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#is like.........very fun to read but hard for me to wrap my brain around when writing . so hopefully i figure it out
toji-girl · 26 days
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oh brother | r. sukuna
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synopsis: Sukuna has never wanted to be a brother, but that couldn’t be helped when his twin Yuji was born a few moments after him, and when his dad got remarried to your mom his worst nightmare came true, little did he know just how sweet and sinful you’d be, someone he wants to ruin. Thankfully no one will be around to witness it.
wc: 4.3k
tags: dark content (stepcest) + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + repost & rewrite from a collab and old blog + modern au (no curses) + you’re shorter than him and Megumi + reblogs and comments are appreciated + jealous! Sukuna + he wraps his fingers around your neck but really no choking + unprotected sex + creampie + hard degradation such as whore and slut + public teasing + fingering + praising + he uses two belts for bondage + big bro/little sis used + feminine presenting reader such as wearing skirts and lip gloss + pet names + he won my poll + any missing tag lmk!
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Anger and embarrassment and a small tinge of want bloomed in your chest, flushing warmth through your entire body as you had no choice but to stand in front of your mirror with Sukuna.
Your step-brother who is an asshole of the highest regard, all muscle but lacks the brain in the head that rests between his shoulders, no, that seemed to be between his legs and he couldn’t just let you walk out of the house in a skirt so small. 
He walked around your trembling form, your fingers curled into the fabric of your skirt glaring at him in the mirror.
“My dad put me in charge, ya know the man of the house and what kind of brother would I be if I let you go out in this? If you just wanted a compliment all you have to do is ask.” His voice boarded on teasing and something else that you couldn’t pinpoint. 
Sukuna flicked the bottom hem of your skirt watching it swish giving him a very quick view of your panties, his favorite ones by far, the pink satin felt so good when he used it to jerk himself off, and the thought of you putting them back on after he came on it never failed to make him hard. 
“First of all, I’m twenty-two-” 
You were cut off hearing Sukuna chuckle and shake his head standing behind you again, you could feel the warmth of him roll off and seep into you. “And I’m twenty-three,” he bent down pressing his lips against the shell of your ear, “plus, I’m so much stronger and bigger than you.” 
“What the hell ever, you are not my dad, nor would I even consider you my brother. You’re a fucking pervert.” You spit meeting his gaze in the mirror, he smirked and took a step forward pressing his broad chest to your back and sliding his hand up your body to grasp your cheeks pinching them together knowing you liked that he has power over you like this. 
He ignored your tantrum and your mumbling while walking out of your bedroom chuckling again. “Change your skirt or you won’t be able to go out and have fun with your little friends,” Sukuna called out before heading into his own bedroom. 
You flipped him off knowing he couldn’t see it but it made you feel a bit better as you twirled around in the mirror bending over to see the edge of your panties, with a smirk you grabbed your phone and sat on your bed texting Megumi to come over along with a selfie that you knew would set the tone of why you wanted him over. 
The raven-haired man couldn’t help but get a little hard when your text popped up, the angle gave him a view of down your shirt and your pebbled nipples, the thought of him sucking on the pert buds only made his dick harder making him feel guilt for lusting after his best friends step-sister.
But somehow, it felt so right especially when you opened the door to greet him with open and wide arms with a giggle as you hugged Megumi tightly and pressed your tits against him. “Hi! ‘Gumi! How are you?” You asked letting him inside leading him to the kitchen hand in hand to see Sukuna standing there looking through the fridge. 
Sukuna turned to face you both the moment he honed in on your giggles. His red eyes quickly zoned in on your manicured fingers wrapped around his brother’s friend’s bicep with a sly smile as you looked at your step-brother. “I’m taking Megumi out for some boba and to chill at his apartment for a bit, don’t stay up too late.” 
His eyebrows pinched together in the middle and a frown graced his lips as he shook his head, and bits of pink strands fell from his hair. “Are you serious? You think I’m going to let you go out there dressed like that?” 
“Dressed like what?” You asked innocently batting your eyelashes, you were anything but and Sukuna knew it, and he knew it was a trap you were trying to set, the little game that began two years ago when you two first met is only bound to come to an end sooner or later. 
Sukuna shook his head again and shut the fridge. “I’m going to tag along, it’s not like Megumi asked you on a date or anything.” He said cooly eyeing the other man who stayed silent the entire conversation, he knew better than to get between you both in a conversation like this. 
You wanted to argue and stomp your feet like a petulant child and pout but you knew Sukuna would only find it cute and pat your head like a dog. “Great.” You muttered heading to the front door with Megumi letting Sukuna trail behind you and Megumi keeping an eye on his hand. 
Once you three arrived at the mall Sukuna was sure to stand between you and Megumi earning an elbow in the ribs from you. “Are you serious right now? Go stand on the other side of him.” You hissed annoyed he was trying his hardest to get under your skin. 
Sukuna looked at you raising an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, did you say something?” He asked with a devilish smirk. 
For a brief moment, you thought about stomping on his foot and walking away, but another idea quickly pushed it away, instead, you sidestepped him and slid your hand into Megumi’s tugging him away from Sukuna who stared at the back of your head with a glare. 
He hoped that you could feel it, the blaze of fury that danced in his eyes, dammit he knew that getting jealous of his twin brother’s friend and step-sister holding hands shouldn’t bother him but he’s your big brother and that means he has to protect you no matter the cost even though he hated that title. 
Lava-red eyes followed every movement you made, especially when you clung to Megumi pressing your tits against his arm again and looking up at him with soft eyes that almost watered when he complimented on the new dress you showed him. 
“Sukuna can sit out here and wait, I need help zipping up the back of it.” You told the blonde man once you three entered a clothing store, but little did you know that Sukuna overheard you and shook his head once more, it seemed to be his motion of the day. 
He set his large palm on Megumi’s shoulder and looked at him, a small pout gracing his lips before Sukuna smiled, one that wasn’t tender or warm, but one that spoke of a serious threat. “Actually can you do us a favor and get us some drinks? I’m thirsty from all this walking.” He told the younger man. 
Megumi nodded and glanced over at you with his lips pressed together in a thin line as he headed out of the store, as soon as he was out of sight your step-brother turned to look at you with fire in his eyes as he pointed to the dressing room. 
You looked around for anyone watching before slipping into the small room with Sukuna who followed behind you, his hands coming down on your shoulders as he loomed over you, your chest was pressed against the wall with him molded against you as you gripped your skirt. 
“Are you trying to piss me off?” He asked lowering his head until his lips were pressed against your ear, his chest puffed up with deep ragged breaths trailing his palms to your upper arms hearing you suck in a breath. 
“What do you mean?” You asked and turned your head to look at him, your glossy pink lips shone under the light, and the glitter mixed in made him want to rub it off with his thumb but instead, he chuckled, his red eyes darkening. 
He pushed you more against the wall making sure you felt how hard he was. “Letting Megumi come in here with you so what? He could finger you or something? You’re so filthy.” He sneered with faux disgust. 
His words swirled deep inside you causing every inch of your skin to feel like fire licked at it, the comeback you had ready was shot down, instead, you looked up at him batting your eyelashes, sure people might think you’re a bit of a bimbo but you still knew the game that was at stake. 
“Oh, no, I wasn’t going to let him just finger me, I would suck his cock until he blew his sticky load all over my face and lips then I’d lick it off.” You cooed. 
Sukuna moved one hand to the back of your neck holding you still as the other one slid down your back and into your skirt and panties. “Then you’d be nothing but a nasty whore if you did that, and if you want to be one then get on your knees.” He demanded in a tone that you couldn’t argue with. 
It was a challenge you didn’t want to back down from but still didn’t want him to have all the satisfaction. He watched with a smirk as you kneeled at his feet.  
He sat down on the small chair spreading his long legs, the room was already cramped but with him like this, you truly had nowhere to go, his leg blocked the door. 
You rested the heels of your feet under your ass and palmed his thighs looking at him. He watched you closely, his eyes roamed each inch of you, the gaze lingering on your breasts. 
This was perhaps the most insane thing either of you had ever done before, but you never stopped once as you tugged his shorts down mid-thigh. 
Already there was a wet stain on the front of his boxers, you pulled the hand down letting his cock spring free, the tip leaking. “Mhm, so cute.” You teased and giggled wrapping your manicured nails around the shaft giving it a few pumps of your fist. 
Sukuna felt like he was about to explode the longer you stared at it, your eyes going up and down as you trailed your finger up the seam of his ballsack with a sweet smile, and God those lips of yours, he really wanted to see them wrapped around his dick. 
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he rested his hands on his legs. “Good luck hiding it.” You said as you stood up and smiled, patting his head with a sinister smile now, the good girl performance you play has to be tiring by now Sukuna thought as he watched you with wide eyes. 
You poked your head out and looked both ways before stepping out of the dressing room just in time for Megumi to walk back to the small cluster of changing rooms with three cups in his hand, his eyes roamed over your disheveled shirt but kept quiet especially when Sukuna joined you both. 
The rest of the trip you ignored the daggers Sukuna sent you by cuddling back up to Megumi, even inviting him inside when he pulled his car into the driveway, who was quick to hop out and open your door helping you out.
Before he could follow you into the house Sukuna stopped him, his face twisted with jealousy, the feeling sat like a heavy rock in his stomach, and he knew he shouldn’t be, the relationship between you and him already dipped into taboo and he’s all for pushing the limits. 
“Before you say anything to me about touching your sister, remember she’s only that because your dad married her mom and she is well over the age of twenty, a grown woman who doesn’t need her step-brother to follow her,”  Megumi said matter-of-factly with a titled smile. 
Sukuna stared back at him, his jaw clenched with anger at the pushback his brothers friend was giving him. “A slut like her needs to be well trained before letting her off the leash so I had to go with.” He shot back and rolled his eyes before disappering upstairs for a little alone time. 
This meant he loves to use your panties to jerk himself off, or sometimes he’ll wait until your work before sneaking into your room to lay face first in your pillows, the overly sweet vanilla perfume you use all the time invaded his brain like little bugs festering on it as he humped your bed. 
“Fucking loser.” He mumbled under his breath stopping at your door and leaning in to listen to the hushed whispers exchanged between you and Megumi followed by your annoying giggling, oh how Sukuna wanted to fuck you senseless until you couldn’t even speak a word. 
You squealed and he heard the squeak of your bed, his hand swooped down to the doorhandle gripping it in a tight hold, the flesh on his fingers turning white. He pulled it away and knocked on the door, a lie sitting on the tip of his tongue as he waited for you to open the door. 
“Come in!” You called out sitting up on your elbows to watch it swing open to reveal Sukuna who stood there, his face pinched in anger then he soon relaxed when he saw Megumi standing by your bookshelf fingering the spines of the paperbacks. 
Sukuna glanced at him then you, his eyes drifted down to your thighs, your skirt barely managing to hide anything, even your fishnet stockings couldn’t hide the soft satin of your panties which caused his dick to twitch and he found himself thanking Mother Nature for the warm weather and your short shorts and skirts you always wore. 
“We need to head back to town to help my dad, he just called and said he’s broken down.” 
It was so easy for him to tell the lie because he knew what would happen as soon as Megumi left. “I should head back anyway, I need to do some studying,” He said then looked at you holding a book in his hand, “thank you for inviting me out, I’ll see you Saturday.” 
Silence choked your bedroom once Megumi was gone and the door clicked shut, you or Sukuna didn’t dare to move or even speak until you heard the car door shut, you watched him with bated breath as he walked over to the edge of your bed towering above you. 
He leaned down resting his hands on either side of you, his face only mere inches away from yours, and his eyes blown with lust and desire. “I’m going to make sure you don’t think about another man from now on, all you’re going to want is your big brother.” 
His lips slotted against yours in a hot kiss as he grabbed your nape forcing you to fall on your back, he used his entire weight to pin you down wanting to break you and your bratty behavior. “I think all you need is a good fuck, and you’re not going to get it anywhere else.” He growled against your lips. 
His tongue slid in your mouth after he finished his sentence pressing his whole body against yours leaving not even an inch, you succumbed quickly and slid your hands up his shirt touching him as he was touching you, his free hand was under your shirt cupping your tit over your bra. 
“Does it turn you on knowing that your big brother will take care of your sweet pussy?” He whispered in between nibbling on your bottom lip, it really didn’t take long for you to whine a little seeking his lips on yours again as you nodded wildly, your head thrashing about. 
He pulled away and kneeled between your legs, a smirked tugged his lips up as he looked down at you, with locks of pink hair that framed his handsome face.  
“You turned into such a dumb slut for me with just a bit of kissing.” He mused. Sukuna leaned over you and hooked two fingers in your mouth and pulled on your cheek, his other hand ripped a hole in the crotch of your fishnets to stroke your slick puffy cunt over your panties.
“I hate you!” You whined which was muffled by his fingers still in your mouth as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with a deep chuckle, his cock throbbed at the way you sucked on his digits like it really was his dick, you looked so unashamed that it made him hot and bothered to a point he’s never felt. 
That wasn’t the truth.
You love him more than you should and he fucking knows it.
“You do? Are you sure about that?” He asked, moving your panties to the side. He glided a finger through your pussy lips gathering the pearly essence that accumulated from his teasing and words. 
He brought the digit to his mouth and sucked it. “For someone who hates me so much you sure are wet.”
He thrust two fingers inside of you making your eyes roll into the back of your head. This is the first time in almost two months since you’ve been touched like this, your toes curled as you gripped the sheets gritting your teeth.
“Sukuna!” You cried out in a muffled tone and grabbed his wrist staring at him with lust-blown-pupils. 
“Submit yourself to me. Show me how you beg.” He demanded in a rough tone.
 You ground your hips against his hand and nodded letting yourself slip into submission, as much as you put on a front all you wanted was this; to have your big brother put you in your place. 
“You look so fucking pathetic trying to get more. Is this what you want?” He removed his fingers from your mouth with a sadistic grin. 
“Oh, God, yes! More!” You moaned as he picked up the pace drawing you to your orgasm, but he pulled his fingers out tasting you again.
“Yes, refer to me as your God. Taste how fucking wet you got for me.” He mused running his fingers along your lips.
“Sukuna - wait - we should stop before we cross a line we can’t come back from,” You said feeling some of the fog lift from your mind, but it was way too late now and you knew it but the ‘righteous’ part of you knew it this was wrong, all you needed was a bit of a push. 
“Don’t you think it’s way too late for that, sis?” Sukuna asked, quirking an eyebrow with a huff. 
“We’re related.”
“We’re two consenting adults, right? Unless I’ve mistaken this,” he held up the two fingers that were just knuckle deep inside of you, “for something else? Perhaps you’re just a slut who wants her pussy fucked and filled? And we’re only related through marriage, it might be wrong to some but you still want it, I can feel it.”
You rolled your eyes and glanced at his hand, his fore and middle finger shone under your soft lamp. 
“Man. You’re awfully cocky for someone dripping.” He spread his fingers apart and you could see your arousal strung between the digits.
“What about after?” You asked him wanting to know what’s happening next. 
“Let’s talk about that later.” He pulled you against him, kissing you again. Each stroke of his tongue exploring your mouth made you lose all sense of self-control, when he had you flat on your back again, you didn’t say anything, letting the hidden feelings take over. The consequences of your actions didn’t matter anymore as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He yanked your shirt up and your bra down, exposing your nipples. He drew the left one in his mouth while he pinched the other. He used his knee to grind it against your cunt as your hands fisted his hair and curled your fingers in the soft locks. 
Sukuna wasn’t acting sweet. He grabbed and groped harshly, leaving indents in the soft skin of your waist and hips for tomorrow, a reminder that you’re his. You whined against him when he removed his finger from your nipple down to your clit where he circled it, his mouth went to your other nipple.
“Tell me how much you hate me.” He growled with your nipple between his teeth.
“I hate you-fuck-I hate you so much!” His movement on your clit became faster, building your orgasm up, but once again he stopped right before you could reach it.
He brought his hand up, closing it around your throat. “I want you to cream on my dick. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum it’s going to leak down your legs.” He warned with an evil smirk. 
“Please, I want you to fill me up.” You begged desperately, switching gears just like that at the promise of being fucked. 
He got off the bed and got naked before he walked over to your dresser grabbing two belts before he joined you back on the bed. “What are you doing with those?” You asked taking your panties off quickly, your whole body felt like it was on fire at this point as you watched him.
Sukuna smiled and helped you to the iron four-poster bedframe before he spread your legs pushing on the back of your thighs until they met your ears, you watched while panting as he looped the belt around each ankle and the bedframe keeping your legs wide open and in place.
Before he did anything else he lifted your arms up and slid them through the belt loop tying your ankles and wrists to the frame with a grin. “So you can’t run away, you’ve been so bitchy lately and I think all you need is a good fuck.” He replied getting back on top of you he rubbed the head up and down your slit teasing you.
“Sukuna!” You whined.
With a sadistic smile, he roughly thrust his hips thrusting inside you, bottoming out. “Damn, you are so fucking wet for me.” He grunted.
For a moment he stayed still, lavishing the feeling of you. Pulling out, he snapped his hips forward then stopped before he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under your ass. 
When he thrust back in and at this angle, he hit the sweet spot over and over, which made stars burst behind your eyes which he took note of and continued to fuck you with slow precise snaps of his hips. 
“The best pussy I’ve ever fucked.” He moaned and moved his hand to your throat squeezing it lightly, just enough pressure to add to the pleasure coursing through you with each thrust, the bliss of his cock throbbing against your walls made you feel dizzy in the best way possible. 
“Who do you belong to?” He asked as he leaned in kissing you again, the soft muscle tangling with yours. 
“You! Just you!” You cried out against his lips. 
He thrust back inside you, his thighs slapping against the back of your legs. “Mine.” He thrust again. “Mine.” Again. “Mine.” and again. Sukuna was now a hundred percent sure that he was in love with you, and he didn’t give a fuck about the marriage between the marriage of your parents or what anyone thought because no other woman could possibly hold a torch to you. 
He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you closer to him. You’ve seen Sukuna become primal before when he was mad or trying to fight someone,  but this time was different. The animalistic urge to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight or talk took over him. He wanted to claim you as his entirely.
Drool hung from your mouth. “I’ve fucked you senseless, huh?” Sukuna said laughing deep in his chest followed by a loud moan when you squeezed his cock that pistioned in and out of you, the wet squelching filled your bedroom accompanied by the smell of sex and the bed creaking. 
“Now tell me why I should let you cum?” He asked, slowing his pace to a teasing one making sure to slowly fill up your quivering pussy. 
“I need this. I need you!”
“That’s all you have?” He laughed. 
You growled under your breath wanting to cum. “No other man has made me feel this way, only you can big bro.” You mewled tugging on the belt. 
He didn’t reply instead he fucked you with new vigor at the name, ‘big bro’ and Sukuna knew for sure he was a fucking pervert getting off to you calling him that but again, he was well past the point of caring. “Good girl.” He praised kissing you again. 
Your orgasm finally crashed over you, your pussy fluttering which drew endless moans and incoherent mumbling from you and Sukuna. He snapped his hips forward one last time filling you fully. His orgasm feasted on yours, your walls tightened almost painfully around his cock as he spilled his load into you. 
He sighed in contentment and rested his forehead against yours feeling his cum leak out onto your sheets, Sukuna stayed still for a few minutes before pulling out to see the mess you two created between your thighs. “A sight I will never get tired of looking at, you are such a good little sister. Now say thank you.” He told you patting your head with a smirk. 
Your eyes met with his in an intense stare down, the way he looked at you made your heart and pussy flutter pushing out a glob of cum. “Thank you for fucking me, and I will never forget it.” You replied looking away shyly. 
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hysteria-things · 12 days
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i REALLYYY need a sub matt fic plsss i read the one when he gets hard from seeing her in a bathing suit but can u do one where the triplets are like filming a video and she like like bends down to get something and sees how flustered it makes matt so then she just continues to do stuff like that like stand in front of him and "accidentally" backing up into him yea like stuff like that u know the rest 😁😁😁 (if so could u pls add a little bit of a mommy kink obviously if not that's totally fine)
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PLEASE ME
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!matt x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: while filming a video with the sturniolo triplets, you notice matt acting strange so abruptly. when you realize what it’s about, you want to take advantage of it.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FILTHY, unintentional teasing lol, handjob, p in v, mommy kink, begging kink, praising, a little degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), breeding, ROUGH
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 912
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: these requests are literally all the same LMAO
i’m sorry if the mommy kink isn’t RAGING for some reason typing that out makes me cringe a little😭
EDIT: hi second anon i’m very sorry i forgot to put the tata sucking that’s so my bad💔
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matt couldn’t help but stare. the boys decided to go roller skating for fun and film for wednesday’s vlog. currently, matt’s at the booth you guys picked out to rest while his brothers are still on the floor.
you wanted to rest your feet as well, so for now, you’re in charge of filming the two over the loud music and other people.
he watches as your body is hunched over the wall dividing the rink to the main area, your skirt lifted ever so slightly. you look so attractive to him, his pants tightening as he looks in your direction.
“that’s good for now, thanks y/n!” chris says as he skates by, giving you a thumbs up.
your giggle fills matt’s ears, his hips having a mind of their own. he thrusts softly into the edge of the table, whining lowly.
“are you alright?” you question, now standing in front of his face.
his eyes are wide like he’s scared. you have a look of genuine fear on your face because he’s been acting fine all night until this moment. “holy shit, matt. seriously, are you okay?”
“i-i need to use the bathroom.” he stammers, quickly getting out of his skates and speed-walking to the other side of the building.
“matt, hold on!” you call out, but he ignores you. you stumble to get your skates off, sprinting after the boy.
catching up to him as he’s about to enter the boy’s room, you grab his wrist and turn him around. his eyes are tearing up as if he’s about to start crying or something. “matt, what the hell?”
“it hurts.” he pouts, looking down at the ground.
face visibly confused, you try to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about. “what hurts?”
he slowly removes his jacket from in front of his pants, revealing the raging boner through his jeans. “oh.”
his lip quivers, still avoiding eye contact from the embarrassment. “it hurts so fucking bad.” he whines louder.
honestly, you feel bad for him, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t help… right?
before his brain can comprehend what’s going on, you push him into the restroom and lock the door, laying him down on the ottoman that’s in the center of the spacious room.
biting your lip, you bring your hand down to the inside of his pants, palming him through his underwear. he moans desperately, a wet spot forming from the pre-cum.
he’s so sensitive that he’s twitching already, and that’s your sign to wrap your small hand around his dick, moving up and down.
“what a pretty boy, you are.” you coo, his eyes fluttering back with a positive hum. taking your thumb, you move it on his swollen tip. his poor dick is aching for a release, or even better, to be inside of you.
you feel him tighten, moving your hand faster and faster with each pump. squirming rapidly below you, he sticks his tongue out from the pleasure. “i’m gonna cum!” he moans.
you tut. “ask.”
he mewls, eyes closing shut while panting uncontrollably. “please let me cum, mo—”
you smirk amusingly, knowing damn well what was going to fall past his lips. “who?”
sniffling, he now looks at you with a pleading face. “can i cum, mommy?”
giving permission, he spurts his hot liquid down his shaft, but you don’t stop. you keep pumping, hovering over him and slipping your panties to the side with your free hand. “such a good boy.” you praise.
he loves that.
matt hisses once you start to bounce slowly on his cock, still feeling stimulated from his high. it hurts him, but it feels too good at the same time.
his mouth hangs wide, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you start to gradually get faster.
whines and whimpers echo along the walls. thank goodness the music is so loud outside, otherwise people will be able to hear how pathetic he sounds.
you moan too, but not as loud as he is. his voice mind as well be gone by the end of this.
the way your walls engulf him perfectly rubs him the right way, biting his lip and whining nonstop. you whisper praises into his ear, knowing that it gets him closer.
“mo-mmy.” he says high-pitched. “please let me cum i-inside you. please, mommy.”
the begging has you clench, lips ghosting his. “you’re so pathetic right now, i love it.”
eyes crossing, he spills deep into your cunt you can feel it in your stomach. he shakes his head frantically. “e-enough. it hurts too good!”
“come on, baby.” you kiss him sloppily, hands tangling in his hair and tugging at it in the process. “you don’t want mommy to milk you dry?”
tears start trickling down his cheeks, and cries and sobs of pleasure enter your mouth as he tries to kiss you back.
the previous orgasm still leaks, but another one comes rushing in. he’s cumming so much to the point where you’re full, and the rest smears out of the sides of your pussy.
moaning one final time, you release what you were holding around him.
he twitches at the slightest touch, eyes still crossed from the ecstasy that flowed through his body in the short amount of time.
it’s crazy to think about, but you were best friends at the beginning of the night. now the night ended with you pumped full of his cum.
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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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swampstew · 2 months
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Everyone make sure to say thank you to @quinloki for being the little creative devil and/or angel on my shoulder that whispers naughty thoughts. A big smooch on the head and a homemade double chocolate chip brownie for them for proofing and editing and gassing me up♥
Summary: You weren't supposed to be on this island but sometimes fate decides to throw you a lemon. Here's lemonade. Hope it quenches your thirst. Warnings: spicy content 18+ only; pre-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; dubious consent, bit of knife play but no blood, creampie, cumplay, dom/sub dynamics, kind of reads as Yandere Kid at first because he's an intimidating asshole. WC: 2.3K
Minors DNI.
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story inspired by the above gif from Cowboy Bebop
Bad luck. Dirty, rotten, awful bad luck to have been at this specific port on this specific day. Your intention was to stay until you found a ship heading in the direction you were mapping out – it couldn’t have been more than two days when all hell broke loose.
When they arrived.
Anyone who had half a brain cell in the New World knew exactly who the Kid Pirates were, and the first rule of survival was stay away from them at all costs.
No such luck.
You hauled ass as soon as the rampage started. Being in the middle of the town, you had a head start to run in the opposite direction as the pirates decimated the crowd. You intended to double back towards the dockyard so you could jump on any pitiful rowboat and get the hell outta there, sea kings or ocean monsters be damned.
That proved to be your mistake.
Perhaps you had waited too long to run back to the shipyard, or perhaps it just wasn’t your day. All you knew was that the second you peered around the junk and broken trash that littered the yard, you could immediately feel a deadly presence.
It was overwhelming, like a blanket of death trying to wrap around your figure. You weren’t sure where the feeling of being watched was coming from, you were so sure there wasn’t anybody on the dock aside from dead bodies, and yet a prickly feeling on the back of your neck told you, you’re in danger.
So you ran. Ducking between boxes and broken structures, you tried so hard to run where a small sailing boat sat lopsided off the beach. But before you could make it halfway, you felt the pull of all the metals on your person halt you briefly before you went flying backwards. Your eyes watered from the velocity, your ears deafened by the whistling of the air mixed with wicked laughter.
