from the airbase, men and women in flight suits coming in after a long day’s work. But so far she hadn’t spotted a single person in service or even dress uniform. Maybe Penny was only partially right — maybe there were no pilots being recalled to Marimar.

The sun was well under the horizon now. The last of its glow barely peaked out from the golden line of the ocean, painting the sky in a rainbow that was always Ronnie’s favorite. Inside the bar, the lights were warm, bathing the woodwork in gold. The space filled with a joyous noise — music, stories shared amongst friends, laughter, the whoops and hollers of a game of pool won.

Ronnie walked around with a tray and a smile. Picking up empty glasses and chatting with people she had gotten to know over the years. She danced to the music as she picked up a table’s finished drinks. Hips swaying this way and that to the beat of some 80s song or other that Penny supplied in the jukebox. 

“You wanna dance, Ronnie?” Jimmy, the old bartender, asked with a laugh as he brought over the tables’ refills. 

“With you, Jimmy? Anytime!” 

She held out her hand to him with a smirk. The people at the table cheered as Jimmy took it with a toothy grin. He pulled her into his chest with his other hand high on her waist. Dancing with her like a father would. Ronnie laughed, her head thrown back, as she placed her hand on his shoulder. They swivled to the music this way and that, Jimmy singing off-key to the lyrics as he moved their joined hands wildly up and down. 

Ronnie tried to concentrate on her footing in the midst of her uncontrollable laughter, tears blurring her vision and ribs aching. She choked out an apology when she finally did step on Jimmy’s foot. 

Then, as she glanced up at Jimmy’s singing face, she spotted at the bar’s entrance a very familiar head of blonde hair. 

Oh no. Not him. 

April, 2016 — TOPGUN graduation ceremony was in a few hours and Ronnie was still laying in bed. 

Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin beside her.

Her sleep was always more peaceful when he laid in bed with her — but now she stirred as a knee was slotted between her legs and a warm mouth pressed against the side of her neck. She really didn’t want to wake up just yet. Her shift last night had been long, and of course Jake snuck into her apartment for one last night together before he shipped out. She was tired, and she really didn’t want to go to this ceremony.

“Baby, you gotta wake up,” Jake muttered against her jaw, Texan accent coming through more heavily after just waking up. 

“Hmm, don’t wanna,” she grumbled. 

He planted a kiss at the corner of her mouth. “Why not?”

“Cause I don’t want this to end yet.” 

Ronnie’s eyes snapped open at the implication that her half-asleep mind provided. Now fully awake, she could see Jake laying on top of her. His usually finely placed blonde locks were sticking up all over the place, his blue eyes soft but ever calculating at that early hour. He was looking down at her with one of his grins — but it was one that she couldn’t read. Somewhere inbetween rueful and pitying. 

She didn’t know which was worse.

Jake dropped his head into her collarbone for a moment, immediately picking it back up to square her with a look. “Ronnie, we talked about this.”

“I know. I know.” She pushed at his chest to make him get off of her. “Just a…TOPGUN fling.” 

Now more than ever she just wanted to crawl back under the sheets and go to sleep — maybe even disappear forever if she could. But she needed to occupy herself with something. Make busy with her hands to keep her mind away from the sadness that was encrouching on her now. So she got up out of bed and began rifling through her closet for a suitable dress to wear to the ceremony. She looked down at her watch, still strapped to her wrist from the day before. Shit. Not much time. Bradley would kill her if she was late.

“Just a little fun,” Jake said from his spot on the bed as he pulled on his jeans from last night.

“Yeah,” she replied. 

She pulled out the red dress. It was classy — and she knew Jake liked it. Turning with the dress in hand, she hung it over the bathroom door, smoothing out the wrinkles. 

Jake’s large hand encompassed her wrist as he turned her to face him. He still wasn’t wearing a shirt — just in his blue jeans and boots, looking like something off of a romance novel cover. Ronnie gulped when he tugged her in closer. She didn’t want to get closer. She never wanted to leave him. 

“You did have fun didn’t you?” he asked. 

“Y-Yeah.”

“Good. That’s all that matters.”

Oh, but that was part of the problem. She did have fun with Jake Seresin. And in the beginning maybe she saw it that way too. Just a hookup that she kept going back to because he was fun and dangerous and she had so little self-control. But everything changed when it dawned on them that their time together was coming to a close — when Jake only had four weeks of training left. In the end, he had a a drawer of stuff at her apartment, he kissed her hello and goodbye and shutup and I’m happy and please and thank you — in those last four weeks he revealed more of himself to her than he had in the year their “fling” had been going on. 

Jake Seresin was a man made of walls, but Ronnie was an excellent climber — until he put up the barbed wire and shut her out completely.

He left without a spoken goodbye, a kiss, or even a last glance in her direction. Whatever they had together was done, finished. And he didn’t seem broken up about it at all. In fact he seemed happy. She could hear him whistling as he got into his car. 

Ronnie got ready for the ceremony with tears streaming down her face.

The song ended as Jake finally noticed her from across the bar. She tried to keep up appearances, smiling as she and Jimmy bowed to the table who had encouraged their dance. But as soon as it was over she picked up her tray and high tailed it towards the bar. 

“Shit, shit, shit — Penny!” Ronnie hissed as she deposited the tray of glasses on the counter. 

“Ron, take those to the kitchen, I think the flyboys just showed up.” Penny was barely paying attention to her as she prepared someone elses drink.

“I know! That’s the problem!”

Penny finally looked up from her task, taking a quick glance over to where the boys in uniform now sauntered through the back of the bar — scoping things out. One of them, a blonde, clearly on a mission to get to the bar while the other headed towards the pool table. The older woman looked back to Ronnie with a questioning lift of her brow. 

“It’s Jake,” Ronnie explained quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible despite the din of the crowd. 

“Jake? Like your ex, Jake?”

Can I even call him that? Who cares. “Yes. I don’t know — “

Penny’s eyes quickly widened as she slightly shook her head then muttered, “Too late for that, honey.”

Ronnie turned her head, only to see Jake sidling up to her with a smile on his face. He looked…damn. She had to admit that he looked good. Skin tanned golden, hair neatly cropped and gelled into place. He wore his service khakis well, aviators tucked into the collar. He looked nearly the same as the last time she saw him. Only he was bulkier now, less lean than the freshly graduated pilot that left Marimar four years ago. The broad shoulders and chest suited him though. 

She snapped her head to attention once more with a furrowed brow. Get it together, Ronnie.

“Hey, Ronnie — didn’t expect to see you here.”

He sounded confident, amused even. When she glanced over at him, she could see that he was leaned against the bartop with one elbow, a smile stretching his lips. 

No, no — she wasn’t about to go down that easy. 

“My name’s right beside the front door. Don’t know how I can make my presence more clear, Hangman,” she replied, lifting her half-full tray once more.

As she turned, she caught a glimpse of his face. He looked like she had just hit him. Good, she thought. Before, they had always been on a first name bases. She liked calling him by his first name, his real name. One that didn’t remind her every time she said it that he was going to leave her high and dry one day. She needed that reminder now. No matter how much it appeared to hurt him. 

His smile twitched back to life after only a moment of vulnerability.

“Why’s your name on the place?” he asked as he followed after her, hands stuffed casually into his pants pockets. 

Ronnie set down her tray at the nearest table and began collecting empty glasses. She didn’t look up at him as she spoke. “Cause I own the place now. Well, technically co-own.”

“Damn, Ronnie.” Jake dropped his elbows onto the back of the chair in front of him. “You bought this place? It was a real dump last time I was here.” 

Yeah, she remembered. When there were no mugs or model planes hanging from the ceiling. When the place was dimly lit and perpetually filthy. When there was no juke box, no pool table, and no piano. When it was called the I Bar instead of The Hard Deck. When Jake would stop by at the end of her shifts, the place empty and quiet, and he would dance with her nice and slow to nothing at all.

“I know,” she said, before nodding her head over at Penny. “Went in with my partner over there three years ago. Fixed the place up.”

“Well, ya did good, Ronnie.” 

