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cultrise · 7 months

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OVERSTIMULATION. SAL FISHER

꒷꒦ CONTENTS NSFW, mutual overstimulation, praise, p in v, clit rubbing ᵎᵎ wc 906

꒷꒦ NOTES i wrote this while half-asleep so i might edit more through it later 😭

ᵎᵎ check the mlist for kinktober here !

your boyfriend had been stressed for a while. his nightmares have gotten more frequent and he would often wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and hot all over.

you often spent the night with him because of it, ignoring any other responsibility just to be there and soothe him when he needed it. sal felt extremely guilty for it, apologising endlessly even if he didn’t need to. but in all honesty, no one could calm him the way you could, when he woke up panting and panicking and he got pulled into your arms, head nestled under your chin as you stroked his hair “it’s alright, sally. you’re home. you’re with me. everything’s alright”

college admissions were also coming up, which put even more pressure on sal, which was stupid considering how smart he actually was and how everybody around you was convinced he’d absolutely nail it. but this poor boy was stressed beyond repair, losing sleep every night and breaking into a sweat from the smallest task.. so it was no surprise when he came to you for help.

you had already told your boyfriend countless of times that you were going to be there for him and help him out with whatever he needed, just like you did back when you were teens. however, since becoming a couple, helping sal destress transitioned to…. other ways.

you whine loudly into the pillow, face almost buried into your pillow as sal pounded into you like a desperate man, trying to release his tension. his usually pale face was flushed pink, sweat making his blue bangs cling to his forehead as he let out staggered breaths and choked moans “fu..uck, i’m so.. so sorry, baby. you feel.. ah!.. too good”

his strokes were messy, his pace was uneven, yet somehow, even in his desperate attempts to get off he was still so attentive to your body, one thumb on your clit as he matched the unsteady pace of his hips with the one of his finger. and god, did you thank yourself for properly teaching this man how to please you because your knuckles had turned white from holding the sheets balled up into your fist. he was just that good.

the covers pooled under you as sal announced his 4th orgasm, making you whine. there was something truly paranormal about the way his stamina changed when he was stressed, he could go at it for hours, until he got every worry out. and oh, was he getting them out. you were both whiny messes, unable to speak other than utter each other’s names breathlessly while you moved your hips to meet his, desperate for more friction.

occasionally, sal would slow down for a second, shaky lips to your ear as he asked you “..hah.. you okay?.. wan’ stop?” and you always shook your head impatiently, asking him to “just move already!” and as his hands grip your hips, he complies to your request.

you were past counting how many orgasms you had by then, body limp and sweaty as your pussy dripped. and sal? sal kept going. if you weren’t so fucked out you would’ve been staring at him with your eyes wide, wondering if this really was the same lanky, shy and nerdy sal you fell in love with back in high school. so you grab his cheek gently, smoothing a thumb over his bottom lip (or what was left of it, anyway).

“that stressed? sure you don’t want to talk?” and sal whines, shaking his head rapidly before begs start stringing from his mouth “no.. nonono… after.. i, shit!.. one more and…. d..one” sal closed his eyes shut tight, tears forming into his eyes as the last wave of pleasure came over him. you had never seen him so fucked out, so needy.. especially by his own hand.

“oh..oH, fuck, baby!” sally whines as you press kisses to his temple, legs squeezing around his waist as you moaned into his heated skin “come on, pretty boy. know you can do it” that nickname. pretty boy. it always had sal’s brain spinning and he captures your lips, cumming loads into you before he drops limp on top, face nuzzled between your breasts.

your hand flies to his hair, gently caressing it as he brings you into a thankful kiss, body still coming down from the original high “ ‘m sorry” sal speaks up, making you smile “did i hurt you? in any way?” always such a gentleman. even after he has both of your bodies shake uncontrollably and consecutively, he’s still the one to ask if you enjoy it. and how can your response be negative?

“no, sally. it was perfect” you sigh as you kiss him, letting him finally relax and fall on top of you, in your embrace “made me feel so good” you coo as his blush deepens, not wanting to think of how filthy he was. to his core, no matter what sal fisher went through, he was always a gentleman, a soft hearted boy that was so selfless it actually hurt.

“think we deserve a nap now” you hum as you tie up his pretty hair into a low bun “think? i’m spent. this calls for a 5 hour nap” sal groans before getting a towel and jumping back into bed “come on, let me clean you up. can’t have my pretty girlfriend all dirty”

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babeydollx · 2 months

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Friends With Benefits | John B Routledge

୨୧ Warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of smut.

୨୧ Pairings: John B Routledge x Female Reader

୨୧ Summary: In which, John B and Y/N have been best friends since the sandbox days but, after a night of drinks they give into their true feelings for eachother.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.1k words

୨୧ Author's Note: this will be a two part series. Also sorry for the big space at the end, I cannot get rid of it.

You started to get ready for John B’s party. You always loved his parties and would never miss one for the world. John B has been your best friend since the 4th grade. We were inseparable. Wherever one of us went, the other always came along.

You finished getting ready and made sure You looked good then went downstairs. “Y/N. Where are you going?” Your father asked standing by the stairs. “I’m going out.” You said heading for the door. You knew your father wouldn’t let you go if you told him you were going to John B’s. He was a Pouge and you are a Kook. Your father would never approve of that friendship.

“Going out where?” He asked raising a brow. “uhm.. I’m just going to Sarah’s.” You said grabbing your purse and opened the door. “Oh.. okay have fun honey.” Your father said as he walked off into the living room. You nodded and left.

You came to the beach where the Pouges were throwing there party. John B spotted you and ran over and hugged you, then picked you up and spun you. You giggled as he set you back down. “I’m so glad you came Y/n.” He smiled. “I would never miss my best friend’s party.” You chuckled and walked over to JJ, Pope, and Kiara with him. “Aye Y/N! You came, shocked you got passed your old man at this hour.” JJ said sipping his beer.

“Well.. I had to lie that I was with Sarah. I texted her and told her and she said she would cover for me so it’s fine.” You chuckled and sat down with them. JJ was John B’s best friend. He was one of your best friends were. Really.. John B, JJ, Kiara, and Pope were basically your family. You would do anything for any of them.

You got up to get a beer and came back then sat down close to John B. You opened it and sipped your beer as JJ stood up. “Uh.. JB could you come help me with something real quick?” He asked setting his beer down by his spot. “Yeah sure.” John B nodded and got up and they walked off together.

୨୧ John B's POV ୨୧

I walked off with JJ away from the group. I didn’t really know what JJ would need help with, everything for the party was done obviously, we were all good. He took me farther away from the group, far enough where they could not hear us then JJ stopped and turned to face me.

“You seriously have not made a move on Y/N yet?” JJ asked. “I- what do you mean?” I asked tilting my head confused. I did know what he was talking about, I had talked to him about liking Y/n before but, I know she wouldn’t feel the same for me. She’s my best friend, and a Kook. She deserves better than me anyways.

“John B. I know that you like her, you told me, and even if you wouldn’t had told me, it’s obvious dude.” He said crossing his arms. “I just…” I sighed. “What is it man? What’s the problem?” JJ asked. “I don’t want to ruin things between us.” I sighed. “What if she does not feel the same way about me and I tell her, and it screws everything up. She is my best friend JJ.. I don’t want to ruin a good thing.” I said.

“Have you not seen the way y/n looks at you?” He asked. “The way she is always all over you and clingy. She’s totally into you man.” He said. “I don’t think so.. plus realistically you would have more of a chance with her than I would.” I sighed. “I wouldn’t have a chance with her. I know that because I have tried it, trust me y/n is hot, if I had the chance to snatch her up I would.” He said. “Plus she is always all over you man.” He said.

“I mean.. still..” I sighed. “Oh my god.” JJ huffed. “She is into you, it’s easy to tell with the whole ‘Oh my god John B.. I missed you so much’ and 'John B please.. be safe.. be so safe.’” He said then decided to throw in the quote: 'Ugh just give me that John D!’ “I- really JJ?” I asked a little irritated at his last quote. “Well I know she is thinking it.” JJ smirked. I rolled my eyes. I honestly hoped JJ was right about y/n liking me but, she probably doesn’t. I know it. “Let’s just go back.. ok man?” I asked. “Ight..” JJ said.

୨୧ Y/N's POV ୨୧

JJ and John B walked back over to us. John B sat beside me again as usual and JJ sat back beside Kiara. “What was that all about?” You asked looking to John B. “Uhm..” John B said looking to JJ. JJ gave him a looked and mouthed 'say it.’ “Can we talk… in uh.. private?” John B asked. “Uh- yeah sure.” You nodded and got up. You was worried that something was wrong. He seemed… too serious for it to be something light.

John B took your hand and walked off. John B took you to the van and opened the back letting you get in first then he got in after you shutting the door. “So.. what’s up?” You asked sitting down. John B sat down beside you. He studied you for a moment. “What is it JB?” You chuckled but was cut off when he kissed you. You were shocked but kissed him back then pulled away.

“ Uh.. what was that about?” You chuckled a little tilting my head. “I- uh- sorry..” John B mumbled. “I- no it’s ok… I liked it..” You said as you held his hand. “I- you did?” He asked shocked. “Yeah..” You smiled a little and bit your lip. “Well.. I am guessing that it’s obvious that I like you. That’s why.. JJ and I talked in private earlier.. he was trying to convince me to tell you..” He said.

“Really? You like me?” You smiled. “Yeah..” He nodded with a quiet chuckle. “Well you’re in luck because.. I like you too.. a lot.” You giggled quietly. “Really?” He smiled. “Yeah..” You smiled a giggled a little. It went silent for a moment. “Well.. what should we do now?” You asked. “Mmm.. I have a few ideas..” John B smirked as he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you passionately.

୨୧ Author's Note: Thank you for reading, lovies!

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ayanominitrash · 7 months

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Geto Suguru x reader // of all the days//

life is unfair, but Geto is thankfully a saint

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thinking about how you're the 4th student of the second year in Jujutsu High - the batch with the strongest sorcerers of your generation

you have a huge crush on Geto Suguru but always have his best friend Gojo Satoru cock blocking you, or should I say pussy blocking you?

you can't help it, Geto is quiet, gentle and kind. his dark eyes shine into yours, making butterflies in your stomach go berserk

so, not a day goes by where you don't try to convince the annoying white-haired man to leave out a mission so you can partner up with Geto for once. it's always the two of them, while you have to get left behind with Shoko Ieiri, who isn't assigned to many missions as she's only one of the few sorcerers who can heal

"as if you're strong enough to take on one of our missions," Gojo would scoff at you every time you beg him. "Geto's mine. Or I could fuck you over and have him partner with Shoko instead."

