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Lorenzo Berkshire Headcanons

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Author's Note: OH! SOME OF Y’ALL ARE ABOUT TO BE REAL MAD AT ME. I feel like the other boys have a lot of grey areas. There are some things we disagree on, but generally we’re all pretty much on the same page. LORENZO BERKSHIRE??? So many different takes.

Lorenzo Berkshire first appeared in a Draco Malfoy Fanfiction. “Filthy,” by babynaomi. You can find it on Wattpad, but here’s the link. It’s completed!

The author also has a series called, “The Diary of Lorenzo Berkshire." Y’all can find the link for that here. It’s ongoing!

I’m keeping in mind how the author wrote him, but I’m also giving myself a lot of creative freedom. This is all a combination of how I think Enzo is based off of what I’ve read and also how I imagine him. I don’t want to write him exactly as someone else has portrayed him. Once again, some of you guys might strongly disagree with me and that’s okay! No one is right, we’re all just having fun.

Anyways. Without further ado…

Lorenzo Charles Berkshire!

Minors DNI | 18+

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Lorenzo Berkshire | Physique

6’4 | He’s the second tallest in the group after Theo

I imagine him to be very broad and lean.

Broad shoulders, big chest, Like a thick Dorito, you know?

Everything about him is big

Big hands, feet, forearms, just…big

| Theo is the kind of tall where as you get closer to him you’re like, “Oh wow, this guys pretty tall.” Whereas with Lorenzo, you can see this man from 20 feet away and just KNOW. You just KNOW |

I don’t know why, he just seems like he’s into health and fitness but to an annoying extent?

Like why the fuck are you running 4 miles at 5:00 AM, Lorenzo? Go back to bed.

He puts a lot of effort into his appearance, but he's also someone who is effortlessly flawless

He tries, but even when he doesn’t he still looks perfect.

He's guy that puts you in a trance. No thoughts, just admiration.

Lorenzo Berkshire | Personality

Lorenzo Berkshire is frustrating.

He’s one of those ‘nice guys’ that reads poetry, plays piano, is into the the classics, and overall seems very aesthetically pleasing.

From afar, it’s easy to admire him. To want him.

But then you have an actual conversation with him and you end up fantasizing about punching him in his stupid, pretty face.

Mansplains.

Automatically assumes everyone isn’t as smart as he is. Even if you say you know what he’s talking about, there’s no way someone like you could possibly comprehend him.

GOD COMPLEX!

If you’re not in his friend group then you’re beneath him.

Only time he’s somewhat pleasant to people outside of his group is when he wants something. Usually sex.

Genuinely enjoys making people upset. He thinks if he can affect someone emotionally then he is automatically the one in charge in that situation and he likes being in charge.

Somehow is still popular? Everyone loves him and hates him at the same time.

Charming asshole.

There's just something about him that draws people in.

Inserts himself as a leader amongst everyone, but he can’t do that with the boys. He definitely tries from time to time, but they shut him down immediately.

He does fit into the aesthetic he portrays.

Reading by the black lake while enjoying a mini picnic he packed for himself

Loves art. I feel like he’d collect art pieces for himself and also really enjoys poetry

He is drawn toward nature and really does see the beauty in everything around him.

He’d spend a good 5 minutes just staring a spider web, admiring it’s beauty appreciating the work that went into it.

He sees a cigarette bud on the sidewalk and thinks it’s ‘poetic’ looking.

He observes the female body in all its art forms and he explores every inch of it every second he gets.

With multiple subjects. Sometimes two or three at a time.

He’s also a major party animal.

Drinking games, piercing loud music, and sex is an average weekend for him.

Never gets hungover and will burst into the boys rooms screaming GOOD MORNING at the top of his lungs after a night out just to piss them off

Despite his party boy behavior, he actually excels in school. Participates in class, high marks, etc

He's smart, but not super smart. He has to dedicate some time to study in order to keep his grades.

Can totally see him being a teachers pet. He takes pride in being favored by people in positions of power. He feels like it gives him power.

Very confident in his looks.

Keeper in Quiddditch because it feeds his ego. No one can make it past him.

Smokes weed. More of a drinker though.

Would and has done a keg stand.

Lorenzo Berkshire | Casanova

SLUT!

He has sex all the time and it’s never a secret.

He’s always talking about who he fucked, where he fucked them, and he likes to rate them too.

He keeps a mental note of who is the best at what so he knows who to go back to for certain things.

He has a blowjob person, a doggy style person, and a ‘will let me do whatever to them no questions asked’ person.

Egotistical Dirty Talker

He likes to praise himself and be praised

Listen to you. Whimpering like that already? I’ve barely even started.

It feels good doesn’t it? Tell me how good it feels.

You can't find better than this. You know nobody can compare me.

He goes on dates and has had a few girlfriends.

He loves the rush of everything being new. First kiss, first touch, first fuck.

He always cheats when he’s in a relationship with these women. He has some friends with benefits who he disguises in his social circles as just friends

He likes seeing his girlfriend fall in love with him, it makes him feel desired. But once he gets bored of her he immediately breaks it off.

It’s a complete flip too. He genuinely seems like he cares about them and then out of nowhere it’s like he just turns it off.

Will keep them on rotation though. Whenever he’s horny he texts a bunch of random people and will fuck whoever responded first.

Then when he leaves he’ll fuck whoever responded second.

Lorenzo Berkshire | Friend

Closest to Draco, but still has a unique special bond with all the boys

He’s had these individual moments with each of them that really made them closer

He’s a good friend to have,

He’s always there to help out and cheer the boys up when they’re having a bad day.

The jokester of the group and always knows how to make them laugh

He will defend his boys against anyone. He can say whatever he wants about them, but the second an outsider disrespects them he tears them apart.

He cares about them, but he has a temper.

Becomes a complete asshole when he feels threatened by one of them.

He is a jealous person and if one of the boys does better than him at something he lashes out.

Eggs them on, does petty shit behind their back like put itching powder in their underwear or hide their notes before a test.

He’s the center of most arguments in the group, but they always just punch it out and move on

At the end of they day, they love him and he loves them | Men are weird.

Lorenzo Berkshire | Boyfriend

Obsessive

He sees you as his other half

Since he thinks very highly of himself he feels like you’re some sort of a goddess to be the only woman to ever grab his full attention.

He never stops thinking about you. It drives him CRAZY

He’s always staring at you because everything about you is perfect to him.

Even when you’re stressed, sad, tired, or are not feeling like your normal self physically or emotionally he still is absolutely enthralled by you. Bad days and good days. He'll take it all. All of you every second.

Genuinely thinks you could do no wrong and will back you up in any situation.

You burned down a house? Must have had your reasons. | He supports women’s rights and wrongs.

He actually enjoys it when other guys flirt with you. He likes to watch their reaction when he walks up to you guys and claims you as his right in front of them.

Arrogant strides, one foot after the other before he yanks you to him, your eyes meeting his in surprise. He puts one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your waist as he ravenously presses his lips against yours. His tongue invades your mouth and his hands wonder instantly, groping every part of you. Your thoughts cloud as you mold yourself into his touch and all the while Enzo is staring at the guy the entire time.

The next day he finds them in some secluded hallway and breaks their jaw. He holds them by the collar, staring at them with a smile as the blood runs from their mouth.

I'm going to break one bone for each time you flirt with my girlfriend. Next one will be your neck.

You can never talk to another guy for long before Enzo is by your side and claiming you as his for everyone to see

Enzo is big on Physical Touch because it feeds his ego that he is the only one that can touch you.

Plus touching you just feels so damn good.

Pulling you into dark corners of the library and walking out with you sporting 2 love bites on your neck and at least seven on your thighs.

Hand low on your back, always touching your ass just a little bit as you walk.

Gripping the very top of your thighs when you sit together.

He always has his hand slightly under your skirt and a bit too high for everyone else’s comfort.

But if you dare try to move it, growing shy of everyone’s looks, he stares you down immediately.

Try to move my hand again, Princess. I’ll move it up higher and teach you a lesson right here in front of everyone. You want that? You want me to make you cum in front of all these people?

But if the stares bother you too much then Enzo would drag you back to his dorm so he can touch you in private.

Enzo enjoys the soft touches as well as the rough ones.

He touches you like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to

Desperate hands clinging to you, holding your head in his hands as he kisses your forehead and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs.

Pulling you in for hugs that last forever, savoring every moment.

Slow and loving kisses every morning when you wake up and every night before you go to bed. He thinks it’s ‘good luck’ to start and end his day with a kiss.

He gets so moody if you ever wake up before him and leave without giving him a one.

He’ll storm up to you no matter where you are or who you’re with and he’ll just grab you and start smothering you with kisses.

Forehead, cheek, nose, lips, neck, wherever.

I need to compensate for my loss.

Huge romantic. Goes above and beyond.

Candlelit dinners, picnics, vacations, and he will spend days, weeks, or even months planning out every single detail.

Nothing ever goes wrong because he doesn’t let it. If something falls through then he’ll find a way to make it happen anyways. You will get nothing less than the best.

Enzo likes to spoil you

Gift Giving

While dating Enzo your wardrobe will continue to grow.

There’s just something so sexy to him about seeing you wear things he bought you.

Clothes, shoes, bags, necklaces, bracelets, etc.

Would buy you a promise ring early into the relationship because he loves fast and hard. Also because he likes to look at the ring on your finger.

And make sure everyone else looks at the ring on your finger.

He likes to let everyone know how much he spoils you so they know they could never compete with him.

But there's also moments that he saves just for when it’s the two of you, wanting the intimacy of being alone.

Without fail he always shows up at your door with a fresh bouquet and your favorite treat once a week. Never on the same day though. He likes to keep you on your toes.

Gift baskets. Lorenzo Berkshire is a gift basket man. He likes to buy you multiple things because he feels like only gifting you one item is never enough.

He would never just leave the items in the bag because he wants to have it nicely on display to you so he can see your reaction as your eyes scan all the different things.

He can and will give you the world.

Quality Time and Words of Affirmations

Enzo likes to spend time with you.

As I mentioned before, he sees you as an extension of himself so wherever he goes you go.

Sometimes you have to convince him to do things without you so that the boys can have a break.

They love you, but you see them roll their eyes as they try to talk to Enzo and his focus is solely on you.

He just sits next to you, kissing your jaw as he whispers in your ear

Do you know how sexy you look right now?

Mmmm, I love you so much.

You wanna get out of here? I'm hungry.

You’re just trying to do them a favor since Enzo would probably ruin his entire friend group if one of them even suggested not bringing you along

Enzo, it’s boys night! I can’t tag along on boys night.

Well why the fuck not?

He’s so stubborn. He can not fathom spending more than five seconds without you.

Eventually you’ll convince him to go have fun, but as soon as he’s done he’s back by your side in an instant.

That was awful, I’m never leaving you again.

You didn’t have any fun?

Of course I didn’t. Why would you even ask me that?

You’re being dramatic.

No, I’m not. You have to come next time. It's the only way Malfoy will make it out alive. If you’re with me there’s less of a chance I’ll beat him to the ground after hearing him complain for the hundredth time within the hour. Blaise had to stop me from killing him at least six times tonight.

If you’re there then I won’t have to explain to Narcissa why she can’t see her cry baby bitch of a son ever again.

You can’t help but laugh at his behavior, brushing him off before getting ready for bed.

And after any time spent without you, Enzo’s clingy behavior always becomes more intense. As soon as you wake up he's attached at the hip, making up for lost time and doing everything for you as an excuse to stay close to you

But Enzo has a funny way of doing things for you. He always incorporates a little bit of teasing into his Acts of Service

Bending down to lace your shoe and grabbing your hand afterwards as he looks into your eyes and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckle.

Flattening out the back of your ruffled uniformed skirt as you standup, grabbing your ass in the process.

Replacing your conditioner when the bottle starts to run low and leaving a note right next to it

“So your hair still feels silky smooth when I hold it while you choke on my cock.

Broom closet later?

Your Enzo”

Even though he likes taking care of you, it’s never for free.

Giving you his notes if you miss class, bringing you tea on late studying nights, or going out to buy you your favorite snacks when you ask him to

He always walks up to you, a grin on his face as he turns his head to the side and awaits his payment. You smile softly and press a kiss against his cheek.

Thank you, Enzo.

I’m at your service, Angel.

Now where’s my tip?

Lorenzo Berkshire | Committed Lover

Dating Lorenzo Berkshire is not for the weak.

Once again, Enzo loves to tease you.

Edging. Enzo will edge you for HOURS and he watches you every second

Sitting on the floor of his room, your heart thumping against your chest as you feel the pressure in your abdomen build before being ripped from of you. You cry in frustration looking up at Enzo through the reflection of the mirror in front of you. Your back is rested against his front, your legs spread wide open as he continues to pleasure and torture you at the same time.

Enzo! Please let me cum! Please!

I think I want to enjoy the view just a little while longer.

Degradation kink. Enzo prefers to be the dominant one because he loves being in control of you.

After edging you he’ll look you in the eyes as he spits in his hand wraps it around his huge, veiny cock. Up and down his hand begins to move, taking his pre-cum and using it as extra lubrication. He bites his lip as his eyes slowly move down your body. Fuck. His pace quickens and he rolls his head back, letting out the most bone chilling moan.

Beg for it.

Enzo...I need you

You can do better than that, baby. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you. Tell me how much of whore you are for me.

He lets you top sometimes.

He only does it if he’s feeling tired, lazy, or if he’s just in the mood to sit back and watch.

Arms rested behind his head as he looks up at you with a smirk. Something about watching you use him just does something to him.