Your back slammed against the wooden deck of the punk ship. Your belongings were already gone, you heard the stomping of heavy boots making their way towards you as you fought to regain your breath from the impact. You could hear items being dropped as the steps grew nearer, until all you could see and hear was him.
Eustass Fucking Kid.
In his massive hand, he twirled your switchblade as he squatted over you. His golden eyes gleamed with excitement as he drank deep your adrenaline and fear.
“Do you fear death?” he darkly chuckled.
“Y-y-yes,” you whispered.
“Aye, everyone who has the misfortune to run into me usually ends up dead. Didn’t expect such a pretty little thing to dart between the wreckage. Was very sure we slaughtered everyone in the port already. So where did you come from?”
You tried to look anywhere but him and he didn’t like that. With a tsk, he firmly pressed your blade against your cheek, forcing you to look at him again.
“I don’t like asking twice,” he growled.
“I w-was in the town when I he-he-heard that your crew had docked a-and were making their way th-through the island. I-I-I thought I could outrun the r-rampage and steal a b-bo-boat when n-no one was here.”
“You thought wrong,” he sneered at you, eyes scanning up and down your body. “Shitty luck really. I got bored quickly and decided to let the crew have fun while I hung back to enjoy the peace an’ quiet. I wasn’t expecting entertainment to find me,” he snickered.
“I’m—“ you gasped as he dug the blade tip to your cheek, not quite cutting into you, maybe only really slicing the first or second layer of dermis. “I’m not a threat, ju-just please. Do-don’t hurt me. I did-dn’t want to be here in the fffirst place!”
Kid’s eyes narrowed but the sneer didn’t soften, “Who said anything about hurtin’ ya?”
That made your eyebrows shoot into your hairline, “Are you joking?”
“HAAH?!” he came down from the squat to kneel beside you, “Jus’ cause I kill people from time ta’ time don’t mean I don’t know when to separate business from pleasure,” his leer was gone, in its place a smirk that didn’t make you feel any safer. “What? Don’t think a big asshole like me knows how to fuck a lady all proper like?”
“Wh—at is h-happening?”
Kid’s smirk got wider, “I ain’t gonna kill ya because I’d rather fuck ya. Sound like a preferrable option?”
“I have a ch-choice?”
“Yeah! Inside or outside the ship?”
You choked out the sob that tried to escape your throat, letting out a low whimper instead.
“Awww don’t do that. I haven’t even done anything yet. I promise ya’ you’ll be moaning in a good way if you play nice.”
Defeated, you close your eyes and lay your head back with a nod, praying for it to be over quickly and not end painfully.
“Nooooooo I want you to want it,” Kid’s tone was taunting but with a softer edge. “It’s no fun if you’re not into it. I don’t want you to be scared of me. I want you to beg for me when you realize you can’t get enough of me.”
Your face flushed with color, brain muddled with confusing feelings. Through your thoughts your eyes wandered over his bare body. His sculpted physique was barely covered by his feathered coat and loose hanging pants. The cloth belt didn’t hide the dark red happy trail that slipped along his lower abs.
His dry chuckle brought you back, “Like what you see?”
You nodded truthfully.
“Good, I like your honesty,” he praised you, lowering the blade and brushing his knuckles softly against your skin. His hand moved down your body, not quite touching you, until you felt the blade tip against your soft torso, just below your top. With deliberately slow motions, Kid brought the blade through the top and your bra. Ruined fabric fell to the sides as your breasts spilled out, Kid licked his lips before pulling back entirely.
“I like yer tits too,” he grinned with a wink before tossing the blade off to the side, quite far from where you had any hopes of reaching it.
He pulled his belts off first, then his boots, lastly sweeping the massive coat from off his shoulders and to the floor. With fluid motions he moved your body to lay over the coat and the warmth had a calming effect on you almost immediately. His musky scent clung to the air: oil, metal, iron, aftershave – you felt lightheaded as the smell overwhelmed you, lulling you into a sense of comfort.
Kid knelt over your body once more, arms and legs caging you in between his body, leaning close until he pressed his growing erection against your hip. You let out a slight jolt from the heaviness of it as he pressed his searing hot chest against your exposed breasts, flattened beneath him as he pinned you to the deck. Slowly pressing the air out of you as you started lightly gasping.
“How about it? Wanna…fuck around? I’ll make it good for ya.”
You felt yourself nodding rapidly, bewitched by his domineering presence. He rose slightly and reached his arm between your bodies to unfasten your shorts, pushing them down and off before he unzipped his own pants. His hand stayed as he teased himself first before lifting his glistening fingers to your lips. Precum.
Without wasting a second, your tongue darted out to lick his essence.
“That’s a good pet.”
His crimson lips smashed into yours, his hands palmed and squeezed your breasts, his knees barely holding the bulk of his weight as he began lightly grinding on you. You let out a gaspy moan only to be taken by his tongue as it greedily shoved its way inside your mouth. Little grunts and whimpers spilled from your lips as Kid’s fingers danced along your body, creeping lower and lower until they crept over the waistband of your panties.
When you made no signs of distress, his hand slid over your covered mound and his painted fingers pushed against your soaked core, feeling the sheer volume of slick spilling from you. Rubbing it slowly, his fingers finally gave you relief as he pushed the pantie roughly to the side and ran up and down your slit, spreading your wetness to make a mess.
“Heh, knew you’d like me,” Kid kissed you as he slipped one, then two fingers inside of you. Reaching deep inside you to find your sweet spot. He let out a pleased hiss as your pussy clenched around his fingers as he explored you, his thumb reaching around to press down on your clit and rub circles over it. Your whimpering became higher pitched as your body threatened to succumb to the carnal pleasure he was rushing into you.
You creamed on his hand as he teased out your first orgasm, pumping his fingers as you rode the wave and stilled them when you came down.
“Did ya like that?” he asked you, and it was the first time you didn’t hear malice or mockery in his voice. You panted out a yes, surprised yourself with your answer. “Gotta do that a few times so you can take my cock.”
Fully naked, your body was covered in sweat and your own slick, and Kid still hadn’t taken his pants off. Your legs were quivering as he withdrew his head from between your thighs, panties long discarded and missing in action.
“I think you’re ready. You taste like sweet desperation.”
You nodded dumbly as you watched him stand and drop his pants and underwear, slightly stumbling as he kneeled over you. You watched his cock dangle from his position, the engorged head dripping with precum and throbbing for you.
Kissing and sucking your breasts before trailing to your jaw, he whispered below your ear, “Anything you wanna say t’me?”
You hummed in lightheaded confusion, trying to contemplate his question through the haze of bliss.
The feeling of his tip pressing against your pelvis jolted you back to the moment as it slowly dragged over you, grazing against you slick covered clit. You could swear your clit vibrated in yearning as your hips tilted for more friction. He moved fluidly enough to not give you what you want while still teasing you and leaving a trail of precum on your skin.
Clarity struck you, “P-please Kid. I want you so bad. I want your cock in me so fucking much! Yo-you can’t stop now!”
Kid chuckled, “You sure?”
“Yes! FUCK please I’ll do anything! Just split me open!!” you cry out, flustered and embarrassed.
The puffy head slipped past your needy hole and you let him slide in with little resistance. Mouth opened in pleasure but no sound coming out as you felt the thick, veiny dick pushing into you – realizing just then but not really caring that he wasn’t wearing a condom.
He let out a hum that turned into a growl as he pushed in until he was completely sheathed in your warmth. Rocking into you a few times as pleased cries tumbled from your mouth, he finally spoke.
“Anything huh? I’ll need to think about that…”
You felt him pull out until the head of his cock was just slipping out before he slammed back into you, “Anything is so broad, what am I looking for?” he spoke to himself, you being so cockdrunk you were more like a sleeve, unable to conjure an answer even if you tried.
As you came violently against his cock, he stopped his movements to say, “I know, I want to keep you. What say you?” and began grinding into you as your body spasmed from the overstimulation.
You were in too deep, unsure if you truly had a choice in the matter since the moment your back hit the floor. Still on the floor as the menace above you rocked your world repeatedly as if to point out what you’d be missing if you said no. Choice or no choice, your body answered for you as the overstimulation he drove into you forced another blissful orgasm from you.
“YYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!” you sobbed from the pleasure and pain, your fear overtaken by lust induced mania. Your hips slammed against his as you came, wrapping your ankles around his hips to keep him inside you so you could drown in the constant high. “YES I WANT THIS I WANT YOU I NEED YOU!!!!!” your voice went hoarse.
Kid let out a moan as he threw his head back, “Fuck yes, I’m glad you see it my way,” he rocked his hips fiercely against yours, grabbing your ass with bruising force as he fucked you. The sound of squelching should have been embarrassing but you were too blissed out to notice or care, on the cusp of another orgasm as he was grinding his cock against your g-spot.
“I’ll treat you good, pet,” he promised, holding you down and rutting into you before letting out his own cry. You cried out with him as you saw white flood over you and static buzzing overtake your senses. Your body shaking as he came in you and you came on him. Then you could feel warmth spreading through you, coming from where you were connected. Kid panted as he pressed his forehead into yours as he finally stilled his hips. He slowly kissed your face and lips as he pulled himself out of you.
“Just gotta make it official,” he gave you a tired but mischievous smirk.
You were too exhausted to react, hardly flinching as you felt his calloused fingers playing with the cum that was leaking out of you. He brought his dripping fingers to your pelvis and drew a ‘K.’ He repeated the motion to draw ‘K’s on your breasts, hips, cheeks, all over your body. You could feel the cum harden on your skin as it dried out while he worked.
“There. You’re mine now. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
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princessmaybank · 2 months
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Crazy JJ Sex Dream PT2
Pairings: Gentle!Dom!JJ x Fem!Reader
Warnings: MDNI, Blindfold, teasing, oral (Fem receiving), unprotected p in v, nicknames, creampie, slight Choking, hair pulling, ass slap, etc.
Summary: JJ asks Y/N to tell him about her dream and wants to play a game.
Authors Note: Sorry this took so long, I wanted to make it good for you all!
If you haven't read PT1:
Crazy JJ Sex Dream PT1
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"So what's this game, Maybank?" I asked, honestly kinda flustered. This man was so hot and he was on his knees in front of me. Obviously my head was racing with thoughts of everything he could possibly do in that position.
"So you are gonna tell me this dream, but you have to keep your eyes closed for me. At all times. Can you do that for me doll?" He said looking very serious, I only nodded. "Lay on the bed." Obviously I complied. "Alright, here's something to make sure you don't open your eyes. Okay relax and tell me about your dream." He said while he tied a bandana around my eyes.
JJ's POV
Fuck. I'm already hard and she's not even naked yet. I could see that she didn't understand where this was going, but to any dirty minded outsider, it was pretty obvious. "You can start whenever baby, just be very detailed and don't leave anything out. Go very slowly, take your time to think. We aren't in any hurry." I smirked but she had no idea.
"Uhm okay, I'm not sure where to start..this is a little awkward JJ.." I could tell she was nervous. "Don't be scared baby, I am not going to judge you. Pretend like you aren't saying it to me. Pretend you are telling someone else." I rubbed her thigh in a comforting way which made her jump at first. When I didn't remove my hand and began rubbing the inside of her thigh, I noticed that her breath hitched.
"Whenever you're ready." I never stop moving my hand.
"So, we were at the annual back to school bonfire, all the pogues were there and we were all having fun. You and I were dancing and drinking together all night, just enjoying ourselves." She paused to think. "Then it got later into the night and I told you I was cold, so you gave me your jacket to keep me warm." I wasn't wearing a jacket right now, even if I was, it would be a weird thing to start off with. I decided I'd lay next to her with my arms wrapped around her, trying to keep her warm. This clearly fogged her brain for a minute but she started back up with no questions. "Then-" her breath hitched again, I must have some power over her that I never noticed before. "Then what baby?" I asked while caressing her arm. "Then we started to kiss...a lot" I wanted to kiss her, so badly, but I didn't want to pause her story. One little kiss won't hurt. I threw my leg over her hips and hovered her, lowering my face so our lips could meet. She jumped a little but didn't pull away. She enjoyed it as much as I did.
When I pulled away she continued. "You whispered in my ear and asked if I wanted to go back to the chateau with you. When we got back you took me to the guest bedroom and laid me on the bed." She explained. How convenient, we were in the guest bedroom.
"You started to kiss and suck on the sweet spots on my neck." So I did just that. I heard a small whimper escape from her lips. I removed my lips from her neck for a moment "keep going baby, I'm listening." I could tell she also liked that, her hips twitched upwards a little from my comment. "Uhm- at that p-point, you started to take my shorts off." I smirked against her neck. "anything else princess?" I asked, reaching down with one hand unbuttoning and unzipping her pants after reattaching my lips to her sweet spot, sucking until I knew there would be a mark. "Also- m-my pantiesss.." She slurred out. I was making this beautiful girl feel so good.
I did as she said, leaving her bottom half exposed, waiting for my next cue. "You took off my top next, and stood there for a few moments to admire me." She stated, trying to sound more comfortable and confident. Once again I did as she said. Damn this woman was amazing. Breathtaking. Gorgeous. Outstanding. She was just sitting in front of me, exposed and helpless. "Your lips traveled all over my body, you placed small kisses that tickled wherever you wanted to place them." My lips made their way to her pretty titties, placing kisses all over them. I knew she didn't say anything about licking or sucking, but I couldn't control myself. My tongue ran circles around her nipples, tickling, nipping, and sucking when I got the chance. I started kissing down her stomach, heading to the place my lips want to rest most.
"Th-the-then you gave me a heavy and sloppy kiss." Of course I did, why wouldn't I cockblock myself in her dream? My hand found the bulge in my pants and I lightly palmed at myself. I crawled up to give her the kiss that she had described and it caused her to moan. "After that y-you-" She was clamming up. "Tell me baby, no need to be embarrassed, I'm here to make you feel good." I said as I rubbed my hands up and down her hips. "y-you- traveled down and placed your head between my legs." I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it, so I sat there, with my head between her legs, staring at her beautiful plump pussy. My hand found my bulge again. She wiggled her hips in my face, you could tell she needed it. I blew on her pussy teasing her even more, she made a sound that clearly said she was annoyed.
"Please Jayj-" She whined. Fuuuck. That turned me on so bad. "Say it pretty girl, what do you need me to do to you?" Her mouth fell open with a moan.
If I would let her take that blindfold off, she would have done it by now. I sat and continued looking back and forth between that beautiful face and her delicate little flower. "You-u ate me out." She sounded slightly embarrassed. She had nothing to worry about. I was going to take good care of her.
I dipped my head between her thighs and began to tease her. I kissed all around but I wouldn't touch any of her sensitive spots. She was going crazy for me, I could tell she just wanted my tongue already.
My tongue met her sensitive bud and flicked back and forth until I felt her back arch. She still had to tell the rest of the story. I was polite enough to remove my mouth from her delicious little pussy so she could continue telling me about her dream. "Tell me more baby, what else was happening?" I asked in a caring tone. This had to be the best day of my life.
"Uh-uhm from what I-I remember, you flipped me into doggystyle-" Before she finished her sentence I wanted to make sure she was ready for me. She was so easy to toss around. Fuck me. I wrapped my arms around her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. She sunk down to her stomach so her ass was in the air. I would be lying if I wasn't thinking about just skipping the rest of this shit to go to town on her, but luckily my horny ass, got what I wanted. "Then you just fucked me the rest of the time." My eyes lit up after she said that. I took my pants and underwear off then lined myself up with her entrance, but something was wrong.
I've been waiting so long for this but I wanted to do it right. "Are you sure you wanna do this Y/N? I don't want to make you do anything you'll regret. I know I should have asked earlier and I'm sor-" "Shut up and fuck me JJ!!!"
Damn that was enough for me. I slipped my dick inside of her, thankfully she was soaked from all this teasing. She whimpered from the sudden pleasure which caused me to tilt my head back and moan. I moved my hips back and forth slightly, causing a little bit of friction but it felt so good. I quickened my pace.
"Fuck you've been such a good girl for me. Telling me all the dirty things you dream of me doing to you. Now you're taking my cock like a good little slut." My hands grabbed onto her ass tightly, it helped me pull her back to meet me with more force. She was feeling good I could tell, she couldn't even respond. My hand left her ass cheek to grab her hair in a makeshift ponytail. I pulled it forcing her to sit up, her back was now against my chest. My other hand found her neck giving it slight pressure. I tilted her head to the side and nipped at her neck. "Who's my good little slut? Who's taking my huge fucking cock?" I ask panting in her ear. "Meee.." She whined out barely above a whisper. "Who's your daddy?" I started fucking her harder. "You are JJ." "Good girl."
I threw her back into doggystyle and continued pounding into her. I gave her ass a good slap which caused a lovely sound to escape her lips. "F-f-fuck JJ I'm almost the-there." "Me too princess, just a little longer."
I flipped her into missionary, I wanted to see the beautiful face she makes when she releases. I reached down and caressed her cheek, after removing her blindfold, never stopping my pace. "Look at me pretty girl. I wanna see those pretty eyes roll back into your head." I was gentle with her now. We had our fun but she means so much to me. I don't want this to be a one time thing, and I want it to be more than this.
"JJ I can't hold it back anymore!" She squirmed and moaned. I plowed into her a few more times to get to my high faster. "Fuck I'm almost there." Just a second longer. "Cum in me JJ.." Oh fuck.
"Okay let go baby.." We both came at the same time. I moved my dick back and forth slowly in her pussy to ease us through our highs.
I slipped my dick out of her and looked at all of my cum leaking out of her, well and her own, but damn, it was hot, I was almost hard again.
I took care of her, I wiped up our mess and got into bed with her. We cuddled for a little while, almost falling asleep. "I loved that dream babygirl, thank you for letting me experience that with you." I kissed her temple. When she didn't respond I looked down and saw that she was sleeping. I held her closer and fell asleep with her. I don't see what was so 'crazy' about that 'sex dream'. Seemed pretty awesome to me.
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bloatedandalone04 · 2 months
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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 0.9
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Series Masterlist | Original Fic
➪in which anakin makes the mistake of not listening to his manager’s words and breaks his promise to both himself and to you, while you finally reach your breaking point with everything.
PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.
WC; 4.2k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡
“Dance with me,” Liz whined as she tried to pull Aankin away from the bar he was leaning against. When he just shook his head, she rolled her eyes and held up her empty drink, signaling to the bartender for another. “Don’t be so boring, Anakin, we’re here to have fun.”
Anakin huffed and pushed his own drink aside. He was really getting sick of going out with Liz every night, but he felt like he didn’t have much of a choice as she threatened to go without him and insinuated that she was planning to drink hard and do drugs and he knew that if something were to happen to her, he would feel awful and partly responsible. 
“This isn’t very fun to me anymore, Liz,” he mumbled as she finished his drink, making him roll his eyes as he pulled out his wallet and paid for the two drinks he ordered. 
“Oh, come on, rockstar,” she scoffed. “You’re young, you’re hot, this is what you’re supposed to do. Let go of all the worries and stress and just live in the moment. What’s holding you back?”
“The fear of disappointing my manager and friends more than I already have,” he answered and she rolled her eyes again as she grabbed her new drink. 
“The guys are busy with their own lives,” she brushed off his words and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, covering up your writing as she did so. “And as for your manager, she’s too stuck up her own ass to be worried about what you’re doing.”
That was a lie if he ever heard once since Helena just rightfully called him out on his bullshit a few days ago, but he was too exhausted to argue with the drunk photographer. “Don’t talk about her like that,” he still defended her as he tugged his wrist free, pulling out his phone afterwards and checking the time. 
1:03 AM.
God, what is he doing here?
“So defensive,” she teased and took multiple sips of the drink as if that wasn’t the fifth one she’s had during the two hours they’ve been here. “I’m just joking, relax, Ani.”
The name sobers him up pretty quickly, even though he wasn’t even tipsy to begin with. “Don’t call me that,” he says sternly, making Liz’s smile drop as she stares up at him. “Do not call me that, okay?”
You were the only person that was allowed to call him that. You always have been and you always will be. 
He hated that nickname for years until he met you and then fell in love with the way it sounded coming from you. You didn’t tease him about it, weren’t at all condescending or poking fun at him whenever you said it. It was simply the nickname you had given him, and you were the only person he liked hearing say it. 
Even Vinny knew better than to call him Ani, and that’s saying something. 
Liz’s stare turned into a hard glare as she stood up from the stool beside his. “Okay,” she said in a monotone voice. “You know, maybe you should go back to the bus if you’re going to be miserable all night. You’re ruining the fun, Anakin.”
He looked up at her for a few seconds before huffing and standing as well. “Fine,” he said back. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
As he made his way to the exit, his brain tried to go back to the first night he went to a bar and when exactly it became a habit. A bad habit that would probably end with him having severely bad health problems if he were to continue down this path. 
Helena was right, he had been spending too much time getting drunk at all these unfamiliar bars and clubs and he definitely has been spending way too much time with Liz, who was clearly a bad influence on him. 
Really, what business did he have getting drunk with the twenty seven year old tour photographer when he was barely twenty two?
His head was killing him from all the loud rap music he’s listened to at all the bars, and even more from the live music he was performing multiple nights a week on different stages. 
His sleep schedule was non-existent and the circles under his eyes were getting more prominent by the day. He had lost at least fifteen pounds since he would rather drink than eat after every show. 
He was becoming the stereotypical rockstar, and that was something he never wanted to do. 
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It was Tuesday now and Evan was still being cold towards you.
While you weren’t sure what you did wrong, you still wanted to make up for it somehow. But, as Kenneth was going over this week’s assignment, he held up the papers you submitted to him last week and stood from his chair. “Like the following assignment, this week’s is about something personal. I want to read about your proudest moments, your most embarrassing moments, a moment you felt lost, and I want to read about it in vivid detail. I want to feel like I’m experiencing it right along with you,” he looked over at you and you felt a sense of dread fill your body. “Miss Y/l/n did  a great job on the previous task. You should be looking out for this one.” 
He nodded at you, and Evan, who was sitting silently beside you, stood up with a huff and left the room as soon as Kenneth excused the class. A few other students gave you smiles and pats as they walked by and left as well, and you bit down on your lip as you debated on whether or not you were going to go through with calling out your instructor for supposedly favoring you. 
Evan said he has a soft spot for you, and you could see why he would think that since the praises you have been getting have been pretty excessive in comparison to the other people in the class, but you didn’t feel any more special than the rest of the students around you. 
Clearing your throat, you put your books and laptop in your bag before standing up and walking over to his desk. “Kenneth, can I talk to you for a second?” You ask, feeling a hell of a lot less confident than you sounded. 
“Of course, Miss Y/l/n,” he said back, pausing his task of cleaning up his desk to give you his full attention. He was so nice, you wanted nothing more than to turn around and walk away before you possibly messed things up with him, but you stood your ground. “What’s up?”
You swallow harshly and shift uncomfortably as you try to think of what to say. “I….appreciate all of the boosts of confidence, but I think….I think it’s happening a bit too often,” you start and watch as Kenneth’s brows raise. Before you could go back on your words, you quickly add, “I don’t know why you seem to favor me over the rest of the class, but I think you’re being a bit unfair when you should be treating us equally. I’m no better than anyone else here, and I think you know that, so I’m not sure why you’re so…sure that I’m doing so great when everyone is doing just as well as I am. It’s a bit unprofessional.”
You shut up after that and hold back your urge to run out of the room and never look back. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears and you were a bit out of breath as you grip the strap of your bag tightly. 
Kenneth’s brows drop and his face relaxes as an unreadable expression takes over his features. “Is that so?” He asked lowly and you felt sick. More dread fills your body as you try to think of something to say that would lighten the mood, but you feared you had already pushed it way past the point of no return. 
Evan convinced you that Kenneth was being unfair with you, so you felt obligated to call him out on it instead of ignoring - something you were deeply regretting as he leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat. 
“That piece you did on your boyfriend, Anakin, was it? The rockstar?” He asked as he reached for a framed picture on his desk. He turned the picture around so you could clearly see it, and it was of a woman who looked to be on a stage, a guitar in her hands and a microphone in front of her. “This is my wife.” He informed you and you felt your heart drop a bit. 
“Your….” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he nodded and set the picture down, his wife still in perfect view as he turned back to face you. Why had you never noticed that?  
“Yes, my wife. She’s going into her fourth month of touring in a few days, and when I read your piece about your boyfriend, I related to it more than I have related to anything in quite some time,” he said and you felt your face heat up even more. “I know how tough it is to be with someone who is constantly in the spotlight, and who sometimes steals that spotlight from you, even if unintentionally. My wife, Marissa, she’s amazing; one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, but she’s got this whole separate life from me. I often feel disconnected from her, despite us being married for nearly fifteen years.”
You were left a bit speechless as you stared down at the picture. A feeling of nausea washed over you and you bring a hand up and place it over your stomach as you hold back a noise of pure embarrassment. “I….oh,”
Kenneth gives you a forced smile as he moves the picture from your view completely. “Yeah, oh,” he mumbled. “I felt for you, Miss Y/l/n. I didn’t pity you or favor you, I just knew what you were going through since I have gone through it more than once, too, and wanted to assure you that you are just as talented as your boyfriend supposedly is - like how I wish someone assured me all those years ago. I didn’t want you to think you were always coming in second when compared to your partner.” 
You wanted to cry as he stood up and grabbed his jacket. How the fuck did you read that so wrong? 
“Maybe I was being unfair to the rest of my students, and if that’s the case then I will do better,” he stated as he packed up his bag. “But I never meant for you to think that I’m favoring you or that you’re the best in the class. You’re an amazing writer, Miss Y/l/n, and I think you will do amazing things in your future, but I will gladly keep my thoughts to myself if that’s the way they come across.”
You stare down at the floor as you fight off tears. “I’m so sorry, I just, I thought-” you cut yourself off as you hold back a sob. “I’m so embarrassed.”
Kenneth sighed as he placed his bag onto his shoulder. “Well, maybe you can use this feeling of embarrassment for this week’s assignment,” he offered and walked around you, leaving you to follow after him as he made his way to the door. “Have a good night, Miss Y/l/n.” 
He locked the classroom door then took off down the hall. You cover your mouth as you pretty much sprint in the opposite direction, pushing open the exit doors before grabbing your phone and calling Anakin. 
It rang for a few beats and you were about to hang up and call him again when it finally connected. “Hey, baby,” he greeted in a tired tone and your heart ached even more. 
“Ani,” you cried, walking across campus as quickly as you could since you didn’t want anyone to see you like this. “I messed up, Ani. I fucked up. Oh, my God, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Slow down, Y/n,” he said in a much more alert voice. “What’s wrong, pretty girl? Why are you crying?”
You felt like crying harder at the fact that this was the most concerned he’s sounded about you in weeks. “I fucked up,” you barely manage to get out.
“Fucked up what?”