You're red in the face in your anger, "Principal Yaga or the higher-ups would never take her out on missions too much, you know. Just this once!"

Gojo hums in thought, hand caressing his chin. then finally looks at you with a smirk, "No"

"fuck you with all my being" you glared at him before stomping away

"that's not a threat, considering how short you are!" he shouts at your retreating figure

on your way home from a mission with Shoko one day, you find the perfect bribe for Gojo to sit one mission out - it's a limited edition daifuku, his favorite dessert

"Principal Yaga, believe it or not, I'm not feeling all that great today. I think I got the bad btch disease - that said, I'll let Y/N take the next mission with Suguru, -bye!"

"he's all yours," The tall man says before biting into the tasty treat

Finally, you meet up with Your Crush Geto Suguru, who smiles at you before opening the car door open so you can go in first

Your Crush Geto Suguru who was kind enough to ask you if you're nervous about the mission, in which you joke to him that you'd be more nervous if you were on a mission with Gojo with how reckless he can be sometimes and likes to go solo - Geto chuckles at you, eyes disappearing in the process

Your Crush Geto Suguru who politley ushers you forward once the two of you reached into the buidling of said mission, a light push from his hand on the small of your back. Once the curtains are pulled down by the assistant that drove the two of you there, he speaks in a soft voice about the situation. You nod at his words, trying to not get distracted by the gloss of spit on his bottom lip

Your Crush Geto Suguru who lets you sit down first while he clears the first floor of the building. You feel an uneasy pain in you, but you don't mind it. Instead, you help yourself to watch how Geto's broad shoulders move as he exorcise the low grade curses, his brows pinch together in concentration.

Your Crush Geto Suguru who asks you in concern when you told him you can't exactly stand up, he looks down at you with those pretty dark eyes, it makes you weak in the knees. But that's not the reason why you told him you can't stand up from your seat. Of all the days, it just had to be the day that you're finally in the mission with your crush, only to have your period come in early.

Your Crush Geto Suguru whose eyes widen when you tell him of your little unfortunate incident. You probably think he'd be grossed out by you or turned off. Or probably annoyed because you're insinuating to let him handle the mission all by himself.

Your Crush Geto Suguru who only voices his concerns for your being - are you hurting? can you move? Is there anything that I can do to help? You heart can't help but flutter of how considerate he's being with you. You tell him that you can still go on the mission with him but your skirt is probably soaked from your backside area. Maybe if you're lucky, you can find some pads in the abandoned building - gross, but what are you to do?

Your Crush Geto Suguru who removes his jacket uniform and wraps it around your waist "It's just the two of us, but if this will help you feel less uncomfortable around me, please take it."

Your Crush Geto Suguru who only puts his hand on the small of your back again as he ushers you forward to the next floor, shutting down your protests about using his jacket as your cover, how you're afraid about the stains.

Your Crush Geto Suguru who does most of the work, exorcising curses along the way so you don't have to push yourself.

Your Crush Geto Suguru who bridal carries you out of the building after the mission because your cramps got worse. You'll never forget the feeling of his strong arms around you.

Your Crush Geto Suguru who asks the driver to stop at a convenience store on the ride back to the school, so he can buy you some much needed pads and sweets.

Your Crush Geto Suguru who gives you that sweet smile of his when you return his uniform jacket the next day, all washed and clean.

Your Crush Geto Suguru who asks you if you two can eat lunch together that same day.

(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ reblogs and comments are appreciated//do not repost my work anywhere

This is my first time writing - I think this is called a drabble? brrttt I was gushing while writing this Daddy Suguru PLEAASEEE

#jjk geto #jjk ieiri #jjk gojo #jujustu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x y/n #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #fanfic

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tommydarlings · 2 years

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pairing: dom!billy x sub!religious!reader

warnings: smut, slight hair pulling

masterlist <3 // my ko-fi to support me! <3

"No need to look up right now baby, God can't help you now" Billy whispered from behind while he literally fucked your poor cunt raw. "but h-he's always watching, I-I don't think he will like that b-billy" you whimpered pathetically as he tightly grabbed your hair and pushed your head in his direction.

"What doesn't he like, huh? The bad guy of the town taking the church girls virginity? Maybe your little 'hero' from above doesn't like it but i can definitely feel that this precious little pussy likes it" he laughed loudly before he dropped your head roughly onto the pillow and grabbed your hips with his hands.

"beautiful tight little cunt, was just perfectly made for a man like me to fuck it wasn't it?" he groaned, watching your tiny fists clenching the bedsheets between your fingertips like your life would depend on them.

"You know baby, I was never in a church before" Billy stated while he was still moving his hips so fast and hard that you though you would explode any second. "N-never? You definitely n-need to g-go" you whimpered into the pillow as best as you could. "maybe, but first I need to finish in this pretty lil' cunt, gotta stuff this religious innocent cunt with my filthy cum, don't i?" Billy told you with a grin painted on his face.

After Billy was satisfied seeing you cumming for the 4th time on his cock, fingers and tongue, he wanted you to suck his cock clean.

"knees, now."

You got on your knees infront of him and looked with your slightly glassy eyes up to his tall figure standing there looking down at you.

"Are we gonna pray now?" you asked him in all seriousness while your fingers were nervously playing with the ring he gifted you on your 6 months anniversary.

Billy chuckled happily, to be honest, Billy was pretty impressed that you were really so innocent even though you were dating him.

"Yes, yes pretty girl, we are gonna pray now" he whispered as he slowly stroked your cheek with his thumb and smirked a bit. You smile grew even bigger, knowing that it's finally something God will like and definitely allow you.

"But I'm not sure if God will like this method of praying" he said with a fake poud on his face. You were confused. Why wouldn't he like it?

"Why? Is it a bad method?" you asked him curiously. He shook his head with a tiny smile. "No, to be honest, it's my favorite way to pray baby" he whispered before his hand left your face.

"open your mouth and let me show your lil' savior from up there how good his perfect little angel can suck a cock" he whispered before he guided your head towards his cock. You opened your mouth and immediately followed his orders.

"Atta girl, you maybe enter church looking like a good lil' angel but fucking hell you can suck cock like a slut"

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove x reader #stranger things #stranger things smut

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midnightstar-90 · 11 months

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A Cry For Help

Evan Buckley x Platonic! Fem! Reader

Request from @lillybearblog: “can i make a request for Buck from 911? Maybe you are bestfriends for awhile and he comes over and notices there is a small fire or something. You are passed out on the floor and wake to the smoke and Buck checking your pulse or something. He gets you out safely”

Summary: Buck is recently informed that his friend is going through a recent breakup, that has led her to begin drinking in a way Buck had never seen her drink before. When a fire starts at her house, Buck is determined to help his friend.

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol, Mentions Of Infidelity, A Little Blood (But No Gore Or Anything), Language

A/N: I wrote 3/4ths of a story that I didn't know how to finish, and then this came to mind. As always, I'm sorry for the delay. I'm not very consistent, nor am I organized. But I am trying.

I hope this is good. I know that it's not exactly what you asked for, but I tried to at least keep the concept. As I said, I had to rewrite the story, and it was exactly as you explained, but the way I had written it felt like it was never-ending, and it was just taking too long.

Words: 2.3K Words

It was about 10 PM when Buck was finally off the clock. He was finally able to kick back and relax after facing a very grueling 24-hour shift.

The past day had consisted of Buck suffering through small house fires, drunk drivers, and even vengeful exes. Luckily for Buck, everyone came back alive, some with injuries, but surely all still alive. They delivered a man who suffered 4 stab wounds, from a woman everyone suspected to now be his ex, to the hospital. And the 118 quickly, yet safely made their way back to the firehouse.

As soon as the truck was placed in park, Buck was quick to release himself from the safety of his seatbelt and out of the vehicle. He began to make his way to the locker rooms after stretching his arms and neck a little. “Another one bites the dust,” Buck spoke to himself with a small, happy smile.

Eddie came up behind Buck, clapping his hand on his shoulder, as he joined Buck on his walk to the locker room. “Buck,” Eddie called out. Buck turned his head to face the Latino. His smile grew on his face. “What made you so happy? Aren’t you tired?” Eddie asked, also smiling but with a questioning look.

Buck answered, “I am. I’m just happy that our shift’s over. This shift made me happy to realize that I am no longer Buck 1.0. I’ve matured into a Buck that I never thought I could be.” Buck’s hands moved sporadically, through the air, as he spoke. His line of sight was lost in the distance.

Eddie congratulated the younger man as they entered the locker room. Their conversation shifted to a different topic while the two changed out of their work uniforms.

Their conversation came to a halt when Bobby frantically stormed into the locker rooms. “Have any of you heard from Y/N? I found out some bad news, just now, and she didn’t come in for work.”

The two stared at the older man in concern. “She didn’t call in?” Buck asked, confused. Bobby shook his head.

“No. No, we haven’t heard anything,” Eddie spoke up. Bobby nodded his head with a sad smile before he walked back out of the locker room.

Buck and Eddie looked at each other with a scared look. “I’ll- um- I’ll check up on her,” Buck told Eddie.

Eddie gave Buck a slight nod, to let him know that he understood. He grabbed his bag and started his way to the locker room doors. “Let me know what happens,” Eddie replies, then leaves.

Buck stayed behind. Something told him that something was wrong, and it all started when Bobby told him about Y/N not coming in. He grabbed his phone, unlocking it to see 10 unread texts from his friend, 5 missed calls, and 1 voicemail, all within the last hour.

Buck read through the texts. Most of the texts were about how much Y/N now hated her boyfriend after catching him cheating. Buck could tell his friend was drinking, because with every text, somehow, the words looked slurred.

Buck felt his jaw clench as he read the text. He couldn’t believe that someone like Will, Y/N’s now-ex-boyfriend, could treat a person who is so sweet and caring like that. He didn’t deserve Y/N. No one did, in Buck’s mind. She deserved more than what the world has given her, and it seemed unfair that right now Y/N’s chugging down a bottle of something she’ll regret drinking in the morning, and Will’s off with some chick that Will deemed better than Y/N.

He moved off of messages and clicked on the “phone” app. He opened Y/N’s recent voicemail and was instantly upset when he heard her start to speak. “Heeeyyy, Buck,” she slurred. Buck grimaced at how drunk she already was. “I don’t know if you got my messages, but I don’t know what to do. I know you’re probably at work because we were all scheduled together, but can you come over when you get this?” It hurt Buck to listen to this. He could hear her beginning to cry, and he wasn’t there to comfort her. “I thought he loved me. He even proposed a week ago. But it seems all that was fake. He’s been going out with that fucking whore, behind my back for months, Buck. MONTHS. I thought he loved me…” She paused, and Buck looked down at his phone, taken aback by the vulgar language that was spewing out of her mouth.