Go on, darling. Do your worst.

And you do. Bouncing on his cock so hard the headboard starts bang against the wall. Pretty soon Enzo’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he’s gripping onto the sheets for the life of him as you fuck the soul out of his body.

It’s now you wearing the smirk as your boyfriend hangs his mouth open, gasping for air. He can barely comprehend a thing other than the feeling of your wet pussy moving up and down his cock

I’m not sure you can handle my worst, darling.

Enzo smiles to himself as you put him in his place. He had finally met his match and he couldn’t be happier.

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When writing Theo’s it just felt like complete thirst. Mattheo? Sad boy energy. Lorenzo’s feels very analytical. I feel like I’m turning in a research paper.

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wintersera · 4 months

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special gift || g!p karina x f!reader

notes: merry christmas!! hope y’all enjoy this smutfic… also “short fic” my ass i got carried away again 😭

cw: g!p karina, top!karina, bottom!reader, somnophilia, established relationship

wc: 1.7k

having a girlfriend who was one of the top idols in the industry was seriously a pain in the ass. sure you were lucky with dating THE karina from hit south korean girl group aespa, but fuck, you hated whenever jimin was basically never at home. during comebacks she was always booked and busy, and unfortunately this year, her schedules were packed tightly; solo gigs, advertisements, photoshoots on top of show after show, variety show shoots, etc.

you had cursed lee-fuckass-sooman for being such a shitty ceo and never letting his idols take a short break, even for christmas. all that cursing and manifesting towards that man in hopes that he would do something pulled through, because guess what, you woke up to the sound of your phone going off, a text message from your beloved girlfriend.

you honestly were tired as fuck, you knocked out as soon as she said ‘wait for me’, but with all the anticipation and adrenaline of seeing your girlfriend for the first time, in what? a few months, you were too excited to sleep any longer than an hour.

up at the ass crack of dawn cleaning your entire apartment, every single room had to be spotless, cleaned to perfection, shiny to the point of where you can see your face. not only that, but with christmas being literally today, you had to put up last minute decorations since you were too lazy to set up everything during your finals week, although you were busy as hell, so you couldn’t really decorate regardless, anything for your girlfriend i guess.

cleaning the entire apartment took hours, you were at it for so long that you didn’t even realise it was noon, and then decorating took way too long that in a flash it was already the evening and the sun was setting. oh shit, you realised jimin would be coming home soon, and you had no present to give her.

unless….

anyways, as a little treat, since jimin hadn’t seen you in so damn long, you thought it would be nice to dress up for her. even though you will be staying inside with her all day, dressing as santa would be on theme. rummaging through your closet, you find an off shoulder santa dress you bought last year for a party, pairing that with a set of lingerie, yeah you could be jimin’s ‘present’.

it was getting late, really really late, and even though you knew jimin said she was gonna come home at god knows what time, you couldn’t help but feel a little disheartened. you checked your phone, 11:07pm, no messages, no calls from her. you wondered if she stayed behind, knowing her, she would’ve stayed helping someone out if they really needed her, she was kind like that.

you laid on the couch feeling sleepy, all the effort put into making your apartment look presentable and christmas-y took a large toll on your body. seconds go by and you feel your eyes shutting, and your body relaxing.

thirty minutes.

the jingling of jimin’s keys could be heard from a few metres away. she knocked excitedly at the door expecting you to open up and jump into her arms, but nothing. she thought it was a little strange, you’d always opened the door and greeted her with a grin whenever she was able to visit, however you didn’t answer, not even your phone.

jimin thanked you for giving her spare keys just in case a situation like this happened, or a situation where she wanted to surprise you after your uni classes. has it happened? a few of times, yes. she came to your apartment and diligently waited for you with a cake on the table. but besides that, jimin waltzed into the apartment sighing and unzipping her massive puffer jacket “baby i’m home” her voice trailing off as she notices you sleeping on the couch “aww, did you doze off waiting for me? you’re so cute y/n” she was kind enough to lift you up and carry you to the bed, but only a few seconds later she realises what you were wearing.

jimin gently places you on top of your blanket, her face tinted a slight shade of red, your skirt hiked up a little for her to see. she pressed a shaky hand on her lips, wondering if she should really do what she was thinking, knowing you, she thought it would be okay. you’ve established this before, if it comes to jimin coming back to yours and you’re fast asleep, you told her it would be one hundred percent okay for her to wake you up by fucking you.

she sighs heavily and coughs, her hand shakily steadying herself on the bed, hovering right above you. with ease, she took off your dress leaving you with your lingerie on “why’d you have to be asleep. i’m so hard right now you don’t understand” her pants becoming increasingly uncomfortable with every passing second. caressing your skin gently before she unhooked the bra hook at the front, she begins to tease around your already hard nipples, building up her own arousal. a soft mewl escapes your lips, jimin’s teasing gradually turning into heated touches. each touch amplified your moaning, which in favour made jimin reach her breaking point, sliding her cargos off easily, she frantically tugs at the waistband of her boxers before tending to your panties.

spreading your legs apart so she can slot herself in between your thighs, you gradually come into consciousness, blinking your eyes a few times before your vision clears up “mmm… jimin?” you whispered, voice a little husky.

“finally, you’re awake. can we, you know… have sex?” she asks seriously. you giggle at the older girl, you look at her dearly.

“of course we can” noted, she draws herself closer, so close that her lips tickle your own. your arms wrap around jimin’s neck pulling her down, kissing her sweetly and softly. as she gives into the slow kiss, jimin adjusts herself comfortably between your legs, her hard cock against your bare pussy “you’re already hard” you say as you break the kiss.

“you look too cute, i couldn't help it” giggling as she pecks your lips twice before she turns your face to the side slowly kissing your jaw all the way down to your neck “were you dressed as my christmas gift?” huffing each time she stops kissing your neck.

“y-yeah” voice wavering “sorry i wanted to greet you, but i got too sleepy” you whimper softly as she pushes the tip of her cock slowly inside of your pussy.

“that’s okay, i know you did this all for me” you hum happily as she kisses your cheek, “you’ve made christmas so special, and i didn’t get you anything either, so let me treat you tonight” jimin licks her lips in arousal, attentively watching you wince as she pushes the rest of her length inside. one thing jimin loved about being intimate with you is the way you were so reactive to her touches, she always loved how easy it was to make you call out her name while your hands gripped her arm. the way you got so lost in pleasure, the way you sweetly moaned with each thrust, how you had to have your hands somewhere on jimin’s body just to feel even closer, jimin loved it all.

jimin began rolling her hips, her cock being long enough to hit almost every spot that made you squirm beneath her “how are you feeling, does my cock make you feel good?” you couldn’t answer simply with words, rather you responded with rapid ‘hm’s’ and ‘mhm’s’ all while she drove herself deeper. she leaned down and pressed her lips against yours once again, this time sliding in her tongue. you moaned into her mouth, her passion and skill making you feel dizzy and weak from the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving. jimin grinned into the kiss, knowing that she was the only one who could make you feel this way made her heart flutter.

she kept pumping in and out, quickening up the pace in one second, and then stopping abruptly the other second, just to see you hit her shoulder lightly and tell her to speed up while you moved your hips around her shaft, then suddenly speeding up again, catching you off guard and making you yelp.

she continues to rock hard and fast, giving you no time to think for yourself. your stomach plummets feeling like you were about to explode “fu.. fuck. jimin, i- i feel like i’m gonna cum” any other words after sounded like a bunch of garbled nonsense, the words ‘close’ being repeated a few times. to bring you closer to the edge, jimin took her fingers, put them softly into your mouth for you to suck them obediently, took them out and rubbed your clit slow circles. you moaned loud in response, her fingers skilfully playing with your clit as her thrusts grew harsher and consistent.

“ah… me too, god i’m so close-“ jimin kept going, her harsh thrust weakened her arms, forcing her to press her body against yours. she couldn’t take it much longer, her cock twitching and her tip overly sensitive “gonna.. i’m gonna cum, fuck” her hips jolted, her face nuzzling in between your neck as she attempts to hide a long moan. not so long after, you followed in suit, feeling her warm semen filling the insides of your pussy made you lose it. you gripped jimin’s bicep as you threw your head onto the soft pillow, legs twitching in response to jimin’s fingers still rubbing your clit.

a few seconds of relishing in ecstasy go by, you and your lover breathing heavily, catching your breath while you caress jimin’s hair lovingly. you tapped her shoulder “you okay baby?” she got up from between your neck, her baby hairs sticking to her forehead,

“merry christmas babe” smiling sweetly as she kisses your forehead, “i’m okay, it felt too good i almost blacked out” she pulled out, watching you again as you frowned subtly. jimin held back a giggle, you were just too cute “come on babe, let's get up. i’ll run a bath for the both of us”

“you’re so sweet jimin, i love you so much”

“i love you too y/n, merry christmas you cutie”

#wintersera #aespa smut #aespa karina smut #g!p aespa #g!p karina #yu jimin smut #yu jimin x reader smut #karina x reader smut #karina x fem reader smut #kpop smut #girl group smut

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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blow me like a candle • e. jaeger

Eren was never really a fan of parties or celebrating birthdays at all for that matter but (y/n) knows just the trick to make his special day one worth remembering.

cw: black fem reader, musician eren x influencer reader, oral sex (m/f receiving, he eats ass for like .1 seconds 😭), food play, squirting, toy use, public play, aggressive eren, mentions of car sex, masturbation, choking, overstim, kitchen sex, pet names, cumshot, breeding, (princess, daddy, baby)

wc: 4.1k

📝: y’all know I couldn’t let baby boy’s special day pass without doing something for my fav ship! Hope y’all enjoy. Happy belated to my beloved!

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“And who all did you invite?” “Just a few friends, that’s all.” “Get to naming or I’m not going.”

the expected banter between you and your fiancé had been going on for nearly an hour now. All this amid your preparations and planning for the one day a year that you’d have to all but force him to take it off.

“For real, EJ? It’s your own damn birthday party. How you not gone go?” Smacking your lips in pure frustration at your man. Honestly, you shouldn't be too surprised when dealing with someone so stubborn and ornery. For the three years that you had been together, March thirtieth seemed to be a day of dread rather than enjoyment for the disgruntled musician. Fans had already begun flooding his inbox, comments and mentions with love, adoration and fan edits of the man who brought them a plethora of hits over the years. Some even consider him the sole reason they were even on this planet. Celebrating the life of EJ the Don..you were scrambling all week, planning a party for him in secrecy, hoping to surprise the rapper but with a bit of digging and zero resolve from his assistant, he quickly discovered your plan and voided it immediately. While everyone else was showering him with love and hoping to make his twenty eighth trip around the sun a happy one, Eren was too busy being glued to his next online match and dismissing any and all talk about some extravagant party. Including his own wife to be!

“Because (y/n), it’s pointless. A bunch of people who don’t even fuck with me on a regular day, running in my face and being annoying. Why should I spend my day in a loud restaurant or looking at Jean’s ugly ass mug when I could sit right here, kick my feet up, play some COD…..” His words trailing off while pulling you toward him with a gentle grasp on your wrist. “And eat frosting off your ass. Is that too much for a man to ask?” You’d all but dismissed him, rolling your eyes as he burst into laughter. It was obvious he wasn’t going to make this easy. “I’m serious though, princess. There’s just no use in wasting time or money on something like this. I’m happy right here with you.” At the end of the day, it was his decision. But a last ditch effort at guilt tripping couldn’t hurt! Folding your arms over your chest, (y/n) pushed your lip into a pout, giving him those glaring brown eyes. The ones he could never resist or say no to. Truthfully, you wanted him to have a nice time and gather all of the people who cared about him in one place. For once, let him be the one taken care of..

“I get it, I’m sorry..” “it’s fine, I just rather—“ but before he could finish his sentence, you began in on your little tirade and even threw a few tears in to make it plausible. “I mean, I just wanted you to have a good day, that’s all..I guess it really doesn’t matter.” In the midst of your little tirade, his smile would quickly fade into a look of confusion. Now he felt bad! Here you were planning and expending all of this energy into a gathering, spending your own money and resources to give him an amazing night and he’d rather spend it playing some stupid game. Unbelievable! Refusing to see his baby upset, regardless of his better judgment, Eren released a huff and got up to console you. “Calm down, princess..alright, you win. I’ll go.” Just then, that seemingly somber glare turned to one of pure excitement! “You mean it?! Oh my goodness, I’m so happy!—“ but there was one minor stipulation he wanted to attach to this little acceptance offer. In mere seconds, that deviant grin was back plastered across his handsome face and you couldn’t help but get the sneaking suspicion that something insane was swirling around in that big ass head of his. “One condition.” The only words he uttered to grab your attention. Cradling your waist tightly and running his hand across the lower part of your stomach. “I’ll go to your party, because I know you worked so hard planning it. BUT…there is something you have to do for me..” just then, you’d freeze in his clutch, wondering what exactly this man had in mind. Granted, he would’ve been perfectly content with just you, a blunt and his PlayStation but since you were all but forcing him to participate in this little charade, he might as well be entertained while going and he knew just the trick to doing so! “What is it?…” but alas, you wouldn’t receive your answer right away. Just as you had done for him, you’d let his mind wander and contemplate what could be. Walking off towards the kitchen after parting with a peck to the cheek, Eren just burst into laughter at the thought of his own sinister plot. “ ‘EJ, stop playing. What is it?”