“Everything,” you cry as you fumble around in your bag for your keys. “Evan still won’t talk to me, and I accused Kenneth of favoring me after class today when he wasn’t trying to do that at all, and I- I’m so embarrassed, Anakin. I feel so terrible.”
Anakin sighed and the sound made you let out a quiet sob. “Baby….I’m sure you didn’t fuck things up, princess. Just give it a day or two-”
“No, Ani, I completely messed things up,” you cut him off as you struggled to unlock your dorm’s door. “I accused him of something he wasn’t even doing when he was just trying to show that I don’t come in second when it comes to you and how-”
“What is that supposed to mean?” He cuts you off this time and you pause your attempts on the door. 
“What?” 
Anakin was quiet for a few seconds before he asked, “What does that mean? You coming in second to me?”
You try to control your breathing and focus your attention on the door again. “Nothing, it means nothing, Anakin. He was just trying to make sure I know that you and I are equal and that we’re both-”
“What, and you didn’t know that before?” He cut you off again and you could feel your embarrassment turn into anger. 
“Of course I knew that before, Ani, I just,” you trailed off as you thought back to all the times you’ve called him for comfort or reassurance since he left London and how he hadn’t provided it whatsoever. “You know, Anakin, I called you because I needed to feel the comfort I always feel around you, but you haven’t given me that in weeks.”
He scoffs and you feel your anger rise a bit at the sound. “Sorry I haven’t been able to comfort you when I’m thousands of miles away,” he sarcastically replied and you furrow your brows as you push open the door to your room. “I’ll try harder next time.”
You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down, but it really didn’t help much as you threw your bag onto your bed. “See, there you go again. It’s like I can’t say anything to you without having you get pissed off at me or give me some sarcastic reply,” you say and hear him laugh on the other line, though it sounded humorless. “I need you, Anakin, I need you to be there for me even if you’re not right next to me.”
“Yeah, well, I could say the same to you,” he muttered and you just about lost it.
“Fuck, Anakin, I’m sorry I’m not with you on tour right now, but keep in mind that I was with you every single night of the last one. I basically gave up my second year of college so I could be there with you and so we weren’t apart for months at a time,” your voice raised with every passing second, but you were so pent up, you didn’t have much control over yourself right now. “And you keep saying that you’re proud of me but you’re not showing it at all. You said on the very first day of me submitting the application for this program that you knew I’d do well because I’m so smart and talented, but you’ve only cared about yourself from the second I started it.”
Anakin was silent after that and it only irked you even more. 
You pull your jacket off with a huff and throw it onto your bed as well. “You’ve been acting so selfish lately and I pushed it aside because I knew how stressed you’ve been and how caught up you probably were at being back on tour, but I can’t have you acting nice towards me one minute then like a dick the next,” you vent and angrily wipe your eyes that were still producing tear after tear. “It’s not fair.” 
You cry silently after that and listen to the quiet breaths from the other end of the line. “Y/n,” he trailed off and you only cried harder. “Baby, I’m sorry.”
“It’s not okay!” You sobbed and pace around your room. “For five years I’ve been your number one supporter for everything, and you say you’re mine but I feel like every time I have something exciting to tell you, you make me feel like an idiot for getting excited about it in the first place. I just….I can’t.”
“Y/n,” he tried again but you just shook your head. 
“I can’t,” you mumble. “I called you because I needed you, Anakin, but clearly that was a mistake since my problems aren’t important to you anymore.”
He sounded a bit desperate as he said, “Of course they’re important to me,”
“Yeah, well, you’ve done a bang up job at showing it,” you nearly whisper. “I have to figure out if I’m going to drop out or not, so you can go back to doing whatever it is that you do nowadays. Call me later if you have time to.”
Then you hung up and threw your phone onto the carpet next to your desk before falling onto your bed and crying for God knows how long. 
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To say Anakin is having a bad day would be an understatement.
He and the guys had just finished being scolded by Helena about the lack of effort they’ve been putting into the tour lately and the sudden pause on getting new music out, and he really didn’t blame her for reaching her boiling point. 
Then you called him in tears and sent his heart that was already running on adrenaline into overdrive and he managed to make your own bad day even worse, and now he felt like the most pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. 
A few weeks ago he felt like he was on top of the world, and now he felt like he had hit rock bottom and didn’t deserve to have any of the things he currently has.
So, when Liz texted him the address to a local club in Berlin, he regretfully agreed to go. 
He was being a total bore again as he sat at the bar and went on about how he felt fucking awful about his phone call with you, and he knew this. Still, he didn’t try to lighten the mood in any way. 
Anakin was three drinks in when Liz, who he was sure had long since grown sick of his bitching, revealed the plastic bag of small, white pills and offered him one. He rejected it and ordered another drink, but an hour passed and he still wasn’t feeling the numbing effect alcohol usually had on him by now. 
“I think they water down the drinks here,” he observed as he pushed away the glass that had more ice cubes than liquid in it. 
Liz laughed as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “Of course they do,” she said. “They gotta make money somehow. The more watered down the drinks are, the more you’ll have to spend to actually get drunk.”
Anakin scoffed, “Highway robbery,”
“You’re telling me,” she agreed and placed one of the pills on her tongue. “You’ll spend a fortune here, Anakin. It’ll take a lot more than four drinks to get you drunk.”
He sat up straight and looked over at her. “What do you suggest I do? Go back to the bus and give up on trying?”
She raised a brow, her red lips turning upwards as she pulled out the bag again. “You could always try other methods,” 
Anakin eyed the bag with a tired gaze. He was tipsy and has never in his life done drugs, but he’s heard that they can make you feel like you’re on cloud 9, but only for a little bit. And for once that actually sounded pretty appealing to him right about now. 
Liz must’ve known he was conflicted about her offer as she took one pill out and gave him a lazy smile. “It’ll make you forget about everything that’s stressing you out right now,” she said and took the pill between her thumb and index finger. “You’ll be numb to everything, Anakin. Trust me, you’ll feel so much better. And you only need to take one.”
If he was completely sober right now, he would’ve pushed the pill away and left, but he wasn’t. So he opened his mouth and let her place it onto his tongue. She lifted up his drink and held it out to him, not letting him set it down until it was finished. 
Then she ordered him another one and practically forced it down his throat as well before pulling him away from the bar once he was beginning to feel lightheaded. “I should sit,” his voice sounded muffled to his own ears as she tugged him through the crowd of people and towards a secluded area of the club. 
Liz shook her head, and the movement had his own head spinning a bit. “No,” she murmured, running her hand up his abdomen, pulling his white shirt up with her as she did so. “You need to relax. Let me help you.”
“Liz,” he tried to push her away but he felt numb. No matter how many times he tried to blink away the blurriness, he still wasn’t able to see clearly. He wasn’t feeling any happier, in fact he felt worse, but at least his chest wasn’t aching anymore. “I should call Y/n. I need to tell her that I’m sorry.”
“Shh,” she hushed him, pushing him up against a wall before crouching down in front of him. “Pretend I’m Y/n.”
Anakin shook his head and felt his eyesight worsen at the fast movement. “I can’t,” he begged. “Liz-”
“I’m Y/n,” she persisted, beginning to kiss up his abs, surely leaving behind bright red lipstick stains in her path. “It’s Y/n, baby. Just relax, Ani, let me take care of you.”
Her lips on his skin felt foreign and he tried to push her away again but she seemed to be a lot stronger than he is right now. His head was spinning and his body felt like it was on fire as he looked around the dark area. “Y/n,” he weakly called out, hearing a laugh come from below him that sounded a lot like yours. 
“Yeah, baby, I’m here,” if he really thought about it, he could almost picture that it was you in front of him. It was you who is kissing up his chest, you who is pushing away his black jean jacket in order to trace your tongue up his ribcage. 
Anakin looked down and could’ve sworn that it actually is you. You had come here for him after your terrible phone call earlier. You were here with him, making him feel like he was the most important person in the world. “Y/n,” he rasped, reaching a hand out and tracing his knuckles along your jaw. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Ani,” it was even your sweet voice that responded to him. And if he squinted, he could almost make out the A you had tattooed on your wrist. “Am I making you feel good, baby?”
He leaned back against the wall you had pushed him against and felt his head pound a bit as the high took over his body. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, caressing the sides of your face as you stood to your full height. You seemed a bit taller than before, even in heels, but he wasn’t able to question you on it before the distance was closed and your mouth was pressed to his. 
Except it wasn’t your mouth. And it wasn’t your hand gripping the back of his neck. It wasn’t you. 
Anakin pulled back instantly, the feeling of Liz’s lips on his own making bile rise up his throat as he stumbled away from her. The high came crashing down quickly, making his head ache worse than anything he’s ever felt in his entire life. 
Guilt and shame hit him at full speed and his eyes burned with tears as Liz invaded his space again. 
His heart thumped wildly in his chest and his ears were ringing as he pushed her away when she tried to grab onto his arm. “Get away from me,” he muttered, watching as she shook her head. 
“You’re coming back down, Anakin, you’re probably feeling kind of dizzy right now. Just hold onto me and we’ll go sit somewhere,” she offered but he just squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to hold back the bile rising in his throat at what he had just done.
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Chapter 10, Pt. 1: Happy Birthday, Javi
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Summary: Javier Peña has never liked celebrating his birthday. That is, until you came into his life, and planned to give him a birthday that he will never forget. (Part 1 covers leading up to Javi's birthday and the morning of)
Word Count: 9.3K (I don't know how my peanut brain thought I could make his birthday only one chapter and keep it a reasonable length)
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up, y'all), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise, overstimulation (if you squint), anal fingering (f receiving *runs away into the sunset*), Javi being our consent king, Javi really just loving your ass (It's his birthday, give the man what he wants), mentions of death/grief (but in a really sweet, wholesome way), mentions of food/eating, Chucho Peña once again being the world's best dad and you two having the cutest lil bonding moment, sweet tooth-rotting fluff (but it's these two, so would you expect nothing less?)
A/N: The people have spoken, so I now present to you, part 1 of Chapter 10. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I started writing this chapter, I knew it was about to be long as hell because our sweet Javi deserves the best birthday ever, and boy oh boy, is he gonna get it. Also keep in mind as you read this, that I will die on the hill that Javi loves all of you, but is 100% an ass man though and through don't make eye contact with me after reading this, man deserves his lil birthday treat More birthday fun is coming soon!!! Thanks to the very talented @wheresarizona for the inspiration of this birthday smut!
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“New boots?” 
“No.” 
“A new briefcase for work?” 
“No.” 
“A pony? A trip to the moon? A million dollars? C’mon Javi, it’s gonna be your birthday, there has to be at least something that you want!” You groaned, playfully hitting Javi’s chest as your warm bodies laid tangled together in your bedsheets, sunlight just beginning to spill through your curtains. 
“As long as I get to spend my day with you, that’s all I care about, Osita.” He chuckled at your stubbornness, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead. 
“Ugh, you being so sweet is making this very hard on me, you realize that?” You sighed dramatically, giving him your best grumpy face as you ran your hands through the dark brown curls of his messy morning bedhead. “Alright, you have to go get ready for work, what do you want for breakfast, handsome?” 
“You.” He rasped, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you and nipping at your neck, the hairs of his mustache brushing against your skin making you squeal and squirm. 
“Javi! Real food, you dummy. You’ve already eaten me out and and we’ve fucked this morning and it’s not even 7:00 o’clock yet. At this rate, your work is gonna start writing me up for you getting in later and later every day.” You giggled as you tried to wrestle your way out of Javi’s strong grip, your bodies intertwined with the sheets of your bed as Javi finally let go, giving you a long kiss before letting out an exaggerated sigh. 
“I thought you said you still needed to figure out what to get me for my birthday. This works just fine, Hermosa.” He looked at you, trying to give you his best puppy eyes and pouty lips. You lovingly swatted your arm at him, shaking your head. 
“You cannot use your puppy dog eyes on me like that! Your birthday still isn’t for another week, and believe me, you will get all the birthday sex you want then, but right now, you need to go get ready for work, mmmkay? Do you want scrambled eggs or sunny side up?” 
“How did you know I wanted eggs?” He asked, smiling at you. 
“It’s almost kind of like I know you, just a little bit. Now go, get your cute butt in the shower before your puppy dog eyes take full effect and I lose the little self control I have left.” You gave him a quick kiss as he rolled out of bed, the muscles of his back flexing deliciously as he yawned and stretched his arms above his head before making his way into the bathroom. 
From the moment you had found out about Javi's birthday, he had been very adamant that you didn’t need to do anything special to try and celebrate, let alone get him any gifts. To him, it was just another day that he got older, and that no one needed to do anything to acknowledge that. Truth be told, Javi hadn’t really had anyone to celebrate his birthday with since he was a much younger man than he was now. When he was in Colombia, the only person he had told about his birthday was Steve, and with the threat of beating the shit out of him if he told anyone else, the most Javi ever got for the past decade or so was Steve’s annual bottle of birthday whisky and a phone call from his dad. He wasn’t used to anyone caring about him, let alone his birthday. Javi knew that you were a terrible liar and couldn’t keep a secret to save your life, so you had been trying your best to throw him off your tracks for the past few weeks by asking things like what he wanted for his birthday, or what he wanted to do to celebrate. Little did he know, you already had a plan in place to give him the best birthday that he’d had in a very, very long time. Today, you had to try and execute the next phase of your birthday plot, which required a little luck, and finding Javi’s cell phone. 
Once you heard the water of the shower running, you knew you were in the clear. You shuffled over to Javi’s side of the bed, where his pants from the night before were still laying in a heap on the floor. Digging through his back pocket, you pulled out his cell phone, opening it up to press through the contacts page. “I really hope he only knows one Steve…” you mumbled to yourself as your finger clicked on the down arrow, scrolling through the names on the tiny screen. “Samuel H… Sargent Davis… Oh yes, here we go! Steve!” You were relieved to find there was only one Steve saved in his phone, assuming that it had to be his former partner Steve Murphy. You quickly ran out to the kitchen to grab a notepad and a pen to scribble down his number before closing his phone and folding the piece of paper, stashing it away in your nightstand. 
After you had opened up to Javi about your brother, Patrick, he slowly started to reciprocate, letting you dive deeper into his past life in Colombia, beginning to share stories from his time halfway around the world. One of the things you had quickly picked up on was how much he really liked his former DEA partner, despite how many times he had told you he was the biggest pain in his ass he had ever met. So much so, that a few weeks ago, Javi had gone out of his way to call Steve, just to catch up and talk, learning that his friend had moved to the San Antonio area not too long ago, looking to get away from the hustle and bustle of Miami. The conversation had ended with them saying they should get together at some point, and the party you had been planning for Javi seemed like just the right occasion to try and reunite him with his old friend. The plan was to try and call him today while Javi was at work and pray that he really was the right Steve you were looking for, and that he and his family would be able to come down and celebrate. 
Satisfied with your mission, you slipped on one of Javi’s now many shirts that lived in your drawers, his collection of clothes at your apartment seeming to grow by the week as the two of you spent more and more time together. You headed out to the kitchen, pouring yourself your mandatory cup of coffee before you got to work on breakfast. 
As Javi made his way down the hall, freshly showered and suited up for work, he leaned up against the wall, enjoying the new favorite part of his morning routine. It didn’t take long for Javi to start spending practically every night at your apartment once the two of you had started dating, his presence in your home becoming an almost permanent fixture in your day to day life. It took even less time for Javi to quickly discover there were few things he loved more than coming into the kitchen after he had showered and gotten himself ready for work to find you in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts, singing along to whatever music you had picked for the morning as you cooked breakfast. It had now become ingrained as his favorite part of his morning, taking a few extra minutes just to lean against the kitchen wall and stare, taking in everything about your sweet and sassy self that made his heart feel like it was going to burst out of his chest every time he watched you dance and sing around the kitchen. This morning’s choices were his navy blue DEA shirt and Hall and Oats, already finding you singing louder than usual to “You Make My Dreams Come True.” 
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” He chuckled, standing behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin against your shoulder as he watched you scramble the eggs in the pan below you. 
“Well it’s hard to be in a bad mood when you wake up to getting dicked down by your super hot boyfriend who comes out of the shower in his stupidly attractive suits for work.” You giggled as he kissed your shoulder, giving your ass a playful smack. “I could say the same for you, ya goof.” 
“Like you said Osita, hard to be in a bad mood when you wake up next to the most beautiful woman in the world and come out to find her making you breakfast in nothing but your shirt. The sex part’s alright too, I guess.” You nudged your elbow into his stomach as you both laughed. 
“Oh please, like you weren’t practically begging me to go for a second round this morning. Here, eat your breakfast, you horny menace.” You giggled as you put the finished eggs on a plate and handed them off to him. 
Per usual, Javi had already almost inhaled his food by the time you sat down to eat with him, taking a big mouthful of your eggs as he cleared his plate. “Any plans for today, Osita?” He asked, taking a sip of coffee out of the Star Wars mug that had now become his personal favorite after had finished watching the last of the 3 movies a few weeks ago. 
“Just some errands and stuff.” You tried your best to keep a straight face, knowing that you weren’t really lying about your plans for today, but you also weren’t exactly telling the truth. “Should probably start working on getting stuff ready for going back to school. I need to accept the fact that summer’s gonna come to an end at some point, as much as I don’t want it to.” You shrugged, trying to change the subject of Javi’s initial question. “Your complimentary breakfast and lunch every morning may not be as frequent once I have to go back to work, so I apologize in advance.” 
“No need to apologize, baby. You’ve spoiled me for the past few months. Just means I get to wake up early and make you breakfast now.” He stood up, grabbing his plate to bring it over to the sink, stopping first to give you a kiss on the forehead. After cleaning up, Javi downed the rest of his coffee and gathered his things to head out the door, preparing for the second favorite part of his morning, giving you one last hug and kiss goodbye before leaving for work. “Have a great day, Osita. Can’t wait to see you later. I love you.” He draped his arms around you, hugging you from behind as you still sat in your kitchen chair, planting a kiss on your cheek as you turned around to face him. 
“Love you too, Jav. Have a good day.” You stretched your neck towards him as he leaned down, your lips meeting softly and tenderly, leaving smiles on your parted mouths as you pulled away. Closing the door behind him, you gave him a soft smirk, the both of you beginning your internal countdown of the hours that needed to pass until you saw each other again. 
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As soon as you heard the door lock, you waited a moment before you ran back to your room, grabbing the piece of paper with Steve’s phone number, hoping it was early enough to try and catch him before he got to work. You took a deep breath, wanting to make a good first impression on Javi's friend, even if it was just over the phone. You punched the numbers written on your note into the keypad, sitting on the couch as you let the dial tone ring. 
“Hello?” a low voice with a pronounced twang answered. 
“Hi, is this um, is this Steve?” You asked, anxiously chewing on your bottom lip, crossing your fingers that you had the right number written down from Javi’s contacts. 
“Yeah, this is Steve. Who’s askin’? Sorry, gimme one sec- Hey Connie, Olivia wants to know if she’s stayin’ late for soccer practice today. Okay, yeah, I’ll remind her. Hey sorry, tryin’ to get the girls off to summer camp and daycare or God knows where. Jesus, I cannot wait for school to start again. Sorry, who’d you say you were?” You let out a little sigh of relief hearing Connie and Olivia’s names, knowing you for sure had the right Steve. 
“I’m um, I’m Javi’s girlfriend.” You introduced yourself. 
“Well I’ll be damned. You really are real.” You could hear him chuckle to himself through the other end of the phone. “Javi wouldn’t shut up about you when we talked a few weeks ago. I’d never thought I’d live to see the day I saw that man so in love. What can I help ya with?” You smiled to yourself, blushing at the fact Javi hadn’t talked to Steve in months and you were the thing he was most excited to bring up. 
“Well, I heard from Javi last time the two of you talked that you moved to San Antonio not too long ago. I don’t know if you remember, but Javi’s birthday is coming up, and I’m trying to throw him a surprise birthday party and I wanted to invite you.  I’m sure he’d love to see you- Connie and your daughters, too. The party’s going to be Saturday the 16th at 3:00 at his dad’s ranch! I completely understand that it’s a big ask, and kind of last minute, but I figured I’d at least try!” 
“Awh shit, it is, isn’t it. I do owe that old man a few years worth of birthday whiskey. Lemme go talk to my wife real quick, hang on.” You heard him set the phone down as you held your phone up between your ear and shoulder, grabbing your notepad to write down a list of things you needed to get today while you waited for Steve’s response. “Hey, you still there?” You heard his voice again through the receiver. 
“Yup, still here!” 
“Looks like that old man’s about to have some more birthday guests. Con just wants to make sure it’s really okay if we bring the girls.” 
“Absolutely! Lots of friends and family are coming, so there will be plenty of other kids there, too! Thanks Steve, I know this will really mean a lot to him.” 
“Perfect. I sure do miss that asshole. Thanks for the invite. I guess we’ll see you on the 16th.” 
“Thanks again, Steve!” 
“Of course. And hey- I wasn’t jokin’ when I said that he wouldn’t shut up about you. You got him head over heels in love. I think I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen that grumpy bastard smile and I could practically hear him grinnin’ through the phone. Glad to know he found someone who makes him happy.” You could hear the other end of the line click as Steve hung up the phone, leaving you with nothing but an ear to ear grin as you grabbed your list and got yourself ready for the day. 
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You had really been putting Javi’s lie detector skills to the test the past few weeks, going out during the day to meet with Chucho at the ranch to work together to plan Javi’s surprise party. Javi’s dad was absolutely thrilled with the idea after you had brought it up in secrecy one night when you and Javi had gone over for dinner, and was enthusiastic as can be to try and help you make the day a special memory for his son. Today was the last day you could be over at the Peña ranch to help with preparations without raising too many suspicions from Javi, losing out on your excessive free time as you needed to start preparing for the beginning of the new school year. Heading in with your arms full from your massive trip you had just taken for party food and decorations, you walked into the Peña home looking for Chucho. 
“Hey Chucho, it’s me!” You shouted, kicking your shoes off at the door as you balanced your grocery bags in your arms. 
“Hola, Mija! I’m in the kitchen!” He shouted from across the house, his tone warm and joyful. You grunted as you set down your bags on the table, finding Chucho in his usual spot at the stove, cooking something for the two of you to eat as you talked party details. 
“What’s on the menu today, chef? It smells delicious!” You smiled, unpacking the groceries as Chucho wiped his hands on his apron, waddling over to help you. 
“Chilaquiles. Figured it’s still early enough for breakfast food, and I know it’s your favorite.” He chuckled to himself as he watched you pull more and more items out of the brown paper bags.  “Dios mio, mija. Did you buy the entire store?” 
“It feels like it. With how many people we have coming, I don’t even know if this is going to be enough! Steve is coming, too! And his wife and daughters. I just called him today. I really think Javi’s gonna be excited to see him.” You grinned, your heart feeling full thinking about how many people wanted to come celebrate Javi on his birthday. 
“Oh, estupendo! (Wonderful!) He will be thrilled. Wait, how did you manage to invite him without Javier finding out?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he walked back over to the stove to turn off one of the burners. 
“I have my ways.” You smirked as you gave your shoulders a little shrug, organizing the items on the table. 
“Chiflado.” (Crazy). He snickered, plopping an egg on each of your plates over the fried tortillas and sauce. “That one can be our word for the day. It’s a good one. Here, eat, mija.” He smiled, passing a plate over to you as you sat down at the table, Chucho pulling out a chair to join you. Ever since you started meeting with Chucho a few weeks ago, you had asked him if he would help you work on your Spanish, knowing how important it was to Javi and his family. You cared so deeply for both the Peña men who were now a part of your life, and the least you could do was learn more of the language so deeply ingrained in their identities. Like most things you asked Chucho for help with, he was enamored by the idea, your request practically bringing him to tears. Since then, he’d been helping you learn more words and phrases, picking one to focus on each time you meet.   
“Chiflado.” You repeated, taking a bite full of your food. “What does that one mean?” 
“Someone who is crazy, a little bit nutty. It’s a good one for you, mija, and Javier.” You both laughed at each other, enjoying his use of the word. 
“That is a good one. Good one for me and you today since this is the last chance we have to plan together before the party.” 
“Es la verdad.” (It’s the truth.) So tell me, Chiflado, what’s our plan for today?” He winked at you as he set down his fork over his already cleared plate. 
“Well, I was thinking you could work on food, and I could help with decorations, since it’ll involve a lot of getting up and down off of chairs, and before you can tell me you’d be just fine, I don’t need to hear you whisper “Punta madre, me dulele las rodillas (Motherfucker, my knees hurt.) all day when I could have just done it for you.” You looked at him sternly, knowing that Javi had definitely inherited his stubbornness from his father, often leaving you in Chucho in a battle of iron wills over helping each other. 
“Fine, fine, fine.” He swatted his hand at you. “Just tell me soy un anciano (I’m an old man) and move on.” The both of you broke from your stubbornness, laughing playfully at one another. Chucho grunted as he stood up, outstretching his hand to take your plate back to the sink. You stood up out of your chair, pushing it behind you as you let out a quiet, nervous breath. You had been working up the courage to ask Chucho the question that had been lingering in the back of your mind for the past few weeks. Every time you tried, you’d chickened out, but with only one last meeting between the two of you before Javi’s birthday, you knew you had to do it now. 
“Um, there is uh, one more thing I wanted to ask for your help with, if it’s okay.” You said shyly, Chucho turning his head in confusion at your now meak voice. 
“Of course, Mija. Cómo puedo ayudarte? (How can I help you?). 
“I- I wanted to know if Javi had a favorite food his mom used to make him before she passed. I really wanted to surprise him and make it for his birthday. But I know how special Lucia’s recipes are to you, and if you don’t want me to make it, I totally understand. I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, I wanted to ask for your help since-” 
Before you could finish, Chucho was standing with his arms outstretched, tears welling in his eyes, as he pulled you in for a hug, tightly wrapping you in his grasp. “Oh Mija.” He whispered between gentle sobs. “I would love nothing more.” He took a step back from you, hands still grasping your shoulders as the wrinkles of his worn face crinkled from his smile. “She would have loved you, Mija. She would have loved you so much. I know she is smiling down on us, knowing the joy you have brought to our sweet Javier’s life. Dios la bendiga (God bless her), all she ever wanted was for him to be happy. It brings me peace to know she can rest a little easier, seeing the love and happiness you bring to our hijo. I know Javier is so thankful he found you, but know I am just as thankful, too.” 
You could feel the tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as Chucho spoke. You wished you had words to tell him how much it meant. That you were so grateful to be a part of Javi’s life, so thankful that Chucho had loved and accepted you, like you were one of his own from the moment that you two had met. You wished you could tell him how honored you were that he thought so highly of you, when all you wanted to do was just make Javi happy. You wished you had those words, but right now, they couldn’t make it out. The best you could do through your tears was pull Chucho back in for a hug, letting out a shaky whisper. 