“…Fuck,” she cursed over the phone. “Shit… Fuck.” Buck didn’t know what was going on, but whatever was happening over the phone couldn’t have been good, based on her change in tone. Suddenly a loud thud was heard over the phone before the voicemail cut off. Buck looked through his phone to see if there was anything else, but the voicemail was the last thing he received from the girl.

Buck raced out of the locker room, in search of Bobby. But as soon as he got to the main floor, the bell had gone off, signaling an emergency in progress. Bobby rushed past Buck, but Buck was quick to grab his captain’s arm.

“Bobby, there’s something I have to tell you. It’s about Y/N,” Buck tried to speak but was cut off by Bobby.

“There’s an emergency at 128 West Lafayette St,” Bobby quickly said, hoping Buck would understand what he was saying. Luckily, he did. Buck’s eyes looked up at Booby in concern. “That’s Y/N’s address,” Buck said in dismay. Bobby only gave the younger man a nod as a reply.

“Can I go with you guys?” Buck asked.

“I don’t know. We already lost too much time here talking-”

“I’ll be quick,” Buck argued.

Bobby let out a small sigh. “Sure, but you have 5 minutes, and then we’re out,” Bobby agreed. And with that, Buck was off. He rushed back into the locker room and quickly applied his work uniform, and then back to the main floor where he and a few others threw on their fire protection gear before getting into the truck.

By the time the 118 made it to Y/N’s house, what dispatch described as a small fire, now covered half of Y/N’s small home. Buck watched as fire tried to escape the house through broken windows. It took almost everything in him not to jump out of the moving vehicle. He sat patiently, waiting for the driver to park the truck, so he could get out and save his friend.

The truck stopped, and Buck practically flew out of the vehicle, not waiting for anyone. “Okay,” Bobby said outside the truck, calling everyone in, around him. “The fire is quickly escalating, so we need to quickly evacuate the building and get that fire out. Johnson, you, and Wilks will be putting the fire out from the top. Gomez and I will be on the ground, working to put out the fire. Buck and Todd, I want you to make sure every room in that house is clear. Got it.”

“Got it!” Everyone replied.

Everyone went their separate ways. Buck and Randall Todd, a fellow 118 member, headed into Y/N’s home. Buck had no clue where he was going. He only knew that Y/N was drunk before the call went dead and that she was upset. “I’ll get upstairs,” Randall said, earning a thumbs up from Buck.

Buck searched the living room, bathroom, and dining room before his walkie went off. “Cap upstairs is clear,” Buck heard Randall say from his walkie. It went off again, but this time Bobby spoke, “What about downstairs?” Buck grabbed his walkie and spoke, “All is clear, except for the kitchen. Heading that way now.”

He made his way to the kitchen, and the sight before him made him stop in his tracks. Y/N lay on the ground, a little ways away from the stove. Her head lay in a small pool of blood, meaning she hit her head hard.

Buck rushed over to the girl, giving her a little shake. “Y/N, hey, are you conscious?” Buck asked, slightly tapping the girl’s face. The girl stirred slightly under Buck’s grip. “Buck?” she murmured.

Buck grabbed his walkie and spoke into it, “I found Y/N, cap. She’s barely conscious. She hit her head really hard.”

“Bring her out, Buck.”

“Copy that.”

Before picking the girl up, Buck observed the area around the girl. On the counter next to her was an empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Buck had never seen or heard of the girl ever drinking that. In fact, he remembered Y/N specifically telling him that she’d rather die than be caught drinking that. Buck scoffed at the memory.

He bent down to grab the girl. His large hands swept under the girl to pick her up, but they quickly retracted when he heard something crunch under his feet. Glass sat spread across the floor next to the girl, leaving Buck to believe that she was carrying a glass in her hand when she fell. And on the other side of the girl, Buck found Y/N’s phone completely cracked.

Buck tried picking the girl up once more, coming out successful. He lifted her up, holding her in a bridal-like fashion, with his arms supporting her back and legs. Buck made his way out of the house, where he was met by Bobby and two paramedics from the 118. He placed the girl on the open gurney.

Y/N stirred awake once more, this time longer than the last. The first thing she saw was Buck, which put a smile on her face. “Heeeyy, Buck,” She said. Buck frowned, remembering the voicemail that led him here. She shifted as her co-workers took note of her pulse and potential energies.

When she finally got comfortable, she noticed Buck’s frown. She looked away from Buck, copying the same sad look Buck had shown. Her eyes shifted over to Bobby, who carried a look of disappointment. It took a second to realize why he was looking at her like that. She had brought back something in him that Bobby hated reliving.

She looked between the two and softly said, “I’m sorry.” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to look at either of the men, but they surely had their eyes on her. Buck grabbed the girl’s hand, caressing it with his thumb. “You have no reason to be sorry,” Buck spoke.

Y/N shook her head “no” as she began to block out everything around her. The memories that led her to this moment in time all flashed through her eyes. She remembered everything. She remembered coming home from lunch with some friends to find Will lying in bed, her bed, sweaty, next to a girl Y/N did not know. She remembered throwing the engagement ring he had given her, just last week, in his face. She remembered kicking him out of the house, speeding to her closest liquor store and purchasing alcohol that she never thought she’d drink, and then going home and drinking until she couldn’t remember anymore.

“Y/N,” Buck called out, getting her attention. Y/N cried. She didn’t know what else to do. Everything hurt. Her body ached in pains she had never experienced before, and her heart was practically torn to shreds, so she just let it all out.

“Y/N, Bobby and I are going to meet you at the hospital when all of this is done,” Buck said. His heart broke to watch the girl break down like this. He wiped a tear from her face before Andy and Samara, the two paramedics on duty, began to get Y/N into the ambulance.

Bobby came up behind Buck and stared at the crying girl. “Go with her,” Bobby said. Buck spun around to face Bobby in shock. “What?” “You heard me,” Bobby argued.

Buck scoffed, “I have to help with the fire.”

Bobby’s head tilted at the man in front of him, giving Buck a knowing look. “You’re off the clock. I let you come to make sure Y/N was fine, and I want you to do the job you were assigned. Plus, Y/N needs someone by her side. I’ve been where she’s been, and I wish there was someone like you that was by my side when I needed it most,” Bobby said, giving the boy a soft smile.

Buck saw the pain in Bobby’s eyes as he attempted and failed to not look at the girl in the ambulance, struggling to cope with what had happened. Bobby looked at the girl as if she were his daughter. He saw a lot of himself in her, and it pained him to have to watch her suffer to the point where it got this bad. So, Buck discarded the part of his uniform that belonged to the firehouse and handed them to Bobby.

Bobby gave Buck an assuring look, putting a smile on Buck’s face. “Hey, wait up,” Buck called out to the paramedic that was trying to close the doors, so they could leave for the hospital. They opened the doors again, allowing Buck to jump in. Buck climbed in, sitting next to Y/N as she stared up at the ceiling of the truck with tears streaming down her face.

Buck’s hand met Y/N’s, and he squeezed it, letting her know that he was there for her. “It’s gonna be alright,” Buck whispered to the girl, but she didn’t respond. Her eyes stayed focused on the ceiling, not reacting to anything but her inner thoughts. But that didn’t stop Buck from comforting the girl. She’d been through a lot in 2 days, and Buck wasn’t going to add to that. Not that he wanted to either.

“You’ll be okay,” Buck said again, only louder. And he continued to remind her of that throughout her entire recovery, because it was a cry for help, and Buck wasn't going to ignore it.

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jaeedraszaerysz · 8 months

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JOHNNY, BAM, STEVE-O, CHRIS AND RYAN WITH A NORTHERN ENGLISH S/O

Notes: this might have some more teesside oriented aspects so I apologise and I try to keep it as neutral as possible while still writing decent shit ✨️

Warnings: swearing, injury (obv u fuckin dumbass), sexual references??

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE

Will 100% dress up in a suit and take you to a fancy ass restaurant while working his shittiest English accent

Got confused as fuck when you started using any slang/roadman terms

Defos uses words wrong

Went round calling everyone wanker for a full day

Thought chav was a fucking food at first defos

LOVES HEARING U SPEAK

will listen to u chat for hours

MY DAYS HES OBSESSED

So let's say jackass came to England yea

And u went up north to visit ur mates and stuff yea

Wouldn't understand a fuckin thing u was on about if u were talking to your mates

Thought a parmo was a sex move and was GOBSMACKED

He defos went to a pub with u and the guys and they got the piss ripped of them by a bunch of sweaty geezas in their 50s 😭

Take him to any beach and you will 100% have to restrain him from jumping of the end of a pier into a bunch of rocks

Caught onto u saying innit so much and now says it unironically and the guys have a laugh taking the mick out of him

Poor sod

But he's devoted to you

Defos would make roadman and chav skits w u outside a maccies or a tesco extra

BAM MARGERA

Asking if u know every single British rockstar to ever exist

Was confused when u told him it was almost 5 hours from London to anywhere near ur gaff

Got scrapped by a bunch of year 7s outside a one stop if u took him to England

Takes the mick out of yu in a cute way

Copies ur words

DEFOS TOLD JOHNNY TO PACK IT IN ONCE AND U WERE FUCKING CREASING

Told him u met Janick Gers from iron maiden and had drinks wiv him in the pub one time and he almost diedddd.

You could defos persuade him to dress up in a Adidas traccy and run fru ur local shopping center screaming sweet Caroline and tripping over eachother

you took him to hmv?

Big mistake

He never wants to leave

Defos has all the badges and posters

Spent an hour minimum sat on the floor with you looking at the band t shirts

Would complain constantly about weather but would kiss you in the rain

Got stuck in a shitty kids swing at the park

CHRIS PONTIUS

Lives for your voice

Copies ur every word

If u took him to ur hometown he would cling onto your arm and NOT let go

Called someone a geezer at a local boots and got scrapped

Yano them rando tarzees kids make out of rope and stuff but their always like 50 meters of the ground?