She placed the last glass then finally looked up at him. He was still smiling, but all the smugness had been sapped out of it. It was genuine — something gentle about the way he looked at her now. And maybe something else. Maybe something closer to regret, to longing. It was a look that took her by surprise.

It had been four years since she saw him last. Hadn’t even dared to look him up online in fear of breaking down all over again. People changed. People like Jake could change. He may have left her hanging all those years ago, but what was done was done. There were some things that she could never forgive, some hurts just too deep for her to heal, but she couldn’t really blame Jake for her heartache. They told each other, from the very beginning, that there were no feelings involved. Just a bit of fun. She couldn’t stay mad at him for keeping to his word. 

“Thanks, Hangman.” A smile tugged at her lips as she hoisted the now full tray onto her shoulder. “So — what’re you doing back on the North Island?”

Jake grinned wide, pleased. “Now that’s classified, darlin’.” 

“Don’t call me that,” she laughed, walking past him on her way to the kitchen.

“What darlin? I call everybody that!” he defended. 

“I don’t believe that for a second.” 

She walked into the small bar kitchen, smiling apologetically to Jay on dish as she dropped off her tray and picked up an empty one. Jake was waiting for her when she came back out. Leaned against the wall, watching the people with that same calculated yet relaxed look on his face. It reminded her of all those times when he would catch her coming out of the back room and immediately push her back inside because he needed to kiss her right then and there. When he looked back over at her, he grinned — soft and sweet. Blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he studied her.

Jesus, Ronnie, get it together.

The bell above the bar rang loud and clear. Jake looked at the bar then over to Ronnie with a look of confusion on his face. She laughed. 

“Someone just disrespected a woman, the Navy, or left their phone on the bar top,” she explained, turning towards the commotion herself. “Now they owe the entire bar a round on them.” 

“Oh, shit, seriously?”

“Then if they can’t pay — they get tossed out onto the beach.”

“You guys are ruthless.”

“Yeah, well, it’s fun though isn’t it?” 

Popped up on her tiptoes, she spotted who the poor sucker was. And her heart sank. He sat there smiling with Penny, looking the same as always. 

She tried calling after he pulled Bradley’s papers. But he didn’t answer. She knew that Bradley was mad at him, furious even. To the point where he never wanted to see him again. And she really couldn’t blame him. His career was set back four years now and there was no way he could get that time back. 

But that didn’t mean Ronnie never wanted to see him again too.

Maverick responded to her texts in the direct aftermath of the incident. She asked when they could get together now that Bradley was gone. She missed him — she missed everyone. He said he was busy right now. Maybe later in the month.

Then his response times became longer and longer — always with an apology, always with a promise to do better and they could see each other soon. 

Until one day he just stopped replying. Stopped answering her calls. 

Eventually, Ronnie gave up. 

And it felt like losing her father all over again.

Maverick looked over in her direction and Ronnie was quick to cover her face with the black tray, turning towards Jake with a pained expression. 

“Oh, what’s this Ronnie?” Jake picked himself off the wall with a teasing smirk. “Another one of your exes walk into the bar?”

She didn’t say anything — couldn’t say anything. Why was he here? Why did it feel like her heart was cracking in half all over again? Why did she feel this sudden, acute grief? Her legs burned to just run. Run anywhere. No, she was stronger than that. She wasn’t going anywhere. If anyone was going to leave, Maverick was going to. He’s the one who left. He’s the one who abandoned her. He’s the one who made promises he couldn’t keep. A shaking breath slipped past her lips as she opened her eyes.

Jake put a large, comforting hand on her shoulder. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…I’m good.” Ronnie wiped at her face as she lowered the tray. “You should go drink with your friends. Have a good time.” 

With that, she walked away. Shoulders bunched up around her ears to hide as much of herself as possible as she continued to work.

Jake stared after her for a moment, watched her work with tense shoulders and head constantly flicking over to the bar like she was on watch. She had changed since the last time he saw her — she seemed happier now, more free. Her once long brown hair was now cropped at her shoulders, bangs covering her forehead where he knew a skateboarding accident scar lived. He knew as soon as he walked out of her apartment four years ago that he had made a mistake. But back then, and even now, he couldn’t admit that he was wrong. So he sighed and walked up to the bar, ordering a few drinks for the pilots that were now grouped around the pool table.

Ronnie made the rounds around the bar, talking with customers as she collected their empty glasses, until she made it to the booths closest to the entrance. The place was packed. At this point, The Hard Deck was standing room only. And it made Ronnie smile despite the horror and awkwardness that filled her anytime she looked over at the bar.

Jake was right, she did do good with herself. 

The chime above the front door sprang to life, signally that someone had just walked in. Ronnie turned, intent on welcoming them to the bar with a smile. 

But her smile dropped along with her stomach as soon as she saw who it was. 

No, no, no. Not him. Not him. 

Hawaiian shirt. Sunglasses. Mustache. It was him alright. 

Ronnie felt suddenly too cold and too hot all at the same time. She quickly scooped up her tray and headed for the bar. Hoping and praying that he didn’t see her as they both tried to weave through the crowd of people. Once she finally arrived, she slammed her tray down on the bar top with a rattle of glasses and an urgency reserved for housefires. She could see him, he had made it across the room easily enough. Now catching with the other pilots with his back turned to her. Good. He hadn’t seen her yet. 

She never wanted him to. 

Ronnie didn’t even notice that Penny was staring at her, and when she did she jumped. 

“You okay, Ron?” Penny asked with concern creasing her brows. 

“Uh, hey Penny, I’m gonna take a — a fifteen…or forty-five.” She tried to keep her eyes locked on the wood grain of the bar top, but failed when she glanced up and caught eyes with Maverick sitting across the way. He was slack-jawed, still reaching into his wallet to try and pay for all of the drinks. Ronnie tightened her jaw as she gritted out, “We’ll see how it goes.” 

She didn’t wait to hear Penny’s reply. Couldn’t wait for it. She knew it would be sweet, and kind — but full of questions that Ronnie didn’t have the heart to answer a the moment. Instead, she turned from the bar and marched through the back doors to the beach without a second glance at anyone or anything.

Maverick watched her go with his mouth still hanging open. He pointed over his shoulder as he asked Penny, “Is that Ron — ?”

“Yes, it is.” Penny smiled as she cleaned a glass. “But I don’t think she wants to see you right now, Pete.”

“Shit. I haven’t seen her since…Since she was nineteen,” he said, trying to procrastinate the inevitable fact that he did not have enough money to pay for all those drinks everyone just ordered. 

“Oh? Why’s that?”

Maverick chuckled. “Long story.”

Out on the beach, it was still pretty bright outside despite the hour. The white shores of sand glistening, the waves roaring as they rolled gently with the tides. Yet despite this calm atmosphere, Ronnie felt frantic as she walked towards the water. She didn’t care if she got sand in her shoes. She always preferred to be barefoot anyway. Her chest heaved as she dropped down into the sand, the line where the ocean met land just beyond her toes — threatening to overtake her. 

Brown eyes locked on that line where the sky meets the sea, her vision blurred with tears. Red hot and consricting her throat. But she refused to sob, to whimper, to gasp for air. She was a Bradshaw. She was tough. She could get through this. She could get through see him again. 

Her hands fisted the sand, the grains slipping through the gaps in her fingers as she dug into it — still warm. She closed her eyes, the first of her tears finally slipping down her cheeks, before she fell back into the gentle slope of the beach. 

When she opened her eyes again, she was staring up at the sky, watching as the stars blinked into existence. 

“Look, Ronnie, we’re both adults now. You can’t just follow me wherever I go!”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Trying to block it all out.

“Get a life!”

Her fingers dug into the sand farther, harder. Maybe she was trying to bury herself — maybe she was trying to bury the memories. 

“God, all my life, Ronnie you have been slowing me down — you have been my responsibility — can’t you just let me have this one goddamn thing?”