“Thank you, Chucho. For everything.” 
He pulled back once more, the both of you wiping the tears off your wet cheeks as you smiled at one another. “Of course, mija. Of course.” He paused for a moment to compose himself before wiping his hands on his apron with a mischievous grin. “Tears won’t taste any good in our stew. C’mon, let’s get cooking.” 
Chucho pulled the well loved recipe box out of the shelf above the stove, flipping through its contents to pull out an index card covered in red sauce stains and tears around its edges. “Here we are. Pozole de pollo. Javier’s favorite dish. This is the last one from Lucia’s box I've yet to make.” He smiled to himself, gently holding the tattered recipe card in his hands before passing it off to you. 
“Why haven’t you made it yet?” You asked curiously as you ran your finger up and down the worn recipe card. 
“It’s the one that reminds me the most of her. Just haven’t been able to bring myself to make it. Now, I couldn’t be more excited to.” He beamed at you, grin stretched from ear to ear. 
The two of you quickly got to work, Chucho walking you through each step, mentally noting to yourself all of the little details he pointed out as you worked your way through the directions. You wanted to make sure that you didn’t miss a thing, feeling the need to do the special recipe as much justice as you could. While waiting for things to boil and simmer, the two of you found yourself chatting away as you chopped the rest of the vegetables you needed for your sauce and garnishes.
“You know, pozole de pollo was the only thing Javier ever wanted to eat when he came home from college.” Chucho chuckled, chopping up the rest of the garlic he had in front of him. “Could eat a whole batch of it in a day, a bowl for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even in the dead heat of summer.” 
“I believe it, that man is an eating machine.” You giggled, pulling out the chiles you’d finished soaking for your sauce. “Did he know he wanted to work for the DEA when he graduated?” 
“I don’t know if he knew that, but he did always want to have some sort of job where he felt like he was making a difference. Always had a strong sense of right and wrong, and always wanted to help others. Lucia and I weren’t thrilled when he got the job, no parent wants to think about their child in danger. But you know as well as I do that our Javier is a stubborn man, and if he wants something, there is no stopping him until he gets it. That’s how I knew he was in love with you. Wouldn’t stop talking about you from the moment he met you. For goodness sake, he woke up at 5 in the morning to build a fence just to see you. He’s a man who knows what he wants.” You tried your best to hide the red of your blushing cheeks as Chucho blended the pozole sauce. “That’s how I know he is counting down the days until he can ask you to marry him.” 
You just about dropped your ladle into the pot of boiling broth you were now stirring, hoping Chucho hadn’t heard the audible gasp you had made. “What… What did you say?” You asked as you gulped, trying to keep your cool. 
“You heard what I said, Mija.” Chucho smirked, clearly enjoying your current flustered state. “Don’t worry, he hasn’t said anything to me… Yet. But like I said, when Javier knows what he wants, he won’t stop until he gets it. I’m sure if I asked him, he’d say he’ll give it a year, but I give it 6 months, tops.” 
This time, the ladle you had been white knuckle grasping had now fallen to the floor, your face in absolute shock as your hand covered your face. “Wait, do you, are you… Chucho, are you being serious?” 
“Mija, all I know is that Javier está enloquecido por ti y el te ama con todo su corazón. (Javier is crazy for you and loves you with his whole heart) and I am not getting any younger. I need some nietos (grandchildren) to spoil before I get too old.” His grin now even bigger as he chuckled to himself, watching your cheeks turn bright pink, taking every ounce of self restraint you had in you to keep yourself from smiling like an idiot. You bit down on your bottom lip, Chucho letting you have a few moments of peace as you turned back around to the stove to stir the pozole. Chucho just kept shaking his head and laughing to himself, almost as if he could hear the squeals of delight screaming in your head through the quiet silence of the kitchen as you continued cooking.
“Alright Mija, what do you think?” Chucho said, handing over a spoon now that the pozole was finally finished, simmering in its pot on the stove. You scooped some up, slurping down the warm broth as Chucho followed suit, letting out a satisfied hum. 
“It’s delicious. No wonder it’s Javi’s favorite. What do you think? Is it okay?” You looked at him nervously, waiting for his response as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 
“Just as good as I remember it, if not better. Javier will love it, almost as much as he loves you.” He winked, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder, smiling at the stew and then back up at you. “I have a feeling this will be the best birthday that he’s had in a very long time, thanks to you. Now, what do you say you listen to this old man swear at his knees as he helps you put up these decorations?” 
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You couldn’t believe it. Javi’s birthday was finally here, and everything had gone off without a hitch. Chucho had called one last time yesterday to let you know that everything was ready for the party, you had successfully hidden all your gifts and surprises in the apartment without them being discovered, and best of all, Javi hadn’t suspected a thing. You had made sure the night before to set your alarm to its quietest volume, praying that Javi wouldn’t hear and would sleep in long enough to let you put up some decorations in the apartment before making him breakfast and giving him a proper birthday good morning. Seemingly unstirred by your alarm, you tiptoed out of bed, trying your best not to wake Javi as he snored face down into his pillow. You grabbed some clothes before carefully closing the door behind you, fingers crossed that you could at least get another 30 minutes of sleep out of him. You quickly got to work taping the streamers and banners along the ceiling, topping off your decor with the balloons you had someone managed to hide in your coat closet. After setting out your gifts on the table, you quickly got to work on breakfast, indulging in your own family’s birthday tradition of confetti pancakes, which were really just pancakes with sprinkles and whip cream, but given Javi’s insatiable sweet tooth, you were sure they’d be a hit. You started with pancakes, along with the bacon and eggs, so focused on trying to get things done as quickly as possible, you hadn’t heard your bedroom door creek open down the hallway. Javi’s footsteps were soft and sleepy, the carpet of your apartment floors drowning out the sound as he finally stepped into the living room, speechless at what he saw. 
“Osita…” His voice shook, mouth hanging half open in shock as he looked around at the colorful streamers and balloons that filled the apartment. He took another step further into the living room, now noticing the handmade banner that read “Happy Birthday, Javi!” in your cute, neat handwriting. He was still at a loss for words as he turned the corner in the kitchen to find you, finishing the last of your pancakes for the breakfast feast you had put together for him. 
“No, go back to bed! Don’t look, I’m almost done! You didn’t see anything!” You ran towards him, trying your best to turn Javi around and force him back towards the bedroom. You pushed against his chest, trying to get him to move as he stood there for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, still taking in everything that you had set up for him. 
“Baby… Did you… Is this… Is this all for me?” He asked, eyes glistening with joy, as he turned his head down to you, smiling in his grasp. 
“No, I just really wanted to celebrate my birthday early. Yes, of course it’s for you. But right now, I need you to go back to bed for like 5 more minutes so I can finish and get my first present ready, pretty please?” You grinned at the tender expression on his face as he tried to process that you had really gone out of your way to do all of this for him. 
“Baby, I told you, you didn’t need to get me anything, you already did so much, you don’t need to-” 
“Javier Peña. It is your birthday. I want nothing more than to shower you with love and gifts and affection, but only if you go back into the bedroom and wait a teeny tiny bit longer and pretend it’s not your birthday yet for another few minutes.” You giggled, now shoving back into him, attempting to push his broad body down the hallway. He finally gave in, throwing his hands up, laughing as you guided him back into the bedroom, giving him a quick peck on the lips before closing the door behind him. 
As promised, it didn’t take long for you to get yourself ready for Javi’s first present of the day, slowly opening back up the bedroom door to find Javi laying down in the bed, elbow resting on the mattress with his hand under his chin holding up his head. “You ready for it to be your birthday now?” You giggled, peeking your head through the crack of the open door. 
“Yes, baby, I’m ready for it to be my- Oh, fuck me.” By the time you had made it through the doorway, Javi was sitting upright in bed, jaw just about on the floor as he watched you enter the room. You stood at the end of the bed in a lacy, black lingerie set- the bustier hugging against every curve of your body, its garters holding up the stockings pulled up your thighs, topped off with a strappy lace thong. You could hear how heavy Javi was breathing as he watched your every move towards him, his tongue darting out between his lips as he looked you up and down, soaking up every inch of you. 
“Happy Birthday, Javi.” You winked, making your way towards the edge of the bed, watching as Javi’s eyes grow darker with lust. Your sweet voice was enough to already make his cock start to twitch, but that, paired with the fact you were all dressed up just for him had him half hard in seconds. 
“Hermosa… Fuck… You look fucking incredible. Is this all for me, baby? Do I get to unwrap you like the pretty little present you are?” He rasped, practically climbing over the edge of the mattress to pull you into bed with him. He grabbed you by the hand, ushering you up onto the bed as you straddled over his lap, feeling how hard and heavy his dick had grown beneath you in his boxers. His hands slid along your sides, fingers tracing over the lacy fabric before he reached down to grab a handful of your ass, kneading your soft flesh between the strong grip of his fingertips. 
“I don’t know… I thought you said that you didn’t want any presents.” You teased, Javi giving you a playful smack on the ass for your witty remark. 
“If this is the only present I get to unwrap for the rest of my life, I’ll die a fucking happy man.” He mewled, grabbing your hips as he pushed you deeper into his lap, groaning as you rolled your hips against his cock, straining against the fabric of his underwear. 
“Don’t worry, this one’s just the first of many. You can unwrap me however you want, birthday boy. Anything you want, I’m all yours.” Your words made him shutter as he looked up at you, a curious smirk growing under his mustache. 
“Anything?” He whispered, licking his lips, his eyes filled with want and desire. 
“Anything.” You cooed, raising your eyebrows at him. 
“Fuck me…” He took one more look at you before grabbing you and flipping you on to your back, making you squeal. He kissed his way down your body, hot, wet presses of his lips against your skin and lace, covering you from your chest to your stomach. His hands ran up and down the meat of your thighs, fingers toying with the ends of your stockings before wrapping his arms under your legs, yanking you closer to him.  He grazed his fingers over your thong, the fabric already soaked, as he pushed it to the side, revealing the slick pooling along your entrance. 
“Jesus, Osita, haven’t even touched you yet and look at how wet you are for me. Fuck, I need to taste you, baby.” Spreading your legs open wider, he dove into your pussy like a man starved, feverishly lapping you up, tongue swirling and pressing against your already throbbing clit. It wasn’t long until his two fingers pushed inside you with ease, making you gasp as your back arched along the bed, whimpering at the way his mouth and hands worked against your heat. 
“Javiiiii…” You whined, bucking your hips towards his face, already feeling the arousal starting to pool in your belly at the way he knew just how to make you come undone. “Baby, you feel so good, fuck, Javi, fuck.” 
He removed his mouth for a moment, his breath hot against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he glanced up at you in delight. “Yeah? It feels good, Hermosa? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my face, let me taste that sweet fucking pussy?” You nodded frantically, practically feeling his smirk against you as his fingers curved, hitting the sweet spot inside you that had the heat building at the base of your spine. He licked long, flat strokes of his tongue against your clit, his hand thrusting deeper into you, moaning his name over and over as you squirmed underneath him, his free arm draping over your hips, holding you in place. You could feel how tightly you were beginning to clench around his hand, your pussy fluttering as you felt yourself reaching your high. 
“Javi, Javi, Javiiiii.” His name the only words forming as your brain short circuited, coming closer and closer to your end. 
“Keep saying my name, baby. I love the way you say it. Don’t hold back, Hermosa, let me hear how good it feels when I make you cum.” It only took a few more thrusts of his hand before you snapped, crying out his name as your pleasure rolled through you, your fists grasping at the bed sheets. You cunt clenched around him, squeezing his fingers as they still pulsed inside you, nowhere close to easing from their usual pace after Javi watched you fall apart beneath him. You could feel yourself panting, worked up and on the edge of overstimulation. 
“Gonna give you one more, Osita. Doing so good for me, pretty girl. I know you can take it, baby, just a little bit more.” He purred, giving you a smug look before barely pressing his thumb against your clit, making you cry out from his touch, so sensitive and worked up from your first orgasm. The pad of his thumb pushed just a little bit harder, circling around your mound as you felt yourself on the brink of falling apart once more. Already so close, he slipped a third finger into your heat, the sweet stretch of his digits inside you making you lose yourself once more. Your moans were swallowed by his lips as he leaned down to kiss you, finally slowing his pace before removing his hand, leaving your legs trembling and breathing heavy as you tried to compose yourself. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” He hummed, cradling the jaw of your blissed out face as he brought his other hand to your mouth, his fingers drenched and glistening from your slick. “Open.” His thumb pulled at your bottom lip as you complied. “Taste how sweet you are for me, baby. Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever had, and it’s all fucking mine.” Your tongue swirled around his fingers as they rested in your mouth, sucking the tangy taste of you off of them before pulling back out. 
“It’s all yours, Javi. It’s all yours.” You moaned, finally catching your breath enough to form a coherent thought. 
“You really meant it, Osita? Anything I want?” His hands running up and down the length of your body, taking in how beautiful you looked beneath him, lace covered and blissed out, all for him. 
“Anything you want.” You repeated, the sweet brown gaze of his eyes locking with yours. 
“Hands and knees, baby.” He smirked, grabbing you by the waist as he pulled you up, propping you on all fours as he shuffled behind you on the bed, smacking your ass before gently massaging your flesh. “I fucking love you so much, you know that? Fuck, I’m so lucky. So lucky that you’re mine, all dressed up just for me, Jesus Christ, you’re fucking perfect.” You whimpered as you felt him line himself up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, the lips of your pussy still soaked and puffy from your last two orgasms. 
“Fuck, I love you too Jav-ahhhhhhh.” You gasped as you felt Javi bottom out inside of you, the angle of him pushing himself into from behind always stretching you in a way that had you speechless. He paused for a moment before slowly beginning to rock his hips, only pushing himself halfway in, savoring how sweet you felt. It wasn’t long before his thrusts became deeper, his cock brushing against your cervix, punching into the spot that had your vision going white, leaving you trembling and breathless. You could hear how wet you were, the sounds of him pounding in and out of your weeping pussy on top of the grunts and whimpers between you two had the room sounding borderline pornagraphic. 
Despite how amazing it felt as he pumped in to you, there was a part of you that was surprised that fucking you from behind was all he wanted after you had given him free reign for his birthday. Javi loved your ass, and that was putting it lightly. The man worshiped it, and being on your hands and knees was a position you found yourself in frequently in the bedroom, so you were surprised that this was his choice. That was until you felt his fingers reaching under your thong, pulling the lace even further to the side, the wet spit of his mouth on your ass, his hand creeping further down the base of your spine until it stopped there. 
Oh. 
Oh. 
You felt his thumb press against the tight ring of your muscle, swirling his spit as you shuttered, cunt clenching at the thought of what he was about to do. You knew why he wanted you like this. Oh, fuck. 
“Is this okay?” He asked softly, gently pressing the pad of his thumb more firmly against your tight hole, making you whine in delight.
You nodded desperately, your response practically incoherent as it babbled from your brain, falling off your tongue. “Yes, oh my god, Javi.” 
“Osita, tell me if it’s too much. If it’s too much I’ll stop right away, okay? Promise you’ll tell me?” God, this man was about to put his thumb in your ass and he still found a way to make it sweet. 
“I promise.” 
“Okay.” He kept his thrusts inside you steady as you felt his thumb breach inside, making you whine. Audibly whine. His thumb was barley in you and it felt so tight, the feeling of how full you felt making you wetter by the second. “Relax baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Doing so good for me, sweet girl.” He hummed, his praise deep and horse. You took a deep breath, feeling yourself relax as he pushed his thumb in further, making you whimper as you felt your clit absolutely throbbing with each press of his digit inside you. “You okay?” He asked, leaning over you, nipping at your shoulder as you shook your head yes, your brain an absolute loss for words. You gasped as you felt his thumb exit, being replaced by his two fingers pushing deeper into your tight hole. You felt so full, the size of his cock and the thickness of his fingers had you whimpering, clawing at the bed sheets underneath you. The thrusts of both his dick and hand slowly began to pick up their pace, feeling yourself throbbing in delight from the stimulation. It was like you could feel every nerve in your body screaming in pleasure, you were barely hanging on by a thread, painfully close to your end. All it took was the slightest press of the heel of Javi’s palm against your clit before you were screaming out his name once more. 
“Javi, fuck, fuck oh my god, Javi, I’m gonna-ahhhhhAHHH.” 
Your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, leaving every inch of your body trembling, practically seeing stars from how hard you came. That was all it took for Javi to follow suit. He was already so worked up from the image of you, riled up and moaning his name, that watching you cum as hard as you did sent him over the edge instantly. It took all of his self restraint to not come from the moment you had agreed to let him play with your ass. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it more often than not, wanting to pleasure you in any way he could, and now that you had let him, it was game over. With only a few more pumps, he found himself rapidly pounding into you as he chased his own high. 
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come too. Did so good for me, my good girl taking me so well. My fucking perfect girl. Quiero estar contigo para siempre, Osita. Te quiero con toda mi alma. (I want you forever, Osita. I love you with all my soul.) Fuck, I’m-”  You could feel his cock throbbing as he pulsed inside you, spilling deep into your walls, milking himself of ever last drop as he slumped over your body, your chests rising and falling together. After catching his breath, Javi pulled out, the mixture of the two of you running still down your thighs as he quickly got up to go wash his hands and grab a towel, laughing as he returned from the bathroom to find you face down in the bed, sprawled out across the mattress. “You okay, baby?” He shook his head as he sat down on the bed next to you, running his hand across your back. 
“Ho-ly shit.” You rasped, face pressed against your pillow before lifting it up to look over at Javi. “Javi… holy fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my entire life. I think I’m dead. I think I died and went to heaven.” 
“You’re fucking ridiculous, Osita.” He chuckled at your dramatics, gently wiping the cloth against you and cleaning you up before tossing it in the hamper. “To be fair, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard either. Happy fucking birthday to me. This is the best  birthday I’ve ever had and it’s not even 10:00 AM yet. God, I love you.” You sat up as he grabbed your face, pulling you in for a long, deep kiss, a grin spreading across his lips as your mouths met. 
“Well then you’re in luck, your day’s just gettin’ started, birthday boy.” You winked, playfully pinching his cheek as the two of you laughed. 
“Does this mean I finally get to go out and see the rest of the apartment now?” Javi smiled, now remembering all the decorations you had set up for him around the house that he had only half appreciated in his shocked and sleepy state. 
“Absolutely. I’ve got breakfast and more presents for you too.” 
“God, what the fuck did I ever do to deserve you?” 
“I could ask myself the same thing.”
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Your hunch about the confetti pancakes was absolutely correct, losing track of how many Javi had eaten, considering you’d stopped counting after 4. To you, the decorations that you had set up around the apartment were just a fun touch to help celebrate, but to Javi, it was about the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for him. It almost brought you to tears seeing how excited Javi was that you had got him balloons, streamers, a handmade banner that he couldn’t seem to stop complimenting, even when you insisted that all you did was just write a little more neatly than usual. Javi meant everything to you, and the fact that you were able to bring him so much joy from something so small made your heart burst at the seams. If he was this excited from just decorations, you were really gonna have to ease him into the rest of the day. 
“You ready for your presents, or do I need to make another batch of pancakes?” You laughed as Javi finished off what had to have been his 6th pancake, squirting the can of whipped cream in his mouth to top it off. 
“Baby, I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything. You’ve already done more than enough for me.” He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he leaned back in his chair. 
“Let me rephrase- I bought you presents and I’m giving them to you. Can I please give them to you now?” You folded your arms over your chest as you gave Javi a stubborn look. 
“Yes, fine. Thank you. They better not be fucking expensive, you don’t need to be spending that kind of money on me.” He grumbled as you handed him over the first gift, slowly taking the tissue paper off the top of the bag. 
“Will you stop being such a party pooper and just open your damn gifts? I’m a big girl, I can spend my money how I want, and I wanted to spend it on you.” You sassed as he shook his head, pulling out a silky blue and red checkered tie out of the gift bag. He smiled as he picked it up, running his hands over the fabric. 
“This is really, really nice, thank you, Osita.” 
“You’re welcome. I figured it’d look good with any of your suits, and that you’d look handsome in it, regardless. Okay, next one!” You grinned, handing him over the next box, waiting excitedly for his reaction as he ripped off the wrapping paper. As Javi peeled the rest of it back, his eyes widened as he looked at the box before looking back up at you in shock.
“Osita…” He stared at you for a moment, just holding the box in his hands, almost as if he was refusing to see what was inside.  
“Will you just open it, please?” You pleaded, having a feeling this was going to be his reaction to your gift. Carefully, he took the lid off the box, his head shaking as he saw what was inside. Gently, he pulled the silver watch out, holding it in his hands as he stared at you with those big, brown puppy dog eyes. 
“Baby… This is fucking nice. Like, so nice. Do you know how expensive these are? You didn’t need to do this, I can’t-” 
“You have been constantly complaining about how your watch does work and you needed a new one. I know it's expensive, but it’s your birthday and you deserve it. And don’t you dare try and tell me to return it, I will come over and put that watch on your wrist myself if I have to.” You raised an eyebrow at him before he could rebuttal, biting down on his tongue as he smiled, slipping on the watch. He got up from his seat, cupping your face, kissing you deeply and tenderly. 
“Thank you, Osita. You’re amazing. I don’t deserve any of this. I just- thank you.” His thumb rubbed along your jaw as he cradled your face, practically feeling the genuine joy and appreciation radiate from him. 
“There’s one more thing I still have to give you.” You beamed, trying your best to contain your excitement for the final gift you had for Javi. 
“Baby, there’s more? You already got me way too much, please-” 
You cut him off, holding out the tiny black box that you had been hiding behind you, gesturing down at it for him to take it, your hands shaky as you nervously passed off the gift. With a sigh, Javi took it, undoing the bow you had tied as he opened the package, looking at it with confusion. 
“A key?” He asked, puzzled by the present. 
“Go take it and stand out in the hallway.” You requested, Javi complying but still utterly confused as to what was happening. Javi stood on the opposite side of your doorway facing you, giving him a little wave before closing it on him and clicking the lock. 
“Osita, what is happening?” You heard him laugh through the other side of the door. 
“Use the key!” You insisted, smiling to yourself as you heard the doorknob rattle, Javi twisting it open as he walked back into the apartment. You grinned at him in anticipation, hoping that he had caught on, but Javi still appeared to be completely oblivious to the point of gift. 
“It’s a key to your apartment?” He questioned, a confused look still spread across his face. 
“Mmmhmmmm.” You nodded, over dramatically, waiting for it to click with him. 
“Baby, I’m really sorry, I don’t understand.” He laughed, running his hand over his face, shaking his head. You put your hands on your hips, looking at him, bewildered how he still had no idea what the key meant. 
“Wow, I really thought your detective skills would have come into play on this one, Agent Peña, but I guess not. Javi. It’s your own key to the apartment. I- I want you to move in with me.” 
“Osita… Are you… Baby, are you serious?” He stood there frozen in shock, his jaw hanging open as he processed what you had just said. 
“I mean, only if you want to, I know it’s kinda fast and I don’t want you to feel pressured, but I- OH!” You shrieked as Javi locked his arms under your thighs, hoisting you up as you wrapped your legs around the small of your back, draping his arms around his shoulders. You could feel his smile against your skin as he peppered you with kisses, making you giggle and squeal as he spun you around the living room. 
“You’re really being serious?” He beamed at you, his grin stretching wide across his face as the tears welled behind his eyes. 
“Of course I’m being serious, ya goof. I love you, Jav.” Your face mirrored his as your happy tears streamed down your cheeks, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you hugged him tightly, Javi squeezing you closer to his chest as he held you.
“I love you so much. Fuck, of course I’ll move in with you. There’s nothing else I’d rather do than spend every day coming home to you. Me haces muy feliz. Eres más de lo que merezco. Tú y yo juntos por siempre, Osita."(You make me so happy. You’re more than I deserve. It’s you and me forever, Osita.) 
"Tú y yo contra el mudo, Javier Peña." (You and me against the word, Javier Peña.) 
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kastelixa · 5 months
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ Good Times for a Change
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title from ‘Please Please Please Let me Get What I Want’ by Deftones
Summary: Leon wants his bestfriend’s attention, but you’re too busy gaming.
cw: Reader has male body parts and is referred to as he/him, smut but no penetration, praise/degradation, Leon is a little condescending, dry humping, porn and very little plot lol, very causal so little to no sweetness/fluff. Maybe if you squint.
wc: 2,086
note: This is my second time writing smut, first time with a masc reader. So please excuse any shitty writing or accidental jumps LOL. Anyone can read this btw, just more masc leaning is all. Also, Leon and reader have that ‘it’s not gay I swear’ type of relationship LMAO. They’re in denial.
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It’s been hours already. Hours of you and Leon playing some random ass game you found online. You thought it would be fun, and it is! But you didn’t expect the levels to get progressively harder.
“ugh, fuck,” you grunt after losing yet again. Refraining from biting your tongue or screaming, you try again, clicking the ‘respawn’ option on the big red screen that taunts you with the words ‘YOU DIED’.
Leon huffed out a chuckle, “You’ve died like twenty times already. Give it a rest and just accept the fact that you suck.” he rolled his eyes good naturedly. Though, the twenty times comment was an exaggeration and he damn well knew it. Fucker is projecting.
“Shut up,” you groaned, thumbs mashing on the buttons of your controller, the noise almost obnoxious with how hard you’re going at it. “You’re just mad.” you add childishly, lips pursing into a pout and brows furrowing in concentration.
Leon scoffed, corner of his lips threatening to twitch into a smirk. Really, he loves when you get like this. All huffy and puffy over some stupid game. What’s not to like? Leaning back into the couch, he crosses his arms over his chest.
His eyes examined you intently, icy blues trailing over every feature on your frame. From the top of your hair to the shoes you were wearing. Unconsciously, he bites his bottom lip, unable to fight off the surge of desire that had his cock twitching in his pants.
You’re an attractive guy, and Leon knows that very well. Oh, he knows alright. After many years of friendship, he’d never think that he would harbor these intense feelings of lust for you. In fact, if someone told him years ago that he would have feelings for his best friend, he’d laugh his ass off.
Look at him now.
He inched closer, ignoring all your complaints about how the game is rigged. “Why don’t you just take a break?” he grumbles, eyes flickering back towards the TV screen, pretending to be just as engrossed in the game as you were. Without giving it much thought, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. The mere contact enough to make his cock jump in his pants yet again.
You narrowed your eyes at him, because how dare he even consider taking a break? Not thinking much of his sudden closeness, “No way, dude,” you scoff, “I’m not taking a break until I win.” It’s a stubborn declaration, one that Leon knows you’ll stick too.
You’re stubborn as hell, and it makes his brows furrow in slight irritation. But it amuses him nonetheless. His hand starts rubbing your shoulder gently, his skin rough yet somehow incredibly comforting. And suggestive.