“I’ll tell you just like you told me..it’s a surprise.” And suddenly, you knew the next few days of anticipation of what was up his crafty little sleeve.

it wouldn’t be until the night of his much anticipated soirée that you’d find out just what he was up to! By that time, it was too late and he had surely set you up! Because what other way..what gift would be greater than to force (y/n) into sporting a controlled vibrator for the duration of the event?! Underneath your shimmery designer, thigh length dress and thin pink panties lay a discreetly hidden device..shoved inside of you and controlled by his hands. Even with the promise of wanting to do anything to make his special day the best and just genuinely happy, you couldn’t believe that this was his request! Coupled with the fact that he didn’t want to be around all of these people anyways? You were certainly in for a hell of a night. Forcing him to do social interaction; the one thing he despises most on his birthday…this was karma! So as you sat by his side at Casa Tua..across from a table of his peers as they poured alcohol and sang his praises, he was casually tapping away at his screen, tormenting you with each passing second. That silicone mashed up against your mound and whirled around in your flesh. Tiny shocks of stimulation sporadically hitting your clit. Gifts and wrapped packages surrounded the table, lavender ambience lighting scattered above you and your company as he swirled his thumb pad around and drove up the frequency, making it nearly impossible for you to keep your composure. “..you’re the worst.” “You did say you’d do whatever I wanted.” To which you had no choice but to agree. No matter how flustered you were, clenching your thighs together and chewing at your lip. Everyone around you cackling, bantering among themselves. Meanwhile, you’d keep your hands entangled around his arm, clutching each time he hit another pulse. Trying to shield your face from being spotted. “No need to hide that pretty face..let everybody see how much you’re enjoying this.” Snickering from behind his palm as he gave that small dot another spin and watched you peel over once more; clutching his arm in the process. However, he was unphased and continued sipping at his champagne flute full of Moët. That smirk riddled across his face. He only wanted you to cave so that he could inevitably risk you away but your pride wouldn’t allow it. After having made your little spectacle and pleading the case as to why he needed to be drug out of the house, you were going to pay for this!

“..why don’t you moan a lil’ bit for me, baby? Tell me how good that feels inside of you..” It was at that exact moment, the waiter began dispersing meals around the table and neither of you could focus on the delectable dishes in front of you for the fact that the only thing you wanted was to devour each other! Eren was growing farther aroused and impatient by the second. Wishing he could tear you out of that dress that had your titties looking so juicy stuffed up in it. That made the curvature of your plump ass sit just right and of course, there was that beautiful face…one he wanted to fuck relentlessly until you stained his dick with that sticky gloss. “Or better yet..say the magic words and I’ll make it stop.” All the while taunting you with higher frequencies..whispering in that low deep tone that always drove you mad with lust. Whimpering through muffled lips, (y/n) cradled your face into his shoulder blade and to play it off, he’d coil a hand around your back when the server made his way to your side. “Had a little too much to drink..lightweights.” Chuckling with the man before he walked off. Buying you a bit more time as you rutted your dripping cunt against that toy. Staining the seat of your panties in that slick…a mess he had to see for himself. Luckily for the both of you, everyone was a bit preoccupied with their own side conversations to notice that he was discreetly tugging back your thong and exposing that swollen clit to the cool elements. “…I bet you want to let it out so bad, don’t you? Ride my fingers instead…or better yet…” just then, you’d feel his middle and ring fingers swirling your swollen bud, eliciting a gasp from you. “I can give you this dick. Whatever you want, princess. All you have to do is say it. Don’t be so stubborn..” that smug look had turned into a full blown grin because he was getting an absolute thrill out of all of this. The longer you waited, the further you prolonged your own orgasm. There was no point in pretending you could handle it. “ ‘Ren..” “Say it.” So reluctantly but eventually…you’d cave! In a shrill moan, still cradling his forearm through his white button down, you’d utter the one phrase he was looking for:

“…take me home.”

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thirty minutes later

after having abandoned the restaurant and all of your unsuspecting friends, the two of you jetted out of the eatery; his arm cradling you as he carried you from the establishment. From there, his plan was in motion. Funny enough, the two of you had devised your escape plan in the event that you couldn’t hold out; under the guise that you had fallen ill after one too many glasses of liquor. Putting on one hell of an act, so much so, an Oscar should’ve been seated next to his five Grammys. Either way, it worked and once valet wrangled his red McLaren to the forefront of the building, you were out of there! The brief drive home was equally as thrilling as the rush you got from potentially being caught. Whilst he maneuvered the wheel, trying to get you guys home quickly, you’d indulge him from the passenger’s seat; legs parted to either side, facing him whilst playing with that pretty pussy. Gently rubbing on yourself to release that tension building in your body. In the confines of this car, you were free to scream as loudly as possible, say whatever you please. Pumping those digits in and out, creaming all over them as you moaned for the man responsible. Even squirting and drenching his leather interior, which brought a big smile to his face. “You’re so fucking sexy, oh my god…”

so it came as no surprise when you got through the front door of your home, things only escalated…whisking you around whilst making out. Pinning you against the wall with his knee parting your thighs. Eren slid those nimble digits between your folds… whimpering and grunting against your lips. Tugging your top down and sucking on your nipples. Ravaging every inch of your body he could get his hands on..those tattooed fingers pinching, pulling and spanking you as he saw fit. Who needed two hundred dollar dinners when he could devour you as he saw fit? Naturally, it was only fitting that he take you to the kitchen, set you atop the counter and really start the party..no pun intended!

“Open those fucking legs, hurry up.” From the switch of tone in his voice, you knew for certain he was done playing these games. All night, he had been watching you strut in that tight little two piece..teasing him and practically begging for him to get that pussy. How envious he was of that Lush Vibrator being buried deep in your greedy little cunt. He could’ve had it all a lot sooner had you just let him stay home, now..it was time to put his claim on it. Not wasting another second of his precious time, (y/n) parted those thighs as far as you could spread them and held them in place with your palms. Gripping the thick of that ass and staying steady for him. It was a beautiful sight.. “..Eren, baby. I need it so bad. I need that dick..” desperately declaring as you watched him strip himself of his own clothing. “I know, baby. I got you..” Your panties tugged to the side by a finger hooked around the material and heels dangling in the air. Trust, he wanted to fulfill your desire for the both of you but there was one thing he needed before doing so. See, he had plans all night of how he wanted to go about this…the fantasy plaguing his perverted mind for days. With his shirt finally unfastened, he’d toss it to the floor, starting on his belt next as he beelined for the fridge. You already looked absolutely delectable and divine, but this would just set it over the top. When he retrieved his sought after item, you’d smirk and begin laughing when you saw what he had. “First though, let me have a lil’ taste of you.” Brandishing in his hand a canister of whipped frosting, Eren removed the top and tilted it downward, leaving a few little dots on your neck, nipples..along with a trail going down your exposed stomach. Even leaving a few on your asscheeks. Pink confectionery laden across your beautiful dark skin..it was the sweetest treat he could ask for. Bending down, he’d grasp your chin lightly and shove his tongue into your mouth, flinging it around as you engaged in sloppy kisses. It was almost criminal how badly he wanted you..cupping your breasts in your palms, you’d watch him closely as he lowered his head to begin lapping up those tiny piles of frosting. Slowly, he’d twirl his tongue around your perky mocha nipples; softly suckling them off. (Y/N) trailed those freshly done nails through his hair. Those narrowing eyes glaring at him as he glided down your body.

“Mmphm!” Sharply exhaling in reaction to his careful movements. He could tell that you were thoroughly enjoying this little display of foreplay. “I’ve been waiting all night for this..” Slowly but surely swiping up the sugary trail, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you. It wasn’t until he reached your mound did he pick up that can once more and dot your clit with the same substance. “Let me see your hands, baby?” Cooing to you in that sweet tone as he intertwined your fingers and shifted his focus to your slit, slurping on those delightful juices; stirred up by all the teasing. The mixture of your natural taste and that subtle sweetness of that frosting intermeshed for a delicious flavor. He was in absolute bliss at the moment, enjoying every bit of that body that he had been denied all evening. Because of that, he was going to ensure that he ate your pussy until his jaws locked up. For his own pleasure and you could come, cry and whatever else you felt necessary but this was his right now. “Hnghhh!! ‘Ren…oh shit. Right there..eat this pussy..” He’d continue on, spitting down into those folds and your entrance, being stretched open by his two free fingers. Whilst the two of you held hands, he’d greedily feast, making loud moaning noises and vibrating against your plump lips. Soon, he’d turn his attention to your decorated backside and licked it clean; gently flicking his tongue across your asshole momentarily. By this time, your nectar was trickling down his chin and even to his throat; that bobbing Adam’s apple jumping as he drank in your divine mixture. Eren was so enamored that he didn’t want to come up for air even..only to praise you for doing so good for him. “Keep putting in my face, princess..mmm, fuck..” meanwhile, you had no idea just how hard you had gotten him through the concealment of those pants. Hearing the sounds of your smacking wetness and little voice calling out for him. He’d proceed to tongue fuck and give you insurmountable pleasure, so much so that you reached another orgasm, but it was right before you could make it to a third did he cease and come up for air. His mouth and cheeks eventually stained in that syrupy sex. “C’mere..” demanding in a breathy wind as he clutched your throat and meshed your mouths together.

with the opposite set of digits, he’d undo the button of his black pants and tug his boxers down his waistline. That thick cock; swollen and throbbing with desire for you. “I want you so bad…want you so fucking bad..” by this time, becoming quite needy as he gripped his shaft and drug it across that aching cunt. Glaring with watchful eyes, (y/n) nibbled at your bottom lip in anticipation and Eren had no plans to keep you waiting for long! “..Take it…” “..give me that pussy. Open it up f’r me..” using your fingers to part that pretty slit open and seconds later, his tip made home inside of you.. “f-fuck!” Normally, he’d be gentle and all for going slow..taking his time but after being edged along for teased, he was about to tear your shit up! The initial sensation catching him up a bit until he gained a rhythm and the two of you finally found yourselves in sync. That leg draped over his shoulder and shook as he began to thrust. In and out..feeding you a couple deep ones, only to draw out some of that silky cream. Pumping until he was able to fit half way. “..you gonna let me have this pussy, baby? You can take more, I know you can. ‘S so tight..” baiting you along with that sweet charm, all while choking you out for added stimulation. He didn’t let you take your eyes off of him for one second, wanting to see each of those beautiful reactions. Even when you began to shed a small tear and whimper. “You can take this dick f’r me, can’t you? Let me put that shit in your stomach? That’s the only gift I want..” “..mmmm..yeah. I can take it, daddy. Give it to me!” Begging him to increase his speed and beat your shit sore if that’s what he desired. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long before he hit his stride. You’d find yourself clutching the sides of that countertop, bracing yourself for that brutal pounding. The sounds of your rough love making ringing throughout the room, all that passion and affection coursing between your sweat riddled bodies. “Right there, right there! Please don’t stop, ‘Ren! I’m gonna come.” That much apparent by the tight clutch of your cunt around his shaft. That milky white sheath coating him…but he knew what was coming next and he couldn’t wait to feel it. So much so, he’d massage your clit and bait you on.

“Squirt on this dick then..come all over it..” Coaxing out that sticky rain as he swiped his fingers across your bud and let it spray his lower abdomen. Your body shook violently in reaction to that pent up orgasm. The third one you’d experienced tonight and you weren’t sure how many more you could handle. However, your husband-to-be was going to put it to the test! “Thaaat’s my girl. But you’re not done..I know you got more.” Gritting his teeth and grunting in your ear. Giving you only seconds to adjust before folding you yet again and doubling down, folding you into a bit of a mating press to really pound your pussy. “AHH! Fuck, fuck…” making you yelp in an excessively high pitched voice as your skin smacked and collided in a fury. His entire pelvis soaked in slick as he slammed those full balls against your backside. The two of you were making a beautiful, aggressive, mess…letting him have all of you was more than he could ask for on a day like this! Soon though, you wouldn’t be the only one reaching climatic bliss as you felt him swelling up inside of that tight womb. “Imma—imma nut in that fucking pussy!” “Come in me, ‘Ren! Nut in this pussy, daddy!” Emptying his sack shortly thereafter and letting the remnants spill into you. Both of you releasing ear shattering cries simultaneously.. “..oh my God..” “..oh shit.”

even so, that still wasn’t all he had in the tank! Once he pulled out, letting the pulsating shaft hit the cool air; withdrawing from your sore warmth to give it a break. “..yeah, I need that throat now. Clean me off, baby.” And you were thrilled to oblige! Helping you to the floor, placing you on your knees, Eren positioned himself in front of you and kept that hair reigned back as he let you work your magic. “..you’re so fucking pretty..gone let me fuck this face..” just in pure awe of how gorgeous you looked, despite being put through the wringer by him. With tear stained eyes and running makeup, you’d laugh and ask that he pass you the frosting. Now it was his turn to be devoured and sucked up. The best finish to an already wonderful night. You were so thankful that he whisked you away from that party now! Tilting that canister up, you’d spray a single line across his aching cock and quickly slide your tongue across it shortly thereafter. “Mmmmm..yeah..see how good you taste?” Nodding your head as you began bobbing it back and forth. Cleaning up your mixture of cum and the pink cream splattered all over his lower half. You didn’t even need hands..taking him to the hilt in the back of your throat only moments after beginning. Eventually, you’d start implementing twisting palms and drawing out not only more of his moans but the remainder of that nut as well. “Are you going to come for me?..come all in this mouth?” Fluttering those adorable eyes that made him weaker than he already was. (Y/N) would open your mouth wider, preparing yourself to be drenched in that warm seed. You knew he couldn’t withstand it much longer. That thumping was growing by the millisecond and as you’d twist him around in your palms..”OHHH! FUCK…”

you’d find yourself absolutely saturated in that hot white semen. Covering your face, mouth and titties..to which you’d proudly parade with a wide smile on your face. Wiping it clear from your eyes with his thumb, Eren would lean down and give you the biggest kiss he had mustered all night. He couldn’t believe the aftermath of what you two had created. But you both could do nothing but burst into laughter..