He found one

Jumped off

Flew like a mufucken bird

BEANS ON TOAST

WHAT AN INVENTION

His mind was opened to the 4th dimension that day

Imagine he pulled a party boy stunt in the town center

GOT CALLED A NONCEWING BY A BUNCH OF CHAVS

Wore a tie everywhere u went while u were their

Says oh my days religiously now

Fails a stunt? Oh my days

Trips? Oh my days

Bam pulls a rocky on him? Oh my fucking days

LOVES YOU SM THO

His little English, tea drinking princess

STEVE-O

Steve-o lived in England for alot of his childhood, always on the move so he was a bit more calm than most

BUT CAUSE HE WAS FROM DOWN SOUTH AND YOU UP NORTH THAT DONET STOP HIM

makes fun of northern chavs and compares them

Says the North is like a diff country all together js on account of the people and the weather

Thinks ur footie teams r shite

Defos got kicked up the arse for that one

Meal deals man

His fave thing after you

Esp from tescos

LYNX AFTERSHAVE IS HIS THING OMFS

Understands some British slang but is still confused by majority of ur convoz with people from ur home town

TAKE HIM TO FLAMINGO LAND

INSTANT MAYHEM

Sold gimicky vapes to some year 8s and fucking pissed himself laughing when they realised

RYAN DUNN

Swears at everyone with "posh words"

Wanker, bell-end, twat, muppet, cunt.

Picked up the accent on the words too

Fucking fab tha

GOT APPROACHED BY A PROZZIE

was terrified

Defos asked where her teeth were and got chased off

Thinks corner shops in England r the best thing ever

Manjaros? The takeaway not the mountain?

LOVED IT

DONNER KEBAB ✨️💅

Has been chased by council estate grannies for shoving you into people's gardens

Sat with you at the top of those shitty rope climbing frames in the park and u had a legit romantic moment

SPOILER ALERT! bam got photos of u kissing up there

Yano them random tunnels under the main roads yea?

Went down them wiv u and u ended up in a field with him laying on your chest and looking at the stars

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lynlyndoll · 7 months

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Taste

genre: -slightly- suggestive (the name of the song should be enough to realize what kind of fic this will be.), angsty (there are things that would provoke anger for reader and the pair!)

pairing(s): lee know x fem! reader, hyunjin x fem! reader, felix x fem! reader

appearances and specifications: ok, so we have each one of the guys here!! nothing bad, just please do NOT read this unless you are 18+ tbh... there may be just kissing, but it's in a suggestive way.

an: ok, God.. I had this idea for like.. around 2-3 weeks?! but didn't have the time to write it lmao (nor the guts). Anyway, since i listened to taste 20 times already (i can actually show proof for that) i said, WHY TF NOT?! so here it is!!

lee know - 0.8k wc

A party shouldn't be a big problem to you. You loved good parties. What you didn't consider about this party was that your ex was there as well. Everyone knew you and him used to be the power couple, the ones to set the barriers to sky limits in college. And everyone also knew how the most popular couple in uni broke up. It happened a few weeks ago, you came into the apartment both of you shared, full of stress. The only thing you wanted was to be next to your boyfriend. But when you came into the room, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. What annoyed you the most was that he came back with a wide, drunk smile at 2 am. You were sleeping on the couch, phone attached to your hand in hope that he would at least call. He tried to remain as silent as a drunk man could, but you woke up, staring at him with an annoyed figure on your face.

"Jagi-"

"No, "jagi". Not even a call, Minho? One fucking call?" You yelled at him, letting him look with wide eyes at you. "Where were you, at least...?" You massage your temples.

"At a drink with the guys.." he answered, startled. You weren't surprised. He did this almost every day. You never told him not to go, but sometimes he should consider you. You, his girlfriend, and your needs.

"Minho... I don't... I can't do this." You sighed, murmuring.

"Jagi, what do you mean?" His voice saddened and eyes on the verge of crying. He knew what you meant, but he needed you.

"Minho... you know what I mean." You sighed, getting up. "I can't stay with someone that doesn't consider me as well."

And that's how everything ended between you and him, with tears and misunderstandings. You moved in with your two other friends and everything was fine. At least, that's what you wanted to think. You always thought about Minho, about his scent and about his little jokes. About his cats and his family, which made you feel like you were already in their family. After the break up, everyone thought about both you and Minho, that the relationship was faked, since none of you looked worse then before, but which no one knew was the tears and thoughts both of you had during the night, when everything came back.

Tonight, you see him again. Drunk, with a smile on his face and girls around him, as if nothing wrong happened. You were already at the 4th drink for that night and your judgment was slowly affected. To stop acting like a jealous ex - which you were - you go more into the center of the party to dance.

Tonight he sees you again. Drunk and dancing with a random guy you just met on the dance floor. He tried to take control of his own actions, however, when he saw you and the guy you were dancing with almost kissing, he lost all his temper. He got up, got to you before you kissed the boy and dragged you out of the room, in the dark hallway of the house the party was held in.

"Minho, what the fu-" You yelled at him, interrupted by a kiss. Your eyes widen in shock as he presses your back on the wall. The kiss wasn't soft either, his tongue trying to fight for dominance with yours and you, allowing him. After some seconds that felt like minutes, he broke the kiss slightly, his breath still upon yours.

"Why did you do this, Minho...? We're not-" You try to say, still not looking directly at Minho, the only thing in your sight being his eyes.

"Because I'm addicted to you..." He murmurs in your ear, making your ears red and a crimson shade appearing on your cheeks.

"Minho, you're drunk. Your sober self probably wouldn't even want to do this. Maybe it's just the alcohol in your veins that made you kiss me."

"When I saw you with that guy, Y/N... I want you to just look at me, only me." He says, kissing you, this time softer and slower. You slightly smiled into the kiss.

"Min... I can't kiss someone that I love, without knowing if that someone would really take this seriously." You say after the kiss breaks.

"You either kiss me or hate me, Y/N. I promise to you that I'll never disregard your feelings, but the choice is yours." He says, causing both you and him to feel hundreds of different emotions. Both of you breathed against each other, until you took his head in your palms and smiled at him, locking eyes with his.

"Good. Because I would never want to hate you." You smile and kiss him, pressing him even more on your body.

hyunjin - 0.4k

Between you and hyunjin has always been an attraction. It was never spoken about though, because none of you was supposed to be seen near the other, your families being rivals.

One night, however, after too many shots of soju, he snapped at you, then you snapped at him and everything ended with both of you making out on his couch. In the morning, you were the first to wake up and be concerned of what happened, so you got up and left his apartment as fast as you could. However, with time, this happened more times, eventually wanting more than just sex, so slowly but steadily, Hyunjin and you started dating behind the backs of your families, your friends backing you up whenever it was needed. Tonight, however, you had to stop everything because of your parents.

Your parents found you a match and you had to have an arranged marriage with someone they picked. You knew that if you told the real reason to Hyunjin, he would ask you to leave with him, to forget about this life. You wanted to live and forget with him, but you had duties that had to be fulfilled, and for that purpose your family would never leave you alone. So you told him a lie. A lie that made his heart ache, which made your heart ache. However, he knew you were lying. He knew that your relationship meant everything for each one of you, he knew that arranged marriage happened in the life both you and him lived, so that should've been the motive, but he just didn't understand why you had to live this life.

"Love... " he says, taking your hand in his, his fingers linking with yours. With his other hand, he raises your chin.

"Hyunjin.." You say, your breath on his face, as he locks eyes with you. He leans in, slowly closing his eyes.

One last kiss was all he desired. But after you both narrowed the gap between you and him, he knew that without you, he can't focus on anything else. He knew he's in trouble, your heart full of lies was hurting him, but once you both started, you must be his. He knew he would do anything only to have you by his side. Forever.

felix - 0.5k

It was always the same with Felix, your best friend of 10 years. Stolen kisses in the moonlight, lies that could sweep every girl’s feet and the same sweet, but dangerous tone of voice. You don’t even know how everything happened, how from a perfect friendship, both of you wanted more and that want turned into a need, which slowly turned into a friends with benefits dynamic. No doubt that you wanted him, but you wanted him more than a friend who you fucked for interest, you wanted him as a person who you saw your future with, your partner. Tonight was, as always, the same. You and him, under the sky full of stars, and the silence that always occurred during these times. However, you had enough of his games. He never intended to make a move and if he didn’t, then it was your time to move further and stop this dynamic for good. From tonight, he either would kiss you as a lover, or he would leave you and never come back.

“Felix, I have something to ask you.” You look in his eyes, him already curious.

“Yeah, Y/Nnie?” He says, his sweet deep voice making you shiver again.

“Do I mean anything to you?” You say, your voice slightly shaking.

“Of course, love. You’re my starlight, my best friend, my-”

“Yeah, your best friend.” You look away from him with a frown.

“Y/N, what is it?”

“Oh, nothing, just my mind thinking we could be more than friends.”

“Y/N…” he says, but you cut him off.

“No, Felix. I heard enough and I agree. But I can’t continue with this.” You look at him, eyes focusing on his confused expression.

“Y/N, you don’t understand.” He grabs your wrists, switching his position on top of you. “This is the only thing you don’t get.” He smiles, making you confused.

“What…?”

“Y/N, if you think that I don’t like… No, if I don’t love you, then I’ll make you feel my love, I promise.” He says, leaning in even more, your lips brushing on each other.

“But you said… Now you’re only lying, you’re playing with my feelings.” You say, focusing on his lips, trying to stop your heart beat faster than it ever was.

“I don’t dare lie on this meaningful night, though. It’s my chance to finally make you understand how much I love you.” He says, kissing your lips with an affection and passion that you never felt from anyone, both of your senses shutting down, the only thought being the one of tasting each other as lovers.

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Clean Up On Aisle Heartbreak

Brie's Tale as told by @earthtoharlow

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

Stupid

That's all you could think as you sat on your bed no longer being able to hold back your sobs. You could not believe that the man who made you feel on top of the world, was married with three beautiful children.

Ever since you saw those photos you’ve felt lost. You fell for a man who didn’t even exist. What made you upset the most was that you didn’t know which parts of him were real and which were not, which words were honest and which were blatant lies.

Months ago when Jack told you that he wanted to "take things slow". It should have made alarms go off in your head but It was too late, you were already wrapped up in his charm. You could not help but think about the day the two of you met, wishing you ignored that boyish grin and bright blue eyes.

——————-

You stared at the rows and rows of juice in front of you with both hands on your hips. Penny pinching was the only way you could make ends meet. Sure, working as a nurse at one of the largest hospitals in town came with great benefits, but since this was your first job after graduating nursing school you lacked work experience. Your salary barely covered standard monthly expenses.

You wanted that juice. Which happened to be half off with your coupon but of course the very last bottle was pushed all the way in the back of the fridge. You decided to say "fuck it" and yanked open the refrigerator door, you placed your croc covered foot on the bottom shelf hoping it would give you a bit of a boost. If you could just reach a little further to knock it down....

“Let me help”

The smooth voice sent a delicious shiver down your spine. You would have moved out his way but the gentleman placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned into the fridge with you. You could not have moved if your life depended on it. With barely a stretch, he grabbed the juice and placed it inside your basket with your other groceries.