“C’mon, just a small break,” he insists, “Please? Before your brain begins to seep out of your ears.” he teases with a light smirk, nudging you playfully with his shoulder. His hand starts to trail lower, subtly gliding down your arm.
You don’t notice. “Just, gimme like five minutes,” you mutter. Your posture is shitty as hell and your back is starting to hurt, but finishing this level is more important. Yes, very important.
Leon hums absentmindedly, his eyes focused on your face, watching for any awareness or reaction. His hand trails lower, fingertips grazing your skin with a feathery touch. His hand now lies on your lap, inching closer to the crotch of your pants.
That’s when you start to notice. Your brows twitch, nervously glancing towards Leon and then back at the TV screen. “What are you doing?” you mumbled warily, not thinking much of it. But still definitely nervous.
Before you could even process anything though, the heel of his palm pressed down onto your clothed cock, eliciting a choked noise from you. “L-leon,” you grunted, “not funny, dude.”
“I’m not trying to be funny.” Came his casual response, lips twitching into a knowing smirk. Asshole, yeah. Fucking knows what he’s doing. Knows you won’t do anything about it.
A grunt escaped your lips, cheeks heating up in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Damn, you don’t want to give him a reaction. Surely he’s trying to distract you. But the friction on your dick has it chubbing in your pants already, meaty shaft twitching in response to the heat emanating from Leon’s hand.
Leon briefly studies your reaction, liking what he sees. It’s intoxicating; makes him want more. Slowly, oh so slowly, he starts to grind his hand down, fingers searching the fabric of your pants until he finds what he’s been seeking. Which leads to him tracing the tip of your cock while his palm rubs on the rest.
Heat starts to trickle into your tummy, coiling up and fluttering like a butterfly’s wings. “Stop,” you try to grumble, but it comes off as more of a whine. Shit, he’s getting to you. Your hold on the controller falters, thumbs now just lazily gliding across the buttons.
You’re not even focused on the game anymore, unable to process the characters on the screen. Subtly, you start to roll your hips forward, soft noises escaping you. Though you try to be quiet to keep the rest of your dignity, you’re sure that’s long gone.
“Mhh, having fun on the game?” Leon chuckles lightly, eyes drifting back to the TV screen while still rubbing one out of you. God, sometimes you wish you could smack him upside the head, maybe then he’d stop being such an idiot.
“Looks like you’re losing.” He says, tone indicating that he’s amused. You huffed, brows furrowing in frustration. “No— ugh, fuck off…” you mumble, eyes hooded and head lolling back onto the couch. Fuck, you can’t do it. Can’t play this stupid game anymore.
Your grip falters completely, controller falling onto the floor with a loud clatter. Your hips buck forward freely, lazily rutting onto Leon’s hand. So needy. It’s like Leon’s seeing a whole new side of you, one that gets his dick going and his heart racing.
“Leon,” you whine, voice breathy and so, so, goddamn desperate. “Please,” you plead and beg shamelessly, bangs falling over your eyes, some strands sticking to your forehead. Precum lazily drools from the rosy slit on your cock, staining the front of your boxers and making them feel warm and sticky.
Craving more, you scooted closer to Leon, limbs feeling like jello. You almost fall on top of him, but you manage. Leon finds it all so cute. It’s like watching a puppy stumble and struggle getting to where it wants to be. Pathetically cute. Makes him want to deny you.
But that’d be mean. So his smirk turns into a soft smile, hand momentarily leaving your needy cock to help pull you onto his lap. You mewl delightedly, head dipping to bury your face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling into him like a lost little kitten seeking guidance.
Your hips undulate, seeking friction on the hard meat of Leon’s thigh. Whining and moaning like a needy mutt. Leon hums softly, enjoying just seeing you like this. It’s cute. Fucking pathetic. But it’s you. And he loves you. Loves how sloppy and clumsy you are when it comes to intimacy.
Deciding to help you out before you end up tuckering out, he rolls his hips forward, angling himself just right so that your crotches are aligned. You reward him with a whimper, eyes drooping with desire and heat. “God, please… more…”
“mhm,” he hums, lost in the look in your eyes. His hands hold onto your hips, firmly keeping you in place so that you don’t end up falling over. He starts to manipulate your movements, guiding your hips down in a continuous motion.
Your bodies lock together, rocking in a steady rhythm that has the both of you groaning out loud. Your tongue seeps out from your mouth, flattening against the soft skin on Leon’s neck to start lapping at it lazily. Your lips latch on, gently suckling and leaving pretty rose colored love marks. Ones that wouldn’t fade easily.
Leon grunts in response, eyes fluttering shut to focus on all the pretty noises that you made. “Fuck, yeah… that’s a good boy,” he murmured huskily, hips snapping forward greedily. Shamelessly moaning, you mewed and whimpered with each receiving thrust, attempting to match his pace and ferocity, but it’s sloppy at best.
“Leon, uhn.. uhn.. oh fuck, gonna make me cum,” You whine pathetically, so lost in a daze that you fail to notice the drool that trailed down the corners of your mouth. Leon notices though. Of course he does. It’s the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes again: the shiny saliva coating your pretty lips.
He hunched forward a little, lips locking onto yours. His slick tongue darted out to lick into your mouth, making loud lapping noises. He grazed the outlines of your teeth; the inside of your cheeks, memorizing it all. Suckling on your tongue, you both exchanged a mess of drool and spit. You swallowed all you could.
“Messy fucking boy,” Leon groaned, panting softly. Sweat and heat covered the both of you, making you both breathless. You only mew in response, too fucking dumb and horny to even think or say anything remotely coherent. How could you? The only head you’re thinking with is your dick’s.
Yeah, you’re really messy.
That rubber band feels just about ready to snap, the coil getting tighter and tighter. It spots your vision, stars exploding behind your eyelids. “Ohhh fuck, Leon! Leon! m’gonna cum,” you whined, noises becoming louder and needier. Could give a porno chick a run for her money.
Leon’s gonna cum too. Can feel it, the way his cock juts forward and leaks precum steadily. It hurts, with how tight his pants feel and all, but that only makes it so much better. He bets you would agree. He tries to speed up, but he’s already going as fast and as hard he can.
You’re too sloppy and slow, so he’s the one doing all the work. But that’s okay. You’re too dumb to try harder. Luckily, he’s okay with doing all the thinking for you. Instead, you press yourself harder into him until your bodies are flush together, cock to cock and chest to chest.
His hips rabbit into yours, until finally, your climax rams into you like a truck. With a loud yelp that devolves into a drawn out whiny moan, you cum hard, all into your pants. It stains the fabric, gradually creating one big, dark, sticky moist spot. All you can do is whimper and whine throughout it all.
Leon keeps going, “Fuck, fuck, yeah, take it,” he groans, grip tightening on your hips in a way that would surely leave some pretty bruises. He slams into you again and again, even as you start to slacken against him.
Finally, he growls, gritting his teeth as his own sweet release snaps, making him cream his pants in steady spurts. He slows down, grunting softly into the last few thrusts until he eventually comes to a stop, leaving the two of you heavily panting in exhaustion.
“So,” he speaks in between pants, voice breathless yet satisfied, “you ready to take a break yet?” he chuckles hoarsely, a grin gracing his handsome features.
“Shut up,” you mumble, voice muffled and face buried into his chest. There’s laughter in your voice, an almost giddy feeling that makes you feel light and spacey despite how tired you are. “You suck.”
“Says you,” Leon huffs, pausing briefly to check you out. “Should freshen up and probably change soon. It looks like you just pissed yourself.” he teases, eyes focused on the huge fucking wet spot on your pants. Looks like you were backed up, huh?
“Fuck you,” You laugh, rolling your eyes. Finally mustering up enough strength and energy to sit up, you reluctantly peel yourself away from his lap, deciding to sit besides him instead. “You’re no better.” you glare halfheartedly. As if he didn’t have a cum stain on his pants too. Sure does love to put you on the spot now does he?
“Yeah yeah,” Leon rumbles, “Let’s just shower now, it’s starting to stick.” he grimaces, shifting uncomfortably as he struggles to get up, pulling you along with him forcibly. Glancing back at you, he smirks. “Maybe a round two in there?”
“Absolutely not.” You laugh, elbowing his side playfully and speeding up to walk in front of him.
What a fucking lie.
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scekrex · 20 days
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Smut? Yes smut, hey, hello bby 🤭
Adam and reader just taking a stroll on Earth, simply to walk around and spend time together somewhere that isn't all light and overly brightly colourful Heaven (They got a permission from Sera, surprisingly lol, they promised to behave which is even more of a miracle and a phenomenon). Since they couldn't look like they normally do, halos, wings and etc. (Plus Adam's height, this bitch is a giant, I think he's like 10ft tall standing next to everyone and especially Alastor who's 7ft tall 💀) or even the eyes, even if they could pass as contact lenses, they just took their human forms like during the mission they got some time ago (Is this a continuation of the previous prompt? You bet your cute ass it is). They stumble upon the bar they were in during said mission and decided to go in, this time without the intention of getting hammered since they got reprimanded hard af by Sera for that, so they got like three, four lighter drinks before some tries to cozy themselves up to reader, clearly not caring about Adam literally having his arm around his husband's waist, shamelessly flirting and trying to get him to follow them to "have some fun". Adam being Adam, completely anxious and insecure about shit like this since it happened before immediately stands between the person and reader, telling them to fuck off before storming out of the bar with reader, quickly getting back to Heaven to fuck his brains out not to only calm down his insecurities and rage but to also make sure that his husband remembers who his heart (and ass) belongs to (Not as if we'd ever forget, btich we loyal in this house).
Muah 🤭😘
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My skilled fingers casted some magic and I present to you: Adam fucking your brains out. He does it quite well too (didn't expect any less from the Dickmaster himself)
Got Me Obsessed
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language, consensual sex, unprotected sex, blood
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
It was refreshing to escape heaven's bright colors and shiny lights for a night, while yes heaven was drop dead gorgeous and you were very grateful that you were allowed to spend eternity up there with Adam, it was nice to see earth again.
Your last visit had been nice too, yet it had ended with Adam and you all wet and drunk and though it had been fun, it wasn't something you planned on repeating all too soon because the headache that had held you in a chokehold the day after had been many things and pleasant wasn't one of them.
So when you two walked past the supermarket that you had stolen a shopping cart from the last time you had been here, you couldn't help but look at each other with the stupidest grin ever. Having Adam on eye level without his shiny halo and the golden wings framing his absurdly tall body was something you enjoyed more than you would admit. It was nice to just look sideways and be able to look him in the eyes, no tilting your head upwards, no him having to bend down. The golden eyes you missed though, they were the portal to the soul after all and while Adam's brown eyes suit him, they simply weren't the same.
And then the bar you had crashed on your last visit on earth came into view and you couldn't help but to grab Adam's wrist and pull him inside, “Not getting wasted today but we should drink to the fact that Sera gave us permission to visit earth again.” Adam hummed in agreement, he saw no point in denying the both of you one or two weaker drinks. So you both maneuvered your way through the bar, it was less crowded than it had been last time, there were only a few tables that were actually used. But you two didn't mind, you weren't there for people after all, you were there to have a drink. Or three.
Both of you sat down on the bar stools at the counter and while you ordered a sex on the beach, Adam went for a vodka tonic. The first man had his arm wrapped around your waist, his hand was lazily grabbing your side and your head was resting on his shoulder as a stranger approached you. He was a little smaller than Adam, had black, curly hair and green eyes that roamed over your body curiously. The brunette was quick to notice the other male approaching you and growled at the stranger, almost like a dog. You patted his thigh softly which caused his attention to shift from the man - who had decided to sit down next to you - to you. “Adam, it's fine,” you assured him with a small smile as you slightly tilted your head to look up to him, your head still on his shoulder.
“Heya, sweetcheeks,” the stranger started a conversation, his lips stretched into a sharp, hungry grin that you decided to ignore as you gave him a quick nod in return. “So what's a cutie like you doin’ ‘round here?” the stranger seemed to purposely ignore Adam because the hand that had been grabbing your side lazily only moments ago tightened. You lifted your head and pulled slightly away from Adam in order to have a proper conversation with the stranger. While for Adam it was obvious what the man's intentions were, you seemed oblivious. “Y’know, having a drink, enjoying the night, getting away from the struggles of life for a couple of hours,” you explained lazily as you took another sip from your drink. The man had the fucking nerve to put his hand on your thigh, “Bet I could help ya enjoy the night n forget about your daily life in no time, shawty.”
And that was when Adam got up and shoved himself between you and the stranger, his body knocking the man's hand away violently. “What the fuck dude, I was having a convo with that pretty babe here,” the black haired exclaimed in anger as Adam pulled you into his arm and lifted you up bridal style. Fuck that bar and fuck that dude too. He had seen enough. He had lost two wives because of some bastard that had flirted with them, had offered them things Adam could never. He wasn't going to let that happen to you too, he wouldn't let this fucking cunt touch you, let alone have you in every way possible.
“That fucking ‘pretty babe’ is my husband you fucking cunt, so go look for some cheap street whore if you want sex but don't you fucking dare and touch my man,” the bartender looked at Adam, then at the other guy, with a simply shrug he went back to work though. The stranger was about to respond but the first man had enough of it. If he would've had his wings he would've knocked the other guy off his chair with them as he stormed out of the bar, carrying you with him.
Your soft, warm hands cupped his cheeks and while he was still furious about what just had happened, he leaned into the loving touch within a heartbeat. “We’re going back to heaven,” Adam stated and with a snap of his fingers he opened a portal and stepped through it. “Already?” you whined. The alcohol you had been drinking seemed to have more of an effect on you than it had on Adam but you really didn't mind feeling a little dizzy. “That guy wanted to fuck you so badly it made him look absolutely fucking stupid,” Adam ignored your question and instead explained why you were heading back. With a quiet noise the portal closed behind the brunette and you found yourself in your bedroom. You grinned up at him as your eyes met the golden ones you loved so dearly. His wings were folded, pressed to the sides of his body and his halo was back where it belonged, on Adam's gorgeous head. He was also the fucking giant again but you really couldn't complain, not when he carried you over to the bed with such ease to drop you onto the soft mattress, your head landed on a pile of pillows and you sighed dreamingly as Adam crawled on top of you.
“That bastard wanted to fuck you and you fucking talked to him like it wasn't the most obvious thing,” the brunette made quick work of his own clothes before he stopped for a moment. His eyes asked for consent in a nonverbal way and you gave him a small happy nod to assure him he was good to continue. So his hands were onto the hem of your robe, “Seems like I have to remind you who your ass belongs to, and spoiler babes, it's not some horny bastard that craves drunken sex.” You let out a small giggle at the irony of it all because right now, Adam seemed to fit his own description quite well.
Your robes were hitting the floor sooner than you had expected them too, your underwear was quick to follow. Adam harshly grabbed one of the pillows that your head was resting on, yet he was careful not to hurt you. The pillow he had just grabbed was precisely placed under your hips to lift them up a little.
It seemed as if his body was on autopilot, he acted on instinct and nothing else. The urge to mark you up, claim you as his once more was too big to resist. He wanted the world to see who you belong to, he wanted those horny bastards to know better not to touch his babes. ”Mh, eager, are we?” you commented and your hands reached out for his hips, pulling them flush against your own and letting out a choked moan. Dear God, you would never get enough of that sensation, never. There was no way you would ever grow tired of how your body reacted to Adam's, or how Adam's body reacted to yours. Having sex with the first man always felt like the first time, it was never the same, always resulting in a post orgasm high for the both of you.
“Listen babes,” he made you snap out of your haze for a moment as your already fogged up brain processed his words, “I’m gonna fuck you, mark you up like the bitch you are for me and give you a fucking reminder that this,” he wrapped one hand loosely around your already hard dick, giving your erection a firm stroke down to the base. The moan you let out was the most beautiful sound he would ever be able to hear. You always sounded so magnificent when you got vocal for him and he adored it, always drowned in your pleas for more, more, more, for him to take you harder. His other hand slipped between the mattress and your ass, squeezing the soft flesh there in a teasing way, “And this belongs to me and fucking me only.” Your breath quickened and you whispered breathlessly, “Yes, yours.”
But as quickly as he had given you the blessing of friction, he took it from you. His hands roamed over your body, nails leaving angry red scratches all over your chest, scratches that would stay at least a week, if not longer. Oh you wanted them to last longer than a week. The feeling of Adam acting all possessive made your body shudder from overwhelming pleasure and your hands moved from his body to the sheets, grabbing the fabric tightly. You tried to ground yourself, tried your hardest to not back down so easily. But then Adam's lips crashed against your neck and your body reacted to that immediately. Your back arched for him in a delicious way only you could, your head was tilted upwards to extend the amount of room he had for hickeys and bite marks. Your brain felt as if it was wrapped up in cotton, the sounds of pleasure your body made for him to hear sounded dull, far away, but his voice was louder, deeper and dominanter than ever.
“Say it again,” he ordered, lust had not only clouded his glorious looking eyes but also his voice. You were able to hear how badly he wanted you without him having to say it and it was moments like these that you thought existing couldn't get any better. His hands held your hips down firmly, nails dug so deep into your skin that they broke the soft flesh, golden blood coated Adam's fingertips but neither of you cared, if anything it only added to the pleasure you both were feeling. Your hands that had been gripping the sheets tightly moved to his neck instead, your hands buried themselves in his soft, soft hair, giving it a light tug which earned you a small groan.
“I’m fuckin’ yours, Adam,” you moaned as he sunk his teeth into your skin. A bite mark formed right underneath your jaw, everyone would be able to see until it would eventually fade. You didn't want it to fade, you wanted him to mark you up permanently, so without giving your words a second thought you hummed, “Make it scar, please, make it permanent.” He seemed to actually think of denying you for a moment, concern had appeared in his eyes and you were not having it. You wrapped your legs around his hips, if he'd pin yours down, you'd drag him down with you you thought as you tighten your legs around him and your hips collided.
As if that had been the command he had been waiting for he brought his lips down onto the bite mark yet again, his soft lips parted and therefore exposed his teeth. He bit down again, harder than he had before until he tasted the sweetness of your blood on his tongue. Soon his entire mouth was coated in the delicious liquid that kept spilling from your body. When the brunette pulled slightly back to lick the blood from his lips you pulled into a kiss, to taste your own blood on his lips felt absolutely overwhelming.
Your hips kept rutting against his in steady motions, he was meeting your thrusts halfway through.
The golden liquid dropped onto the sheets and Adam was quick to lick it from your neck, there was simply no way he'd waste any more of it, he wanted it all, wanted all that your body had to offer. “Such a needy fucking bitch, aren't you?” You whined at that, your hips stuttered against his and all you could do to answer was nod. Yes you were his needy bitch, his good boy, his fucktoy. You were whatever he wanted you to be.
Your legs started to give out due to the pleasure your body was feeling and he used that to his advantage and lifted his hips again, yours were still pressed against the pillow underneath. “No,” you cried out at the lack of friction and desperately rutted up against nothing.
You needed him.
One hand left your hip and you saw him snap his fingers. The feeling you were expecting once that hand was back onto your hip, back to pressing it against the pillow was absolutely overwhelming yet not enough. You felt your insides stretch, Adam had decided to use his angelic powers for preparation this time. He rarely did that, usually enjoyed scissoring you open and eating you out, he only ever used his powers during sex when he knew he wouldn't be able to prepare you properly, when the lust had taken over and was fogging up his brain entirely. In order not to hurt you, he had used his powers. You secretly thanked the Lord for giving Adam these powers in the first place.
The snap of his fingers had also coated his dick in lube, that you were able to feel when he pressed the tip of his erection against your ass, slowly entering you. Your muscle stretched around him with ease and he slipped inside almost effortlessly. It really didn't take the brunette to bottom out inside of you and he started even sooner to move his hips. “Fuck,” you muttered, your nails scratched his scalp and he let out a quiet moan as he harshly moved his hips back and forth. The angle always changed as the self claimed dickmaster was trying to aim for your sweet spot.
A loud moan erupted from your body and your ass chased his dick once he had found it. “Adam,” you moaned his name, you wanted more of that feeling, more of him. You wanted his hand on your dick, maybe even your mouth, you wanted him to keep fucking you like a wild animal, “Adam, please.” His head moved closer to your ear, hot breath was hitting your already warm skin and his voice made you shudder violently, “Yes, babes?”
Your body responded by moaning his name yet again, asking for more without actually saying it, begging him to touch you without actively asking for it. The dried blood on your neck felt weird when his breath ghosted over it and the thought of a scar on your neck, visible for all eternity was driving you insane in the most glorious way possible. “Please, more,” you asked of him, as you tried to use his belly for friction - but to no avail.
The constant penetration of your prostate made you clench around his dick and Adam gasped at the sudden tightness that was surrounding him. “Close, so close,” you informed him and that made a sickly sweet idea bloom inside his head, “Good. Because you're gonna cum untouched for me.”
The pure thought of it made your dick throb and it only took a few more seconds for you to actually come undone. The sticky white liquid splashed onto his stomach, covering both of your soft skin in a warm coat of cum. The heat around Adam's dick tightened once again and he kept fucking into you at a brutal pace.
One thrust, two thrusts and then he filled you up all nicely. The energy he had only moments before was gone and he stilled inside of you as his cum painted your insides white. His wings were puffed out, the golden feathers spread, making him look holy. You couldn't help but smash your lips against his, catching him in yet another bruising kiss that drew a moan from him.
He slowly moved his hips back in order to pull out, a small whimper fell from your lips but was quickly kissed away by him. He slid down your body until his face was right next to your dick and you were about to ask what the fuck he was doing but your train of thoughts was interrupted when his mouth opened up and his lips wrapped around the head of your dick, sucking it clean from the cum. He didn't stop there though, he slowly worked himself towards the base, then released your now soft dick to lick the messy white from your stomach. While he did so, his eyes were focused on your face, on the emotions that were on display and, oh dear Lord, you were looking fucking fantastic.
Once the white had been removed by his tongue, he snapped his fingers yet again in order to clean both of you properly. Adam came back up to lay down next to you, his arms were open, inviting you for cuddles and you were quick to roll over and cuddle up against his chest. “I love you,” he hummed against your hair and kissed your head softly. “Love you too, big guy,” you gave his chest a light pat and placed a small kiss on it too.
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littlemoon-beam · 9 months
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Idea because I'm reading through all your writings and absolutely loving them all;
"you don't need to earn my affection" RainDrop, maybe Dews had some very *rocky* relationships in the past and has trouble asking when he needs affection, especially after a rough day and feels like he needs to earn even something as simple as a hug
Maybe he feels he needs to give sexual favors for it, could be a little thing where Dew pushes himself and has a small breakdown during sexy time, agreeing to a rougher scene because he knows he'll be taken care of after even if it's only being cleaned up and that's what he truly wants but he can't mentally handle it
If youre not comfy completely I understand!! Don't feel pressured 🫶 -🌱
Hi angel!! So sorry this took so long to get to, I hope you enjoy 🖤🖤🖤🖤
Past unhealthy relationship, Dew pushing himself in a scene, face slapping, un-named past ghoul.... Also, murder ghoul Rain kinda popped in a little at the end. Like hello sir? Where did you come from? (No actual murder but he talks about it)
Dew's on his knees in front of Rain, hands braced on his knees, nails digging into the skin.
The water ghoul has his fingers fisted in Dewdrop's pretty hair, strands wrapped around his fingers like rings. His other hand rears back again and the slap is sharp and loud in the silence of the room.
His face was on fire, the sticky trail of tears only seeming to amplify the sting of Rain's palm.
Dew's head rocks to the side from the force of it. His jaw aches from how hard he's been clenching it, he tastes blood from his lip.
He's slipping, slipping farther and farther away. It's like he's wandered to the middle of the lake and just let himself start to sink to the bottom. The edges of his sight start up darken and his breaths grow sharp and frantic. He can't hear anything over the crashing waves of his blood in his ears.
He feels another slap but only vaguely. He wonders if Rain's almost done? Had he had his fun yet? He hopes he will pick him up and pound into him furiously so then maybe, maybe if he'd pleased Rain enough he'll hold him.
Even just for a second...
He doesn't hear Rain say his name, he barely recognizes when his hands grip his face softly.
He feels Rain shake him a little, jostling his brain out of the fog enough to see Rain on his knees, suddenly eye level with the fire ghoul.
"Dew? Baby, can you hear me?"
He feels himself nod, feels more tears spill hotly down his cheeks. The broken noise Rain makes shoots straight into his heart.
"You don't have to stop. I can take it." His voice is hoarse, like he hadn't spoken in years.
"Dew-" Rain is standing and pulling Dewdrop up with him, forcing him back and into his bed, the scent of Rain enveloping him completely.
Dew braces himself, waits for Rain to open his legs and push into his body. He's just gotta be good a little longer...
Rain slides in beside him and pulls Dew into his chest, arms around him and lips pressing to the top of his head.
"I'm so sorry, Dew. I'm so sorry I didn't notice-" his voice cracks, breaks off at the end.
"S'fine. Don't need to stop just-"
"Dewdrop..." He lifts Dew's face softly until the fire ghoul meets his eyes. "What's going on?"
He thinks back to the start of the day. Rain had been pissed off since he woke up, everything just grating on his nerves. He remembers the far off look in Dew's eyes before he offered himself up for Rain to use to vent his frustration.
They'd done this countless times, Dew himself had bent Rain over and pounded into him mercilessly several times...each enjoying the fast pace and then the slow come down laying against each other with slow kisses and soft hands...
But this was different.
"Dew?"
"Wanted you to feel better." He shrugs. "Wanted to...be with you."
"You could have been with me without pushing yourself like this."
"Gotta earn it."
He not only hears but feels the sharp breath Rain pulls in, sees the way his eyes cloud over and how bitter his scent goes.
"Did I-have I made you feel that way, Dewdrop?"
Dew whimpers at the pain suddenly pouring off of the water ghoul. Fuck he can't do any right...
"No-"
"Why would you think you have to earn anything from me?"
Dew doesn't want to talk about this, he doesn't want to pick at old scars and have them ripped wide open again. He can't stop the sob that rips it's way up out of his throat, he can't stop the shaking that overtakes him when the memories flood his brain.
'"Take it, this is what you're here for."
"Shut the fuck up, put that mouth to better use!"
"Don't look at me like that, you know what this is."
"On your knees, Dewdrop, that's where you belong."
"Go clean yourself up, you're a fucking mess.*
"Shut the door when you leave."
"Oh sweetheart..." Rain holds him tighter, runs his beautiful fingers through Dews hair. "I've got you."
"Don't leave-Rain please don't leave. I can be good-"
"Stop." Rain's voice is firm. "I'm not leaving you, not ever. You don't have to earn my affection, you have it, you always have it, Dewdrop."