“Damn..kinda went overboard, huh?”

“You think so?” regardless, his happiness was your main concern and giving him the best present a man could ask for. He couldn’t imagine celebrating any other way!..grasping your chin once more, he couldn’t help but to keep showering you with pecks, even after swallowing his cum.

“Hey..happy birthday, baby..” Knowing that dinners, expensive gifts..whatever, nothing else could top this.

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ptergwen · 2 years

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hi val, i loved can’t get close so much. i’m so excited that you have your requests open. can you please do a fic with clingy puppy peter energy again where petey is just a sweet cuddly baby at a friendgroup sleepover fighting for his life cause he’s having to constantly share the readers attention with everyone else and he’s just a pouty baby but then he just gives up on being a sweet beb and turns into a chaotic horny devil to get readers attention lol. thank you <3

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warnings: 18+, suggestiveness, language, mentions of drinking, and implied smut

a/n: thank you lovely! since this fit so well i decided to make it a little continuation of can’t get close but it can totally be read as a stand alone too! keep the requests coming y’all, happy reading <3

“those are the rules, peter. boys out there, girls in here.”

“well, the rules suck. who made them?”

“i did.”

your friends are staying the night because it’s late and everyone has been drinking, which is the perfect excuse for a sleepover. you’ve decided to split it so that you, liz, mj, and betty sleep in your room. you thought peter, harry, and ned could take the living room, but peter would rather be with you.

peter holds both your hands and swings them back and forth.

“ugh, y/n/n. you and your rules. why?”

“so there’s no funny business. you know ned and betty would go at it like rabbits.”

“you think liz and mj wouldn’t?”

“no, they have class. besides, someone’s gotta keep harry company.”

peter loops his arms around your waist, pouting out his bottom lip.

“but i wanna sleep with you.”

you laugh and take his hands again. he keeps his arms around you.

“your sex drive is out of control, tiger.”

“no, not like that. i mean, i’m not opposed, but i meant i wanna sleep in your bed.”

“why, you’re above the couch?”

“because i wanna be with you.”

you peck peter’s lips with a grin. he’s making his puppy eyes at you, and no matter how cute they are, he should know by now that they don’t work on you.

“i know, but some guy time would be good for you, and i need girl time.“

betty pops her head out of your bedroom door.

“y/n, c’mon! liz raided your bathroom for stuff to do facials.“

“that’s my cue. be right there, betts!”

peter tightens his arms around you.

“seriously? you’re such a baby.“

“your baby.”

“very cute, but let me go.”

“why can’t i just join you? i like facials.”

“so do them with ned and harry. you’ve gotta let me go now, peter.”

“nuh uh.”

“peter.”

it takes some effort, but you manage to pry peter off of you and free yourself from his arms. peter whines like the baby he is. you bite back a smile.

“i’ll see you later, okay?”

“fine. enjoy girl time.”

you connect your lips with his once more. peter tries to deepen the kiss. you slip away before he can and run off to your room, where your friends are waiting for you. you turn back to look at peter, smirking. he hears you and the rest of the girls giggling, then the door shuts behind you.

peter accepts his defeat and heads into the living room to join ned and harry.

harry sits in the middle of the couch with his arms spread out on either cushion. he sips a beer while ned searches for something on your tv.

“parker, there you are! leeds was just about to introduce me to star wars.”

“you’ve never seen star wars?”

peter sits down next to harry.

“nope, not a single one.”

“dude, that’s insane. they’re cult classics.”

“exactly what i said. harry, we’re about to change your life, bro.”

“i’m counting on it, leeds. hit it.”

ned presses play on the movie. harry passes him his beer. ned takes a swig and offers it to peter, but he declines.

peter and ned answer all of harry’s questions about star wars, which are numerous, but they don’t mind. it’s always nice when someone appreciates their star wars knowledge. harry and ned get easily invested in the movie. as much as peter loves it, his mind is elsewhere.

he keeps hearing laughter and squeals coming from your room, and he can make out every single one that comes from you.

what he’d give to be in there.

“you know what the girls were doing earlier? facials.”

“oh, shit. for real? that’s kinky.”

“not those kinds of facials, ned. the ones with face masks.”

“no, leeds is right. girls do kinky shit at sleepovers. sheesh, if only we could see what they were up to.”

that gives peter an idea.

“who says we can’t?”

the three of them tiptoe to your room, lead by peter. he puts a finger to his lips to signal ned and harry to be quiet. ned is behind him, and harry is behind ned. peter opens up your door a crack and peeks in.

liz is doing betty’s hair while she reads a magazine, mj is drawing, and you’re coloring in her work.

yeah, super kinky.

“i can’t see,” ned whispers. “you’re not missing much,” harry replies.

“peter, why do you get to be in the front? i’m the shortest.”

“because it was my idea.”

“so what?”

“so shut up.”

peter leans in to get a better look at you. you’re lying on the floor, on your stomach, tongue stuck out in concentration as you color. you’ve changed into pajamas, one of peter’s shirts. he absolutely swoons at that.

“what’s betty doing?”

“quiet, leeds. you’re gonna get us caught.”

“yeah, ned. be quiet.”

“will someone just tell me what’s going on?”

peter looks inside again, but none of you are there.

“they’re gone.”

“huh?”

“how?”

“i don’t know, they’re just gone. maybe they-“

the door opens up, and peter falls forward. liz has her hand on the doorknob. the rest of you are beside her. she puts her hands on her hips, glaring down at peter, then up at harry and ned.

“boys.”

ned and harry exchange a look.

“this was your idea, pete. you’re on your own.”

“what?”

“yeah, i’m with harry. sorry!”

the two of them run back to the living room, leaving peter to deal with all four of your wraths. he smiles awkwardly at you.

“this isn’t what it looks like.”

“were you spying on us?” betty asks. “perv,” mj adds.

“okay, it’s exactly what it looks like. but i can explain.”

“start talking,” liz says.

you extend a hand to help peter up, a smirk playing on your lips. he takes it and gets to his feet. heat rushes to his cheeks as he meets your eyes.

“i missed you.”

“really? that’s all you’ve got?” mj scoffs.

peter nods. you chuckle and pinch one of his blushing cheeks.

“that’s sweet, tiger. but spying on us isn’t cool. go back to the boys.”

“but i-“

“you heard her,” betty echoes.

she crosses her arms. liz shoves peter, and he stumbles back into the doorway.

“y/n, do something!”

you shrug. mj presses her lips into a sarcastic smile and slams the door in peter’s face, then the four of you continue as you were.

peter, ned, and harry finish the rest of star wars. they put on the next one after that, seeing as they have nothing better to do. ned and harry share the rest of the beer, which makes them sleepy. they eventually end up passing out. their heads are rested against the other’s, both snoring.

so much for guy time.

screw it, peter wants to see you, and he has one more trick up his sleeve that he knows you can’t resist.

liz is asleep on mj’s shoulder. mj is still awake, but her eyes are barely open. betty is curled up under your covers. you’re about to head to bed yourself when you hear knocking at your door. you pad over to the door and open it. not to your surprise, it’s peter.

“who is it? the perv?” mj asks through a yawn. “yup. be right back,” you say.

you leave your room and shut the door behind you. peter grins widely, too widely.

“what is it now, peter?”

“nothing. i just came to say goodnight.”

“okay, goodnight.”

you turn to go back in your room, but peter grabs you by your waist. he slides his hands down to your hips and inches his way closer to you, so close your lips are almost touching.

“could i get a goodnight kiss?”

“you don’t have to ask.”

with that, peter kisses you softly. he backs you against your door and lets his hands move lower and lower down your body. you giggle against his lips, pushing him back by his shoulders.

“nice try, tiger. but i’m going to bed.”

peter ignores you and kisses down your neck. his hands travel underneath your shirt.

“i love it when you wear my clothes, y’know. it’s so hot.”

“doesn’t take much to get you going.”

peter runs his fingers up and down your sides. the feeling of his warm hands on your bare skin sends shivers down your spine. he tugs on either end of your panties, leaving a kiss on your collarbone. his dark eyes lock with yours as he presses himself against you. you can feel him through his sweatpants, prompting that familiar ache in your core. you instinctively buck your hips.

“you either, angel.”

he’s right, you’re too worked up now to go to sleep. you need him. you roll your eyes, but give in.

“bathroom, now.”

you hurry into the bathroom and turn on the light. peter smiles in satisfaction. you pull him inside by the collar of his shirt, locking the door behind him.

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suckmybigtoeoikawa · 10 months

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The Way That Lovers Do.

(i’m on my period and feeling a bit sad, but i was on tik tok and saw this lovely video of this couple and they looked so in love while sitting at this table ^. it inspired me to get out of my writing slump) sorry if the story is a bit unorganized, i was struggling on what to write.

it was your second date with him. he was a very sweet guy. usually, people say that opposites attract and they do, but really we look for the similarities.

when you two talk to each other it was like gazing into a whole different world. for example, his career was totally different from yours, and the stories that he would tell you about his job would be shocking enough to make your jaw drop. he was so eager to talk while you were intent with listening. you had no problem with this, he even made to effort to listen to you (which is different from your ex’s).

he was a little shy and so we’re you, being that it was your second date with him, it’s expected to feel this way. yet, his nervousness only propelled him to go on nervous rambles and very detailed stories. and like mentioned before, you throughly enjoyed them.

6:45 pm

he pulls up to your house, you swear that time was moving quicker than it usually did. so when you hear the door bell ring, you’re rushing to fit things in your tiny bag, making sure you’ve got everything you needed. ‘gum, phone, lip gloss, perfume, keys, wallet,’ you quickly check off while rushing down the stairs. the sun was setting, leaving a nice warm glow around him when you opened your front door.

“hi.. hello” he repeats nervously as if you didn’t hear him the first time.

“hello” you smile back at him. he stares at you almost as if he’s in a daze, and you stare back reciprocating the same look. he looks very very good. his style is a tad bit different from yours, color wise. you guys both made the effort to dress up on your second date. A complete contrast from your first date where you guys were dressed down (because y’all painted in the park 🤭) .

“uh, you look very very beautiful,” he says as he reaches out for your hand. “thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you smile again, looking him up and down, while giving him your hand. he smiles really hard and mumbles a thank you, while he closes your door.

when you guys reach the car, he opens the door for you like a princess, waving his hand in front in a way how chauffeurs (idek bro😭) do in fairytales. when you get inside you see him quickly walk to the drivers side and you try to reach over the console to open his door as well.

7:20 pm

upon arriving to the restaurant, you both walk in hand in hand. the smell of fresh bread and soft jazz giving you a warm welcome, the lights dimly lit and the evening sun helping light up the restaurant.

“this place is nice,” you say to him. “i’m glad you like it, i took some of my coworkers here a little while ago, it was nice and the food was good,” he replies. “they serve french cuisine here, so i figure that it would be romantic”. you smile at him and you can tell he starts to get nervous. “cause you know, like, France, heh.. Eiffel tower—,” you start to rub your thumb over his hand to calm him a little “i understand,” you laugh.

“so what did you try the last time you were here,” you ask, as you guys get settled in your seats.

“we’ll, this place is very well known for their soufflés, so last time i got the salmon and asparagus soufflé i believe.”

“hmm, i might try that”

9:05 pm

the night is going beautifully. after you both ate you decided to talk for a while. while you tell him about your drama at work, or the latest trend you saw on tick tok, he would be heavily engaged. he would keep deep eye contact with you and would have a through response and/or interesting opinions. Not only that but he was a good listener.

when you first met him, you were a bit thrown off by him. considering that you didn’t know him well enough, it was so easy to come up with assumption about him based on how he looked and what people around him said about him. but after your first date with him, you found yourself a lot more eager to learn about him, and so was he about you.

so when he starts to share his stories about his day, and he shows how he was listening to you by relating his stories to yours, or even brining up similar topics, you find yourself smiling at him (the wine isn’t helping either).

so as the night grew longer, and the conversations became deeper. you found that you guys are much alike. and although you guys are different in many ways, the main thing you have in common is you hope you guys can love each other the way that lovers do.

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Kageyama, suga, asahi, kita (but i feel like he’s a bit more direct), goshiki, Aone, sakusa (i feel he’s a bit more direct too), Aaron T, Aaron Z, (maybe) Robaire, Iida, miguel o’hara (he wouldn’t be stuttering, but he’d be shy, i feel like he’s lowkey corny.. jus a lil bit) peter b. parker, miles (BUT LIKE OF AGE/ NO ALCOHOL!!)

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Addicted {Part ll}

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x fem!reader

Genre: drug dealer au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: being kidnapped by drug dealers was not on your bingo card. Neither was having a pretty boy end up in your arms.

Warnings/content: none other than slight violence (barely any lol), reverse comfort, soft hwa

A/n: honestly, this storyline is complete shit I’m sorry, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. This soft Seonghwa made me wanna cryyyy. If you liked it, please like, comment and reblog!! I appreciate y’all mwah - J

part 1 of Addicted

As you gain consciousness, your eyes open with a hazy fog. You can feel a pounding headache coming on, having to hold your head in your hands. As you look around, you can see that you’re in an empty small room. The walls are a cold gray, reminding you of a jail cell.

True panic sets in as you realize there’s no way out. You push and pull on the metal door with no use. Deciding that crying will not solve anything, you resort to shouting. You shout as much as your lungs can handle.