Ronnie left The Hard Deck nearly ten minutes ago. Maverick had just been tossed out by two of the flyboys. Penny laughed about that — a little good-hearted revenge for all the times he left her when they were younger. But now, she was starting to get worried about her business partner and friend. In the light from the bar’s porch, she could just barely make out a dark silhouette laying on the beach by the water. 

With a resigned sigh, Penny began to move from back behind the bar to go check on her. But then she saw that blond pilot Ronnie had been talking with earlier, Jake, go out the back door with two beers in hand. Maybe she would just wait and see how this played out. 

She still laid in the sand, hands buried up to her forearms, face dried of tears as she stared up at the darkening sky. But her view was suddenly blocked by a khaki service dress uniform and a smirking face looking down at her. 

“You okay?” Jake asked with a chuckle. “I brought you a drink.”

Jake shook one of the brown bottles he was holding at her. Ronnie sat up, dragging her hands up and out of the sand. She brushed them off on her shirt before taking the offered beer.

“Thanks,” she muttered before taking a swig. “But I’m really not in the mood for one of your brash attempts at getting my pants, Hangman. We’re way past that.”

“Oh, come on, Ronnie — “ Jake grunted as he sat down beside her. “I’m just trying to be nice here. I…I never knew you to run away from anything. But you ran out of that bar like it was on fire as soon as Rooster showed up.”

He didn’t ask a question. But she knew it hung between them like a giant neon sign. Why? 

She took another sip of her drink. “I just…I haven’t seen him in a long time. Same as you.”

Though she was completely lost in her brother’s sudden reappearance, part of Ronnie still questioned why Jake was even out here in the first place. Why he was comforting her. Why he remembered that she was usually fearless. She knew the answer but didn’t want to acknowledge it.

“Hm, and judging by your reaction he left on not so great of terms.”

“Honestly, it was somehow worse than when you…Left.” Ronnie glanced over at him for the first time and coughed awkwardly, watching as Jake’s jaw ticked. “It was right after your guys’s graduation ceremony, actually.”

Jake looked at her with raised brows. “Shit.”

“Yeah. God, I was so stupid to think you guys wouldn’t come back here.”

“So you weren’t excited to see me after all this time? Now that stings.” Jake pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. 

“Jesus Christ, Hangman.” Ronnie got up from the sands, dusting herself off, with no real destination in mind. “You never were good at the serious stuff.” 

She turned to leave. But as soon as she did she knew she didn’t want to go back inside the bar. She could hear the loud banging of the piano and the crowd roaring along to the song. 

Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!

She remembered Rooster singing that song to her. Playing it on any piano they could find. Hearing it now, it was like a knife was sunk into her chest. Then she spotted Maverick standing just outside the window looking into the bar, and the knife twisted. 

Jake scrambled up from the ground. “Shit — wait — sorry! I’m sorry! I’m…Trying to be better.” 

“Since when did Lieutenant Jake Hangman Seresin, the pilot with the only confirmed air combat kill this century, think he wasn’t already the best at something?” she teased when she turned back to face him. 

Jake smiled, small and genuine yet somehow still full of arrogance as he questioned, “You heard about the combat kill?”

Ronnie blushed, having not realized that she gave herself away. She lived next to a Naval airbase, it was hard not to hear other aviators talk in the bar about the only confirmed kill since the 80s. They talked about it at the bar for weeks. Jake became a celebrity overnight and she just knew that all of it was going straight to his head. But some part of her was also proud of him for what he was able to accomplish. 

What he was able to accomplish without her weighing him down.

“Yeah, I heard about it.” 

“Look — uh — let me prove it to you. That I’ve changed.” 

Ronnie laughed. “Why do you need to prove that to me, Hangman?”

“I just need to, okay?” he chuckled, head tilted towards the ground, clearly hiding or fighting with something. 

Ronnie wasn’t entirely sure what. But she didn’t see the harm in letting him prove…Whatever he was trying to prove to her. She knew how much he needed that. To show people that he was strong, better, intelligent, brave. He needed people to know those things about him and he was willing to do anything to do it — even be a real asshole if it meant people knew he wasn’t scared to beat them. And she could see, the more she held onto her reply, the more his facade was crumbling. His smile twitched in its effort to stay up and cocky. Those blue eyes bore into her with a type of pleading that confused her. 

“Fine, fine.” She relented with a roll of her eyes, just as her phone vibrated in her pocket. “Tomorrow night, when the training I’m assuming you’re doing is done — night surfing. Prove to me you’re a better man, or whatever.” 

“Oh, the best, darlin’.”

Jake went back inside the bar as Ronnie read the text she had received. Penny was the best, telling her that she could head home early and that her stuff had been set out on the back porch. Ronnie thanked Penny and whatever was up there in the heavens as she went to collect her things. 

But as she adjusted her bag and picked up her longboard, she lifted her head to see Rooster standing on the other side of the glass. His sunglasses perched low on his nose, Hawaiian shirt hanging loose and sweaty. He was holding a vodka tonic, his usual. But his eyes, his eyes looked wide and mortified at the sight of her. 

Ronnie was quick to bolt around to the other side of the building, and begin her skate home.

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Novice

(Part of the Ruin Me universe)

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, bondage, whips, protected sex, PinV sex, cursing, talk of BDSM, Dom/sub relationship, mention of drugs, mentions of divorce, mentions of custody battles.

Summary: Frankie is trying to cope with the fallout from Columbia and is trying hard not to turn to drugs. Benny suggests going to a BDSM club, which is where you come in. Question is, will it be enough for him to release his demons? And will you ever be more than just a fix?

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Frankie sat at the bar - his fingers moving on the counter to the beat of the music - anything to keep them occupied. Fuck it’s so hard. Life after Columbia has been a rollercoaster of bad shit, just one thing after the other. The kick in the teeth though was Olivia leaving with Rosa. That fucking broke him. If he could go back in time he wouldn’t have gone. He’d tell Pope to find himself another pilot and go home to his daughter. He didn’t, and he can’t. He had to live with it now.

That urge to use has been building again. The one he gets every time something hard happens or things go to shit or he’s just having a bad day. He thought he was past this but lately, every minute of every day the need grows. He doesn’t know how many times he’s almost called that number - the one that will get him what he wants.

His hands begin to pull at the beer mat, ripping it into tiny pieces. “Someone’s horny,” Benny said teasingly as he clapped Frankie on the back. He gives him a questioning look and Benny laughs as he takes a seat beside him, ordering a beer. He points to the shredded mat, “you know what they say about that?”

“About what Benny?”

“If you rip up beer mats, you’re sexually frustrated. Need to get yourself laid man.” Frankie blushed, hoping that Benny didn’t notice the tinge in his cheeks. He didn’t.

“How have things been lately? Has Olivia finally let you see Rosa?” Frankie slumped a little in his chair, downing the rest of his beer. “What a bitch.” Frankie looked at his friend with sadness in his eyes. “I didn’t even say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. Your body language tells me what I need to know. It isn’t right Fish, you're her dad. You have every right to see her.” Frankie lets out a deep sigh, “I know, but what can I do? She’s refusing to let me see her because of the drugs and I can’t blame her.”

“Speaking of, how’s that going?” Frankie lifts his hat off his head and runs his fingers through his hair. His gaze focused on the beer in front of him. “I haven’t done any if that’s what you're asking? It’s just…” he trails off. Benny places his hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “But you wanna? It’s ok Fish. That urge is always gonna be there, just gotta figure out something else to occupy your time. Find a different outlet.”

“Like what? Drink? Smokes? Nothing works Benny, and I’m trying so goddamn hard not to use it again. For Rosa, for me…” Benny’s lips quirk into a smile. “I've got an idea. How about sex?” Frankie snorts a laugh, “in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly being surrounded by willing women. I'm not young and good-looking like you.”

“You think I’m good-looking?” Frankie glares at him. “I'm kidding, and I’m not talking about sex with some random woman. That shits vanilla. No, I’m talking about the rough kind.” Frankie shakes his head, “no Benny, I’m not into that. I'm not into hurting women.”