Dew's not sure how to take that. He knows Rain loves him, knows the water ghoul will always take care of him but sometimes he doesn't fully understand why. Why would Rain just give and give if Dew had done nothing to deserve it?
"I'm so sorry someone hurt you like this." He kisses his forehead softly. "You didn't deserve that. Whatever they told you is a lie."
"But-"
"Dewdrop, you deserve love. You don't earn it, it's given freely." He pulls Dew's face into his neck, right against his scent gland and he feels the little ghoul start to relax against him. "I'm going to kill whoever it was, Dew. Going to rip them apart."
"He's already gone..."
"Pity. Wanted to gut him for you, rip his throat out-"
Dew shivers at the idea and Rain tightens his hold, calming himself down quickly.
"You're mine."
Dew sighs when the words settle over his skin. "Yours."
Dew drifts off there against Rain's neck, the water ghoul petting his hair and whispering soft, sweet words into his ear, planting seeds in the barren spaces of Dews mind, in the places someone had burned to ash.
Maybe he'd ask Aether or Mountain, maybe he'd find out where the other ghoul had gone...
He ran his tongue over his fangs to soothe the ache in them. He'd find him if it was the last thing he ever did. Dewdrop deserved it.
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"Family Video" ~ S. Harrington
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Summary: When Steve's daughter, Lori offers to help him close up shop, the two run into a rather pretty customer. Lori is determined to make Steve talk to said pretty customer.
Pairing: Single Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,018
Content Warning: mentions of food, honestly i think that's it but as always, lmk if i missed anything!
Genre: v domestic, fatherly Fluff 🥺
Extra Notes: none that i can think of!
Based On: nothing in particular but the idea of a series like this was initially sparked by my read-through of @luveline's "Eddie and Roan" series 🫶🏻
Originally Written: 10/12/2022
Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold
honeysuckleharringtons main masterlist can be found here!
single dad!steve blurbs masterlist can be found here!
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The jingle of the front door bell of Family Video rang loudly, prompting Steve to let out an aggravated sigh.
Normally, it wouldn't have irritated him that much, after all it was his job, but the fact that it was only seven minutes until closing was enough to agitate him beyond comparison.
"Welcome to Family Video," he said, managing to sound much more polite than he felt.
"Daddy!" a high-pitched voice rang throughout the store, accompanied by the pitter-patter of tiny feet.
Steve's agitated expression from before melted away as he squatted down. The tiny girl sprinted toward him, landing directly in his arms.
He left a kiss on her hairline, lifting her up to his chest as her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. "Mwah," he chuckled against her head. "How's my Lori-girl?"
Max followed closely behind the girl, a smile sitting on her lips. "Excited to see you as always," she answered for the child.
Steve slightly pulled away from Lori, his eyebrows raising as he asked, "Did you have fun with Max today?"
"Mhm," she answered, nodding her head with all the power her little body possessed. "She took me to Bradley's and let me pick out whatever snack I wanted."
"Well, wasn't that nice of Max?" he asked, shooting a thankful look toward the redhead. "What'd you pick?"
"Goldfish," she answered matter-of-factly.
"Those are my favorite too! Are you gonna share 'em with Daddy?"
Her lips scrunched as she thought about her answer, eventually nodding in response.
"They're in her bag," Max spoke up, placing the Care Bears themed bag on the counter, "along with a finger painting she did yesterday that finally finished drying and her Scooby-Doo."
"Thank God," he exhaled, "she nearly had a meltdown when she couldn't find it last night."
"Well, I took very good care of him for you last night, Lori," she smiled, kissing the three-year-old on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweet girl."
"Bye-bye, Maxi," she grinned back, watching as Max walked out the front door of Family Video.
Steve swung the girl around to his back, piggybacking her around the store as he put away the last of the tapes.
"I wanna help," Lori pouted, her tiny palms digging into the hair that sat near his neck.
He chuckled at her efforts to seem more grown-up, placing a tape in her hands and pointing to its spot on the shelf.
"I thought child labor was banned in the United States," a voice giggled from the end of the aisle.
The two looked in the direction of the voice, their eyes landing on a woman around Steve's age, who was holding a copy of Flashdance in one hand and Footloose in the other.
Steve let out an awkward chuckle, unsure how to respond.
The lady walked closer, a playful smile sitting on her lips. "You know, I'm having a hard time choosing which one I should pick," she said.
A silence came over the room for a beat. Suddenly, the lady's eyes lit up, her expression signaling that a light bulb had gone off in her brain. "I know! Why don't you pick for me, little lady?"
A blush made its way to Lori's cheeks. "Hmmm," she hummed, "That one."
The woman watched as Lori's finger pointed directly at Footloose, prompting her to place the other tape back in its place. "Ring me up?" she asked, directed at Steve.
"Sure thing," he managed, a matching crimson appearing on his own cheeks.
Lori tugged on her father's hair as the three walked over to the checkout counter, signaling that she wanted his attention.
"Hmm?" Steve asked, sitting his daughter down on the counter beside the register.
"Do you think she's pretty, Daddy?"
Steve blushed even harder than he already was. "Lorraine," he scolded, avoiding eye contact with the both of them.
"I think she's pretty," she smiled, turning to look at the woman.
"Thank you," she smiled, her own cheeks heating up. "I think you're pretty too."
Steve continued to scan the movies the lady had placed on the counter, secretly praying his daughter would drop the current conversation.
"Curious minds wanna know: do you think I'm pretty?" the woman asked, internally astonished by her sudden boldness.
His eyes grew wide as he considered his answer. He stayed silent, sliding the tapes into the plastic bag.
He could barely manage a, "Thank you for choosing Family Video," as he slid the bag across the counter to her.
She started her trek toward the door, a pout tugging at her lips. "That's too bad. I think you're quite handsome," she said, lingering near the door.
Steve blushed once more before replying, "I do! Uh, th-think you're pretty, that is," he stuttered as he walked around the counter. "I was just a little flustered. Lori doesn't usually put me on the spot like that."
Lori giggled from her spot on the counter. "I could tell you thought she was pretty, Daddy, so I wanted to make sure you told her before she left."
His lips scrunched as he turned back to his daughter. "You cheeky little girl," he pretended to scold her, burying his face in her tummy and blowing a raspberry.
Lori's shrieks could probably be heard all throughout Hawkins, her silky tufts swaying as she attempted to squirm away from him.
The lady grinned as she watched their interaction, slipping closer to the door.
"Wait!" Steve called, turning back to face her.
"Hmm?" she asked as she stopped mid-step.
"I didn't catch your name," he said, feeling more bold than he had earlier.
"Y/N," she answered with a half-smile. "Thank you for help, Steve."
And with that, she headed out the door, leaving Steve a little shaken up by the whole conversation.
Lori scooted closer to the edge of the counter, pulling herself up onto Steve's back. "You should ask her on a date," she commented. "She's pretty and really sweet."
"You're feeling extra bold today, Lori-girl," was what fell from his lips, but what he really meant was, "I might just take you up on that."
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OK, I know this isn't exactly what you guys were expecting me to post today... however, I hope this can be seen as a nice lil peace offering until I do get a chance to post the next Whumptober fic.
I wish I had a good reason I didn't post the next Whumptober fic today. The only reason really is that I ran out of inspiration and put it off until it was too late.
The plan now is to either post it some time over the weekend or double-post on Monday when I post the next next fic.
In the meantime, I hope you guys enjoyed this lil blurb! I am so so so excited for this series and all the ideas I have for it! I hope you guys are just as excited as I am!
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buckybarnesb-tch · 8 months
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One Little Trip to the ER Pt.3
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Yandere!Klaus M. -ER Doctor
Warning: 100% non/con in this, Do Not Read if that bothers you. Somnophilia, Exhibitionism, Breeding Kink (I may have actually gone a little overboard on the breeding kink but whatever, it’s a Yandere fic, it’s fine)
DD:DNE
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Anger.
It’s the only emotion Klaus could feel as he stared over the landing to the front door, seeing his brother there with his girlfriend and a duffel bag.
‘Come on brother. Katherine missed you, besides, you think I’m going to trust anyone but you with her when she’s ill? I need you to look her over, I think she might have strep throat.’
He rolled his eyes so hard he nearly saw his brain, Katherine got a sore throat more than a child who puts everything in their mouth and one can only guess why.
‘Alright. Living room.’ He walked down the stairs, grabbing his bag and grabbing his flashlight and a tongue depressor. Katherine plopped herself down onto Klaus’ lap as she always had and he quickly saw that her tonsils were swollen. ‘Swollen tonsils and a fever.’ He noted. ‘Anything else hurting you sweetheart?’ She shook her head, toying with Klaus’ hair comfortably and he thought nothing of it, Elijah having her trained to do everything he said to and he had always ensured she was comfortable with his siblings. Klaus sometimes thought she saw him as a fun uncle who gave her lollipops. ‘I can give you a script for an antibiotic but if this keeps happening the tonsils will have to come out.’ Elijah nodded, sighing and just as he was about to respond he was cut off.
‘Daddy?’ Everyone turned to see Y/n beside the couch staring at Katherine on his lap, tears filling her sweet eyes. ‘What-wha…?’
‘Oh, no! No, no! This is Katherine, I told you about Elijah and Katherine yesterday, remember? I’m checking her throat because it’s sore, that’s all.’ He showed her the small piece of wood before shoving Katherine onto the couch and jumping up to lift his Kitten into his arms, her crying face too much for him to bear. ‘It’s okay Princess, Daddy’s all yours, you know that…don’t you?’ He whispered and she sniffles, nodding her head.
‘Sorry…’ her sniffles were squeezing his heart painfully.
‘No sorries Babygirl, I understand what it looked like. Daddy would never do that to you.’ Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist and held to him tighter.
‘Want you to love me now.’ She mumbled and his eyes widened. Since yesterday morning she had been needy for him but he couldn’t say he minded as she was just as needy for his tongue and cock as she was for his snuggles.
‘Do you want my tongue or my cock, hmm kitten?’ He watched the blush on her face grow but didn’t allow her to hide in his neck. ‘Come now love, you’re not being a very good girl by not telling me what you need, are you?’
He knew that would get her. She’s far more desperate to be good than she is to keep herself from being embarrassed. ‘Cock…’ She mumbled.
‘What was that?’
‘Want Daddy’s Cock!’ She whined loudly from where she was now pressed to his jugular. Klaus could see his brother staring at the girl in his arms and he could practically see him drooling leaving Klaus with a smirk on his face as he sat in the loveseat and settled Y/n on his knees while he freed his cock from the pajama pants and boxers.
‘Come on Princess, I know you have no panties on under my shirt, show Daddy’s guests what a good girl you are for me.’ He could see how nervous she was but he could also see how turned on she happened to be and he loved it. She lifted her shirt to show him her pussy, leaking against his pants and he could practically taste her sweetness. ‘You can do it.’ Her hand took ahold of his cock and pressed it to her dripping hole before sinking down onto him, encasing him into her slick heat. ‘Oh Princess…’
‘Daddy…so good…’
‘Keep going.’ He told her before looking passed her back to his brother. ‘Is there anything else you needed or are you going now?’ He wondered, ensuring his brother sees how good a girl he had gotten himself, the same brother who said he would never have a girl as obedient as he did since he worked so much.
‘Oh, I think we’re going to stay for a night or two, I’m intrigued by your girl, I’d like to…get to know her more.’ Klaus knew exactly what his brother meant and he wanted to stab him in the eye.
‘No.’ He stated with finality while thrusting up into his girl and dragging a needy moan from her throat making his brothers eyes harden.
‘Niklaus…’ He knew he wasn’t going to win this, not since Elijah had let him fuck Katherine after he took her, they had made a deal a long time ago before Klaus could have imagined Y/n and he owed his brother a “turn”. He held up one finger behind her back and his brother smirked, clearly happy to have won before Y/n whined desperately letting him know she was close as she tightened on his cock.
‘Tell Daddy what you want Babygirl? Tell me!’
‘Want Daddy to fill me up! Want Daddy’s babies! Please Daddy?! Please?!’ She cried out loud, too high on her own pleasure to care about anyone else right now and he was living for it.
‘Fuck Princess! Daddy’s gonna plug you up and keep you full forever! Gonna get my baby growing in this belly by tomorrow. Fuck!’ He cursed, cumming and pressing her down onto him as far as she could go as she clamped down on him herself.
She snuggled into his neck right away, exhausted from only sleeping a few hours through the night.
‘Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?’ She nodded into his neck frantically. ‘Daddy’s good girl is tired, isn’t she?’ She hesitated before shaking her head slowly making his fingers dig into her flesh. ‘Don’t you dare try and lie to me, I can see it-‘
‘Yes Daddy. I’m sleepy.’ She admitted and he smiled, tilting her head and pecking her lips and lifting her into his arms. ‘My daddy?’ She asked and he just smiled.
‘Of course Babygirl, I’m all yours, no one else’s. Now let’s get you something to help you sleep with no bad dreams, hmm?’ He laid her in his bed and fished out a white pill to hand to her which she took, immediately trusting him and making him feel a bit bad for what he’s about to do.
They cuddled like that in his bed with her resting on his shoulder until she was truly out cold and snuggled into his side. He pulled her shirt off and laid her onto the covers carefully before kissing her lips and leaving the room and going down to get his brother.
‘She’s asleep, out cold. Don’t hurt her, I don’t want any marks, and if you finish inside of her I will cut your heads off, both of them starting with your cock head.’ He tilted his head, confused.
‘Why am I hiding this? I want her to know-‘
‘I don’t treat my girl like you do Kat, if you want this she never knows, that’s the deal. If you want to argue I’ll stop treating Kat and you’ll have to take her to a real doctor, the kind that asks questions about scars and kidnapping victims.’ Elijah glared before shrugging angrily and moving to the stairs.
Klaus didn’t want to watch his brother fuck his girl but he couldn’t leave them alone either, ending up on the couch in the room and hating himself for indulging in Katherine when Elijah had first taken her. If he hadn’t he wouldn’t have to share his precious Princess with anyone ever again. He had to remind himself more than once that he couldn’t actually kill his brother as every noise he made was like nails on a chalkboard to Klaus. He wanted to ask himself how Elijah allowed other men to fuck Kat without a second thought but he knew that wasn’t accurate, it was only ever him and maybe Kol, and it was because it helped Elijah have total control over her, letting him know his girl would do anything to make him happy. Klaus thought he would have wanted the same thing but while he wanted total control over her, she gave it to him willingly.
By the time Elijah was done Klaus was very close to having to hide his body and his big brother seemed to know not to push anymore, thanking him for the checkup before getting the fuck out of his way. He would check in in a few weeks and they would be fine again, of that they were both sure.
Klaus cleaned Y/n up before dressing her in fresh pajamas and holding her to him, sleeping beside her once again before she woke up, hungry.
‘So I was thinking that I should maybe look for a job today? Do you get a newspaper or-‘
‘Why would you want to do that?’ He asked, not wanting her out of his sight, especially not while she carry’s his child which he’s sure she will very soon.
‘I can’t just live off of you, and I need to go-‘
‘You need to go upstairs and relax, you need to spend the rest of your life happy and healthy and all mine. I don’t want to share you.’ He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding onto her with his chin on her shoulder. ‘You’re mine. Especially with my baby in here.’ He rested his hand on her belly and she giggled.
‘I’m not pregnant.’
‘We don’t know that yet. And with how often we seem to be trying you will be soon. Stop trying to leave me, I’m not your ex, I want to take care of you, not control you.’ Thank God for Klaus she doesn’t seem to know the difference.
‘In that case I wish I still had my phone, an app could have told me when I’m ovulating.’ She joked but he instantly got excited.
‘Get your cute little ass up to my bed, I’ll be there in a minute.’ He smacked her ass and she squealed, running toward the stairs. He quickly cleaned up before going to his office and opening her phones period tracking app to see the dates she’s ovulating. As he did he realized they were right in the middle of the 5-6 day window and he turned off her phone, hightailing it back up the stairs to his room to find his girl laying back on the pillows. He closed the door behind him, locking eyes with hers and smiling as she blushed, lifting the shirt that covered her to reveal her pussy to his eyes. ‘So perfect. How is it that you have such a perfect little cunt?’
‘Daddy…please?’
‘Please what? Tell Daddy what you want.’ He warned, lifting his shirt off and spreading her legs.
‘Babies…want Daddy’s babies! Please? Please Daddy?‘
‘Is that it? You want Daddy to fill you up?’ He lined his cock up with her hole and thrust into her roughly. ‘You want Daddy to fill your pussy up with my cum?’
‘Yes Daddy! Want you to fill my hole! I’m so empty Daddy, never felt so full with you-‘
‘Oh Babygirl. You haven’t felt full yet, Daddy’s gonna fill you up until you’re leaking out around my cock.’ He thrust down into her hard and he wasn’t set on making her cum like he was before, all he needed right now was to pump her full of his cum until there was no room left and so that’s what he did. ‘Gonna fill your belly up Princess!’ She whined as he pinned her, thrusting into her before cumming and making sure not to spill a drop before beginning to move again.
‘Daddy.’ She whimpered, pulling him down to kiss her before he began biting at her neck feeling her tighten around him but ignoring it as he needed something else right now.
‘Daddy’s here. Gonna plug you up Princess, Daddy’s gonna shove a plug in this pussy and keep you full of me. Just let Daddy use you!’ She whined, crying out as he thrust harder. Her eyes were rolling back in her head and he loved the drool that was leaking from the side of her mouth.
‘Babies?’
‘That’s right Princess. Daddy’s gonna give you babies, gonna fill you up with them.’
‘Yes! Please fill me up Daddy!’
‘Don’t worry Princess, Daddy’s gonna give you his babies. You’re gonna hold them right in here for me like a good girl!’ His hand rested on her stomach as he bit into her neck again.
Klaus filled her pussy up 9 times that night. When he needed a break he plugged her pussy up before he went right back to fucking his cum into her until there was no chance in hell she wasn’t having his baby. Y/n wasn’t bothered for a second that he was so focused on filing her, it actually seemed to turn her on even more.
Either way Klaus is 100% sure she is pregnant, and if by some miracle she’s not, he has 2 more days to get her that way. It’s going to be a fun few days, and his girl was never getting away from him now.
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yourjughead · 2 months
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Attack Dog pt. 4
Sweet Pea X Reader enemies to lovers
A/N: I really like this part, finally some contact going on hehehe
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Sweet Pea POV
“Sweeeeeeet peaaaaaaa, moove overrrr I'm coming in-'' he slurred and stumbled past. What the hell is going on? He crashed onto my makeshift bed and stretched.
“-I amm having a sleeeeeep over here, the Seniors haveeen comman-commaannnder-commandereeed fuck it, they took my housee” I looked out the front door and watched some very drunk, very big men crowd into his trailer and close it. I went to object to him but he was already passed out on my sofa.
“Sweet Pea what's going on?” YN said smaly from my room. I quietly rushed to her and into my room.
“Jones kinda stole my digs after the seniors took his….do you mind if I stay in here?”
“I mean it's your room sooo I can just make my way home”
“No no stay, I don't know who's still around outside and besides it's freezing” there was little to no space between the two of us. It was difficult to fight my urge to lean into her. I forced myself to take a step back from her, taking a pillow from the bed and throwing it on the floor.
“Just sleep in the bed with me Snake Brain, your old man back will break sleeping on the floor” she shuffled back to the bed and slipped under the covers on my side of the bed. My side. I slid in next to her trying not to completely freak out that I was legitimately sleeping with the enemy. Both our eyes were locked onto the ceiling. I should really paint up there.
“What happened with you and Jughead earlier?” I couldn't help myself, I had to say something to take the weird tension away from between us.
“He told me I abandoned him and it was my fault he had to join you guys” she exhaled the words out. Fault? As if we're the worst thing in the world to happen to anyone. I have all the right to kick his ass from my sofa.
“Just leave him sleep Sweet Pea, you won't get anything out of him now” was she inside my head? I moved gently in the bed at this thought.
“You're not exactly hard for me to read Sweet Pea, relax” she laughed a little but I didn't relax. How was I so easy to read? No one has ever said that before. She rolled onto her side to face me, hands tucked up under the side of her face.
“What else did he say?”
“That I should have fought harder to come home sooner….that I might have been able to save him from you guys…basically it's my fault I'm upset” save him from us? Save him from us?! I went to move from the bed, I was gonna kick him out I don't care. I was stopped by the feeling of YNs hand wrap into mine beneath the sheets.
“Just leave it Sweet Pea, defend your honour tomorrow after you sleep-” she yawned out.
“-besides it'll be a lot more fun to shout at him when he's fighting his hangover” she gave a mischievous smile as her eyes gently closed. She's still holding my hand….I'm still holding hers….why are we still holding hands and why don't I want to let go?
I laid awake for half an hour staring at the peeling paint of the roof. The pain in my shoulder growing from my unmoving hand was getting hard to ignore as YN slept peacefully next to me. Caught between my dying nerves and the dying want to not let go I quickly rolled towards her, releasing her hand and catching it with my other. I misjudged the distance between us and clocked her straight into the head with my own as I did. She dropped my hand to place it on her forehead. Damn it.
“You're such a freak” she laughed, rubbing her forehead and then rolled in closer to me, draping an arm across my waist and gently pulling herself into me, resting her head between the pillow and my chest. Great. This is great. This is also very confusing. Again, it was like she read my thoughts, even half asleep and she sat up, leaning on an elbow to look at me.
“Sorry I… I don't know why I did that”
“It's okay YN…it was actually comfortable…I'm okay with it if you're okay with it” she gave me a smile I never wanted to see leave her. She has to know that that was difficult for me to admit. She rolled to face out towards the wall and for a moment I thought Id left myself be vulnerable to the wrong person, that she'd laugh and reject me, call me the silly snake brain I was and leave. But no. She didn't. She instead shuffled down into the bed and laid her back flat against my chest. I cautiously moved my arm to cross her waist and she caught hold of it to move it faster and then held it there with her own. Am I asleep? Is this a dream? Am I being punked?
I nestled my chin against the top of her head, pulling her closer into me, tangling our legs. So close to me…..oh shit too close she's too close. I shuffled a little to try to hide the part of me that was betraying any sense of secrecy I had about my changing feelings to YN. She just moved back to where she was, no hiding from her. I could almost feel her whole body smirking as she gently rubbed little circles with her thumb on the back of my hand. Damn it she's winning.
“You're not…hard to read Sweet Pea” yup, she's definitely smirking at me. I tried to push the embarrassment out of my voice before speaking. She's not gonna win this one.
“Well I hardly think that's surprising, I already told you what I think needs to happen for you to relax” I barely whispered, it was her body's turn to…stiffen in the bed alongside me. Point Sweet Pea. I slowly moved my mouth to hover above her neck. We were both so still, I could almost see the hairs on her neck stand on their end. My lips met her neck almost painfully gently. I began to kiss her there until she rolled her head back slightly to allow me more access. I then started to nip her neck, sucking gently as I went. Her own body betrayed her then as she gave a small moan of approval. Point Sweet Pea.
She didn't let my point advantage last very long as she began to push herself into my growing length, a low growl escaping me before I reburied myself in her neck, more feverishly this time. Her hand wrapped tighter around mine on her chest as she grinded into me, encouraging me on. Electric, I was being electrified by her. She rolled more on to her back and I was hovering above her. I didn't really think then, I just leaned down and met her lips with mine. Truly electric. I'm kissing YN. This went further than I thought it would. This is going to go further than I thought it was. She must have had the same thought separating from me. Sex is one thing, kissing someone like that and feeling how we did while kissing during sex is another thing.
“I…didn't mean to….I shouldn't have…” I didn't know what I was saying, almost begging her with my eyes to say anything.
“I-” she was cut off by the sound of Jones sneezing from the sitting room, causing us both to jump. I had completely forgotten he was out there. We were about to…I don't know what we were about to do but we were gonna do it with him out there.
“Night Sweet Pea” was all YN said, rolling away from me again to face the wall, this time not taking my arm with her. Fuck.
I didn't sleep for the rest of the night, the thought of what could have been controlling me. I don't think she was asleep either but I didn't challenge her on it. Fuck.
I got up and got dressed, heading into the kitchen for coffee as the sun hit the inside of the trailer. Jones sat up extremely groggily and groaning. Karma.
“Morning” I smiled at him, only getting a huff in return.
“Sweet Pea I'm gonna go before Jughead wa-” YN whispered as she entered the living area. Not quiet enough. Jones' head shot to hers then to mine and back again. If he wasn't green before he certainly was now. I didn't know what to think or where to look. Karma? YN just looked down briefly at her feet, surely just trying to take any break from his giant eyes. Then she looked back, directly at him.
“Morning Jughead, I gotta say, I kinda get the Serpent thing” she beamed. Oh she's evil, she's really really evil, she would make a great Serpent. She then practically bounced out of the trailer, leaving me back to face the brunt of his darkened eyes. Point YN.
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pretty please can I have a (smutty) ~1969 roger x reader blurb where they’re both students and reader is trying to convince roger to actually study for some dentistry exams (since we know he didn’t really bother much with that LMAO)
could maybe go down the ‘roger would rather have sex so reader uses that to motivate him to study’ route? or just whatever comes to your mind really, I love everything you write ❤️
btw no worries if you’re not able to / don’t want to, my imagination has got me this far haha (or I’ll just read curtains for the 50th time 💀)
oh this was a fun prompt! hope you like it as much as curtains 😜
“Mesial. Front surface of a tooth. Distal is the back surface.” You mumbled to yourself, double checking your notes to make sure you were correct. A sudden knock interrupted your revision. The familiar beat against the door told you exactly who it would be (even his knocks had rhythm) but all the same you were a little surprised that Roger had come to your dorm room.   “You should be studying.” you said once you’d let him in, though you softened the words with a quick kiss.  “I was trying to, but then I thought some hands-on research would probably help it all make better sense.” As he spoke, Roger turned and wrapped his arms around your waste, pulling your hips to his and leaving you with no doubt what sort of research he meant.   You didn’t want to encourage his behaviour, but it was hard to resist as he kissed you properly.   It took a moment to clear your mind of his lips and everything they were capable of, but you somehow found the power to break the kiss, though you let him keep hold of your hips for now “We need to study, Rog.”  “Pfft, I’m thinking of changing courses anyway.”  “I know but you should still do some study for this exam in case you can’t get into a new course straight away. Failing would be really bad. You can stay here though and study with me. We can quiz each other!”  Roger raised an eyebrow flirtatiously.  “Not that,” you laughed, perfectly used to (and very grateful for) your boyfriend’s libido.  “You know there’s this theory that sex can boost brain performance. Maybe if we fucked it’d help me focus on dentistry.”  You rolled your eyes and Roger poked his tongue out as a comeback.  “It wouldn’t just be for me though. You’d get a brain boost too.” Before you say anything about his attempts at seduction Roger continued, “Besides, I’ve tried studying. Nothing’s sticking. I think the only way I’m likely to remember any of it is if it’s written on a pair of tits.”  You frowned, his disheartened tone and self-depreciating words a cause for concern, though you tried to keep your response lighthearted, “Surely that’ll just distract you in the exam with thoughts of tits.” When Roger didn’t perk up you decided to change tact, rubbing one palm along Roger’s shoulder and collarbone. “Hey, you’ve got this Rog. You know you’re actually really smart. It’s a bit annoying really.”  “Not about dentistry I’m not. I look at my notes and it’s like trying to read fucking Chinese or something.”  “That’s just you’re messy handwriting. But,” you hummed in thought for a moment, “I suppose I might be able to help.”  Roger’s tightened his hold on your hips as you removed your hands but he didn’t complain as you drew your shirt over your head, revealing your braless chest to him.   “R-really?” His hands slid along your sides but paused before his got very far.   You shrugged and walked backwards towards your bed, “Worth a shot, isn’t it?  His eyes darted from your face to your breasts and back again, though his gaze eventually settled on your chest as he nodded his agreement, “Can’t hurt.”  You giggled and told him to grab a pen out of your pencil case and the notes you’d been looking through earlier.   Roger was quick to collect the items and quicker to start scrawling notes along your breasts in thick black marker as you read them out to him. Each note was followed by his mouth on your skin – sometimes soft kisses between your breasts and up to the base of your throat, sometimes little nips over words you’d emphasised, and sometimes sucking your nipple into the warmth of his mouth.  