“Help!! Let me out of here!”

You go on for a few more minutes, banging on the door with all your might. Your voice starts getting hoarse from the effort, intense coughing taking over your body.

The door gets pulled open abruptly, causing you to lose your balance and almost falling down. In front of you stands the last man that you saw before your world went black, the one with the collarbone tattoo. He sneers at you with his disgusting looking teeth.

“How was your night sweetheart?”

Oh how nice it would be to punch his stupid face right about now. But the more rational part of your brain tells you this will not end well, so you choose to stay silent. You stand up straight, rolling your shoulders back. He chuckles at your act of bravery.

“Aww look at you being all brave. Aren’t you just adorable.” He crouches down to be on your level, and you have to resist gagging at his putrid breath.

“Please, I just want to go home.” You silently curse yourself for your wavering voice.

“You’re not going anywhere until we get what we want.” His voice is now laced with barely detectable poison.

“And what is it that you want?”

“Your little boyfriend, Seonghwa,” his lip curls with disdain, “he owes us money. A lot of it. And you’re not getting out of here until he brings us the money.”

Your heart sinks at his words. Seonghwa barely knows you, he’s not even gonna care that they kill you. There’s no way he’s gonna give them money to save your life. Trying to keep it together, you ask more questions.

“Does he know I’m here? How much does he owe? Could I pay instead? Why does he owe you money?” You ramble off nervously.

“Woah woah, that’s a lot of questions missy. First of all, yes he is aware. And we’re just gonna have to wait and see if he saves your pretty face. And trust me, you cannot pay your way out of this.”

Having run out of speech, you mumble incoherent words, too deep in thought.

You hear a stifled laughter and look at the man in front of you. He seems to think this is very funny apparently.

“Your face of panic is hilarious oh my god. Come, come, I’m not gonna keep you here the whole time. I can give you a room of yours if you’d like.”

He leads you into a surprisingly warm looking house. The walls are beige, covered in countless paintings of floral sceneries. As you go through multiples hallways, your nerves are somewhat settled, either due to the house or numbness. You come upon a door at the end of the hallway.

“Here we are. This is your room for the next…however many days you’ll be here. Make yourself home.”

You almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. How can you make yourself at home when you could be killed any moment? You enter anyways, jaw dropping to the floor. All around you is the fanciest furniture you have ever laid eyes on.

“What. In. The. World. Why do you even need whatever amount of money Seonghwa owes you if you have all this? I don’t understand.” You keep staring in awe, exploring the whole place.

The man lets out a grunt of discontentment. “It’s honestly just for…a personal revenge.” He sounds almost sheepish. The need for more information is killing you.

“What did Seonghwa do to you?” You ask.

He lets out a heavy sigh, folding his arms. “He used to be a part of our group for a while. A bunch of shit went down, and…long story short, my sister ended up getting involved and Seonghwa killed her.” He said those last few words with a broken whisper.

Your heart clenched at his emotion, along with the shock of Seonghwa killing his sister. You don’t know how to feel. You feel empathy for this man for losing his sister, but you also can’t find it in you to be mad at Seonghwa, no matter the messed up situation.

“Oh I am so sorry.” You whisper an apology for his loss.

He gives you a bitter smile. “It’s been a couple years, it’s gotten better. But I want the money he owes for some kind of consolation. Even if it’s not much.”

You ponder over his words for a few moments. You can understand his pain, and his desire to avenge his sister’s death. You feel conflicted. You want to sympathize with him, but you also can’t help but think he could very well be lying. You also don’t want to think of Seonghwa as a murderer.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to get a little sappy there. Anyways, just stay in your room, and I’ll will bring up food for you.” He flips around and exits out the door.

Strangely enough, you don’t feel scared of him. His admission of his feelings softened you up and he didn’t seem to be like the big, bad monster facade he put up. After the exhausted events, your body feels completely worn out. You lay your head on the soft pillow, letting out a long sigh. Before you know it, your mind and body have gone to dreamland.

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You slowly stir awake, having to squint your eyes due to the bright sun coming through the window. As you come to, your ears pick up yelling. Your body tenses at the sounds, fearing the worst. You slowly make your way to the door and inch the door open a bit. Your mouth is agape at the sight that meets your eyes.

Seonghwa is in the living room, wrestling with the giant body that is your kidnapper. You hear him yell. “Where is she?!!” Your stupid heart can’t help but flutter at the urgency in his voice.

You feel stuck. Wanting to go to Seonghwa but also fearing him from what you heard. Your fast moving thoughts are interrupted as a gun shot rings in the air.

You let out a shrill scream, not having seen who fired and if anyone got hurt.

At the sound of your scream, Seonghwa’s head swivels in your direction. He’s filled with relief as he sees that you’re unharmed. He takes his gun and pushes the immobile man down to the ground.

He runs to you and attempts to grab your hand but you stumble back in fear.

“W-wait, Seonghwa, I don’t-” you stutter over your words, not even sure what you’re trying to say.

He gently grabs onto your arms, and looks into your eyes. “Hey, I know this is all scary. I will explain everything later, I promise. Just trust me please.” He speaks with an incredibly soft voice.

You give him a nod, signaling that it’s ok to go. He puts your hand in his and leads you out. Passing through the living room, you see the man on the floor. He’s moving very slowly, wincing due to the wound in his shoulder. You cling onto Seonghwa tighter, and he squeezes your hand in response.

“He’ll be ok, it’s just his shoulder. We need to leave.” You two step outside into the bright light. He leads you to an awaiting motorcycle and you come to a stop. His hand tugs you forward but you resist.

“I am not getting on that thing.” You stubbornly huff.

“Y/n, please, I promise I’ll keep you safe. I’ve been riding this motorcycle for so long now.”

You fold your arms. “Absolutely not. I’m not going on that dangerous-” you squeal as Seonghwa picks you up and throws you onto his shoulder.

“Sorry Princess, but we gotta get goin.”

He sets you down gently and grabs a helmet for you. Before he puts it on you, he secures a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your breath hitches and you’re glad to have the cover of the helmet to hide your reddening face.

He slips in front of you and turns on the bike. You have no choice but to snake your arms around his waist. “Ok are you ready for me to move?” You let out a ‘yes’ and he takes off.

You can’t help but notice how tiny his waist is. You selfishly indulge in holding him close and you put your face against his back. Surprisingly, you really enjoy the ride. About 15 minutes after, he parks at an apartment complex. He gets off while taking off his helmet. He helps you with yours and you jump down.

“I hope it’s ok that I brought you to my place. I just figured it’d be safer for you.”

“Yeah that’s fine. I don’t mind. As long as I get an explanation.” You quirk an eyebrow at him in challenge.

Seonghwa chuckles at that. “Of course, I definitely owe you an explanation. Let’s go up.”

You walk up two flights of stairs, getting to his door. You don’t know what you were expecting his place to look like, but you definitely didn’t think it would be so clean. Not a single speck of dust lives on the furniture.

“Wow, not bad at all,” you acknowledge the cleanliness and decor of the space.

He gives you a toothy smile at that. “Thanks!” You both sit down on the big couch, and get comfortable.

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you what actually happened. I’m not sure what he told you, but it’s most likely not the whole truth. So me and those guys, we used to be a group together, selling drugs and honestly just getting ourselves into really dangerous situations. One night, we were on a run for a very wealthy and loyal customer, and we got in the car. Ten minutes in, we finally realized that his younger sister, Tess, sneaked into the car.”

You interrupt him with a question. “How old was she?”

“She was seventeen I believe. And we just had to keep going because we couldn’t be late. We told her to stay put in the car, but of course she didn’t listen. While we were inside the house with the customer, she sneaked out and the guards stopped her. She told them that her brother was in there but they wouldn’t let her go. I guess she got hysterical, so angry that they were being like that. And somehow someone called the police on us, so they had us cornered and we were trying to get out. Tess was right in front of the police. Our only way out was to shoot through. We were almost done, one more officer left. I aimed at him and last minute he jumped behind Tess, and I shot her in the chest.” At this, he had to take a moment to breathe, his throat choking him up.

“We ran to her, trying to stop the bleeding. We rushed her to the hospital, but it was too late. Since that day, Asher hasn’t forgiven me. I don’t blame him, I wouldn’t either. But I didn’t mean it. It was a complete accident. Not a single day goes by that I don’t wish it was me instead of Tess. God she was so young.” He throws his head into his hands, sobbing quietly.

“Seonghwa, it’s not your fault. What happened was completely fucked up, yes, but like you said it was an accident. You can’t do anything about it, but don’t let it eat you up. You’re not a bad person.” You let your hand rest on his knee, trying to comfort him. He looks up at you with teary eyes, countless emotions residing in them. He wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his scent. You can tell he really needed that hug and validation. You grab onto him tighter as if to squeeze the sadness and regret out of him.

You stay like that for a few minutes, his head burrowed into your neck. You hear his breathing steady and you pull him back up. Taking his hands into yours you ask him if he needs anything.

“What can I do for you? Are you hungry? Need sleep? Tea? Anything.” He seems to tear up even more at that.

“Can we just…cuddle?” He asks while sniffling.

“Yes of course we can. Here or in your bed?” Your heart melts at the vulnerability in his face.

“My bed, if you’re okay with that.”

“Of course, let’s go!” You grab his hand, letting him show you to his room. You decide you’ll take a closer look at his room later, comforting Seonghwa being your priority at the moment. You both get into bed, and he immediately grabs onto you. He turns to his side, nestling his head against your chest. His arm goes around your waist, tugging you closer. You start playing with his long locks of hair, hearing his soft sighs of relaxation.

You look down and realize he’s fallen asleep. He looks so pretty while sleeping. You think back on your last two days, and almost laugh at how absurd it is. So much has happened in the span of 48 hours, but now you just feel so relaxed. Of course, things won’t be this easy for long, you’ll have to deal with some things later.

But for now, you let yourself indulge in Seonghwa’s softness. You give him a fond kiss on the forehead, and allow yourself to drift off with a content sigh.

#ateez #ateez fic #ateez scenarios #mingtinysworld #ateez seonghwa #ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff

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lovebombs4life · 7 months

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hate sex with luke 😙🙏🏻🩵

animosity - l.r.h.

requested: yes! thank you for the request, and keep sending them in :)

a/n: y’all love the hate fucking concept LMAO i can’t blame you.

cw: SMUT!! slight angst, rough sex, swearing, choking, reader goes into head space, fluffy end

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i had never met a person who was more insufferable than luke hemmings. i tried to be nice to him, i really did. i don’t know what i did that made him hate me so quickly, but i know he’d rather die than be alone in a room with me.

we had met because of your mutual friends. michael had introduced me to the group, and i had been so excited to meet them all. when i had met luke, it was like he decided he hated me, right then and there.

i had made efforts to talk to him and involve him in conversations, but he would only glare at me and respond with a dry tone.

the decision to hangout with everyone tonight at michael’s apartment was a bold one. i knew luke was going to be there, and i knew he’d avoid me the whole night if i was lucky.

sometimes he’d pretend i wasn’t there. other times, not so much. he would mock me and just be a massive dick.

i decided to not worry about that for tonight, and continue getting ready before heading to michael’s.

i had put on my usual mascara and eyeliner, and decided on wearing one of my favorite cardigans over a tank top, and a small flowing skirt.

as i left my house, i texted michael letting him know id be there soon. once i arrived, i knocked on the door, immediately being let in, and pulled into a hug by michael. i laughed at his actions.

michael was almost like a little brother to me, despite him being a few years older. i walked through the door, seeing everyone was already here.

“we were just getting drinks out, want one?” michael asked. i glanced over at the group, seeing luke’s eyes already burning into mine. i looked back at michael, nodding my head.

he passed me a shot, giving me a wine cooler afterwards to get the taste from the shot out of my mouth. i walked to the living room, sitting down on the floor, leaning my back against the couch.

luke’s eyes still stuck on me with a scowl. i ignored it, trying to enjoy my time with my favorite people. we sat there drinking, talking about anything and everything. at this point, i was the only person truly sober, besides luke.

we all started gossiping, talking about people we knew and didn’t necessarily like. “i swear, the chick next door to me is actually crazy. she’s got this boyfriend who just yells at her constantly and just spews insults at her, yet she’s still with him!” i spoke in disbelief.

“maybe you guys have something in common.” luke muttered. heads turned to him, confused looks on everyone’s face. “what does that mean, luke?” i questioned.

he smirked, knowing he was about to get a rise out of me. “i mean that you’re both crazy.” he spoke flatly.

“and why is that?” i continued asking. he just chuckled before answering me.

“she’s crazy in the sense she lets this guy keep coming back. you’re crazy in the sense that you think any guy will come back to you.” he spat.

“what are you trying to say about me luke? that im desperate?” i asked. he shrugged.

“if the shoe fits. i think we all know you’re a bit of a slut, y/n.” he spoke. tears pricked my eyes.

“woah, no one, and i mean no one, thinks that about y/n.” caluk spoke up. i bit down on my lip trying not to let luke win and see me cry.

he continued smirking, knowing i was holding back. i stood up, walking to where he was. once close enough, i stood there staring down at him.

he raised an eyebrow, curious what i was doing. i quickly pulled back my hand, slapping him hard across the face. “fuck you, luke.” i spoke, walking to michael’s guest room, closing the door.

i had sucked back the tears, now only letting myself be angry. what the hell did i ever do to him? why did he hate me so much? why did-

my thoughts were cut off by the door opening. i turned my head. of course it was him. he quickly crossed the room to me, grabbing my wrists.