You were breathless when you looked up at the man in the front of you. You let out a tiny gasp when you noticed how close he still was to you. You took a small step back so you could fully take in the beautiful man in front of you.

“Thank you.” was all you could manage to spit out as you continued to stare at him. He stepped out of the fridge and closed the door before giving you a big smile like he knew the effect he was having on you. "No problem, ma" he said in that deep voice that set a flame burning low in your stomach. You were staring, you almost wanted to touch your mouth to make sure you were not drooling.

This tall and broad man made you remember how long it had been since you had sex. With focusing on graduating nursing school and then packing everything up and moving across the country it had been almost two years. All this man had to do was touch you to awaken the beast.

You just realized again that you were still staring at this man like he was a popsicle on the 4th of July. "Well, thanks again. You tore your eyes away and grabbed your cart before turning to walk away. A man was the last thing you needed in your life right now. You were almost out the aisle before you heard him speak again. "Thank you for your service".

You turned around before giving him a questioning look. He then gestured towards your nurse scrubs. If you were a praying woman you would have dropped to your knees and thanked God that you actually wore a nice form fitting pair of scrubs today. You gave him a bright smile before thanking him."I have never had someone say that to me before, thank you.” You say as you stretch your hand out for him to shake.

“I’m Brianna, by the way, but everyone calls me Brie.” Shaking my outreached hand and without letting go he introduces himself. "I’m Jackman.” He says with a flirty smile."Everyone but my mom calls me Jack.” He joked.

"Are you new in town? I come to this grocery store every week and I have never seen you before" Jack asked curiously while still holding on to your hand. Your face warmed as you looked down at your joined hands before answering."Yeah, I’ve been here for about 2 months now, and decided to be an adult, stop ordering takeout and actually buy groceries".

He threw his head back in laughter. You could listen to that forever."Well Brie, I have been here my whole life so if you ever need a tour guide, I am your guy". If you knew what you knew now. You would have never given him your number.

—————————

You sighed in content as you ran your fingers through Jack’s curls as he slept peacefully next to you. With work and Jack being out of town this was the first time you’ve seen each other in 2 weeks.

As you were just about to fall asleep, you heard his phone vibrating. You tried to ignore it but the phone just would not stop. Reaching out to grab his phone to turn it off you noticed almost a dozen texts from the contact "Wifey" wondering when he was coming home to read the kids bedtime stories.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you opened his messages. The phone almost dropped from your hands as you saw hundreds of texts between Jack and multiple women. You could feel tears start to well up within your eyes, and a lump start to form in your throat containing a choked sob. You put a hand over your mouth to try to muffle your cry. The more you scrolled the worse it seemed to get.

You took a quick glance at Jack to make sure he was still knocked out. Then decided to look through his photos only finding photos of his friends and work related things. You almost wanted to let out a sigh of relief before you noticed the private album. You unlocked it on the first try and your mouth dropped when you saw multiple family photos. Wedding photos included.

Jack was pictured with 3 beautiful kids who looked like a splitting image of him. He couldn’t deny them even if he wanted to.

How could someone be so cruel? How could this man sleep peacefully knowing that he’s hurting so many people?

You hated yourself even more for unknowingly contributing to the pain and suffering his wife and kids were going to experience.

You slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake him up. Your heart felt like it was gonna fall out of your chest. Just breathing the same air as Jack was making you feel queasy.

Just as your hand touched the doorknob, you heard Jack call out for you. You silently cursed under your breath, and quickly wiped the tears from your eyes.

You turned around just as Jack walked into the living room.

“Hey, where you heading off to? Thought you were gonna stay the night?” He questioned as he rubbed the sleep out his eyes.

You took a deep breath, trying to get your emotions together before you replied.

“Yeah, sorry! Um, work called. There’s an emergency at the hospital, so they need all hands on deck.” You needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.

You watched as Jack ran his fingers through his hair and pouted at you. 10 minutes ago you probably would��ve found this adorable, now you were just disgusted.

Jack sighed before walking towards you and pulling you into a hug, you tried not to feel stiff in his arms. These were the arms of a monster.

You closed your eyes as Jack kissed your forehead, then your nose before giving you a long kiss on the lips. You tried to savor this moment knowing that this would never happen again.

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Leaving with Somebody Else (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

A little bit of a theme here with t1975 songs and Graves haha, hope yall enjoy! I opened up my requests tab if anyone wants any Phillip X Reader drabbles :) I'm going to start posting more Phillip bits more frequently so feel free to follow to stay updated! <3

(P.S. This is a separate work from my other fic, check out my masterlist for the Sex-t1975 x Phillip Graves fic, part 2 will be out sometime this week!)

Loosely based on Somebody Else by t1975

gn! mentions of boyfriend, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Tad OOC, ANGST, swearing, alcohol, mentions of hookups, pet names, some NSFW

₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

Arms linked walking into a dive bar, you looked around the room taking in the smell of shitty alcohol, looking at the handsome man standing next to you as you both smiled at each other. Unbeknownst to either of you, a somewhat of a bitter ex sat at the bar watching the encounter.

Phillip Graves threw back his bourbon motioning at the bartender for another one, it was his 3rd already, maybe the 4th, he didn't bother to count. He watched as you dragged your newest “toy” across the bar to a booth, where you both sat on the same side, something he introduced to you.

“Phillip no way in hell are we sitting on the same side of this booth c’mon”, you laughed as you tried to push him out of the seat. Graves looked at you with a smirk, “Darling, you're gonna have to try harder to get me away from you”.

The memory was haunting, it made him sick. He had heard around the barracks you were with someone new, he didn't care to hear the rest though. It was easier for him to erase you from his memory than indulge in the what-ifs.

Phillip and you had called it quits officially a year ago, the following 5 months consisted of late-night hookups trying to convince each other that maybe you could fix it.

“I can't keep doing this at 4am Phil”, you were sorting through your clothes and getting dressed after crawling back to your ex, despite telling yourself that last time was the last time.

“I don’t see the issue doll, I think we work perfectly together, c’mon let’s try it again, we’ll be better”. Despite wanting to believe him, you knew the spark was gone, and the hookups just prevented the inevitable of not seeing each other again. Phillip would never admit that the love had gone cold, it had to be you.

Finally dressed, you walked over to Graves, who was standing by the bed. His hair tousled, with his blue eyes piercing through you. Small tears started to roll down your face as you reached a hand up to cup Phillip’s face, he knew what was coming.

“Thank you”, is all you said as you placed a small kiss on his cheek and headed out his door for the last time.

After that night Phillip always tried to tell himself that you would come back, just like last time. Now back in the bar, he saw you with somebody else, confirming the swirl of rumors he once tried so desperately to ignore.

Phillip knew and had come to accept that there was no love there anymore, and he told himself he had gotten over you but seeing you with somebody else made his heart pound. Thinking about you and your new boyfriend doing the things you and he used to do. The weird ownership he felt over you as if you weren't allowed to be sitting with somebody else.

Sitting in the booth with your new beau, you could feel eyes on you. Glancing up, you saw Phillip Graves sitting casually at the bar with his classic bourbon. He was probably meeting some new girl, you thought to yourself. Graves was always the most attractive man in the room, there was no doubt about that, seeing him again confirmed that.

Your mind wandered, did he move on to? It was a tad hypocritical to feel upset that he may be waiting for somebody else as you were quite literally there with a new guy, the feeling of jealousy still plagued your mind.

“You alright babe?” the voice next to you pulling you back to reality.

“Yeah, a bit lost in thought”, your hand grazing the bicep of the man, “ Mind getting me a drink?”

He smiled and nodded as he stood up kissing your forehead, “I’ll get your usual”.

Graves watched the whole encounter, feeling as if he was transparent, did you see him sitting 5 feet away from you? Did you care? His empty glass clinked on the wooden bartop, this time the bartender was ready with the next one. Phillip’s eyebrows raised as a silent thank you to the man behind the bar.

“Is that any good, I can’t decide what to get,” Graves' head whipped around, was this real? The man you walked in with, now talking to him. He must've not known the history, Graves told himself, no way he would be talking to your ex if he knew otherwise.

“It’s s’alright, gets the job done ya know”, Graves tipped the drink toward the source of his jealousy.

“That's convinced me enough, thanks dude”, the man's hand patted Graves' shoulder as he ordered a bourbon and some drink Graves had not heard of. It hadn’t been that long and Phillip felt as if you were a stranger to him.

Too distracted with your phone to notice the interaction being had with your current and past lovers, only looking up once you heard the glassware of the drink hit the table. “Bourbon? You hate bourbon”, confusingly looking at the stout glass your boyfriend held as he took a small sip. “The guy at the bar recommended it, it's not horrible”

“The guy as in the bartender?”

“No the dude on the stool with the blue button up”, you didn't even have to look over to figure out he was talking about Phillip, was this some tactic to get under your skin? Downing the rest of your drink, you looked up at your boyfriend in front of you.

“Forget the bourbon, let's go home”, at this point you figured Phillip was trying to get your attention, thinking you would run back to him. Tugging at the collar of your boyfriend's shirt you pulled him in for a slow kiss, knowing Graves who was sitting 5 feet away was watching.

Phillip finished his drink with the bartender now signaling him he had been cut off by handing him the tab that had been racked up over the night. His eyes now glued to the pair in the booth with his stomach churning, the kiss made him want to throw up. That was him at one point, and now you're intertwining your soul with somebody else.

Graves' eyes followed you, as your boyfriend led you out of the bar as you happily trailed behind.

You were leaving with somebody else as he sat at the bar with his empty glass and hefty tab.

Phillip forced the down idea of the two of you together as he threw down some cash and picked up his jacket to leave the shitty bar. Skimming through his contacts and finally landing on your name, Graves deleted the contact, and the memory attached to it. It was time to get over it and find somebody else.

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This made me sad writing this omfg

#Spotify #phillip graves #philip graves x reader #phillip graves x reader #cod modern warfare #warren kole #cod mw2

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Songbird || TWENTY-TWO

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.6k

Part Summary: The beginning of the infamous Chicago show and Y/N and Eddie go through a rough patch.

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TRACK TWENTY-TWO;

THE THINGS YOU LOVE YOU LOSE

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On October 4th, 1977

Daisy Jones & The Six performed

To a sold out crowd at Soldier Field

In Chicago, Illinois.

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“Ladies and Gentlemen,” The announcer says, “Daisy Jones and The Six!”

Cheers erupted around the arena as the band made their way onto the stage. Each member of the band’s behaviour was different to normal. Y/N picked up her guitar as Eddie looked at her from across the stage, silently begging her to look at him but she didn’t spare him a single glance.