At first you giggled but after enough notes and enough attention, you were breathing harder, nearly moaning at his attention. It was a little surprising just how horny you were getting, definitely much wetter than when he’d first arrived. Roger had always been a fan of your tits and you always enjoyed it when he’d touched them but usually you were very turned on before he got your top off. This instance just showed how capable he was of pleasuring you. You’d not had any intention of fucking him when you’d opened the door, but now you were contemplating all the other places he could be kissing, thinking about how hard he probably was, and your resolve to study was rapidly crumbling.   “What next?” he asked softly, pressing another soft kiss to your sternum.  You glanced at the notes, trying to make sense of them.  “Love?”  “Oh fuck it, get your pants off” you let the notes drop to the floor, needing your hands free to get the rest of your own clothes off.  "What happened to studying?” Roger asked cheekily, already working on his fly.  “You need a reward for doing so well.”  “What if all you can think about during the exam is my mouth and cock?”  “I’m willing to take that risk.”  Roger laughed as he settled between your spread thighs, but his lips found yours as he finally sank into you, muffling your moan.  
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mayhem24-7forever · 2 years
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Time Is Running Out - Running Out of Time Part One
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Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mitchell!Reader Oneshot
~ Part Two ~
Maverick’s daughter is hiding a pretty big secret from her dad and her friends, hopefully Jake won’t blow it all...
Author’s Notes: Ok so first of all, I don’t want minors reading any of my fics, even if they are SFW so this one is especially off limits! I deserve a safe place to express myself so please respect my boundaries. Yeah the ‘L word’ joke is from Scott Pilgrim Versus the World but I didn't remember/realize that until after I wrote it and I think it’s cute as fuck so we’ll pretend its a reference or a homage like the joke in The Quarry. My apologies Edgar Wright, apparently we share a brain cell for dialogue writing/joke making. This was originally going to be a Bob fic but I wrote it so out of character for him that it was actually in character for Jake and decided to switch it over. A large portion of this is just me naming banger 80’s songs, making really random references to other projects that the top gun actors have been in and definitely ripping off the rooftop dance scene from Set It Up so I’m sorry. Huge thank yous to @a-reader-and-a-writer​ for originally beta reading this and pointing out that it would be better as a Jake fic than a Bob fic and to @skvatnavle​ and @maggiescarborough​ for beta reading as well. Dividers by @jbarneswilson​.
Content Warnings: secret dating, fluff, NSFWish, smutish, really suggestive content, super light fingering/oral/teasing, super light breast and ass fondling, public sex, almost caught, low key forbidden romance-ish, alcohol, kissing/making out/hickeys, that super relatable feel when you’re trying to act normal in front of your best friend but your boyfriend has his head under your skirt, lowkey public sex/exhibitionism, mentions of the military, overprotective fathers/boyfriends/best friends, mentioning murder/robbery/criminals, talk about locking doors/walking someone out to a car as a safety precaution/pepper spray (aka the reality of being a young woman alone at night), adult language/cursing
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“Last call! I ain’t waiting here until the sun rises so pack it up!” Y/N Mitchell called from behind the bar to the last group of customers all gathered around the pool table.
It was exceptionally late at night—or very early in the morning depending on your perspective—and the only people left in The Hard Deck were Y/N and the Top Gun team, who were engaged in a very heated game of ‘cutthroat pool’. As Hangman, Rooster, Phoenix, Coyote, and Payback played, Bob and Fanboy sat to the side and talked about a new weapons system they had to learn. Y/N had been left to run the bar on her own as Jimmy had gotten off work early in the afternoon to take his grandchildren to see a movie and her father, Maverick, had taken Penny home around midnight. Overall, the night had gone quite well. But 2 A.M. was the bar’s official closing time so it was time for them to go.
“Well, I’m gonna head out! Got a booty call from a hottie to get to!” Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin announced, standing up and heading towards the door. “Good night and thanks for the beers, Y/N!”
“Have fun with your booty call!” She called after him with a smirk. “Wrap it before you tap it!”
He walked out the door, Y/N and Jake sharing a secret grin with one another at their private joke before he left. They had been dating for almost a month but no one else knew, not even Penny. If her dad found out that she was dating a member of the team, the couple would be in pretty hot water as he was incredibly protective of his only child. So they had decided to keep their blossoming romance a secret from the world. Hence, Hangman’s nightly announcements that he had a different girl to go fuck to throw the team off their trail.
“Good night!” Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy each called out as they headed out the front door and she waved.
“Need me to stay while you close and walk you out to your car?” Rooster asked.
“Did my dad put you up to this?” She asked and he laughed.
“No, but he’d probably appreciate me keeping an eye on you.” he replied and she smiled.
“Alright teacher’s pet, sorry to rob you of making my dad happy but I’m a big girl and I can get myself home just fine.” she replied. “But I really do appreciate it. Thanks Bradley.”
“Alright fine, but if you get murdered by some psycho masked killer or something, I want you to know that your dad will make sure I am held solely responsible for your death.” Bradley joked and she rolled her eyes.
Something like that might have sounded strange or even morbid to anyone else but Y/N had known Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw for her entire life. He was her best friend since they were kids and they’d even lost their virginities to one another as an experiment before Bradley joined the navy, a fact that the team had regretfully learned about during a very, very drunk night of truth or dare. There was nothing romantic between the pair, there never had been, but it didn’t stop Jake from being a little bit jealous of his mustached wingman.
“Go home Bradley before I use my pepper spray on you instead of a crazed murderer.” she responded, shoving him playfully towards the door and shaking her head.
“Alright, good night Y/N.” Rooster said as he left, Bob and Phoenix following with their goodbyes as they exited.
She closed the door behind them before going to the side patio doors leading to the beach and closing them as well, remembering to lock them too. Her next order of business was to turn off the jukebox and plug her phone into the speaker system, selecting her closing and cleaning playlist. It was mostly comprised of 80’s hits that her dad had gotten her into and she loved to listen to them in the empty bar. The opening guitar riff of “Dead Man’s Party” by Oingo Boingo played out of the bar speakers and she adjusted it to a slightly lower level that she could still hear.
She swayed to the beat and hummed the tune as she updated the bar tab books and counted out the cash register. It took a few songs to finish at the register and to put the cash in the safe in the back office but she was soon onto the next closing task of washing the mugs and glasses in the back kitchen area and taking notes for Jimmy on what needed to be restocked during his opening shift.
She was beginning to mop up a few spots of spilled beer on the floor when “Let’s Hear it for the Boy” by Deniece Williams began playing. She smiled, the song always reminded her of Jake, because he took her to see an anniversary showing of Footloose at a drive-in-theater for their first date. The song never failed to make her happy and she couldn’t stop herself from dancing around the bar, singing into the mop like a microphone as she cleaned up sticky puddles of spilled drinks.
Unbeknownst to her, Jake had come back to the bar and entered through the back kitchen door. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning on the door frame as he watched his girlfriend dance around the room. She sang along loudly to the lyrics and he smiled. Her little cleaning concerts were one of the things he loved most about her and part of the reason why he kept coming back to help her close the bar, even if it was really late and he was tired. Her energy and happiness gave him energy and made him happy.
His only complaint was that she always got so into the music that she wasn’t aware of her surroundings and often forgot to lock the back door, a bad habit that made him nervous. The other part of the reason he would come to help her close, no matter how exhausted he was, was because he worried about her and wanted to make sure she was safe. It wasn’t like Fightertown and San Diego were dens of crime or something, he just had the urge to protect her because he loved her so much, not that she knew. They hadn’t said they loved each other yet, although they both felt that way. As he watched her sing and dance as she cleaned, completely oblivious to him in the doorway, he decided to surprise her and quietly moved towards her.
“Oh maybe he’s no Romeo but he’s my lovin’ one-man show!” She sang into the mop handle, loudly and only slightly off key. “Oh whoa-oa-oa let’s hear it for the b-”
He cut her off as he wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her up in his arms, spinning her around with a laugh. She dropped the mop in surprise and screamed for a moment before realizing that she recognized the arms holding her and the laugh in her ear as that of her boyfriend.
“Jake!” she squealed as he put her down and she turned around in his arms to slap his chest angrily. “Don’t do that! You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Really? Let me check your pulse.” He replied with a smirk as he put his palm on her breast and squeezed lightly. “It does feel a little fast.”
“Very funny.” she said as she rolled her eyes and tried to stay mad at him but couldn’t, cracking a smile as she pushed his hand away. “Did you come back here just to feel me up while I’m trying to close up?”
“I actually came back to spend some quality time with my girlfriend and protect her but your option is much more fun.” Jake said, reaching to grab her breasts again and she shook her head, laughing as she pushed him away.
“Protect me?” she questioned.
“Someone’s gotta do it since for some reason you refuse to lock the door when you’re here alone!” Jake said matter-of-factly as he moved to wrap his arms around her waist again.
“I forgot, okay!” she replied, setting her hands on his chest as she looked up at him and he raised his eyebrows in doubt.
“I’ve told you to lock the back door a hundred times, what if I was some crazy guy with a gun or something?” Jake asked.
“Oh my God! You sound just like my dad and Bradley!” she exclaimed with a smile.
“Because they’re right.” he replied.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked as she put a hand against his forehead as if to check his temperature. “Hangman and Rooster agreeing on something? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” He shook her hand off his head as she laughed.
“We are capable of getting along occasionally, you know.” he said with a smile before getting a little more serious. “But seriously babe, you have to start remembering to lock the back door. I worry about you, okay?”
She nodded her head and gazed into his earnest green eyes, touched by the affection and worry he held for her.
“I’m sorry babe, I really am trying to remember.” she said, putting a hand on his cheek affectionately.
“It’s alright, I’ll just have to come be your personal bodyguard and help you close every night until you remember.” Jake replied and she laughed.
“You’d get bored.” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I could never get bored of you.” he said and she smiled, pulling him into an appreciative kiss. When they pulled back, he continued. “I am sorry that I interrupted your stage performance, your mop microphone is cute and I love your singing voice. I hope you were thinking of someone special as you sung…” He trailed off with a smug grin.
“I was actually.” she answered, a sly smile creeping onto her face as she continued. “I was thinking about Bradley. ‘He’s my lovin’ one man show’, you know? I just think he’s so hot-”
He cut her off by surging forwards to give her a jealous and possessive kiss, so hard and passionate it took her by surprise for a moment before she leaned into the kiss. He kissed her like a man possessed for a few moments more and then pulled back, smirking down at her as she tried to catch her breath, confused as to why he stopped.
“You were saying something about pornstache?” he asked smugly.
“Alright fine, I was singing about you.” she said and as he began to celebrate she quickly added “But don’t let it get to your head!”
“I’ll try.” he replied.
“I didn’t think you were going to come back tonight, you’ve done it three times this week.” she said, seizing the quiet moment to let out some of her anxieties. “The team is gonna get suspicious at some point and when they find out, my dad is gonna find out.”
“No one is going to find out.” Jake assured her, stroking her cheek. “I drove  little down the highway before turning around and taking the back streets and I parked behind the dumpster. Besides, the team thinks I’m sleeping around with a different girl every night. If anyone asks me where I was, I just make up a name.”
“Finally, your reputation as a man-whore is paying off.” she laughed and Jake clutched a hand to his chest as if he was offended.
“You think I’m a whore?”  he asked with a fake gasp before laughing.
“A different girl every night? If the shoe fits…” she joked, trailing off.
“Don’t slut shame me for my cover story or I may have to battle the skank allegations by telling everyone where I’m really spending my nights.” Jake shot back and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m not slut shaming, there’s nothing wrong with being a little slutty.” she said. “But ‘skank allegations’? You’re so dramatic.”
“But you love it.” Jake replied with that charming smile of his.
“I tolerate it.” she countered with a laugh. “There’s a difference.”
“I’m hurt!” he said sarcastically before turning serious for a moment. “But seriously, your dad and the team aren’t gonna find out until you’re ready to tell them, you don’t have to worry.”
She nodded and gave him a small appreciative smile but he could tell there was still something bothering her. “What is it babe?”
“You really don’t mind keeping us a secret for now? Sneaking around and telling not-so-little white lies to the team?” she asked, before biting her lip nervously.
“I really don’t mind. I think it’s kinda hot actually.” he assured her with a wink and a light slap on her ass.
She laughed but shook her head and put a hand to his cheek, gazing into his eyes seriously.
“Jake, I’m serious!” she said. “I don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of us because I’m not, I’m just nervous about telling my dad that I’m dating one of his pilots. He gets so protective and I don't want it to change your relationship with him or with the team. Plus, you and Bradley are finally getting along and I don’t want it all to go to waste when he probably tries to kill you for this. We’ll tell them soon, just not now.”
He cupped his hands on her cheeks and spoke clearly, not breaking his earnest gaze for even a moment. “Babe, I swear to you that I don’t care if no one knows about us or if the whole world does. I don’t care if I have to fight Rooster or deal with your pissed off father, all I want is to make you happy.” She smiled and pulled him into a kiss before pulling back and resting her forehead on his, the tips of their noses barely touching.
“Who knew that beneath all that cocky playboy confidence there’s a really great and sweet guy that I’m really lucky to have?” she said lowly as she looked into his smiling eyes. “You, Jake Seresin, were the most unexpected surprise in my life.”
“A good surprise I hope.” he said, just an edge of nervousness in his voice.
“A really good surprise and I’m so glad for it.” she replied and he pulled back to kiss her on the forehead, holding her close in his arms as he gathered the courage he needed.
“All I ever do is try to live up to the man you deserve. You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met…” he paused, taking a deep breath before adding “I know we haven’t used the ‘L word’ yet but I want you to know that I’ll do anything for you.”
“The ‘L word’? Lesbians?” she joked and his heart fluttered at her attempt to make him feel less nervous.
“Yes. Y/N Mitchell, I am deeply and hopelessly in lesbians with you.” he said playfully but she could tell he meant every single word, her heart skipping a beat.
“Then I guess it’s a really good thing that I am also deeply and hopelessly in lesbians with you, Jake Seresin.” she replied, so grateful he felt the same way as her before pulling him into a long kiss that said more than any words ever could. They hadn’t specifically used the word ‘love’ but they both knew what the other meant.  When they pulled back, she smiled as she stepped backwards and out of his arms. “Now, we’d better start cleaning unless we want to be here all night.”
“Yeah, we’d better.” Jake said with a grin, slapping her ass as he walked past her to pick up the mop and finish up the sticky spot she had been working on before he arrived and distracted her.
She began wiping down the bartop as he finished with the mop and put it away before grabbing a rag and wiping down the tables, putting the chairs up on them as he finished each one. She was sweeping when he finished and he took out the trash, returning from the back to see her trying to reach something on a high shelf by the pool table, stretched up on her tip-toes. He smiled and hurried over, easily grabbing the object from the shelf and handing it to her as she thanked him.
“Are these yours?” she asked, holding up a pair of sunglasses someone had left behind.
“Nope.” Jake replied. “I left mine in my car.”
“Damn. I’ll have to put them in the lost and found box, I don’t know who they belong to because everyone wears sunglasses and they all look the same.” she said as she headed over towards to put them in the box under the bar.
She resumed sweeping and he grabbed a broom to join her, although he was more of a hindrance than a help as he kept poking her with the broom, bumping hers with his, and taking dance breaks from sweeping every ten seconds.
“I was born to love her and I will never be free, you’ll always be apart of me!” Jake sang along loudly to “Always Something There To Remind Me” by Naked Eyes as she shook her head with a smile and told him to keep sweeping, ignoring his pantomime concert. He kept singing, increasing his efforts to get her attention as she tried, and failed, to focus on sweeping. Eventually he dropped the broom and started wildly flapping his arms around like he had lost feeling in them and was trying to wake them up. She was amazed he hadn’t fallen over from jumping around so much.
“You’re gonna break a leg or something if you keep doing that, Jake.” she said with a laugh as she paused her cleaning. “You have to fly tomorrow.”
“Don’t need legs to fly, babe.” he said as he shimmied towards her and pushed the broom out of her hand, letting it clatter on to the floor as he continued dancing in front of her.
“You look like a dying bird trying to do a mating dance.” she said as he bobbed his head towards her.
“Is it working? Am I seducing you?” He asked and she put a palm to his forehead and gently pushed him backwards.
“We have work to do.” she replied simply, but he could see she was trying to hide her grin as she leaned over to pick up her broom and continue sweeping. “God, no one would ever believe me if I told them how much of a dork you can be sometimes.”
“Only for you, babe.” he said, his movements slowing as he watched her try to stop herself from smiling as she swept, avoiding looking at him. “I just really love making you laugh.”
He took a break from dancing to catch his breath as the song ended and the next began, the opening notes of Berlin’s “Take My Breath Away” filling the room.
“Oh, I love this song!” Jake exclaimed, holding out a hand to her. “Dance with me?”
“No, at least one of us needs to keep cleaning.” she said as she paused her sweeping to look at him.
“Pleeeease?” he asked with a fake pout with big puppy dog eyes.
“Fine. One dance and then we have to finish up.” she said as she leaned the broom up against a nearby table and took his hand.
He pulled her in against his chest, smiling in victory. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other holding one of her hands as she hooked the other around his neck. They swayed slowly to the beat as he held her close, smiling down at her.
“It’s just like prom.” she joked and he laughed, each chuckle reverberating against her chest.
“I didn’t go to my prom.” Jake said. “I did go to the after parties though.”
“That is so you.” she replied.
“What was your prom like?” he asked.
“Bradley took me.” she answered and Jake quirked an eyebrow up in surprise. “He wasn’t gonna go but my boyfriend broke up with me a week before the dance. I was really upset and I already had my dress and everything, so he came so I wouldn’t be alone. I think my dad asked him to.”
“Did you dance like this with him?” Jake asked, just an edge of apprehensive jealousy in his voice.
“No, I didn’t.” She said with a smile. “His dancing is atrocious, I could only get him out on the dance floor once or twice and I think it was for just like the macarena or something like that.”
“So, I’m not only a better lover than him, but I’m also a better dancer… good to know.” Jake said, smirking.
“You know that Bradley and I are, and always have been, just friends, right?” she asked, looking up at him and trying to make sure he knew she was serious. “I know I can’t keep you from being competitive with him but I want to make sure you know that you have nothing to be jealous about. I’m in love with you, not him.”
“I’m always gonna be a little jealous that he was your first but I know that I’m gonna be your last.” Jake said and she smiled before laying her head on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat as they swayed in a circle.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and began to whisper along with the lyrics to the song in her ear.
“Take my breath away…” he murmured, in a singsong voice.
“You take my breath away, Jake.” she whispered back and he smiled, before moving her into a spin.
She giggled as he turned her in his arms, wrapping himself around her back and then spinning her away again. They twirled around the room together, her making her laugh every time he spun her out and reeled her back in. As the song ended, he reeled her back one last time, holding her waist to keep her back to his chest.
“I think we’ve done enough cleaning for tonight.” he said lowly, his breath hot on her neck as she craned up and backwards to look at him.
“Oh really?” she asked, her eyebrows raising in amusement.
“Yeah, I do.” he said before dropping his voice into a whisper, lips ghosting the very edge of her ear. “And I’ve always wanted to fuck you on the bar.”
She smiled and pulled out of his arms, making her way around the bar to stand across from him. She leaned over, her elbows on the wood holding her weight as she continued tipping forwards, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.
“What, this bar?” she asked coyly before she smirked and crooked a finger at him, beckoning for him to join her.
He didn’t waste a second to join her behind the bar, pulling her into a hard and passionate kiss, every movement radiating with need and hunger. His hands on her waist tightened and he moved her backwards until her back hit the edge of the bar. In one swift motion, he lifted her up and onto the bar top and she could feel his grin against her lips as she squeaked in surprise. He slotted himself between her legs and pulled her flush against him, one hand with a firm but gentle grip on the side of her face and the other on the side of her thigh, which was bare as her sundress had ridden up. Her hands were hooked behind his neck, her fingers threading into his hair.
“Couldn’t stop looking at you in this dress all night…��� he said between rough and demanding kisses, taking a handful of the fabric in his fist as he pushed it further up to expose her panties beneath it. “I just couldn’t wait to get under it.”
“You really like it?” she asked breathlessly as she pulled backwards for gasps of air. “I got it for Bradley’s birthday party last month but I decided not to wear it because I thought it made me look fat.”
“You look fucking gorgeous. You always look so fucking beautiful.” he said, hands wandering around her body. “And don’t mention Rooster while we’re making out, you’re gonna make me jealous.”
“Oh really? Well then… Bradley Bradshaw.” she said smugly, teasing him as her eyes dared him to punish her. He gave a dramatic sigh.
“Well, I guess I have to fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name, let alone his. The only name I want to hear out of those pretty little lips tonight is mine.” he said gruffly, kissing her in a hard, claiming kiss before moving his lips down to her neck, hiking her leg up to press himself against her core.
“Oh, fuck…” she said, half a moan as he ground the bulge in his jeans against her pantied pussy as he expertly tongued her favorite spot just under her ear. “Jake, you can’t leave a hickey this time, I don’t think that my dad will buy that I burned myself with a curling iron again this week.”
He raised himself off her just enough that his lips still grazed her skin, his words muffled when he said “Just tell him it was a straightener this time.”
He immediately resumed working his way down her neck, her laugh turning to a moan when he reached her chest. Her fingers shook as she tried to unbutton his shirt, desperate to get at the toned abs beneath it. She was about halfway through when they heard the front door jiggle, just barely audible over the soft music. They froze as the door clicked open, grateful that the part of the bar they were at wasn’t visible from the front door.
“Did you really forget to lock the front door too?” Jake whispered.
“I thought I did!” she replied as quietly as possible.
“Y/N, are you still here?” Rooster’s voice called from out of sight as the door swung open with a creak.
“Oh fuck! Hide!” she whispered frantically, slightly panicking as Jake pulled her off the bar top and ducked down just before Rooster walked into sight.
She quickly grabbed a nearby rag and pretended to wipe down the spot she had just been seated at, Jake’s hot breath against her thigh as he knelt beside her, pressed up against a keg of beer connected to a tap. Rooster was oblivious to her panic as he was scanning the room for something.
“I forgot my sunglasses, have you seen them?” he asked as he looked around the piano.
“You came back here at four in the morning to get your sunglasses?” she asked, flustered and a little annoyed they had been interrupted.
“Yeah, they were my dad’s and you know how I don’t like not knowing where they are.” he replied, continuing to look around the room as he made his way towards the pool table.
“Oh…” she said, trailing off as she thought about how attached Bradley was to his dad’s belongings, especially his Hawaiian shirts and sunglasses. Suddenly, Jake stuck his head under her sundress and she squeaked in surprise when she felt his hot breath on her inner thigh.
“Are you alright?” Rooster asked, looking up from his search to check on her.
“Uhh… yeah, no, I’m fine! Totally fine!” she said, discreetly smacking at Jake’s head under her skirt which did nothing to deter him from sneaking his hands up her legs and gently palming her ass. She could practically feel him smirking against her thigh. “Just something in my throat, you know?”
“More like something in your cunt…” Jake muttered into her panties, so quietly that she could barely hear him, meaning that Bradley couldn’t from across the room but she cleared her throat loudly to cover it anyways.
“Uhh, okay.” Rooster said as he continued his search.
Jake licked a stripe on her panties, his nose nudging her clothed folds and she had to bite down hard on her lip to stop a moan from escaping. She thanked the heavens that Bradley was too preoccupied poking around the pool table to notice her behavior.
“Have you seen them?” he asked as he checked the shelves and the windowsill.
“Seen… seen- seen what?” she asked, struggling to focus and not moan out loud as Jake slipped two fingers under her panties and stroked her dripping folds.
Mercifully, Jake removed his wandering fingers when she smacked his head again and he chuckled really quietly against the skin of her inner thigh before pulling his head out from under her dress. Rooster turned to look at her in concern.
“My sunglasses… Are you okay? You’re acting a little weird.” he said as he raised an eyebrow in concern.
“I’m just really tired Bradley, can’t wait to get home and get some sleep, you know…” she said meeting his eyes and seeing a hint of suspicion in them so she quickly added “I put your sunglasses in the lost and found box, just give me a second.”
She ducked down under the bar to crouch at Jake’s level, glaring at him as he smirked, licking her juices off his fingers.
“Yeah babe, what’s wrong? You’re acting weird.” he whispered smugly.
“I’m gonna kill you.” she whispered as she grabbed the sunglasses from the box and stood back up to address Rooster, holding them out. “Here you go Bradley!”
He smiled and moved to her to grab them, her heart racing as she realized all he had to do was look down to see Jake behind the bar. Mercifully, he didn’t look down, just backed up and slowly headed for the door.
“Thanks!” he said before stopping and turning around, her heart stopping with him. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay while you finish up and walk you to your car?”
“No!” she said way too quickly and loudly, immediately switching to a more casual tone and volume. “I mean… no, I have to do some inventory and it’ll take at least an hour, but thanks for offering.”
“Alright.” Rooster replied. “Just make sure you lock the door next time, I could have been anyone.”
“Told you…” Jake muttered from under the bar.
“Did you say something?” Rooster asked.
“Yeah, I just said I’d walk you out.” she covered quickly, lightly and discreetly kicking Jake as she moved from behind the bar and to the front door.