“It’s not hurting them, well it is, a little bit, but for pleasure. Listen, it's BDSM, you know bondage and shit. I’ve tried it and it’s fucking awesome. It would help you. When you get the urge to use, fuck. There’s this club in town that introduces people to the world of BDSM and there are all sorts of levels and shit. They hook you up with someone and they become your partner.”

“A sex partner! Jesus Benny, you're into some shit,” he laughs and Benny hands him a card with the name of the club on it. “Just give it a try. You never know, it might help. Isn’t sex better than coke? Then you're still clean but also getting a fix and Olivia might let you see Rosa. Win-win.”

Frankie sighs, “yeah I guess. I’ll see, thanks, man.”

***

He’s nervous. More than he’s ever been in his life. Joining the army didn’t even phase him, but, this has his hands shaking and his skin clammy. Benny had already called ahead so it would be less awkward for him. Like that would make a difference.

Walking towards the reception desk he spots a beautiful blonde woman typing away and he stands awkwardly, leaning against the desk and clearing his throat. “Hi welcome to the catacombs, I just need your name and leave the rest to us.”

“Uh…it’s Frankie Morales.” He pushed his thumb into the circle tattoo on his hand, something he did when he was anxious. “Ok yes, we have it all set up if you’d like to follow me. We like to give first-timers a private room, it’s a little bit less daunting than being out in the open.”

Frankie follows her through the club and his cock jumps to life at the sight before him. Men and women alike were everywhere and they were naked - some were having sex, some were dancing and others were having drinks, it was quite liberating.

“This is you, Mr Morales. If you’d like to wait inside, you can remove all your clothes and leave them in the boxes provided or you can stay fully dressed. Whatever is best for you. Y/N will be along soon.”

“Thanks.” He stutters out as he makes his way inside and closes the door behind him. The room was nicely decorated with dimmed lighting and a large bed. There was a wall filled with whips and gags and restraints and he gulped nervously at the sight. What the fuck do I do now?

He decides to sit on the end of the bed and just wait. His heart was beating so fast he thought it would beat out of his chest. The door handle twisted and then a beautiful woman walked in. This must be Y/N. Fuck she’s gorgeous.

His cock stirs to life again and a quick image of you writhing below him flashes through his head. His eyes follow your every move as you make yourself at home. “You must be Frankie, I’m Y/N it’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too.” You smile at him as you slowly move closer until you are standing between his legs. “Are you dominant or submissive?”

He’s nervous again, his whole body riddled with anxiety as he squeezes his tattoo again. Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea. Fucking Benny. You must be able to sense his unease as you gently place your hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok if you don’t know, we can work up to that. How about tonight, you be the submissive?”

He nods his head having seemingly lost the ability to speak. Your eyes sparkled when you smiled and he wanted to make you smile again so bad right now. “I have a checklist that we can go over, kinda like what you're comfortable with and whatnot. Then if you want, I can start.”

“Sure, sounds good.” You hand him the checklist and he ticks off the things he’s comfortable with before giving it back, then you show him yours. “Is there anything, in particular, you’d like me to do tonight?”

“I don’t…I’m not sure…I…”

“Ok let me take the lead then, is that ok?” He nods again as you strip out of your clothes and are left in a black lacey set. Jesus, he’s hard just from the sight of you. “Take off your clothes.”

He sits there slightly in a daze as you walk towards the wall and grab a whip. You make your way back - the whip smacking against your hand. “Did I stutter? I said take off your clothes.”

Frankie stands and strips out of his clothes as quickly as he can without falling over before standing naked before you. He can see your eyes roam over him - lingering on his thick cock before you push him back onto the bed. “If you want me to stop at any point, say Red.” He nods in understanding.

You grab his cock in your hands and begin to pump him in steady strokes. A groan falls from his plump lips and you smirk at his body’s reaction. You drop to your knees and nestle between his spread legs, running your tongue along the underside of his cock. “Oh fuck.”

Then, you work him into your mouth, inch by inch. A low, rough groan falls from his lips as you take him deeper. Then you drag your tongue along the base of his cock, swirling along the tip until he’s panting. Sitting up a little, his hands grab onto your hair as he moves his hips, thrusting into your mouth. Oh, fuck!

You pull off him and he groans loudly into the small space. “Did I say you could touch me?” He’s shaking. Did he do something wrong? Was this a hard limit for you that he had missed?

“Move up the bed and wrap your hands around the headboard.” Frankie does as you ask, your commanding tone sending a spark straight to his cock. Once he’s in place you grab some satin ties and tie his hands to the headboard. He’s nervous. He’s not used to giving up control but he fucking loves it. Maybe Benny was right, it’s exactly what he needed. You then proceed to tie his legs. Wait, what?!

He looks at you then, nervousness in his eyes and a small smile begins to form on your lips. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this, I promise.” You crawl up the bed, your soft plush lips kissing a trail up his legs and over his thighs. You kiss the slight swell of his stomach, up his chest until you reach his awaiting lips.

The kiss is soft and sensual but there’s a hunger raging beneath it. Frankie pulls against the ties and your smile into the kiss before pulling back. Your legs are on either side of his thighs, straddling him. He can’t move. He is completely at your mercy.

You reach between you both and grab his thick cock before lining him up at your core. You run the tip along your wet folds, earning a groan from Frankie - his head thrown back against the pillow, eyes closed as a wave of pleasure courses through him. Slowly, you sink onto him and you both gasp. “Oh fuck!”

He pulls at the ties again, his hands eager to touch you. You begin to move above him, your hips rocking over his. “Ngh…please….please untie me….wanna touch you.”

You place the palm of your hands on his chest as you move torturously slow, your hips moving in a circular motion. “You’re so big, Frankie.” He groans again, frustration building as he watches your breasts bouncy above him. “How bad do you want to touch me?”

“Ngh….so bad…so fucking bad…please…” With a smile you move closer to him, gently placing your lips on his, he ravishes you with his tongue. “I’ll untie your hands but only if you make me come first.”

You sit back a little and you pick up your pace as you seek that release. “Oh yes…fuck Frankie….I’m almost there….so good.”

Frankie has never been so sexually frustrated in his life. Has never had a woman take control like this and he fucking craves it. His need to touch you is burning at his fucking skin. His eyes are glued to you now as your face contorts in pleasure - your cunt clenching him and he closes his eyes tight, willing himself not to come yet. “Fuck!”

Your hips slow to a stop and your reach forward to untie his binds. The minute he’s free, his hands are on you - squeezing and pulling on your skin as he pulls the peak of your breast into his mouth. Your head falls back as a bolt of electricity shoots through you.

Even though his legs are still tied he thrusts up into you - his hands gripping you tight and pushing you down onto him. “Fuck…you feel so fucking good….I’m gonna….fuck I’m gonna come..”

“Please Frankie…come for me…come inside me…” He growls deep in his chest as he thrusts into you once more, coming hard. He rests his head against your breasts as he calms his racing heart and you card your fingers through his hair.

He releases a contented sigh as he breathes you in. “How was that? Is it what you needed?” He hums into your chest before slowly pulling back - his hazel eyes boring into you. “That was…amazing. I’ve never…given a woman control like that.” His eyes widen suddenly and he looks at you now with worry in them. “I came in you…I….”

You place your finger on his lips to quieten him. “It’s ok, I have an IUD. We all have to. I’m clean too if that helps.” He says in relief and you can’t help but smile down at him. His hands are still holding you and your heart flutters. Fuck, no stop. It’s just a business transaction. No feelings.

You lift yourself off him and make your way into the small bathroom - cleaning yourself - before you pull in your robe. Frankie is already out of the bed when you reenter the room, his hands running against his denim-covered thighs nervously.

“I..can I see you again?” You feel your lips curve into another smile. How is this man so adorable? “Of course. I’m here for your pleasure, sir.”

Frankie’s cock stirs to life again and his heart begins to race. “What do I….when can I…”

“I’ve been assigned to you Frankie, so whenever you need me, just call in. I’ll be here.” You walk towards him and gently place your hand on his cheek, “maybe next time you’ll be able to take control?” He nods his head - his eyes drift to your lips but he thinks better of it and says his goodbyes before closing the door behind him. I’m so fucked!