…

It would be their final performance.

…

The band started with ‘Regret Me’ and Y/N didn’t even fake her emotions. Typically she would move around in her small area on the stage, really get into the music, but she remained still, unmoving. She played on autopilot, she didn’t want to be on the stage at all.

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GRAHAM DUNNE: If you had told me that morning that it would be our last show… I mean, I would’ve laughed.

…

From across the stage, Eddie’s gaze was fixated on Y/N, his left eye surrounded by bruising. He desperately needed Y/N to look at him. For once, Eddie wasn’t focused on performing, he didn’t care about that, he didn’t care about the band or Billy. The only thing he cared about was Y/N.

…

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: [looks down with regret]

WARREN ROJAS: I was just having such a good time, man. I-I didn’t want to see it.

KAREN SIRKO: [tears up]

Y/N L/N: I wanted to walk away from everything.

…

The band finished the song and Y/N remained still, she didn’t take in the applause, she didn’t even look at the audience. All she did was stand and stare at the ground in front of her.

Eddie’s gaze fixated on Y/N once again. As she finally looked up, there was no emotion on her face, there was nothing, it was like she was a shell of the person she was.

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BILLY DUNNE: There’s still a lot you don’t know.

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11:54am

10 Hours Earlier

“I saw your fucking grandma, dude, she was having a great time, all right?” Warren exclaimed.

Eddie took his and Y/N’s room key and Warren took his as the three walked off. Y/N and Warren had continuously heard Eddie complain about what Billy did at the show at Pittsburgh. Knowing how he felt, Y/N could sympathise with him, although it was all he talked about and it was beginning to get on Y/N's nerves, it was as if he forgot she went through the exact same things months ago.

The three walked to their rooms in silence, Warren immediately went into his, leaving Eddie and Y/N alone. With Warren gone, Y/N thought that Eddie would talk but he didn’t, he just opened the room and walked in with Y/N following. Sighing, Y/N sat on the bed. She was slowly regretting her plan to leave the band at the end of the week, she wanted to leave now.

Eddie sat on the sofa in the room as he stared forward, “I still can’t believe he pulled that shit.” He muttered.

Y/N sat up from the bed, “What?”

“That shit that Billy pulled-”

“Right, I’m going to stop you there,” Y/N interrupted, “You need to stop.”

“What?” Eddie questioned.

“All this with Billy,” Y/N says, “Look, I know what he did to you was shitty. I get you don’t like Billy, neither do I. He took your one moment at your hometown show, I get that you are upset about it but you keep replying it in your mind, it’s not going to change anything Eddie.”

“You don’t get it, Y/N.” Eddie remarked.

“I don’t get it?” Y/N questioned, “Eddie I went though the same fucking thing, even though I reminded you of that last night, you still seem to keep fucking forgetting.”

“Y/N-”

“No, Eddie, let me talk,” Y/N says, “He did a shitty thing but talking shit and thinking about it isn’t going to change anything. You have plenty of other opportunities to perform on a huge stage in your hometown for your family,” Y/N paused, taking a breath, “I don’t have that opportunity, Eddie. My mother is dead and I know now that she was proud of me. But I will never get that opportunity to see that, you do,” Y/N sighed, “So please stop sitting there and acting like it’s the end of the world for you because it isn’t.”

Slowly Eddie stands from the sofa and walks over to Y/N and pulls her into a hug, “I’m sorry, Y/N,” He whispered into her hair.

Y/N hugged back but she didn’t melt into the hug like she usually did. They stood there for a while, Eddie holding onto her tight but Y/N wanting to slip away.

***

Present time

On Stage

“How you feeling, Chicago?” Billy says into the microphone, “I’d tell you how I was feeling, but I always end up saying the wrong thing. This is ‘No Words’.”

Y/N wasn’t needed for this song so she watched from the side of the stage. Her arms were folded across her chest. Rod stood next to her, nodding his head slowly along to the music.

“I’m leaving the band.” Y/N says.

Rod’s head snapped in her direction, “What?”

“I’m leaving the band.” Y/N repeated, “At the end of the week.”

Rod chuckled, “You’re pulling my leg.”

Y/N shook her head, “I’m not. Billy can easily play my part. I’m done with the band Rod.”

Before Rod could respond, Y/N walked out onto the stage, taking a seat next to Karen. While watching the performance, Y/N had seen her mood gradually decline the longer she played. She continuously made glances to Graham and Y/N could tell that Karen told Graham what had happened.

Pressing a kiss to Karen’s cheek, Y/N rested her head on her shoulder as Karen continued to play.

“I love you.” Y/N says as Daisy sits on the other side of Karen.

As the song ends, Karen wraps both Y/N and Daisy in a hug as the crowd cheers. None of the trio cared as they blocked it out, both Y/N and Daisy focused on making Karen feel a little better.

***

1:48pm

8 Hours Earlier

Y/N and Eddie lay in the bed, her head resting on his chest as he strokes her hair. Y/N’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the feeling. The two remained silent, neither of them having much to say. However, they both had a lot to say.

Everything that had happened over the past day had made Y/N want to leave the band as soon as possible. She didn’t even want to do the show in the evening, she even thought of an intricate lie to get out of doing it and getting on a plane to god knows where.

Eddie’s hand stilled in Y/N’s hair and she looked up at him, “Why did you stop?”

“I need to tell him.” Eddie says.

“What?”

“Tell Billy that I’m leaving the band.” Eddie says, manoeuvring out from under Y/N.

Y/N sighed, “Is that really necessary, you don’t plan to leave for months.”

“I need to do this, Y/N,” Eddie says, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, “Then I’ll promise I’ll shut up about it.”

Y/N only nodded and watched Eddie leave the room.

Staring up at the ceiling, Y/N sighed before looking at her bag across the room. She slid off the bed and walked over to it. It was filled with her everyday clothes and a couple of other things but there was one important thing at the top. A plane ticket for that night.

Y/N looked at it before putting it back in the envelope. She bought it without the intention to use it, it was completely on impulse. But the more she looked at it, the more tempting it got. Sliding the ticket back into the envelope, Y/N sighed.

The door of the room opened and Y/N diverted her attention. Eddie walks in with a black eye forming.

Rushing over to him, Y/N gently grabbed his face and tilted it towards her, “What happened?”

“What does it look like happened?” Eddie snapped before sighing, “I’m sorry, I just…”

“Eddie, it’s okay.” Y/N says, “Now tell me what happened?”

“He fucking punched me in the face!” Eddie exclaimed.

“All because you said you didn’t want to be in the band?” Y/N questioned.

Eddie opened his mouth to answer but no words came out which caused Y/N to sigh, “What did you say to him, Eddie?”

“I-” Eddie says and he begins avoiding eye contact, “I didn’t say anything to him.”

Y/N scoffs, “You clearly did, if you didn’t say anything to provoke him, why the fuck would be punch you in the face?”

“Y/N I-”

“What did you say, Eddie?” Y/N questioned, lowering her voice.

Sighing Eddie answered, “He told me about not being able to deliver and that I like being slighted, and…”

“And what, Eddie?” Y/N questioned, folding her arms across her chest.

“I said that I was able to deliver,” Eddie paused, “With Camila.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N exclaimed.

Eddie sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that, I meant-”

“So you fucking spoke about Camila to get a one up on Billy, that’s what you fucking did?” Y/N asks, growing angry.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Then tell me what you fucking meant Eddie and it better be a good excuse or God help you.” Y/N says.

Eddie stuttered over his words, unable to get any out.

Y/N shook her head, “Am I not enough for you Eddie, that you have to think about that night with Camila?”

“Y/N, no-”

“All those times when you said you loved me, was that just all bullshit and lies?” Y/N says.

“I swear to you, Y/N that I didn’t mean to say that,” Eddie says frantically, “It was the only thing I could think of to prove a point to Billy.”

“This is all you care about isn’t it?” Y/N says, “Getting one up on Billy? Well that’s childish Eddie, you are twenty-seven years old, start fucking acting like it.”

Eddie tried to reach out to Y/N but she harshly pushed him away, “Don’t fucking touch me, Eddie.”

“Y/N, please let me explain.”

“You’ve done your explaining,” She says, “You’ve proven your point that the only thing that matters to you is getting a one up on Billy and you don’t even care about my feelings at all. The fact that you even thought about that night with Camila says a lot.”

Y/N stepped away from Eddie and began walking towards the door.

“Where are you going, Y/N?” Eddie asked, his voice cracking.

“Away from you.” Y/N says and leaves without another word.

As soon as the door shuts, Eddie lets the tears flow, yelling out.

Y/N heard this on the other side of the door as the tears finally slipped down her cheeks. She turned to face the door before walking away completely.

***

3:28pm

6 Hours Earlier

Y/N finished off her third drink and let out a long sigh. Her first instinct when she felt this was would be to turn to Eddie and he would make her feel better, but since the cause of the problem was Eddie, Y/N didn’t know who to turn to. Knowing that everyone was going through problems of their own, Y/N didn’t want to bother anyone.

There was one person Y/N thought of that she could call and it was someone she hadn’t spoken to in years. Finding a payphone quick, Y/N dialled the number she looked up months ago.

The phone rang and rang and rang but finally there was an answer.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end spoke.

Y/N smiled at the voice, “Miss Reyne?”

There was a pause at the other end, “Y/N L/N?”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, smiling, “It’s me.”

“Remember, I told you to call me Alice.”

Y/N chuckled, “I know, it just feels wrong.”

“Now, I’m not saying that this isn’t a nice surprise, you calling, but may I ask why?” Alice asks.

Y/N paused, “I had no one else to call.”

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

That was the moment when Y/N let everything out. Everything she had been feeling, all her thoughts about leaving, all about her mother and the letter, everything about Eddie. All of it came crashing out like a waterfall.

As Y/N spoke, Alice didn’t interrupt her once, only giving her occasional hums to say to her that she was still listening. Y/N finally felt relief to get everything off her chest.

“Now would you like to tell you what I think?” Alice asked.

“Please…”

“Leave,” Alice says, “Y/N ever since you were a child you would be so excited to perform for everyone but now that you are doing it, it’s doing you more harm than good. The best thing you can do for yourself is to leave.”

“But I don't want to let anyone down.” Y/N says.

“You planned to leave at the end of the week anyway,” Alice says, “What’s the difference in leaving a few days earlier?”

Y/N sighs, “Nothing, they’re just my friends and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“From what you described to me about them, they understand.” Alice says, “And another thing I need to tell you is to do this for yourself, not for anyone else. You’ve been through a lot and you need a chance to find yourself again.”

“But I feel like myself with Eddie.” Y/N says.