She hugged him and said goodbye as he left, locking the door behind him before turning around with her eyes closed to sigh heavily in relief, her back pressed to the door. When she opened her eyes, Jake was leaning against the wall that blocked the bar from view at the door. He had a shit eating grin on his face, his blonde hair was lightly tousled from when she had been pulling it on it, and his shirt was still only half-buttoned, exposing his tanned and toned chest.
“Leaving the front door unlocked too?” he tutted smugly. “You definitely need me here to protect you.”
She marched towards him and smacked him on the chest angrily.
“Ow.” he said quietly, more out of surprise than actual hurt.
“Jacob Thomas Seresin!” she scolded, angrily wagging a finger at him and pointing it into his chest. “What is wrong with you? Are you absolutely insane?”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he said, putting his hands up in surrender before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. “I just couldn’t resist.”
She pursed her lips, tying to stay mad at him but couldn’t as he gave her a charming grin. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Do you really want Bradley to find out about us because you can’t stop yourself from poking your nose under my dress in front of him?” she asked, a reluctant smile forming as she tried to keep chewing him out. “He’d probably kill you!”
“Oh, he’d definitely kill me.” Jake replied. “But what a way to go! I would die a happy, happy man.” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing at that.
“You’re ridiculous and you are so unbelievably lucky that I love you and that I thought it was a little hot.” he began to smile in victory but she quickly added “But I’m still mad at you so you’d better take me home and try to make it up to me. We can fuck on the bar some other time.”
“Yes ma’am!” Jake said, grinning widely as he gave her a mock salute and swept her off her feet and into his arms, carrying her towards the back door to get her things and leave.
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Hangman strutted onto base the next morning feeling exceptionally good despite having gotten approximately two hours of sleep. He walked towards where the rest of the team, minus Maverick, stood in a circle in the middle of a hanger, discussing something.
“Hangman, you look good.” Rooster said as he approached, a strangely sly grin on his face.
“I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.” he replied with a smile as he reached the group and took off his sunglasses.
“That wouldn’t happen to be because you’re fucking Maverick’s daughter, would it?” Bob asked, so nonchalantly that Jake had to do a double take to fully realize what he’d just said, his grin sliding off his face.
“What?” He asked, gaze flickering around the smirking faces of the group.
“We know you’re fucking Y/N.” Phoenix informed him and his mind was racing as fast as his heart was beating, trying to figure out what he was supposed to say to that.
“I… I uhhh… I told you guys I was with a booty call last night…” was all he could manage to say in defense.
“Your car was only partially blocked by the dumpster.” Rooster said with a smirk before leaning in to whisper in his ear so that only he could hear. “And Jake… I know what she sounds like when she moans, even if she tried her best to hide it.”
“Smile!” Coyote said as he snapped a picture of Jake’s face, pale and frozen like a deer in headlights before examining it and showing it to the group. “Now that’s one for the Christmas card!”
“But don’t worry, man.” Rooster said smugly, clapping Hangman on the back and pulling him shoulder to shoulder. “I’m not gonna kill you or anything.”
“You’re not?” Jake asked, eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion.
“Nope.” Rooster replied before turning around and pointing at a figure storming down the tarmac and towards the hanger. “He is.”
“LIEUTENANT SERESIN!” Maverick roared angrily as he stopped at the bay doors.
“Fuuu-” Hangman muttered.
“GET OVER HERE!” Maverick barked, pointing angrily at the space directly in front of him. “NOW! THAT’S AN ORDER!”
“Go get ‘em tiger!” Rooster said, pushing Hangman towards the furious man with a smirk.
“Don’t worry, I’m getting it on video!” Fanboy called after him as he trudged forwards with a nervous gulp, sweat already forming on his brow.
“We’ll play it at your funeral!” Payback added and the whole group laughed as Hangman walked towards his doom, one step at a time.
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See What You Can Take
Word Count: 2,412 
Summary: Stephen believes you have been working too hard, and in moment where the stress takes over you, Stephen thinks of a way to relax you.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, SMUT, Daddy kink, Praise Kink, pet names (Daddy, Kitten, Baby Girl), unprotected p in v, oral (male receiving), comfort
A/N: In honor of 69 followers, here is another smut fic (since my other one has done amazing)
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Your brain was melting with all the work you brought home with you. You tried to leave everything you could back at the office, something you were very good at when it came to the blip years. Those were your dark ages where the light of the Earth disappeared and everybody was shut out into new realities. Families were torn apart as parents and children disappeared. You had a bad feeling that morning, not knowing how to describe it to Stephen. You had refused to leave the Sanctum until you kissed him three times, refusing to leave him until you told him how much you loved him. You made sure to whisper in his ear about all the fun things you were thinking about doing to him later that night. You protested calling off work to do said things, telling him you had to be at work.
You wished you could have been late that day. You should have just stayed with him for a few more minutes. You had no idea that the world was going to change in an instant, or that you would lose Stephen. Thankfully, you had Wong to help you see what it was that you couldn't control. He had offered to teach you about the mystic arts, thinking it could help you connect more to Stephen. You did try, and your work suffered for it.
Everything was reversed in 2023, the world returned to what it had been previously. People were reunited with loved ones, families were whole again, and lovers were returned to their loving arms. That was the case with you and Stephen. The reunion was sweet, hot, and messy. Wong had stayed at Kamar-Taj while you and Stephen had the whole Sanctum to yourselves. It was odd how that memory came to you when you were focusing on your work. Remembering the returning embrace as his arms wrapped around your body. How you melted into his form. He was battle-worn and had seen better days, though, after a couple of hours of resting, you kept your promise to him. You did everything you told him you were going to do, and more.
Taking in a deep breath, you stood up, shutting the laptop closed. Stephen had been in the same room as you, reading some book he had borrowed from the Kamar-Taj library. He peeked up from his book, watching as you stretch your arms. "I would be surprised if you didn't crack the screen." He spoke, setting the book down in his lap. "What's on your mind?"
You had turned to Stephen, crossing your arms over your chest as your rear end leaned against the desk. You gently shook your head, "I'm trying to figure that out myself." You spoke.
He didn't know you to be like this, even when you were frustrated. He grew concerned for you. "Did I do something to piss you off?" He asked you.
There it goes, the moment you were waiting for, the moment when he made everything about himself. "Not yet, but the night is still young." You replied.
Stephen looked down at his lap, his thoughts beginning to race about what could be wrong with you. He looked up at you, one eyebrow raised. "So, it's a crime to ask what's wrong?" His tone had been different, almost the one he used when he was upset. Stephen never got angry with you, just upset. It was usually a misunderstanding, which is what was going on now.
You shook your head, bringing a hand up to your face, wiping the side of it. You took a couple of moments before you spoke. "I'm sorry. Nothing is making sense for me right now, and I didn't help myself by getting behind on my work." Straightening yourself up, you uncrossed your arms, beginning to walk back over to where he was at. "You know I didn't mean to imply anything. I'm sorry."
Stephen observed you, watching as you had decompressed for a moment. Once you informed him about what was going through your mind, his body language relaxed. It was a good thing too, he didn't want you to be mad at him. "What have I told you about apologizing?" He asked you, a flirty tone to his voice. Stephen had a feeling about what it was that you needed. How you had been walking up to him had been one of the clues. The way you had shifted your tone was another. He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to the potential next events.
You had walked up to him, bending over to be on his eye level. It was amazing how you two got along, a mystery to your friends. "I'm sorry, Daddy" You spoke before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
You and Stephen had a minor age gap, less than ten years wasn't bad. He had been good for you compared to the others you had dated. He learned much about you, as you had learned much about him. Your friends would often express to you how seeing somebody older than you may not have been the best thing. All they knew about Stephen was that he was a neurosurgeon who had a career-ending accident. Now, he working on a research paper, doing everything he can to help people without holding a scalpel. That's all they had to know about him as far as you were concerned.
Stephen captured your chin between his thumb and finger, stealing a kiss from you. You had parted your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth, wrestling with yours.
While having his lips preoccupied with yours, your hands found the book that was in his lap, pushing it off onto the floor. Stephen had let your tongue and lips free, peppering kisses along your jawline. You laughed quite a bit, so it was no surprise when a giggle escaped your mouth. His touch was electrifying to you, waking up all of the nerve endings that were not normally stimulated. "Wanna have some fun?" You asked him, your back beginning to strain from bending over in front of him.
You watched as he wiggled a little in his seat, sitting in one of the couches of the room. He pulled his lips away from your skin, his other hand resting on the side of your face. "I am, only if you are." He spoke.
You stole another quick kiss from him before crashing down to your knees. Your hands made quick work of loosening his pants up. Once freed up, you pulled his member out from his boxers. He had already been firm which made you wonder how long he had been waiting on any clues from you or if you had been in the mood. Thankfully, you were in the mood. One of his hands laced a crown in your hair as you kissed the length of his shaft. His body was giving way around you, his feet tapping and shifting. You had rubbed your thumb over the tip as you heard him give a little moan, sweet music to your ears.
You wasted no more time, taking him into your mouth. You had bobbed your head, pulling him in and out in a slow pattern. He loved the sounds that came from you when he hit the back of your throat. His grip would loosen and tighten as you worked him up. Letting him go for a few breaths, you pressed more kisses to him, your tongue running up and down his member. You looked up at him, his eyes were closed then, watching his chest rise and fall as he rode a high. You smirked before sucking on his tip, your hands rubbing around him in circles. The noises he made were gratifying to you. You had him all the way in your mouth when he released, the warm and thick slick filling your mouth.
You let go of him again, wiping your mouth on the bottom of your shirt. Stephen had been panting then, his hands cupping your face. He made you look at him before you stood up, bending your knees to sit on him. You had straddled him on the couch as he recovered. His arms were wrapped around your lower back, yours snaking around his neck. You pressed a kiss to his forehead at the same time he kissed at the delicate skin of your neck, sending chills down your spine. "So quiet on me now, sir?" You asked him, looking down at him and brushing his hair back.
As his lips were pressed against your neck, you could feel a low growl escape from him. "We're just getting started, baby girl."
Another giggle escaped your lips before he pulled up on your shirt. The fabric coming up broke your kiss, lifting your arms up in the air as he ripped the shirt off of you. Once his hands were free from the fabric, his fingertips trailed down your sides, igniting the nerve endings on your rib cage and torso. Stephen was a delicate lover, knowing all the sensual parts of you. Your hips rolled against him again, eliciting a growl from his throat before he fumbled with the skirt you were wearing. You stood up on your knees, helping him to bring your skirt up. "Luckily for you, I was prepared." You had whispered against his ear, your lips barely touching his ear.
His hands reached down to pinch at the fabric of your underwear, shocked to find you hadn't been wearing any. "How long have you been like this, Kitten?"
Your hands were nestled on either side of his lower neck, your thumbs on his throat and your pinkies resting on his shoulders. "All day." The words escaped your lips before you felt his fingers ghost over your core, bringing a soft sigh from you. He smiled at the sounds, feeling you being to crumble under his touch. You pressed your lips to his jaw, then his cheek. Craning your neck back, you felt him pull his hand away before pressing you down onto his member, slowly pulling you on top of him. The couch squeaked at your movements, Stephen gripping your hands and pulling you down while your hands stayed rested on his neck and shoulders and you slid down.
Stephen's lips captured yours in his as he assisted you in bouncing on him, his grip on your hips getting tighter. Your chest was pressed against his, the both of you panting in rhythm together. You had to break the kiss away, pressing your forehead against his shoulder, your hands beginning to drop to his sides, your fingertips holding him gently in your hold. The both of you set a steady pace, relying on the other to guide you to the next step. Stephen still wanted to have control, but even he knew when not to push certain limits.
His hips bucked up into you, bringing a moan from you. It filled the room, bouncing off of the walls. "That's right, just like that." Stephen cooed, feeling sweat begin to dribble from his forehead. One hand reached up to wrap around your back, his hand resting on your shoulder blade as he held you even tighter. You could feel him through your abdomen, pressing up into you where you liked it the most. He was the only one who even made your legs shake, as they were beginning to now. "Going weak on me now, baby girl?"
All you could do was bite your lower lip as you shook your head, the both of you slipping into the urge of needing each other. You began to bounce a little quicker, feeling him feed into your needs. Feeling almost as if you could bite your lip off, you pressed your lips lazily to his skin. Your tongue traced circles on his neck, nibbling at the soft skin. You could feel yourself begin to reach your high, your breath catching in your chest.
Stephen's hand on your hip began to move, roaming to your backside. He had readjusted his hold on you, his hand beginning to cramp from where he held your thigh. "Just say my name. Tell me who you want the most. Who you need the most." His voice was pitched a little lower, feeling the effects of the oxytocin being released in both of your bodies.
You found it hard to speak, euphoria taking hold of your body. Yet, it wasn't impossible. "St-Stephen... Stephen!"
Stephen and Y/n had been so in tune with each other, reaching their highs together, releasing their build-up at the same time. Riding each other out through the release, you could feel your body melt into his hold. He pressed kisses to the side of your face, moving your hair out of the way. "That's right, good girl," he whispered. His hold on you during your fun time had been an aggressive hold, now it felt passionate and soft.
He left you catch your breath before slowly moving the two of you, wrapping you up in his arms. He made sure you were covered up before walking out of the room towards your bedroom, the one you shared with him for a couple of years now. "You deserve some rest, Y/n"
"Rest means slowing down, why would I want to do that?"
He walked down the hallway, reaching your bedroom, He opened up the door, your hands wrapped around his neck as he carried you. "Copious amounts of stress is not good for the human body. You have been too hard on yourself with your work." He walked inside the room, then setting you down on the bed. "You live with me, you love me. That's enough stress for one person."
You hummed, looking up at him, your hands now resting on the cover he wrapped you in. "You are not stressful, loving you is easy." You told him, attempting to sit up.
He put his hand on your shoulder, pressing you backward. "No, I mean it. Rest." He told you before letting you go. He walked around the other side of the bed, stripping himself of all of his clothing before getting under the covers with you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. Your hands held onto his arms as he held you. "I love you, Y/n."
"I love you more."
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Sock Garters? Well Hello
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Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Vash X Wolfwood, Vash X F!Reader, Wolfwood X F!Reader,  Vash X F!Reader X Wolfwood
CW: Anal sex, voyeurism, penis in vaginal sex, fingering, belly bulge, mentions of abusive relationships, threesomes, Awkward flirting, double blow jobs, sloppy blow jobs
Word count: 2760
A/N: Chapter 3 of my roommates series, because who doesn’t like a man like Wolfwood in sock garters?
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Reading while laying across the couch you frown, looking past the top of the pages at the clock hanging in the kitchen. Vash and Nicholas said they should have been home over an hour ago, Vash having dragged Nicholas with him to some kind of fancy dinner party his twin was having. 
When Vash had strolled dressed to the nines watching you eat a sandwich in a tank top and shorts, he’d tilted his head in confusion asking why you weren’t ready. You’d snorted at him. 
“Yea Vash. That would be awkward. Hi, I’m Nicholas’s roommate, I’m also his friend with benefits, but oh don’t worry. It’s usually Vash whose balls deep in me while Nicholas is balls deep in him. We like to share like care bears.” Voice deadpanned, well aware you were blushing from your own words before you went back to your sandwich, leaving Vash frowning at you when Nicholas appeared from his bedroom. 
A low whistle, and a darkening of his cheeks as the gruff member of your little trio rolled his eyes. You’d told them to have fun, a peck on your forehead from Nicholas, and a lingering kiss on your lips from Vash. A whispered “Be a good girl and wait up for us and you might find yourself with someone balls deep in you later.” If it was a cartoon your panties would have dropped to the floor then and there. 
Back to your book, clock watching wasn’t going to get them home any faster. Several chapters later and you hear the door of the apartment unlock. A long groan as someone, based on the heavy steps you assume Nicholas, trudges down the short hallway before grabbing both your feet to lift them and drop to the couch making you jump slightly. 
“That bad huh?” Not taking your eyes off the page you’re on, wanting to finish it.
“You have no idea.” Nicholas sounds exhausted, and you don’t miss the way his large hands are tracing your calf sending a tingle up your spine. 
“Nico! You need to hang your suit or it’s gonna get wrinkled sitting like that!” Slipping your bookmark into place, you finally sit up, placing the novel on the side table. Vash has his jacket removed, tapping his foot as if annoyed with the gruff man. 
“Fine, fine.” Waving his hand in front of his face as if annoyed, releasing your lower leg to push out of the way and standing. Unbuttoning his jacket in quick order and tossing it at Vash. “If you’re that worried about it, you can hang it up.” A silence descending upon the living room as Nicholas drops his pants to the floor, stepping out of the fabric. 
You have no doubt about it. You and Vash are both looking at the exact same thing. Something that is making your brain fire in a way that you can’t think of anything else, all processing power going down to between your legs. You just went from starting to getting aroused to full on horny. 
“Are those” Vash’s voice stutters as he speaks, almost as if his mouth is full of cotton. “Sock garters?” Sure enough, wrapped around Nicholas’s wide calves are a set of tiny suspenders. 
“What! I don’t like feeling my dress socks bunch up in my shoes! And why the hell are you both blushing that much.” You can hear the embarrassment, hidden behind his bluster as if he might think the two of you are going to tease him, but right now you don’t care. You’ll tease him about it later.
“Ummm that’s hot.” Your own mouth feels like it’s a desert, trying to swallow after uttering those words.
“Very hot.” Vash’s voice has dropped an octave, a sure sign his own higher brain functions have shut down. Hard to think straight when the blood in your body is going to your dick.
“Can I suck you off?” The words are out of your mouth before you can even process it, trying to find some kind of moisture in your mouth to run your tongue along your lips. Nervous with your request, but damn, your brain is hyper fixated on the idea of being between his legs.  
“What if we both suck him off?” Vash counters, pulling your attention to him, he looks so adorable when he’s flushed pink. The very tip of his tongue sticking out. 
“If you’re ok with that?” Watching Vash who nods in agreement, you’ve never sucked someone off with another person before. Then again before these two you’d never been in a threesome either. 
“Shouldn’t you ask the guy whose dick you both wanna suck if he’s ok with that?” You flinch, possibly crossing a boundary with the couple, the low growl in Nicholas’s voice a reminder that why he’s growing more attached to you, his rule from the first time about his cock going only in Vash still rings true.
“Please. You told me the other day you got off in the shower to the idea of both of us on our knees draining your nuts.” Vash snaps at Nicholas, raising his voice and his hands on his hips. “Or was that just to get me all hot and bothered?” A scowl on his face, somewhat lessened by the fact Vash is blushing as you turn to Nicholas. 
“No. And you weren’t supposed to tell her that either! I wanted to talk about it with her, myself.” Nicholas is slumping into the couch now and you think you might have a case of whiplash from trying to follow that conversation. 
“I’m so confused. But still pretty hot and bothered so” dragging the final word out. “Are we doing this or not?” You’re not usually the one in control of what the three of you do. Yes, you always have the option to back out, but you never lead or make active decisions on how the three of you are going to have sex. Just if you agree to what they’ve offered at the time.
“Yea. Come on Little Bear, the idea of both of you on your knees sucking my big balls is pretty hot.” Reaching your hand out and placing it in the one he’s offering you, letting him drag you from the couch into his embrace. “Now, go help Vash strip and make out with him while you’re at it.” A press of hot flesh to the side of your head, a gentle nudge pushing you towards Vash.
“I don’t know what you told her Nico, but you better keep those sock garters on. And the socks!” Vash growls back at his boyfriend before pulling you into his arms, mouth descending to connect with yours. Making you moan against him as his tongue slips past your lush lips, you slide your hands down his chest, thumb and index finger undoing the buttons of his dress shirt as you go. 
Hands grabbing your ass you squeak, pulling away for air and pushing the fabric from his shoulders. “Have you done anything like this before.” Like Nicholas he’s whispering in your ear, fingers grasping the hem of your tank top before lifting it from your body and over your head to toss somewhere in the room. Nicholas’s suit crumpled at your feet, so much for being worried about wrinkles.  
His lips are on yours before you can answer, knowing this is a show to get Nicholas fired up as he drags his fingers through your hair. A quick pinch to one of your nipples through the fabric covering your tits, making you gasp, Vash pulling away so a certain tanned man has a few of the spit connecting your lips as he engages your tongue in an open mouth kiss. 
The low growl reverberating around the room, makes both of you look at Nicholas, panting and fisting his cock wearing nothing but his sock garters and the item they’re meant to hold up. 
Letting your fingers unfasten Vash’s pants so he can wiggle out of them you answer his question, while mouthing at the soft skin of his neck just under his earlobe. “No.” 
“Ok. I’ll tell you what you need to do so we don’t get in each other's way, alright?” Another searing kiss, as Vash’s long fingers ghost over the fabric of your shorts before slipping past the waist band to knead your ass directly. Pushing the cloth down as he does, so when he breaks from you this time you’re both left standing in your underwear. “When we join him, you’re gonna take the left side. I want you to pump his cock with your right hand. I’m gonna suck his balls to start.” 
Nipping at your lips before taking your hand in his and leading you over to Nicholas, both of you lowering to your knees and you do as he asked. Batting his hand away and starting to pump his shaft with your right hand. Running your mouth along the side of his leg without getting close enough to be in Vash’s way. 
Vash, in comparison starts licking a trail up Nicholas’s thigh, slurping and sucking as he goes, and damn is that sending signals directly from your ears to your core to tighten. Whining softly as Vash starts to lap at Nicholas’s right ball, the larger male groans when Vash switches to kissing the skin before wrapping his lips around the one testical, sucking and humming while you keep pumping. 
“Fuck you both feel good.” Glancing upwards you see Nicholas’s eyes narrowed, lips pulled back and a hand on his belly with a visible twitch. Attention brought back down to Vash and the cock you’re pumping as a wet muscle drags over your knuckles before sucking gently on his tip. A light tap from his left hand on your thigh, Vash flicking his eyes towards Nicholas’s cock.
A signal you think, as Vash pops off and replaces his hand with yours, leaning across to kiss you quickly. “I’m gonna put my hand in your hair alright, I want you to lick and suck at his tip. When I pull my hand away we’ll both lick and suck each side of his cock.” 
Vash doesn’t care if Nicholas can hear his directions to you, you just know he cares if you hear him. Nodding, and going back to the thick length between the two of you. You’re still amazed that Vash can take Nicholas, the man should have been a porn star. Placing a few kitten licks along the underside of his tip, enjoying the small spurts of pre cum spraying from his slit. Once Vash has his fingers tangled in your locks, you wrap your lips around the tip and start sucking, swirling your tongue along his blunt head. A hiss from above you before it turns into a long drawn out moan, Nicholas is clearly enjoying this. A light pressure on the back of your skull and Vash isn’t pumping him any longer. You get the idea and start to slowly bob up and down, Vash controlling how far down you go, just enough to make sure all the sensitive nerves located in the head of his cock are being lavished with attention.
Once Vash’s fingers are removed, you do as he had told you, slowly pulling away so a line of spit is connecting your bruised lips to his twitching member. Working with Vash, and staring into his hooded eyes while both of your mouths are licking and gliding along the sides of Nicholas’s cock. Rubbing your thighs together to gain some relief, as you follow Vash’s lead with the direction he goes in. 
“Vash, suck me off for a bit.” Hearing that you pull away, leaning back and using the backside of your hand to wipe your mouth while Vash takes over, sucking Nicholas at his request. Humming as he takes almost halfway of the impressive length into his mouth, it might be a trick of the light but you think you see a slight bulge in Vash’s neck when he’s at the halfway point. You’d have been choking.
Panting while you catch your breath, jumping a little as a calloused hand cups your cheek, Nicholas grinning down at you. “Don’t wo-rry. You’re doin gr-reat” his stomach jerked as his hips tried to follow Vash’s wet cavern. “Want me… augh… to cum fu-uck! In your mouth? Or Va-shhhhhs?”
Watching as Nicholas blinks his eyes, almost rolling back in his head, panting out the question, trying to hold on a little longer as his abs spasm, a sight that makes your clit throb. “Hers.” Vash answers for you “now come kiss me Babe, then we’ll go back to sucking together.” Vash is just as breathless as you are, surprised when he catches your mouth and brings you closer so you're making out with Nicholas’s cock against both of your lips as well covering it in spit.  
The amount of salvia coating his dick makes it easier for both of you to slide your lips along the sides of the jerking tissue. Now working opposite one another and taking turns to suck at his tips, occasionally kissing again around his head making him groan. You didn’t think it could be this hot, seeing what a mess Nicholas is turning into above both of you and when you catch a glimpse of those sock garters it makes your clit throb hard enough you think you might cum from just the thought alone. 
“Fuck!” Hissed through clenched teeth and Vash nods at you, wrapping your lips around Nicholas’s tip, using your hand with Vash to jerk him off. Tasting his cum as he explodes on your tongue in short order while he moans in such a way that it sounds much more like a growl.
“Swallow if you can Babe. But not all of it, I have one last surprise for him.” Vash whispers and you do your best to start swallowing the thick load that ever new suck and pump seems to pull from him, breathing through your nose as you do. Feeling the flow of cum in your mouth starting to slow you stop swallowing, a gentle hand on your thigh and you slide your lips off his cock, closing the swollen flesh making sure not to spill any of the milky substance. 
Gentle fingers wrapping around your throat, making you look at Vash who's smiling at you like you make up his world with how much affection is swimming in those blown out eyes of his. “Nico~” voice flirty, as Vash turns his head to stare up at Nicholas who has a hand over his eyes panting. A sheen of sweat covering his chest, the dark hair standing out even more than normal.
“What?” Clearly annoyed at being pestered during his post nut high.
“Aww, open your eyes and look at us, pretty please?” Frowning you watch as he does just that. “Perfect. Now open your mouth Babe, and keep watching our sweet blissed out Big Bear.” Opening your mouth and doing just that, you understand what Vash is doing and why he put his hand around your throat, positioning you so Nicholas has a perfect view of his cum on your tongue and around your lips. 
Vash leaning in and from the corner of your eye, you can tell he’s watching Nicholas as well, teasing your tongue with his own in an open mouth kiss so the cum is spreading between both of your mouths. “Fuck.” Is all Nicholas can manage while you and Vash make out, tasting each other and his seed. 
“Give me like ten, no fiftteen then we can fuck like usual.” Nicholas is bartering, reaching for the glass of water you had been drinking from to start his recovery.
Vash grins, closing the space between both of your lips for a far deeper and hotter kiss with you and humming eyes closed. Your own lids follow and you take in the pleasure the blond is giving you, the pressure in your core waiting for release. Pulling away Vash licks at your lips. “We can get started without him.” 
You certainly do, ending up in your usual position of you riding Vash and when Nicholas joins pausing long enough for him to sink into Vash’s tight heat. Nicholas peppering your shoulders with kisses, praising how well you did now that he’s not fucked out of his mind. Telling you how good you both looked sharing his cum. You get the feeling, Nicholas is gonna ask you both to give him blow jobs more often. 
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