“you think you can just get away with that? you’re sorely mistaken, darling.” he said darkly. he pushed me to the wall, kissing me hard.

i gasped at his actions. if he hated me so much, why was he doing this? it was almost as if he read my mind.

“wanna know why i fucking hate you, y/n? cause you act like you’re so fucking perfect. like you’re too good for anyone. too good for me.” he growled. i raised my brow.

“i tried to be nice to you, luke. you’re just a fucking asshole.” i spat back at him. he pinned me to the wall with his hips. i gasped at the feeling, taking notice of his hard cock.

“i knew you were a fucking slut.” he smirked, seeing my reaction to him pressing against me. he grabbed my throat squeezing it harshly.

i let out a moan, my eyes rolling back. he groaned, kissing me again, roughly. i whimpered as he held onto my throat, making him laugh darkly.

he pulled away, staring into my eyes. “so gorgeous.” he cooed, making my face heat up.

“what, so the hating me thing was all an act?” i teased.

“don’t test me, y/n. it may be all an act but i’m gonna fuck you like it wasn’t.” he spoke boldly, making me melt into his touch.

he swiftly pulled my top off, throwing it across the room. he kissed down my chest, leaving rough hickies along my neck and collarbones. i gasped, loving the feeling.

he slid my skirt off, dipping his hand underneath my panties. his fingers rubbed my clit, causing me to moan. he continued suckling on my neck, purple marks already showing.

without warning, his fingers slipped inside my heat, curling upwards. my knees weakened, causing luke to grab one of my thighs to hold me up. i tugged on his hair, pulling him back to kiss me.

“please, need more.” i begged. he laughed, continuing his actions. “you think you’re gonna get what you want?” he asked. i pouted, making him bite down on my lip.

i squealed, throwing my head back. he removed his hands from me before i could get close to cumming, causing me to whine.

he picked me up, dropping me onto the bed. he pulled my panties off, unbuckling his belt afterwards. he kicked his jeans and boxers off, making me squeeze my thighs at the site of him.

his dick was hard and red, begging for attention. he stroked himself a few times, before slamming into me. i let out a scream, but it was cut short as luke cupped his hand around my mouth.

he smirked at my position. “so fuckin pretty. this is why i’ve hated you baby. cause i haven’t been the one wrecking you.” he grunted, pulling my leg above his shoulder.

i gasped as he hit deeper, and at such a fast pace. the pain and pleasure sent my head spinning. tears fell from my cheeks, making luke laugh as he wiped away the tears.

“don’t cry angel, you’re taking me so well.” he praised, still slamming into me. i cried out in pleasure from his words.

my eyes started rolling back, and my head felt fuzzy. i felt my stomach tighten, signaling that i was close. “g-gonna cum.” i squeaked, feeling myself release on his cock.

he squeezed my thighs, pulling out as he came on my stomach. i was still gasping for air, my head still feeling foggy.

i stared off at the ceiling, my body still shaking. “y/n? you in there?” i hear luke ask me. when he didn’t get a response from me, he sat up, shaking me. he started panicking. grabbing me, and pulling me close.

“angel, you’re scaring me. need you to use your words, are you alright?” he questioned. i slowly started to come down, squeezing his shoulder as he held me.

he sighed in relief, stroking my hair. “was i good?” i asked meekly. he nodded his head.

“did so good. might’ve fucked you too good.” he boasted. i smiled into his chest.

“so you don’t really hate me?” i looked up at him. he shook his head, kissing mine.

“i only hated you because you weren’t mine.” he whispered.

“i wanna be yours, luke.” i said softly.

“then be mine, y/n.”

#luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos #5sos5 #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings imagines

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blazingstar29 · 6 months

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Top Gun Workouts - Slider

Everyone’s favourite [living] RIO

Disclaimer: I’m not a PT. In this series i break down characters muscle composition and how i think they’d exercise, if this may trigger you feel free to enjoy my other general shit posting!

Find the rest of the series under #top gun workouts :) So far there’s Mav and Ice

Slider is is also very interesting in his muscular make up. He’s tall, about 6’2 (?) and this DOES matter but not how you think and it’s something I’ll get into in more detail with Goose. Also keep in mind a lot of shirtless photos of Slider are during the volleyball scene so the actors will be in peak physique and probably have done some exercise before shooting to give themselves a ‘pump’.

I know forearms are a big deal for some of y’all and you’re right to be obsessed with them. Hold out out your arm in front of you as if you’re reaching for something. Does your for arm flex like Slider’s? Some might, some won’t. But for the hollow above the inside of your elbow to appear at the same time as the muscle at the top of your forearm (the sort facing the ceiling) that’s actually very impressive. It’s a combination of low body fat and muscle.

Sir, put them pits away. It’s pretty blurry but the concave of the arm pit, huge lateral bulge, front deltoid and shoulder are flexed here but even so, that doesn’t appear by itself.

Slider’s got a low body fat. Flexed on the left and relaxed on the right you can see his muscling pretty clear. Like with Maverick, we see those obliques. Unlike Mav, Slider’s got a slightly narrower waist. And those boulder shoulders are ginormous, well done Rick. His traps aren’t super big which makes sense when we look at his legs in a minute.

Everyone say thank you Rick for the effort he put in flying into sand and those arms. Full, well defined shoulders, good biceps and impeccable triceps. Yes flexed, no less impressive. Rick knows what hes doing in the gym. In the bottom photo you see those lats and scapular being flexed which shows us the muscle composition nicely. But like everyone, there’s thing that he didn’t focus on as much.

Slider please work on your legs. I’m kidding but it’s interesting to see that he’s got lean legs but next to know muscling. I have a theory for this but it’s more applicable to Goose so I’ll go into detail there with him. Something I’m noticing about the cast is that they don’t have huge chests. Like, these dudes are pretty built but they’re chests aren’t. Especially if you take a look at these guys either side of Goose.

Probably the typical 80’s lads. Beefier and more built chests. Perhaps there was a focus for the cast to have big stereotypical dude arms? I feel mean calling picking a part their lack of muscling in some areas but there is very few pectoral muscles on stand out in the cast. Hollywood and Ice perhaps being the only ones. Maybe a creative choice for the cast to focus on the ‘hotter’ parts of their body but also may have been a fitness trend in then80’s?

I hate to say it but the tag “Ron Slider Kener’s tits” isn’t…I’m sorry guys but these are not certified jugs im SORRY (I’m kidding, use that tag it’s hilarious and i love it)

Now onto what sort of exercise Slider would do? I have some ideas and a lot of them are built around this.

Slider you are a show OFF. This is a body building pose if I’m not mistake. He’s doing the vacuum stomach to flex his abs and angling his arms to show them off. Body building is time consuming and requires a certain diet so I don’t think Slider would be purposefully training whilst, I think he may have dabbled in it during College where he had a bit more freedom. Regardless he puts a lot into his physique.

Further more:

That’s an ankle wrap, now this might just be ankle support for beach volleyball but let me tell you something. If you’ve sprained your ankle badly, and I mean badly, that shit fucks you up for life if you don’t rehab it right. Now again, this may just be for support because both Ice and Slider have the same wrap on the same foot, but taking into account Slider’s lack of muscle on his legs, there’s a potential injury there. Which if you ever need to shunt Slider away out of a story, it’s a good option lmao (guilty as charged.)

If he’s not deadlifting then that may contribute to not having huge trapezoids. For how built his shoulders are I expected them to be bigger. I understood with Ice because his overall physique is just different but Slider confuses me.

Okay, now the actual exercises:

Back, bi’s and tri’s BABY. Over and over and over. They are his pride and joy.

Wide grip bicep barbell curls, hammer curls, arnold press, lateral raises. Tricep dips, tricep cable extensions. Anything and everything.

Rowing, either on the water or on a rowing machine. It takes the weight off his ankle. Potentially cycling too but he’d likely have bigger calves.

#top gun 1986 #ron slider kerner #slider top gun #rick rossovich #top gun workouts

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Built for Love Part 5 (MBJ x Black Famous OC

A/N: just a really long chapter lol also realized I should start giving like dates so this is like late July 2015, one week after part 4. Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of trauma, sex talk, healthy amount of fluff and angst

“So where are y'all going again?” Charlotte heard her brother ask.

She continued with her extensive makeup routine as she called back, “You know that nigga refuses to tell me?”

She studied her makeup in the mirror. She gave herself an encouraging nod. Despite the extensive effort it took, her beat looked natural and effortless. Michael always complimented her, from when she was fresh off a run and sweaty to when she was full glam. But she still wanted to look her best.

“Well, surprises are usually nice,” Lauren, their resident optimist, interjected.

Charlotte paused her visual survey of her look to poke her head out of her bathroom to throw Lo a side eye and eye roll.

“You know that bitch hates surprises,” Jazzmine, Charlotte and Jackson’s childhood best friend, chimed in.

Her friends were keeping her company and her anxieties in check as she got ready for her and Michael’s first date.

She questioned if they could even really classify it as a first date. After all, looking back, they went on a million dates before this one when they lived in Philly. But she supposed neither of them considered those dates at the time. So this was their first official date experience, where the intention was to start something fresh and new. Michael gladly took on the task of planning the evening, which both increased and decreased Charlotte’s anxieties for the night. On one hand, she did not have the worries of planning it and making sure it was fun. But on the other, she had all the anxieties about what the night would hold.

“I do!” And it was true, she did. However, she could tell Michael was the type of man who enjoyed surprises, giving and receiving them. But because Michael was so attentive by nature, he also struck her as a man who made surprises worth the anxiety. “But I trust him. So I know he isn’t taking us anywhere stupid. I just hope this outfit works,” she grumbled as she studied her body in the mirror.

With the precious little he told her, he let her know she did not have to be particularly dressed up. And that she should be prepared for some walking. That let her know it was not a standard dinner date, which she appreciated. So she opted for a bodysuit and black jeans. It showed off the right assets but would work for most activities that were not dinner. She pulled her tried and tested favorite chunky heels out for the night, knowing she could walk a few miles in those before her feet gave out on her.

“I don’t know though, Charlie. He always seemed like the sweet, romantic nigga. So, he’s gonna do this type of shit all the time.”

She nodded, though no one could see her. “Yea I get that vibe too.”

“But Charlie is a hopeless romantic at heart, underneath all that,” Lauren waved her hand in the air to signify all the baggage. “She just needs the right guy to be romantic to her.”

“Fair. And she’s soft too so they are perfect for each other,” Jazz agreed, Charlotte letting out a gasp of annoyance from the bathroom. “I give it two weeks and you’ll be in love with all that romantic sappy surprise shit.”

“Y’all don’t know me as well as you think!” Charlotte called to them as she rounded the corner of her bathroom. She did a spin for the group. “What do we think?”

“Perfect.”

“Your ass looks amazing. He’s definitely gonna want to fuck when the night’s over.”

All of the girls busted out laughing at Jazz’s vulgarness, Jackson’s face immediately twisting up in disgust.

“Sometimes I think y’all forget I’m her brother and that I’m here too. I don’t want to hear that shit.”

“Close your ears then!” Jazz shot back. “Operation ‘Finally Get Charlie Girl Slutted Out’ finally commences.”

Charlotte put a hand over her face in embarrassment, her cheeks blushing slightly at her vulgarness. It was not a surprise that sex was her first thought. One thing Jazz was always going to do is take it there.

“That is not a real thing!” Charlotte shook her head. “We are not giving my sex life an Operation name like it’s a fuckin secret mission.”

Jazz scoffed. “Sorry boo. Too late. LoLo and I started this mission like six months ago.”

Lauren’s shoulders shrugged empathetically as she mouthed sorry.

“Traitor!”

“But seriously… when you gon’ let him fuck you senseless?”

“Jazz! My brother is right there.”

“I turned off my ears. Not listening!”

“Aint nobody worried bout that nigga. Stop avoiding the question.”

Charlotte’s shoulder leaned against the door frame. She picked at her nails as she thought about it.

“I dunno. We almost did it the other night. But he said he felt like it was too haphazard, which I didn’t disagree with. But now I kinda wish we had just done it then.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I think I’m gonna lose my nerve! Like the more I think about it and what it’ll be like, the more freaked out I get and the more I wanna just push it off. I dunno, don’t think he’s the type of nigga whose ever been made to wait long though.”

“That nigga will wait as long as you need him,” Jazz corrected her firmly.

“Don’t tell me you on some stupid Steve Harvey 90-day shit?? Cause nigga definitely ain’t gon’ stick around for that shit,” Jackson finally interrupted their girls chat with his own opinion.

“I thought you weren’t listening??” Lauren asked her husband, all the women laughing at how truly nosey he was.

Charlotte’s face twisted up at the idea. “No, no! Not 90 days. Hell, I don’t think I even have that much self control. I just don’t think I’m ready tonight. I think I’m just too in my head about it? Like how he’ll be, how I’ll be? And… before, sex was just something to get through? Something to endure because I didn’t really have an option or it would just make things worse. I don’t want that to be Bakari and I. But that’s all I know a-and I’m worried that inexperience is gonna show? I mean I’ve never even had an or-” She stopped herself, immediately cringing as she saw the shocked looks on her friends faces. “No. No.” She immediately started to say. “Please pretend I never said that.”

“Absolutely the fuck not, bitch. Please tell me you were about to say some weird position no one has heard of and not that you’ve never had an orgasm??”

“J, baby, girl time. Get out,” Lauren instructed, Jackson happily excusing himself to Charlotte’s living room. Once he was gone, she turned her attention back to Charlotte. “Never?? Like not even once??”