“Are you saying that because you mean it or are you trying to convince yourself of it?” Alice questions.

Y/N was quiet as she took in the question.

“There’s your answer, Y/N.” Alice says.

“Well I did at first, but lately-”

“You’ve been feeling different,” Alice says, “Y/N, this doesn’t mean that you’re not in love with him because from what you’ve told me, you are. But you need some time for yourself, figure out who you are.”

Y/N sighs, “I hate that you are right.”

“You always did,” Alice says, “Now I need to get going, but remember, you can call me anytime, okay?”

Y/N nodded, even though she couldn’t see, “Thank you, for listening.”

“I told you I’m here anytime.” Alice says before hanging up.

Y/N continued to hold the phone to her ear for a moment longer. The longer she stayed in the phone booth, the longer she could delay the inevitable. Placing the phone down, Y/N stepped out of the phone booth and walked up to the bar, she ordered a shot taking it with ease, before she walked out of the bar.

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cabinofimagines · 10 months

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cozy party —(Jason Grace xGN!Reader)

A/N: My newborn nephew owns my life rn but I was able to write a blurb(?) for the white boi of the month and since it’s 4th of July it still counts as Jason’s birthday he is THE american boy -Danny

Warnings: Spoilers for the BIg Fish movie and playful death threats (affectionate)

Words: 590

“Alright, yeah man no problem, I’ll see you this friday...” you hear Jason’s voice coming from the hallway as he approaches the living room. “Tell Festus I say hi... see ya!”

He hangs up and you look up as he circles the couch, a content grin on his face. “Leo says hi.”

“Was he upset because you didn’t throw a party this year?” You ask, making room for him to sit.

“Nah, we’ll see him anyway in a few days,” Jason shrugs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “He called to wish me a happy birthday—his moms were singing the birthday song in the background and Georgie was screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs.”

“That’s cute,” you chuckle, snuggling closer to your boyfriend. “So. Scary movie, musical, or action film?”

Jason tilts his head and sighs. This is a big decision. “Let’s watch Big Fish.”

“Big Fish?” You ask with amusement. “The one with Ewan McGregor?”

“Yes,” he smiles, already seizing the remote. “Great movie for a birthday.”

“Because the dad dies in the end?”

Jason laughs, maybe a bit too loudly. He shakes his head in half a grimace. “You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“No, no, I know why you like it!” You continue with the same smirk. “Is it because the dad is also a pathological liar? You relate to that a lot, right?”

The young man snorts. “Again with that... I already told you I’m not lying!”

“And I’m telling you it’s really hard to believe you defeated a Titan when you were what, fifteen?” You lower your voice teasingly. “It’s okay, Jason, it’s just you and me— tell me the truth already, did you made that whole thing up?”

“I was surrounded by other campers!” He laughs in disbelief.

“Well, the mist is a thing, right?”

Jason grabs a cushion and hits your face with it. “Get out. I’m watching this movie alone.”

You push the cushion away laughing, Jason’s eyes are glued to the tv screen but there’s a small grin on his face that he’s trying to hide. You sit up and lean your chin on his shoulder, hoping it looks cute. “Alright I’ll stop. Just because it’s your birthday.”

Jason gives you a sideways glance. “Uh-huh.”

“I mean it.”

“Okay.”

You fight back a grin as you talk, voice trembling with amusement. “You can trust me, just because I’m dating a mythomaniac doesn’t mean I’m one of them!”

Jason tries to attack you with tickles and you squirm out of reach, laughing uncontrollably as you move to the opposite end of the couch. He towers over you and traps you against the armrest.

“Do you think it’s too late for me to break up with you and move to Leo’s place?” He asks humorously.

“A little bit, yeah,” you grin.

Jason wraps his arms around you, letting his body rest on top of yours. He sighs dramatically. “What if I just suffocate you right now?”

“You know, Jason, just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I’ll let your death threats slide.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Uh-huh,” you chuckle. “Shut up and play your movie.”

“Can’t move,” he says holding you tighter. “You do it.”

You struggle to reach the remote but you manage to grab a hold of it in the end, pressing play and laying back with Jason still resting on top of you. One of your hands find its way to his hair and starts running through it lovingly.

“Did you have a good day?”

“It’s not over yet,” he says quietly, leaning into your touch. “But yeah, I did. Thank you.”

“No problem,” you smile down at him, kissing the top of his head. “Love you.”

“Love you more.”

#Danny's writing #jason grace #jason grace x reader #happy birthday jason #pjo fanfic #pjo hoo toa #hoo imagine

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belladonnasmenagerie · 5 months

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Mick Taylor X F!Reader

!18 plus!Minors don’t interact!

Wanted to write Mick recently so I decided to finish this little story lol if you don’t like Mick don’t read. I always feel so self conscious when I write for Mick XD even though I love this man for some reason XD

Synopsis: Pulling over on the side of the road Mick decides to eat you out before fucking the daylights out of you

Warning: f!oral, finger fucking, multiple orgasms, references to uncle by Mick, dirty talk, masturbating, fucking reader till you pass out

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With his hands deep in your hair, gripping at the roots, his fingers roughly pounded into you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. Juices ran down shaking legs as the 4th orgasm slowly approached, an overwhelming sensation making your mind go numb as eyes crossed in pleasure.

Leaning down Mick whispered into your ear

“Gonna be a good slut for uncle mick and cum again, sweetheart?”

You did your best to nod knowing it would be nearly impossible to speak at said moment.

Mick smirked “Good girl.”

Pulling back he finally slid his sopping fingers from your abused and swollen pussy, looking at the juices dripping down to his palm before sticking the fingers in his mouth moaning as he cleaned them off.

Finally letting go of your now messy hair he dropped to his knees, hands grasping your cheeks and squeezing before spreading to show your pulsing pussy.

With another groan mick palmed himself through the front of his pants as he dove in licking up the mess, thumb coming up to circle around your swollen nub.

You let out a long moan feeling his tongue push past your walls flicking up and down inside combining with the overstimulation on your clit.

“F-fuck mick…” you managed to moan out

Mick groaned into your core as the hand palming himself fished out his engorged cock, pre cum leaking down the shaft.

Letting his pre cum be the lube he pumped himself, tongue still deep inside your tight hole.

Digging nails into the palm of your hands you used your upper arms to push back your hips hoping to get more pleasure from Mick. A growl left Micks chest feeling the pressure against his face, tongue getting pushed deeper.

Instantly removing his face the hand moving against your clit slapped your left cheek hard making a yelp leave your throat. Standing up Mick grabbed your hair yanking you up against his chest.

“You just broke the one rule I gave ya darlin.”

You whimpered feeling his hardened cock grind against you, the emptiness in your core setting in.

“Pretty sure I told ya to follow my every word, didn’t I?”

You shook your head followed by an mhm sound, narrowing his eyes mick yanked your hair snapping out a strict order

“Answer me when I’m talkin’ to ya!”

“Yes sir!” You shouted couple tears rolling down your eyes

Mick smirked “Good girl, you do know how to listen.” He placed the other hand of his at your hip “so tell me doll, if you can listen so well why did you disobey me?”

“I-I’m sorry sir, I wasn’t thinking just please.” You begged

“Please what?” He whispered moving the hand on your hip to his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“Fuck me mick I need your cock please!”

With one thrust he slammed himself inside you letting out a curse at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. Dropping your body onto the fords tailgate he gripped your hips tightly, inevitably leaving bruises.

Limp from pleasure you felt him pull out half way only to thrust harshly back in, starting off with an unforgiving pace.

“Fucking shit, you’re tight.” He growled thrusting harshly back and forth the tip grazing your g spot every time

Your mind hazed over at the pleasure, overstimulation taking a back seat to the feeling of pure bliss coursing through you.

Soft moans left your lips as you felt your once lost orgasm coming back to bubble up in your gut.

The slick sounds of your juices echoed through the outback air, sun going down slowly as mick fucked you brutally in the back of his truck. Grunts and groans left micks lips as he pummeled your poor cunt.

“Nice and tight for me, gonna make me cum inside your fucking cunt.”

He threw his head back cursing before leaning down wrapping his arms around your mid section kissing over your shoulder up your neck. Giving shallow sharp thrusts your mouth fell open as your orgasm quickly approached.

“Mick I’m gonna, oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out

Mick moved a hand up to your throat his lips close to your ear as he whispered “You don’t get to cum until I’ve filled this pretty cunt full.”

“What?” You asked baffled

“This is your punishment darlin’ I’m going to fill that nasty cunt of yours nice and good then you can cum.”

You whimpered like a battered down puppy dog, the feeling of your orgasm straining to be released ached in your core. Mick kept his sharp thrusts up going faster and faster every second his hand around your throat clenching harder and harder with each thrust.

Burying his head in your shoulder you could feel your consciousness faze in and out as you barley hear him grunt out.

“Fuck! Imma fill you up babygirl!”

Releasing your throat he slammed his hips harshly against yours slamming himself as deep as he could go, his cum filling up your womb. Gripping you tightly his breathe was heavy and hot against you, after a few beats he stood up.

Taking a few more intakes of breathe mick backed up, pulling his cock out of your spent cunt, He watched as his seed slowly dripped out of you. Grabbing at your waist he flipped you onto your back before pulling you up against his chest. Wiping some of your sweat drenched hair from your face he pulled you to his lips in a steamy slow kiss, tongue tangling with yours, a whimper leaving your throat.

Pulling away he looked down at you “been such a good girl for your uncle mick.” He looked you over “why don’t you touch yourself for me.”

With the permission your hand quickly shot to your clit, the orgasm inside you ready to snap already, you watch mick back up hand on his cock as he pumped the half hard member, watching you move your fingers deftly along your clit.

Moaning out you let praises seep from your lips “thank you! Oh fuck thank you thank you!”

Throwing your head back and letting out a long moan your body quivered as the massive orgasm knocked you back against the truck, your strength no longer able to hold you up.

Letting your body go limp a haze started to overcome you until your vision became black.

Mick chuckled to himself stuffing himself into his pants

“Fucked ya into a coma did I?”

He commented to himself walking over to your unconscious body, picking you up gently he maneuvered you into the passenger seat leaving your torn clothing in the dirt. Climbing into the driver seat he looked once more at your marked worn out body and smirked to himself before starting up the truck.

The jingle of the chains in the back being the only sound going down the road as the Australian sunset on the horizon.

#slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #horror #slasher smut #smut #wolf creek #mick taylor #mick Taylor smut #mick taylorxreader

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doiesfav · 10 months

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˚ପ⊹Love letters - Doyoung ||

Pairing: non idol! Doyoung x fem! Reader

Plot: y/n works in a bakery, but one day she starts to receive love letters which always included the same perfume called “February to April”

Genre: fluff, romance, non idol! AU, fictional, very very very short story

Contains: Cuss words, overthinking

A/n: this is way too short than intentioned LMAO [but one of the next stories is gonna be good and long ;)]

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(y/n’s pov)

The 4th letter

Dear y/n,

This is another letter for you again, these past weeks I realized how deep is my love towards you. Every time I’m near you I can feel my warmth, sweetness, and of course it soon became difficult for me to shut you out of my mind.

After every time we part ways, the wonderful memories always full my heart to not make me desire you even more.

The perfume I always give you are so special that by now you must have realized I create them myself. I just want to let you know that I love you and hope you this time I won’t be a coward and confess my love for you.

From dy.

I read all of it, it was weird, really weird. This is the fourth letter this month I could say that he looked sweet but at the same time I didn’t who it was so I also felt scared.

What if it was an stalker? And if it was someone I knew? But who is “dy”? Overthinking is something I do every time but it always end up the same, no answers.

Without realising I pulled an all nighter thinking about him “What if he shows up tomorrow?”

On my way to work i stared all the people around me, and when I was preparing the shop the first costumer came in.

“Good morning, one red velvet cake please” I recognized him, he was handsome, elegant, and well mannered. If I had a chance with that boy I would totally do.

But while preparing his order I just dazed and stared at him, he was looking around while playing with his finger. Fuck that was hot, until he said “So, did you receive the letter” while winking at me.

My jaws dropped hard and eyes wide opened towards him, I could not believe it, he was the man I dreamed of all this time. How could he fall in love with such an ordinary girl like me.

“Are you fucking crazy” it non intentionally slipped out of my mouth, I stepped back not knowing what to do “what if I get kidnapped by this guy” that thought crossed my mind and self reacted to the situation.

But he just giggled “My actual name is Doyoung, Kim Doyoung” and then grabbed my hand and smelled it “So you have been using my perfume, isn’t that amazing” I couldn’t move my body at all.

“Could you give me a chance? I swear I’m a good guy” My heart wanted it but my brain told me not to do it, it was like devil and angel on my shoulders.

“promise?” I finally gave in, what could go wrong anyway? “Promise” after those words doyoung hugged me as if it was the end of the world, so I hugged him back.

This hug felt eternal in a good way, it was like a puzzle piece, perfect to fit. We were a perfect fitting.

“Wanna go to the park after your shift?” He said sweetly, I nodded my head and got back to work. I saw him smile right after leaving waving at me.

Idk if this is good prob gonna remake it later TT

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footprintsinthesxnd · 2 years

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I meant it when I said for better or worse

Pairings: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x reader

Warnings: mention of miscarriage, infertility, terminal illness, dying

Summary: Pete reminds you that he is there for the long haul.

Massive thanks to @callsign-phoenix for proof reading this for me. Congratulations on 500 followers.

Standing by the window, the world seemed to move by so fast. Everyone was out enjoying the 4th of July weekend. The sun was shining, the smell of cooking meat filled the air and you could hear the occasionally misfiring firework that had been let off. The world seemed so alive and yet you felt trapped, stuck inside while everyone went on without you. 4th July celebrations had always been your favourite but now it just reminded you of what you had lost.

“Honey, come on, you need to rest. The doctors said you need to keep your strength up.” Pete came up beside you and rested a hand gently on your frail shoulder. “Sweetheart, have you eaten anything today?”

“What’s the point!” You snapped at him, “I’m dying, Pete, so what’s the fucking point.”

Pete looked hurt, more from the fact that you were dying than your outburst. He knew you were hurting. After the diagnosis you’d shut down, you shut everyone out, including him. Eventually, you’d let him slowly back into your life and he had been your greatest gift. He took care of your every need from hospital appointments, to assisting you in the shower. Pete was there for the long haul. When you’d started losing your hair, he’d shaved his head so that you were matching. How could you not love this man? The doctors seemed to be positive and thought that your treatment was going well, but some days you just felt like it was over. Those were the days you needed Pete the most.

“Come on love, let's get you something to eat, ok.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and supported you as you made your way back to the sofa. “Rooster and the others are coming round later. We’re still gonna do 4th July, alright love.”

“Thank you, Pete. I’m sorry,” you mumbled, he’d gently helped you sit down before heading out to the kitchen to grab you some food. Rooster had become like the son you never had and he looked at you as his mother after Carole died. Your diagnosis had hit him hard but you all supported each other through it and he would often come to hospital visits with you if Pete had to work.

After eating, you two sat down to watch a movie before the others were due to arrive. You watched a rom-com and although you knew Pete wasn’t a fan, he knew you loved them. The couple in the film had a perfect life. They went on holiday, they did sports together, they loved their job, and they had kids. That was the hardest one, not having children. Yes, you’d loved your job as an aviator and you missed it dearly, but you had always wanted to be a mother. Pete was ecstatic when you’d told him you were pregnant, both of you couldn’t believe you were going to have a little family of your own. But life had other plans and after multiple miscarriages, you’d realised that maybe you weren’t meant to be a mother. It broke you but Pete was there to pick up the pieces. Just like he was when you were diagnosed with cancer. He’d always been there and he never asked for anything in return.

You hadn’t noticed you’d been crying until you spoke, “I’m so sorry, Pete. I’m sorry for everything.”

Pete looked down at you shocked, “what are you sorry for love? Hey, what’s wrong? Are you in pain? Do you want me to get your medication?” His face was riddled with panic and this only made you cry more.

“You don’t deserve this.”

“Oh Angel, it’s you who doesn’t deserve this. You are the kindest, most generous person I have ever met and I am lucky to call you my wife.” This only brought more tears to your eyes and Pete pulled you in close, holding you as your shoulders shook. “We will get through this darling. I meant it when I said for better or for worse. I’m not going anywhere.”

You’d stopped crying by this point and were gripping hold of his white T-shirt.

“I love you, Pete Mitchell.” He smiled brightly at you. “I love you too (y/n) Mitchell.”

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jbucb · 7 months

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BCD: Chapter four; Smooth and sly.

Dbf!Bucky Barnes x reader

Chapter warnings: anxiety attack implied? Age gap, Planes, Playful banter, Slowburn, Pining? A good bit of fluff.

(Bucky is 38 and Reader is 23) Foreword, Chapter five precceds this chapter.

Series masterlist // Main masterlist

"That was very sly of you, Barnes," I quietly tease, all while the flight attendant goes on her safety spewl.

"Mmm, I'm sly and smooth," he chuckles softly. "Now, put your head on my shoulder so you can relax and close your eyes." His tone is slightly joking, but for the most part, I could tell he was serious.

I sigh softly, but I do it anyway. I might act like I don't want to be this close to him, but I'd be lying if I didn't say my inner teenager was screaming.

As I lay my head on his shoulder, he faintly smiles, and the plane begins taxiing onto the runway.

"Take as many deep breaths as you need. I'm right here for you the whole time." His voice holds that soft rumble, not quite like gravel but more like honeyed whiskey.

I hadn't realized my hand had worked its way up to his forearm, slightly gripping out of nervousness.

He looks over "You grabbing onto me? I can't let you go flying away," he says jokingly. It's moments like this that really reveal how much of a dork Bucky Barnes is. Though the scenario is different, it brings me comfort that it truly is the same Bucky Barnes I've come to know over the years. I appreciate that we decided to ease into it, giving us time to be comfortable with each other in a different light. This week was going to be good, and nobody but ourselves would know it was anything but a 4th of July trip to Seattle.

The plane has been in the air for about an hour. The engines are loud, but I've tuned out the sound; it's much like white noise. Sitting with Bucky makes it all better. I look over and see his head leaned back, and his eyes are closed.

"Are you sleeping?" I ask quietly.

"Mhhmhm," he mumbles. He isn't asleep; he's just enjoying your presence. "Are you okay?" He asks, his eyes still closed. He has a soft smile and a look of relaxation on his face. He's at peace right now.

I hum out a yes to his question.

"You really are an old man." I clearly use a teasing tone to show that I'm not truly trying to pick on him. I roll my eyes. "Sorry, um, I can stop talking. Tell me to shut up or something."

"Nah, it's fine. I'm used to it at this point," he mumbles. "I'm not complaining.

"Wow, that was cold." I feigned shock.

He's smirking, though his eyes are still closed. "I can get colder than that," he chuckles, "if I really try..." His tone was joking.

I lean the top of my head over, just resting it against his shoulder. This close to him, I feel safe and protected.

like I'm home; his arm surrounds me like a blanket of gentle warmth; I smile softly and sigh contentedly.

"You tired?" He whispers, and I can tell he's smiling when he says, "You can take a nap if you like," in a slightly teasing tone.

"Yeah," I whisper, "I'm kind of tired." I admit, "Are you comfortable with that?" I lean my head more onto his shoulder. "I'll be good, I promise." My tone is joking.

"I've told you before, and I'll say it as many times as you need to hear." His voice is smooth and soothing, just like honeyed whiskey. "I'm okay with anything as long as you're comfortable and safe," he says softly. "Now, I want you to close your eyes for me and get some sleep," he softly sighs. "It's a long flight, for you at least," he states. He's right, it is a long flight for me; we still have a little over four hours to go.

The plane lands and I can feel the wheels hitting the runway, I'm just waking up, I haven't moved from his shoulder, he's still holding Me and stroking my hair, I can smell his cologne, it's soft, it's subtle, it smells like him "we're here" he whispers.

I feel his hand rub to the top of my arm, and it sends tingles through me

He takes a deep breath "ready to do this?" He whispers.

"Not really..." I say in a quiet voice, "but I'm ready to get this over with." I sigh and sit up

I notice his eyes are staring at me, there's something different about them, his voice is calm and soft, his expression is gentle and caring, he's smiling softly.

"We can wait if you'd like, I have nothing but time right now" he seems a bit concerned by my reaction "what's wrong? How do you feel?"

He looks genuinely concerned "I want this to be special for you, okay?"

"I don't know, okay... I know I'm ready, and I'm ready right now, I'm just... Nervous" I look back at him, he still holds my arm, it sends a chill through my body, "I just don't want this to be... Awkward or whatever" I mumble, "I've been waiting for this my entire life... You're the best guy for it, I know you'll be gentle with me... I know you'd treat me right"

He smiles softly at me, "you don't have to worry about anything, okay?" He rubs a circle with his thumb on my back "we'll go as slow as you need, and if you'd rather stop once we get things started, we can stop when you want to, okay?"

"You're safe with me, I promise you that." He smiles "now, come on, let's get out of this plane." He chuckles and you two walk down the stairs.

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