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[clementine-writes-things]

Performer - E.N

Summary: Edward visits Barbara Kean and Tabitha's club for its grand opening and finds himself enthralled with one of the performers for the night. She's unlike anyone he's ever seen. (THIS IS A SONG-FIC! I really wanted to write something about Edward finding a girl who does screamo and metal to be hot lol)

Content Warning: Explicit language, sexual themes/suggestive dialogue, Awkward!Edward, Confident!Reader, Flirty!reader, reader goes by she/they (non-binary reader cuz i wanna practice writing it). I wrote Edward to show autistic traits in this fanfic cuz I want to write his character how he actually is. Takes place in season 3.

(This is a short post because I'm working on something big currently.)

Songs for Inspiration:

IN MY MOUTH - Black Dresses

Bitchboy - The Oozes

Play Destroy - Poppy, Grimes (1st Song being performed)

Spit - Poppy

(Think metal but a woman is singing/screaming. So, basically amazing music.)

READ BELOW CUT

"Hm, Edward, so nice of you to come. Ozzie, always a pleasure to see you as well." Barbara welcomed smoothly.

"When a friend of mine send an invitation, I will be there. No matter what." Oswald smiled.

"I needed a day out of the office." Edward said curtly.

Oswald elbowed him gently in the gut, causing him to grimace.

"He's happy to be here to. He just isn't good at showing emotion. For some reason..." Oswald mumbled.

Barbara smiled wide, gesturing to the entirety of the club with her hand. She wore a silver dress that shone in the lights.

"Well, feel free to look around. The performer of the night should be getting on stage soon so be ready for that. She's quite the artist." She winked.

The two of the men straightened their posture as they looked around the club. The bar was chock full of different colored beverages on glass shelves, the neon lights in the club reflecting off of them and causing them to glow. For their grand opening they decided to make a theme. And, that theme was neon. Almost like a rave. Everything was black except for the neon lights, strobe lights, and the alcoholic beverages. Yes, they went as far to make sure the drinks looked neon in the blacklights that hung from the ceiling. It looked really nice.

"It looks great. I love the theme you chose." Oswald told Barbara.

"Tabby and I thought it would be a cool look. Glad to see that we were right. After all, people are piling into the club." She added.

"It looks like the late 2000's threw up in a room..." Ed said flatly.

Barbara and Tabitha raised an eyebrow, throwing him dirty looks. Oswald looked up at Edward, obviously confused as well. Upon realizing this, Ed smiled.

"Sorry. That was a compliment."

All three of them nodded, used to this typical behavior from Ed. It was hard to understand when he was being sarcastic or serious. He had a hard time using the correct tone of voice for certain situations. Nevertheless, all four of them continued to converse, drinks in their hands. Oswald would throw in a couple things about how it's been being the mayor of Gotham. The two girls were only interested when he mentioned something that involved violence or drama. They were women who appreciated a nice bit of drama. Who didn't after all? Feedback from the microphone on stage broke them out of their conversation, however.

"Hey everybody! How's it going? Welcome to the grand opening of 'The Sirens'. Give it up for Barbra and Tabitha!" The girl on stage announced.

Applause sounded throughout the club, sounding 5x louder than it actually was because of the reverb. Y/n clapped as well from on stage.

"I'm y/n and I'll be your musical performer for tonight. Who's ready to party?" She cheered.

Applause once again sounded.

Edward looked up from his drink and onto the girl on stage. His eyes widened ever so slightly, feeling a chill run down his spine. The neon light shone on her, causing her hair to glow and skin to look luminescent. She wore an outfit that looked almost like a straightjacket, but it was (y/f/c). Her hair was put up into pigtails that were curled.

^This takes you to Poppy's wikipedia page. That's where I got the inspo for the outfit.

"Alright, this first song is called Play, Destroy. Go fucking crazy." She chuckled.

Edward's breath hitched as she giggled into the mic, heavy bass guitar playing in the back from the band that stood behind her, she played the electric guitar however. Her voice sounded so angelic and coarse all at once. She sang the lyrics and he listened to every single word.

"This is how we play, this is how we play destroy. Manipulate the girls indoctrinate the boys."

His chest started heaving, downing his drink in one quick swig. He could feel his palms getting sweaty. Edward honestly had no idea why he was so worked up over this singer, but he was regardless. He needed another drink. Walking to the bar he asked for another glass of the previous drink he had. Turning back to the stage he watched her perform as he waited for his drink. She looked up from her guitar, meeting Edward's gaze. He locked up, feeling his whole body stiffen. She winked at him.

"Fuck.." He muttered to himself.

Once his drink was brought to him, he instantly took a big gulp of it, putting it back on the counter. He felt himself relax as the song ended and she got off the stage. He couldn't help but admire her features. Her hair, her eyes, her legs, arms, everything.

"Edward, come here." Oswald told.

Ed shook his head, waking him up from his daydreaming. He grabbed his drink before walking over to his friend.

"This is y/n, the performer for tonight." He said.

Edward felt a blush creep on his face as she walked up towards him. She batted her eyelashes at him.

"Nice to meet you Edward. I'm y/n. You're the Chief of Staff for Mayor Cobblepot, right?" She asked.

He nodded quickly.

"Y-yes."

She smiled, eyeing him up and down slowly until she met back with his eyes. She could tell he was nervous and it was honestly funny. Looking at his drink she smirked.

"Looks good." She said.

"Do y-you want me to get you a drink?" He asked, stumbling over his words.

She giggled, shaking her head.

"Not right now, I need to perform a little longer. How about after? Hm?"

He nodded multiple times, unable to speak until she walked away. He let out a deep breath, finishing the rest of his drinks. Feeling unsteady, Ed went to the bar and sat down as he watched y/n perform for the rest of the night, anxious for when she would finish.

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"Fuck yeah bitch, that was awesome! I owe you for performing for our opening night." Barbara said.

Y/n shook her head.

"You don't owe me anything. I had fun. And I'm getting a free drink." She motioned towards Edward at the bar.

"Nygma? Seriously?"

"Yes! I think he's a cutie. He's got legs for days too." She said sultrily.

Barbara laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Well, good luck girl. He's been quiet the whole night. Wouldn't stop staring at you. Let me know if you get lucky though." She winked.

Y/n laughed as she walked towards Edward, sitting next to him at the bar. He turned around quickly, eyes wide.

"Easy there. You promised me a drink right?"

He nodded, ordering a drink for you. Smiling you looked up at him. He had a crooked grin on his face and his face was tinted pink. He looked cute.

"I heard you liked my performance a lot. I'm flattered."

"I-I, it was a nice performance." He stuttered.

Her drink arrived which she took a big swallow of. Edward watched the way the liquid slid down her throat, causing him to sigh. Placing her glass down, she licked her lips.

"So, be honest with me. You looking to fuck?"

He looked shocked, shaking his head rapidly.

"N-No! It's n-not like that I-"

She laughed before cutting him off.

"Relax. I'm just messing with you. If you just wanted to fuck you would be a lot more confident and...gross."

He smiled.

"You seem sweet. Wanna get outta here?" She asked.

Nodding, he stood up from his chair, holding his hand out for her. She smiled and happily took it.

"Where did you want to go?" He asked.

"I don't know about you, but I could absolutely devour a pizza right now."

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[anaismus]

Buck and Eddie's Relationship: Is It Queerbaiting?

This is going to be a relatively long article with my thoughts on whether queerbaiting really exists on 911 and whether such a presentation of a bisexual couple harms the community.

I don't want to argue about whether this show has queerbaiting. Undoubtedly, there are some factors that correspond to this marketing technique. 

two guys raise the son of one of them

call each other best friends

don't have restrictions on personal space for each other

stare at each other like newlyweds 

It is, and no one - not one - no none can deny it. There's a chemistry between Buck and Eddie that we feel on an almost physical level. And for this, actors get aggression for queerbaiting. Although, in fact, it should be aimed at screenwriters.

But I don't wanna talk about that. I want to talk about why I don't think Buck and Eddie's relationship is queerbaiting.