Charlotte shrugged as she picked at her cuticles. “Don’t shame me about it! It’s so embarrassing. And I don’t really know? I don’t think so??”

“If you have to think about it then you most definitely haven’t,” Jazz shook her head. She glanced at Lauren. “Another thing to add to the list.”

“The list?”

“List of reasons we have to murder that dumb ass nigga if we ever see him again.”

“You know some women can’t even orgasm… it’s not as uncommon or weird as you’d think,” Charlotte offered.

“Are you gonna tell Michael about all this??”

Charlotte let out a humorless laugh. “So he can find out another way in which I’m irreversibly damaged?? No thank you. I already dropped so much on him just last weekend. Not trying to give him more reasons to run for the hills.”

Lauren sighed, “Look, sex is as much about communication as it is just about following your desires and wants. You can just go with the flow and see what happens. It could be amazing without any conversation. Or you can put your big girl panties on and make it clear what you want out of the experience and why to ensure he really knows you.”

“And sex with every guy is different,” Jazz offered as she flipped through a magazine. “I’ve been with niggas where I hated one thing until a new nigga came along and made me love it. Don’t let how it was in the past make you think it can’t be fun and enjoyable. And with the right guy, life changing.”

“So your life must’ve been changed a couple times?” Lauren asked, shading her best friend.

“Yes and what about it?? My point is, that’s how it was supposed to be the entire time. I know it’s hard for you but have fun. That’s what dating and sex and all of this is supposed to be anyway - fun. And enjoy the moment with him. And if it happens tonight, great. If it’s 90 days from now, also great.”

“Yea, you’re right. It’s j-” Her cell phone rang interrupting their conversation. “Oh, it's the front desk. He must be here.” She instructed the front desk attendant of her building to let him up. “Ok friends, y’all gotta go before he gets up here.”

“We can’t meet him???”

“No cause y’all are just gonna embarrass me. Out.” She playfully herded them out of her bedroom and toward the front door. She could tell they were all wasting as much time as possible, taking their sweet time grabbing their belongings and jackets.

These niggas, she thought to herself. She was not surprised when the knock at the door made all of them grin like they just won the lottery.

“Don’t embarrass me,” she warned before she checked her hair and makeup in the mirror in the foyer. She opened the door to find Michael with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand.

He let out a low whistle as she gave him a hug and kiss.

“These are for you. You look beautiful,” he offered as he handed her the bouquet.

She watched him for a moment, part of her waiting for the backhanded part of his compliment to come. ‘You look beautiful, but…’ however, it never did.

“T-thank you,” she answered quickly, ushering him inside. “I’m ready, just let me put these in water.”

Michael’s eyes immediately started to take in her apartment, this was his first time there since they started dating. His visual sweep and catalog of things to store away was cut short when his eyes landed on a group of people awkwardly lingering in her living room, staring at him expectantly. He walked in further and started to greet them.

“What’s up? I’m Michael.” He dapped Jackson up and gave Jazz and Lauren brief hugs.

“That’s Jackson, Jazzmine and Lauren and they were just leaving,” Charlotte said as she came up behind them.

“I’m sure we could stay a few minutes and get to know Michael?” Jazz asked innocently.

“Yea I’d love that,” Jackson offered, his serious and intimidating face on. Charlotte rolled her eyes, this is exactly what she hoped to avoid. “Get to know the guy, learn about him and shit.”

“No, no I think y’all should be headed out. Michael has a whole evening planned, I’m sure.” Charlotte narrowed her eyes at her friends.

“Charlie’s right. Out. Both of you. Sorry,” Lauren offered the couple, pushing her husband and their best friend out the door.

“Night guys.” She gave them all hugs before pushing them out of her house.

“Sorry… they wanted a glimpse of you so bad,” she laughed. Michael merely grinned and waved his hand dismissively.

“No worries. It was cute. They are clearly protective of you, it’s sweet. How’d you meet Lauren and Jazzmine?”

Charlotte settled on the edge of the couch as she sat to fasten the ankle straps of her heels.

“Oh, Jazz grew up with Jackson and I. Met her in freshman English homeroom in the 9th grade. Inseparable ever since. Jackson was a year older but we were kinda a package deal at the time. So they became good friends. And I met Lauren at Juilliard. She’s a dancer. Teaches at a ballerina studio in the city. Lo and Jackson met when he came to visit one weekend and it was love at first sight. And thankfully Lo and Jazz hit it off when they finally met too. And we all ended up out here.”

“So that’s your crew?”

“Yep. I would die without those three. Then Lo and I have a couple of other friends we are close to. My eldest sister and brother live on the east coast so it’s harder to spend time with them. But anywho,” she held her arms out as she stood up. “This suitable for where we’re headed?”

“It’s perfect. You look perfect. You ready?”

At her nods, Michael slid his hand into hers and led her out of her apartment and to her car. The car ride was not long, Michael allowing Charlotte to DJ so he could learn more about her musical taste. She definitely was an R&B fan, specifically 90s R&B. But she seemed to have an appreciation for the whole genre. And the activity reminded him of how limitless her own talent for music truly was. She was not just a good singer, she was a student of music. Michael could’ve just sat in the car for hours and listened to her dissect every song, provide her insight to specific choices, highlight samples he did not even recognize. He was kind of sad to end the conversation when they arrived at their destination.

He helped Charlotte out of the car and walked her to a building across the street. It was full of people and bustling with activity.

“Aight, so. I remembered you saying you haven’t seen much of LA yet, even though you’ve been here for a while. So I thought I’d take you somewhere that highlights the best LA has to offer.” He held out his hands. “It’s an art walk. One of the biggest in all of California and the most popular. One weekend in August every year. New and upcoming artists, world-renowned LA natives. If the artist is from LA, they are in here somewhere. This year, they chose to feature only artists of color.”

Charlotte’s eyes grew wide as she took in the scene. It was clearly extremely popular, artists and vendors seemed to pack the half indoor/outdoor space. There were food trucks and other vendors lining the street with a live jazz band playing to create the perfect mood.

“Oh I love this… definitely an A for execution, Mr. Jordan. Perfect first date.”

“I aim to please. And then I got a reservation at your favorite spot.”

“Saffron??” She squealed, an upscale Indian restaurant that Charlotte lived and died by in the city. It was the only restaurant she missed when she was traveling.

“Of course.”

“Wow, if there was a grade higher than A, you’d most certainly get it. This is really nice, thank you.”

The pair laughed and joked as they walked through the exhibits. Charlotte felt pulled in a thousand directions as everything caught her eye. Michael enjoyed watching her. Whether it was sharing their commentary about the different pieces of art and installations or being mesmerized by her passion and interest in each piece, Michael was utterly enthralled by her. And thankful that he had decided to go this route. He knew she would not mind a stuffy, normal dinner date. But he felt as if they had plenty of time for normal dinner dates. He wanted to create memories with her, live out loud, and have a good time. And this felt just right.

The only thing that was, perhaps, odd for them was that they did not hold hands. Or show any type of physical affection. It was not for a lack of desire or want. They both found it fairly difficult to keep their hands off each other. But they had not decided how or when they would go public yet. Charlotte had reservations about coming out as dating her co star in her first major film and Michael was Michael, he knew any woman tied to him romantically would receive scrutiny. They knew they could not keep it hidden forever, especially with the press tour quickly approaching. But they wanted to come out in their own time. So even though they kept close to each other, they hoped that if someone did snag a photo, they would just seem like two friends at an art show, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Oh my god,” Charlotte stopped in front of an easel. “I’ve seen this before,” she pointed at a painting of a black woman standing in the mirror. “Rashad Brooks,” she muttered.

“You know this guy?”

“No not personally. But I’ve seen this painting before, at an art show in New York. This was the centerpiece. His whole series was portraits on perspective. How we don’t see ourselves as others see us. Each piece told a story until you got to this one, the one where she finally sees herself as, not just what she is, but what she wants to be. She sees more for herself and in herself than before. The way her reflection back is a Goddess instead of the negative things she focused on before. And she doesn’t just see it, she materializes it and chooses to act on it. To radiate it outward to the world. See the way the soft gold glow extends in the mirror and around her in real life.”

“What do you like about it?”

Charlotte tilted her head, her eyes drinking the piece in again. It still hit her the same as the first time she saw it.

“I dunno. I always felt it was kinda calling to me in some way? Like it was the message I needed at the time to remember to see more for myself? See it and act on it? If she could see more, why couldn’t I?” She chuckled and gave him an embarrassing smile. “It’s silly, I know.”

“Definitely not silly,” a voice interjected, a man stepping from behind another easel. “It is great to hear someone talk about the piece with such passion. And so accurately. I should take you to my next show. I’m Rashad, the artist.”

Charlotte shook his hand. “So great to meet you. I love your work, it's so realistic and flawless. It is like looking at a photo, so detailed. You’re amazing.”

“I appreciate that. If you are interested in ever coming to a gallery to see more,” he handed her his card. “My website and information is on it.”

Charlotte tucked it into her pocket. She would definitely keep the artist in mind for the day when she was so booked and busy, she did not mind dropping thousands of dollars on a painting. Being forever frugal and anxious that her bookings would dry up or become inconsistent, that just wasn’t her yet.

Charlotte threw another longing glance at the painting before they said goodbye and continued walking toward the next booth. “Ok that was the best thing I’ve seen since we got here.”

“And that’s saying somethin’ cause you’ve said that about almost every artists since we walked in.”

Charlotte laughed and bowed her head. “Sorry, I just love seeing people live in their passions, especially us. All these Black artists taking space and doing what they love day in and day out.” She shrugged. “I guess I miss that energy a lot? It’s just nice to be in a space with that. Thank you for this.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “Easily the best and most creative first date I’ve ever been on.”

“Maybe one day, you’ll get back to your passions. And of course, that’s what I was aimin’ for.”

“It would take an act from God, but maybe.”

“Wanna check out that section over there and then head to dinner?”

“Oh. We couldn’t sta-” Charlotte’s smile faltered a bit and she bit her lip, a question on whether they could stay a bit longer starting to fall from her lips before she stopped herself. She realized it was late, the sun had come and gone since they arrived. However, she just did not want to leave yet and she was having so much fun with him, she desperately wanted to prolong the evening as long as possible. However, an instinct stole the words right out of her mouth and she quickly course corrected, he was ready to go so that meant it was time to go. She forced her smile to grow again, “Y-Yea, that sounds great. Whatever you want, babe.”

“You sure? We can stay longer. We can hang out longer and do Saffron another night?” Michael offered to adjust. He truthfully did not care what they did or where they ended up for dinner. He just made the reservation to ensure they had somewhere nice to go if they wanted to.

“No, no. I want to do the night you planned. Let’s go,” she smiled, gesturing for him to lead the way.

Michael merely nodded and continued walking, biting down his own confusion at her sudden switch up. However, she still seemed like herself, happy and engaged. So, he tried not to harbor on it for too long. They walked around for another 15 minutes or so before getting in his car and heading to dinner.

By the time dinner concluded, Charlotte was more than a little sad to be headed home. She knew the date was going to go well but she had not imagined Michael would put in as much effort as he did to ensure it was something she would like and enjoy.

“I had an amazing time, thank you.” Charlotte offered as Michael walked her to her door.

“So I earned a second date?” He asked playfully.

Charlotte smiled. “You earned a second date before I stepped in the car tonight. And a third one too.”

“Ah so I gotta start earning them again for the fourth one?”

“Yea. Can’t have you thinking I’m easy…” she winked at him. “Call me when you get home?”

“Of course, baby.”

One arm snaked around her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss. They lingered in it for a moment, however, Charlotte knew if she lingered too long, she would invite him in.

“I s-should call it a night,” she muttered against his lips.

Michael nodded, he knew that wasn’t happening tonight but he would be lying if he had not been hoping he was wrong. It wasn’t an issue, he would wait as long as it took. But that did not mean the waiting was easy for him. Especially when she looked like this, perfectly edible and delicious.

“Night, Els.”

“Night.”

Michael lingered for a moment until her door closed shut and he heard the faintest lock of her door. The moment he got in his car, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the business card from Rashad that he swiped from her pocket. It was a crafty bit of thievery on his part, he was thankful she had been too distracted in his embrace to notice. He dialed the number, not shocked to get his voicemail.

“Hey man, this is Michael B. Jordan. I was at the Art Walk tonight and the woman I was with loved one of your paintings. I’d like to buy it if it's still available. And I have a proposition for you. Hit me back when you have a chance. Thanks.”

***

Charlotte hummed quietly to herself, her body wrapped tightly in a blanket on her couch as she wrote on sheet music. A lazy Saturday in the apartment meant songwriting. She just did it for fun and most of the songs were not even good in her opinion. But it got her thoughts out of her head and onto the page, which is often what she needed. And she spent the majority of the day curled up on her couch, her music piling up next to her.

She glanced at her folder of recent songs. Most reflected her melancholy attitude and past, filled with shoes of heartbreak and pain. But today, this song was the exact opposite. It was filled with hope and excitement. It was the first love song she had written in years and she loved it.

Her groove was only interrupted by her cell phone ringing, the front desk number buzzing across her phone.

“Hey Rick, what’s up?”

“Hi Ms. Bennett, sorry to bother you so late but you have a package down here. Can I send the courier up?”

“I didn’t order anything? Who is it from?”

“Umm the courier said the sender’s name is Bakari?”

Charlotte bit her lip and smiled to herself. “Yep, you can send it up.”