There's a concept of unvoiced feelings in fanfiction, and I think it is. Let us consider in more detail the main character-forming moments from the life of guys.

This is Evan Buckley.

Evan Buckley is 26 years old. Evan Buckley loves sex. Evan Buckley wants to try to build a relationship, but starts it off the wrong way - first sex, then a phone number and a date. Evan Buckley isn't a bad guy, he simply didn’t have a parent who would teach him to communicate with women, to appreciate them. He wasn’t taught to build relationships. His examples of relationships in childhood and adolescence (when the frontal lobes are forming) are parents who are too grieving to see that their living son needs them more than the dead one. And the sister who left for her husband, and from sunny Maddie Buckley, turned into a broken Maddie Kendall. Evan Buckley doesn't know how to be in a relationship.

Then he has Abby - it seems that this is his first serious relationship. And let's be honest, he's growing as a person. He respects Abby, takes care of her and her mother, supports them, makes them laugh and is just always there. And then Abby leaves. She doesn’t even leave him, but just leaves, and for several months Buck cherishes a ghostly chance for the return of the old relationship and the happiness that they had. And then Evan Buckley gives up. But it continues to grow.

He has other girls, but none of them accepts him for who he is: with his work, character, attitude towards family, friends and himself. Of course, you cannot be completely satisfied in your partner, but immediately trying to change him for yourself - this shouldn't exist.

This is Eddie Diaz.

Eddie Diaz has a son with a form of disability. Eddie Diaz went through the war and outlived many of his acquaintances. Eddie Diaz and his disabled son were abandoned by his wife, who cut off all ties for several years. Eddie Diaz is a wonderful father who takes his son on a West Coast adventure in hopes of changing their lives.

Eddie misses Shannon. Christopher misses Shannon. And I'm sure that as a child, Chris often asked at first where his mother was and why she wasn't coming back. And every time Eddie Diaz's heart broke from the words "she doesn't love me?" or "mommy just doesn't want to see me anymore?" And Christopher asked, because at his age, children measure everything by their own measure.

And then Shannon comes back. And it's damn hard for Eddie to pretend that there weren't those years of silence from his wife. That she didn't go anywhere. His broken a few years ago heart cannot believe that if he let Shannon back into their life, she'll remain and will always be with them.

“A broken pot can still hold water” - the amazing devil “pray”

And Eddie gradually begins to trust her with himself and his son. And then they both lose Shannon for the second time. Forever and ever. And again they are left alone, although she promised to always be with them. Of course, it's not her fault that she died. But when you lose a person, at some point, grief changes to anger. "You promised not to leave me!" and so on.

Eddie Diaz has years of service in Afghanistan behind him. In civilian life, Eddie Diaz gets shot at (such horrible sounds, he heard them in the service). Eddie Diaz has taken hostage (the feeling of fear and panic is almost like when they were under siege). Eddie Diaz finds himself buried alive under 12 feet of earth while rescuing a boy his son's age because he hopes that if he isn't there, someone will save Christopher (sand gets in his mouth and eyes, just like in the Afghan desert). For three whole minutes of his life, Eddie Diaz looks at his best friend, dying from the inside, and thinks that his most beloved person in the world died during the tsunami, and he was not to save. He saved others (it turns out that he put the life of his son below the life of a stranger?). Of course, he didn't, of course Christopher survived and escaped with nightmares, but for the whole three minutes of his life Eddie thought differently and tried not to die from a broken heart.

Eddie Diaz enters Evan Buckley's life at a time when he feels like his life is falling apart. That he's not good enough for Abby to stay and let Buck make her happy. He doesn't feel like he's good enough for Abby to believe that together with Buck, they can get through everything in her life. And of course Evan Buckley is wonderful and deserves the whole world, but now he doesn't believe in it, because again he wasn't important enough to stay with him.

Evan Buckley enters Eddie Diaz's life at a moment of stress from moving and the beginning of a new life for him and his young son. Eddie begins to associate Evan Buckley with a new beginning, a new life. He bursts into the lives of both of Diaz with a burst of laughter and his brightest smile. Evan finds a common language with little Chris, becomes for him the same parental figure as Eddie is. Buck cares for and raises Christopher along with Eddie. Not so much because he has feelings for Eddie and not because he pities the disabled child. But because Evan Buckley is a good man, perhaps the best in the life of the Diaz family.

They met each other in difficult moments of their lives, experienced the most terrible trials together, and they continue to hold on to each other, because they feel boundless understanding and trust.

And it certainly started with friendship. Strong and forgiving, about which books are written, and which one can only dream of. And then it develops into something more, and it seems to me that they themselves are not understand, at some point they stop looking at each other as at a friend. That is why none of them makes an obvious first step towards.

Once again, there are no clear first steps. Perhaps for each of them, those words and moments that they create together mean the first step, but it’s too scary to openly talk about feelings.

When you like your best friend, you begin to see his every word and action romantically. Even if it wasn't meant to be. And you're scared because you're afraid to misunderstand and let yourself cross the line of friendship. But what if your friend was just acting normal, but your loving mind decided to treat the situation as if the feelings were mutual? Self-deception and false hope. What if you decide that your feelings are mutual and take the first step towards meeting, and this turns out to be a fall in love brain perception error? Friendship will be destroyed. Not immediately, of course. But tension and awkwardness will snowball until it crushes both of them. It hurts when your dearest person doesn't love you back. It hurts when you can't return the feelings of your dearest person. This is a double-edged sword, and this situation hurts everyone. Of course, your feelings may be mutual and everything will be fine, but what if not? What if the confession destroys the friendship and takes the person closest to you? Both parties will feel guilty, but no one will really be guilty.

“No one will never fight for my son as hard as you. that is what I want for him“ - s4ep13.

“There’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you“ - s3ep3.

And this means that he infinitely trusts Evan in every sense. Because Eddie trusts him with the most precious thing in his life: his son. And Evan may like to think that Eddie's attitude towards him has changed towards romance, but he is afraid that this is just an illusion. Eddie only meant what he said: Buck is his best friend, and his best friend can be trusted with everything.

Buck spends hours looking for the missing Christopher in hysterics. Dive to pain in temples and burning in lungs. He does not notice the water and how heavy the debris that he removes to find little Christopher. He screams the name of the child until his voice is hoarse, in a panic rushes to every person he meets on the ruined coast in the hope of hearing that Christopher was seen alive and well, and now Buck will be able to hug him and exhale - Christopher is alive. And every time he sees similar hair, height, clothes, he rushes to the person, praying that it was Christopher. And every time his heart breaks when it's not him. Evan rushes around the camps, forces himself to look into the black bags, but Christopher is still missing. 

Evan meets Eddie in a moment of desperation. He needs to be told that he lost Chris. That it was his fault for not keeping an eye on Eddie's baby. That Eddie lost his son to Evan. And of course Christopher is fine and after just a couple of minutes of talking he is already in the arms of his father. But Evan thought all day that Chris died because of him. The child he raised, whom he probably perceived as his son.

Of course everything is getting better. And they go through all the difficulties together, but they only unite them. And this makes the possibility of losing each other because of three words even more scary.

Eddie doesn't know how Buck looks at him when Diaz isn't looking. 

He doesn't know how Buck panics when Eddie is in danger. He doesn't know how Buck dug the ground with his hands, although he knew for sure that he could not reach the man through 12 feet of earth. He doesn't know how Evan's heart broke when he found Eddie in a ruined room in tears and panic. Eddie doesn't know how willing Evan is to die for Eddie. He doesn't know how much Evan Buckley loves him.

And Evan doesn't know how Eddie looks at him when Buck isn't looking. He doesn't know how grateful he is for Christopher's smile. Evan doesn't know how happy Eddie is to see the smile on Evan's face. Evan doesn't know how strong Eddie's belief is that he can forgive Buck for literally anything.

And Evan is trying to add a touch of romance to his words and actions. Hoping that if Eddie like him too, then Diaz will realize that Evan is in love with him and say that it's mutual. And then everything will be fine.

But Eddie, who likes Evan so much, is scared that it's just his loving mind deciding to take every smile, look, and touch in a romantic context. So Eddie just adds a touch of romance to his words and actions. Hoping that if Evan likes him too, then Buckley will realize that Eddie is in love with him and say that it is mutual. And then everything will be fine.

And this vicious circle is inextricable. They both found each other at the moment when they were alone. Therefore, I think it is incredibly scary for both of them to feel rejected, abandoned and unnecessary again. And I think that's why their relationship revolves around innuendo and doesn't move forward. It's very scary. And we've all experienced it at some point.

In addition to a completely justified fear, we should not forget this: even if it’s the 21st century, we don’t know how our environment will react to the fact that your loved one and you are of the same sex. It's one thing when your friends make gay jokes or tease you about your friend. But another thing is the fear of how they will react to the fact of the relationship, and not just a joke about them. It's the same with parents. When you make coming-out, there is a big risk of losing a good relationship with your parents. They may love you but not accept the fact that LGBT is not a disease. Just because they've been told otherwise all their lives.

I'm bisexual and asexual myself. And I'm not afraid to talk about it to friends or, if the subject comes up, to strangers in a bar. I'm not afraid of their reaction, I can stand up for myself. In addition, I quickly and painlessly cross out people I don’t like from my life. I just can't attached with people. But! I still haven't told my parents that I had relationships with girls because I know that I will lose my parents' good attitude. Of course, I know that over time they will accept me for who I am, even if they do not understand. But the months or even years it will take for them to accept - it scares me. But there are other parents who can disown their children for this.

I think Buck (even though he says he doesn't need parents) is afraid to feel like a disappointment to his mom and dad again. And Eddie is probably afraid of being judged and that they will try to "fix" him, because his family looks quite traditional (and he also has a bad relationship with his parents).

Often in movies, we are shown how characters fall in love, and this is almost always mutual. If this is not the case, then the rejected person quickly switches to another person, and now, after a couple of weeks, he deeply in love with a new person. As if there were no those months or years of torment by unexpressed feelings.

In 911, we see relationships as they are in real life: awkward, reckless, intimidating. They give an ocean of emotions, and these emotions are not always positive. In 911, we see how people face the fear of rejection every day and choose to try to live the way other people live.

It's not queerbaiting, it's a different way of looking at the situation. I love it when the characters talk openly about their feelings to each other, when the writers introduce open LGBT characters. And it's right. But we should not forget about those of us who are afraid to speak about themselves and their feelings because their environment isn't understanding enough. We must not forget the people who choose a long life of safety over a short life that can be interrupted by an aggressive man on the street at night or a religious father with anger issues. Such people need to see that their love for another person is still real feelings, their sense of calm from the person next to them and the joint upbringing of a child is still a family, and sometimes you don’t need to talk about love in order to just love.

And I'm sure that the relationship between Buck and Eddie will develop further and at some point they will become a couple, they will live together and openly talk to each other about love. In the meantime, we are shown the development of the characters in the way that the relationship of real men would develop, whose hearts have been broken a million times, and who have experienced more than a person can bear and not go crazy.

We'll get everything we want, but it takes time. So I think the characters should get all our love. And also actors should receive our love, because their acting skills are at the highest level.

And the pairing fans need to stop cyberbullying Oliver Stark because he's acting out the script, and the only ones to blame for the relationship taking so long are the show's management team.

This shouldn't exist. He is a wonderful actor and a wonderful person. No one should feel or hear that.

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[etherealyein]

My opinions because i have the right to speak 😘

I just wanna say, some of y'all should not be calling kpop idols "ugly" or wtv if you don't look good yourself. It's like your worrying about their visuals when you should be worrying about your own.

Chaeyoung can very much rap, just because she got cancelled doesn't mean that she all of a sudden cannot rap, you guys just wanna start talking shit because she got cancelled, I'm not saying I support her nor her actions.but still.

Some of y'all sending death threats to chaeyoung when she was getting cancelled is not okay..i get your mad but that is not an excuse to act like a damn wild dog and send her death threats, telling her to "kill herself" blah blah blah.

Snsd PAVEDDD. They created fancams and are the reason why you get fancards(? I'm not too sure what they're called) - in your albums. some people do not recognize that and don't give snsd the appreciation that they deserve. who knows what wouldve happened if snsd didn't create fancams.

I hate how some of you will critique kpop idols (women specifically) and try to cover it up, acting like it is just not plain misogyny. But y'all never talk about the males? The society's favoritism towards male kpop idols show really hard, like for example : when a male kpop idols shows their abs they get called "hot" and "sexy" but when a female idol does it she's all of a sudden a "slut" and "has no respect for herself" can you explain that? that makes absolutely no sense. How are you going to praise one thing to one and bash the other one for doing the same, if you do this don't even bother calling yourself a "kpop stan" it's either you treat both male and female artists with respect or you don't at all. simple.

#opinion #in all honesty #kpopidol #kpop opinions

[rjshepherd]

Ansem SOD NSFW Alphabet

i do so love kh1 ansems design and voice ~

nsfw under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oh he's SO sleepy, SO SO SLEEPY. Man just wants to power nap, voted most likely to fall asleep inside his partner/most likely to fall asleep with someone inside him . hes practically dozing off as he finishes to be perfectly honest. He's not so bad if youre just making out or jerking off,but I wouldn't put it past him to forgo cleaning up because he's too drowsy. If you don't wanna sleep in the wet spot you'd better come prepared or be strong enough to force him up to get clean and dry.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I don't know if I would call Ansem vain or narcissistic but he is certainly proud of his looks. Coming from master Xehanort i think part of him appreciates having youthful features like riku and terra, unlike xemnas who is very uncomfortable seeing terra in himself. I don't think he necessarily thinks of himself as attractive to others but more of himself putting the work in, exercising and so on to look the way he does. On himself he likes his chest, how tone he is etc.. on a partner i don't think he has anything particular in mind but he likes athletic builds. Again coming from Xehanort, he likes things that were considered traditionally attractive decades ago; long hair and wasp waists for women, clean shaven men in suits with modern fit jackets etc. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

So because he's a Heartless I find it hard to imagine he is capable of reproduction, meaning it doesn't really matter where he does it. However i also canon that heartless cum is black, like darkness and a lot colder than the normal stuff. Because of that he prefers to keep it off of his partner. It's not out of virtue, more manipulation because if he upsets you, he won't get what he wants. He considers body fluids pretty vulgar in general so he wouldn't want his partner to cum in/on him either. 

He doesn't seem to have a problem with blood mind you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I headcanon xehanort as being an oriented ace guy. Ansem didnt really do the whole sex and romance thing until he possessed riku and got a terrible case of teenage hormones. Since then he's been the “why is everyone so hot” to xemnas “global warming”. He's a little confused why he's still getting random bouts of horny and teenage angst even after 2 years of being free of riku’s heart but at this stage he’s too embarrassed to ask. 

He's not submissive by any stretch of the imagination, nor does he bottom regularly. However there is one thing he would really like to try some day and that's forced orgasms. He's tried it by himself but lacks the restraint to follow through, leading to a couple of ruined orgasms that mean he's reluctant to try it alone again. He’s yet to meet someone he trusts enough to let them do it but hey, never say never. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

All the norts are hot, they look like the fuck on the regular and even if you were privvy to what goes on behind ansems bedroom doors, youd be forgive for thinking he was an expert . the truth is you're likely his first partner, so as far as experience goes it's practically nil. That's not to say he doesn't know what he's doing ( for the most part) , it's just that he lacks practical application of his skills. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

For giving he likes the eagle, he thinks it's cute to see his partner wiggle in his lap, hold their legs so they can't kick him etc For receiving he likes the lotus, however rare it is he feels like being the recipient. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not goofy or humorous but he can be kinda feral. He has this toothy grin you’ll be familiar with if you've played kh1. He's being deadly serious when he's quipping about darkness post nut but whether or not you find him funny is entirely up to you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His body hair is a little darker and less pigmented than that on top. He's not really groomed as such but he does have a happy trail that he keeps somewhat trim as it's visible above his belt. He doesn't really care for hair on others but at least he's not the kind of asshole to make you feel bad about it. He keeps his opinions to himself.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ansem is a little clueless about the whole emotional intimacy thing. I imagine if, once educated on how, you asked him for some affection he’d have no trouble with it. The problem is he’s been so love starved for his entire existence he has not one singular clue how to emotionally connect with people. The only experience he has comes from xehanort, who has 1 friend he murdered, Terra who is frothing at the mouth angry with him and riku, who traded his friends for power ( and then spent the rest of his youth regretting it) . So as you can see he doesn't exactly have the foundation for emotional intelligence. Hes always feeling just a little vulnerable after sex so dont be surprised if he wont let you go for a while after.

Tldr he will spoon with you but dont expect any soothing words beyond a “there there” and he is occasionally a little clingy after sex

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's spent years alone  in that castle in hollow bastion, i wouldn't be surprised if he wanked on the daily out of sheer boredom and frustration. He's not the kind of person who needs candles and fanfare, I don't even think he enjoys it all that much. He just wants to feel something good for a while and eventually it becomes routine. You know the whole joke about wank-o’clock and all.  

I think mutual masturbation with a partner would be a lot more fun for him though. Maybe trying to get eachother off as quickly as possible like a contest. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Well he definitely has a control kink. All that shouting about wanting people to submit isn't just for shits and giggles. He seems like he’d be into brainwashing/controlling but only on his partner. He likes orgasm control for both of you but doesn't always have the patience to allow you your fun. He’d never tell anyone but he enjoys it when you pull his hair. Coming off that whole control thing I think he'd be into BDSM, he's definitely a dom but i can see him wanting to bottom every once in a while. Use his body and access to pleasure to control his partner. He doesn't give me the vibes of outright sadism but he definitely likes restraints, master servant stuff and maybe collars? Don't even get me started on body worship.

Like I said above he does enjoy having his hair pulled so maybe he's a little on the masochistic side. I can see him enjoying wax play or maybe those roller things with the acupressure spikes on them. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Well it's gotta be the realm of darkness doesn't it? A world he can control and manipulate to his whims. A bed one minute and a writhing mass of dark tendrils the next.  I think aside from that he likes fucking in random spots in his castle. Hes got the entire place to himself, why shouldnt you fuck in the library every now and then?

I think he would like to like to do it in Xemnas’ castle, just as a little fuck you to his nobody. 

Other than that, a sofa? He likes to keep his own bed for sleeping

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly it doesn't take much to get him going. He's not much for foreplay but he is quite handsy when he's in the mood. I think he appreciates sparing as foreplay and he definitely enjoys weaker partners struggling against him. Getting his blood pumping with a fight or a hunt or something definitely brings out his slightly feral side. Dont be surprised if you have an argument with him that devolves into a hate fuck or something. 

I think if he had a partner bigger than him he’d like being grabbed around the waist. He appreciates power and someone being able to manhandle him would probably be insanely attractive to him. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't think he enjoys dressing up or roleplaying. He's plenty interesting enough as is thanks. I also think childish personalities, immature people are a real turn off to him. You can have your interests, but if it's kiddy stuff you should keep it separate from him. He’s got a strong aversion to hoods or gags, he wants to be able to speak and to hear his partner. Absolutely no choking, he doesn't trust himself or you, no matter anyones experience. 

I know I said he likes bdsm but he's not THAT into discipline. If youre going to be a bratty little fuck then go bother someone else. He has better things to do with his time than re-educate someone who can't behave long enough to get you both off.

Not a no but he wont do anything with anyone without some sort of safeword or traffic light system in place beforehand. Even just  vanilla sex, he want to know if he takes a fancy to do something you both know the signal to stop. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definite preference in receiving oral to giving it. Likes to tread his hands in his partners hair and use them as he pleases. That's not to say he's not decent at giving but he doesn't usually do it out of the kindness of his heart. More likely he's using it for edging or a warm up for something he wants to do. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's squarely in the middle but he can go up and down depending on what he's doing. Feral mood has him bucking back to meet your thrusts , clawing at the sheets for purchase to go faster, harder. If hes feeling like torturing you he has no problem slowing to a snails pace, for a little while at least. He has a preference for rough and dirty when receiving and taking things in stages when giving. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A solid meh. Hand out firmly flat. He likes you to be rough and fast when he’s on the receiving end but he's still going to draw things out for a few hours if he can. He’ll take a quickie if there is literally no other choice but he’d really prefer to spend at least SOME time on things. He's so damn bored in that big ass castle all alone, what's the sense in rushing things?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah he takes a scientific view to experimentation. Try anything once . just make sure you write down the results otherwise its just fucking around (badumtss) i dont know if it counts as a risk but he doesnt use condoms often. They just aren't to hand in his castle and he doesn't want to have to run to the pharmacy every damn time he's in the mood. He seems to think because he can't get anyone pregnant there's no point but clearly he was out sick the day they covered STD’s in hollow bastion health class. Again this is mostly a laziness issue and not one of pride ; he’ll use them if you give them to him he just cant be bothered off his own bat. A little inconsiderate to say the least but at least he always has lube on hand. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

So it's less of a stamina issue and more of a  “i am so tired all the time i will literally fall asleep on the spot when i am the slightest bit relaxed” issue. If you manage to keep him up he has a quick comeback period and could go a few rounds, but he is naturally inclined to just fall asleep straight afterwards. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yeah he has a few, unlike the other norts. A few prostate toys, some dildos and fleshlights. Most of them are made of darkness so he can control them without touch. He pretty much exclusively uses toys on himself and not his partners. He could, if pressed but he prefers to use his hands to get you off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As a rule, yes he is a terrible tease. He gets such a power trip from holding your ability to orgasm over you. Absolutely cannot take it when the tables are turned however; refuses to beg or do as you ask no matter how desperate he is.seeing him crack is a massive victory, and if you wanted help getting there maybe you should use some of his toys on him. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Fuck me is this man loud. He has ZERO concept of volume control and will shout himself hoarse with little thought for whos eardrums he bursts. At the start he does a lot of talking, trying to whisper and failing miserably. Part way through he starts to swear. Lots of oh fuck laced with demands to speed up or slow down or whatever hes feeling. If he's receiving he's clearly in some kinda mood to let himself go so it will eventually devolve into just pleasurable noises at a decidedly unpleasurable volume. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ansem has naturally 3C type hair but has had it straight permed for years. It also seemed to change a little when he possessed riku, needing less maintenance to maintain the straight.

Post kh4/ redemption au he has got some serious depression. DEFINITELY made worse by seasonal depression. Despite his aversion to the light he needs to be out in the sun to help his mood.

Quite fond of yoga. Uses flexibility for many things. 

Is quite good at gardening despite everything. It's less a caring nature, more being good at routine, observation of what plants need more attention and so on. It's his methodical side and it's good it gives him something to focus on. Unfortunately it's another reason he's so depressed in winter: he can't get out into his garden for some tlc.

I dont usually do sexuality hc’s but this man is a bisexual disaster. He caught that from being around Riku, who is also a bi disaster but in a different way. Ansem is a house on fire and riku is a trainwreck if you follow my insane logic. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Being made of darkness and able to change his form you think he’d make himself huge. While it's true he was pretty hung in his world of chaos form, naturally he's pretty average. More of a grower than a shower and is a LITTLE insecure that Xemnas is bigger than him. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

So I cannon him as ace leaning so you he doesnt yearn for another so much. He does have a fairly high libido but if his partner isn't around he’s quite happy to take care of things on his own. He's not Aro tho so although he might not CRAVE your touch, he is desperate for your affection. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

See A for answers here. He's so drowsy. Absolutely falls asleep with his dick inside you. Has forgotten to take toys out of himself before knocking out, rolled over in his sleep and turned it back on then startled away when his ass started buzzing. Not the worst way to wake up but he doesn't always have time in the mornings to take care of the hardon he’s given himself. 

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