She paced up and down the soft rug by her couch as she waited for bated breath for whatever this delivery was. Aside from flowers, she could not even imagine what it could be. She could not recall mentioning wanting anything specific, much less anything she expected her boyfriend of a week to buy her. She did not really expect Michael to buy her anything, preferred it actually. Her experiences made her fiercely independent. She and Michael almost got into showdowns about who would buy dinner. Their date yesterday was the first time she let him pay without an argument beforehand.

A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She opened to find two men carrying a wide and tall box.

“Hi ma’am. We are gonna unwrap it and if you need help mounting it, we can assist with that.”

She nodded and ushered the two men in. She watched as they ripped all the packaging off. She let out an audible gasp as she took in the painting from her and Michael’s date the night before.

“W-whoa.”

“He included a note.” One of the men handed her a card. Charlotte ripped it open and read it silently.

You said this inspired you to see more. I hope every day you look at this, you are reminded of what I already know: you don’t just deserve more. You deserve everything. And every day is an opportunity to seize it.

Love,

Bakari

“Where would you like it?”

Charlotte glanced up, her hand quickly wiping a stray tear. “O-Oh um…” she glanced around her living room. She glanced at the dreaded bare wall behind her couch that she could never quite figure out what to do with. She painted it to give an accent wall but could never find the right piece to hang there. “There,” She pointed to it. “Right in the center.”

She watched patiently as the two men hung the painting for her and then left her apartment. The moment they were gone, she called Bakari.

“Hey baby, painting get there?”

“Yes… Thank you, it is stunning and amazing… and it’s too much, babe,” she rambled. It was not that she did not like it, she loved it and adored it. But she did not know if she could or should accept such an extravagant gift when they had only been dating for mere days. “It’s amazing and beautiful and you’re amazing for buying it. But it is too much, you gotta let me pay you back for it.”

Michael immediately laughed at the absurdity of her statement. “That ain’t how gifts work, baby girl.”

“But it’s too…”

“Too what?”

“Extravagant. I saw the price for this last night. It was thousands of dollars.”

“Yes and getting you something that made you as happy as this painting did was worth every penny.”

Charlotte’s voice grew small. “You sure?? I-I just don’t want to feel like I owe you.”

“Els. Baby, it’s just a painting. One that didn’t break the bank or anything close to it. I saw how happy it made you and how much you connected with it and I thought you’d like it. I just want you to enjoy it. It’s a gift, no strings attached. You don’t owe me anything and I wouldn’t accept anything if you tried. I promise. Just enjoy it, babe.”

Charlotte stared at the painting as he spoke, her heart swelling at having the piece in her home. It felt like a full circle moment. She felt as if this piece of art spoke to the fundamental reason she wanted to go into the arts herself, because it has the power to change the course of someone’s life. This painting, this beautiful piece of art, was one of several things that saved her life.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I’m ruining it, aren’t I?”

“You could never ruin anything. I just want you to know when I give you something, there ain’t no ulterior motives. I just want to see you smile. You smilin’? Cause it feels like you aren’t?”

“I am… truly. This is just the nicest thing anyone has ever bought me. I’ll send you a picture, it looks perfect here.”

“You hung it in the living room?”

“Yea.”

“Good, I thought that’d be a good spot for it. Alright love, I just got home so let me call you when I get out of the shower? Enjoy the painting.”

She sat in one of her arm chairs so she could stare at it, her feet tucked up underneath her.

You deserve more, she thought to herself. This is most certainly more. Embrace it.

“I will. You’re amazing. Thank you.”

The couple hung up the phone, Charlotte grabbing her glass of wine and sheet music from across the table and setting her eyes on the painting. She just sat there for over an hour and stared at it. She found the longer she looked, the more details she found, the more beautiful it became to her. She sighed and pulled out her phone. She snapped a photo and sent it to the group chat that contained her best friends and brother with a simple message:

The romantic surprise king strikes again

The chime of a text immediately filled the room.

Jazz: See? Not even a day and she already loves that shit. Alright Lo, get ready to fight over maid of honor

Charlotte knew the group chat was about to dissolve into madness at that so she put them on mute and tossed the phone on the table as she went to her baby grand piano in her living room. Her song was unfinished but new inspiration had struck in the form of an unexpected but perfect gift. And where inspiration struck, she had to follow.

***

“Can you believe that shit??” Michael grinned as Charlotte doubled over in her seat, tears springing to her eyes as she laughed. “It’s not that funny, Els.”

“Y-Yes, it is,” she hiccuped, clutching her chest. “Like how’d they make that mistake??” She shook her head. “These white folks… they really can’t tell us apart at all.”

“I know! Same name but Michael and I don’t look alike at all. Just googled a nigga named Michael and took the first photo they saw.” The pair were sharing a laugh about E News’ latest article on Michael, which included a picture of Michael Ealy instead. They submitted a correction but she and Michael could not help but laugh at the jokes on social as Black Twitter dragged the publication for such an obvious mistake.

“I know! He’s wayyyy cuter,” she winked and smirked at him as she took a sip of her wine.

“Ha. ha. So you got jokes??”

She raised her hands in surrender. “Now you know there is no one as handsome as you, babe. Promise.”

“Nice save, baby.” A vibrating noise against their dinner table interrupted their banter, Michael immediately picking up his phone. “Oh shoot. I gotta take this. It’s my agent. Sorry, baby.” He quickly removed himself from the table, but not before bestowing a soft kiss to Charlotte’s head before he navigated to the front of the restaurant. They were tucked away in the back, prayerful no one noticed them.

Charlotte twisted in her seat to watch him retreat for a moment, a dopey smile painted on her face as she basked in how well things had been going so far. The two months since their first date had flown by so fast, she almost wished time would slow down a bit. She wanted to savor every single moment with him, holding tightly to these memories they were creating. Every compliment, every joke, every deep conversation, every dream and aspiration they shared with one another. She did not want them to be washed away by the swiftness of time. And she did not want the sweetness of the honeymoon phase to end. She wanted to bask in how he allowed her to just be herself around him. Michael felt like the rarest of fresh air and now that she had taken a breath of it, she just wanted to soak it up and never be without it again.

"Excuse me? Are you Charlotte Bennett?"

Charlotte glanced up from her menu to find a young man from the wait staff staring at her expectantly. She still had not grown accustomed to people recognizing her. Typically when they were out, Michael would get recognized by one or two people. But she still enjoyed a life under the radar. It did not happen enough for it to sink in just yet that people in the world were remotely interested in meeting her.

“Yes?”

"I thought so!” She watched as his entire being lit up, his voice flooding with excitement and joy. He appeared to exude a whole new energy that made Charlotte’s heart happy. “Sorry, I am just a huge fan. I saw you the first night you had to understudy for the actress playing Roxie in Chicago. I still have the playbill from that night in my apartment. First performance I ever saw and you… you made me want to be an actor. Not a singer though, my family says I'm dreadful.”

Charlotte’s hand went to her heart as she took in his words. “I doubt that! But thank you so much.” She still remembered that night, the biggest night of her career up until that point, and another moment overshadowed by the chaos that was her personal life. That performance had catapulted her into a new, albeit short-lived, fame in the theater world. It was a wave she had hoped to ride right off into the sunset of Broadway legends but instead, she had to detour, something she never fully recovered from. However, it was healing in some fashion to know that, however short it had been and even if it didn’t look as she had wanted, it had meant something to someone. “You honestly have no idea how much that means to me.”

"Of course! I just love you. I try to watch every single thing you're in."

"It's not a lot, I'm afraid. But I’m getting there.”

He merely waved his hand to dismiss her self-deprecation. “Please, you’re gonna take this city by storm. Just know you got at least one fan who’ll be front row for it all.” His eyes left Charlotte’s to scan the restaurant. “I better go before my boss sees me chatting. Struggling actor gig. I'm saving up so I can audition for Juilliard next year and move to New York. Been acting in local plays while I'm at community college."

She gestured toward his pen and notepad. She knew it was for his work but she did not carry around paper and pens so this was the only thing available. “Can I?” She almost wanted to laugh at how quickly he relinquished his work materials. She scribbled her name and personal email on the pad. I won't claim to be able to open many or really any doors but if there's anything I can do, let me know?"

The young man looked like he was about to go faint. "Really??"

"Yea... us penguins, future and alumni, gotta stick together, right? What’s your name?” She tore off the sheet and handed it to him, which he quickly folded and stuffed in his pocket.

“Jamal. A-and thank you so much! You are amazing. I really appreciate it. Sir.” Charlotte glanced behind her to find Michael returning to the table, the young man giving him a polite and professional smile.

"Hey man, how you doing?" Michael asked as he sat down.

Charlotte suddenly felt this wave of deja vu hit her, which was immediately followed by a panic she imagined beginner surfers actually felt when they crashed into an actual wave. She immediately cleared her throat and straightened up from her relaxed position. Her natural smile was gone, a tighter forced one took its place, filled with the tension that spread rapidly through her body like a virus.

"Oh shoot, that's my manager. You're amazing, thank you."

"O-of course," she offered as he returned to his work, barely hearing his words over the pounding of her own heart.

She tried to hide it, the fact that she felt like she was drowning in her own panic. She did not know where it came from, could not pinpoint what caused it because nothing in the room had changed. But she felt it, sucked deeper and deeper down into this black hole of terror. And every time she tried to swim back to the top, free herself from it, flashes of pain and pangs of fear rained down on top of her again, forcing her body back under. And she did not see a clear way to fight herself out of it. She started to reach for her glass but immediately retracted her hand when she noticed the slight tremble. She slid them under her thighs, hopeful Michael would not notice. That was one thing she had never gotten good at, hiding her fear. She imagined it read so clearly across her face.

She glanced up at him every few minutes as they both tried to decide what to order. Charlotte was not even hungry anymore but she went through the motions, pretending to study the menu while she really studied him. Every quick glance was intended to size him up, search his usually warm eyes for any hint of anger or annoyance. However, he did not give anything away. She found nothing except his usual kind and playful look as he scanned the menu. He muttered to himself as he decided between two items. And despite that, she felt no reassurance and the tight claws fear had in her chest did not loosen or budge.

"You decide what you want to get?” When his question was met with no response, he tried again. "Els... baby?"

It was Michael’s turn to examine her from across the table, bewildered to find a completely different demeanor than when he left the table a few minutes prior. He knew her well enough to pick up on certain subtleties that showed her true emotions. The way her shoulders hiked up to her ears with tension, the way her eyes avoided his, the tightness in her jaw as if she were bracing for something, the way her whole body seemed to shake, the sheer panic painted in her eyes that she was so clearly trying to hide with a neutral expression but failed at.

“Els!” He called out a bit louder, the young woman finally looking at him. “You good?”

She merely nodded, forcing a fake smile on her face.

Michael would not claim to be an expert on Charlotte just yet. Though he felt like he was close. If this were a degree program, he, at least, had a bachelors and was getting to work on his masters. However, he definitely knew when she was and was not ok. And this was far from ok.

“Nah, none of that shit. What’s wrong?” He immediately realized where he went wrong just a few minutes ago and sighed. “I know… our rule. No phones on date night. Sorry about that. This deal is just supposed to be wrapped up tonight and the last pieces are just…” he shook his head and let out another sigh. “Also no work talk. Sorry. Everything is sorted so no more phones.” He emphasized his words by turning his phone off and sliding it into his jacket pocket.

Charlotte felt as if her brain short circuited every time Michael apologized unprompted for something. Often, like right now, he did not even need to apologize but when he did, she could always tell he was sincere. Accountability from a man was a new one, another thing she was not fully used to yet.

"O-Oh no, no. D-don't... don't apologize. No biggie."

"Then why do you seem upset?"

"Umm…” She chewed her lip as she considered her words carefully, hopeful that she would not make the situation worse. Her hands twisted the white napkin in her lap, turning the fabric over and over to release some of her tension. “T-that waiter.” She pointed back toward the direction the young man went when he left their table. “He's an actor, wants to go to Juilliard. Saw me once in a show, said he was a fan. I was j-just giving him my email in case I could be useful.”

"That's really sweet of you, love.” When her panicked expression did not change, Michael stared at her expectantly, figuring there must be more to the story or something he missed. Because he did not understand how that explained why she was upset. "That... it? Or is something else wrong?”

"N-No, no. I-I just want you to know there wasn't a-anything else to it." She paused, her eyes bouncing anxiously from her hands to him. "Y-You believe me, don't you?"

Her words cycled through Michael’s head several times as he searched and searched like an investigator for the issue, why she would question whether he believed her, why she looked so terrified. However, it was not until he reviewed the whole conversation over again that the realization hit him. The first story she ever told him about her ex floating to his mind, how he gave her a concussion because she dared speak to another man. Michael bowed his head, exhaling a bit of the anger that simmered beneath the surface every time this happened, which was far more often than he would have anticipated.

Michael knew he needed to do more to address this sort of behavior but he was not sure what to do. For the most part, the last three months of their relationship was everything Michael wanted and could’ve hoped for. He knew he made the right choice in pursuing Charlotte, she felt like the person he had been waiting for his whole life. However, there were moments when he was harshly reminded that the beautiful field that was Charlotte was filled with gorgeous flowers and the occasional well-hidden landmine. And he never knew exactly when he would accidentally step on one and she did not seem to know where exactly they were buried. He knew there had to be more he could do to be proactive, to see these triggers before he accidentally stomped on them. But they still caught him off guard every single time.

They never discussed it, her panic or reactions that seemed so natural that he questioned whether she even noticed the overreactions sometimes. Each time, he would merely assure her they were ok and they moved on, kept walking until the next explosion. It was not sustainable.

And he hated it, hated the way her eyes searched for his permission sometimes, how she profusely apologized for simple mistakes or miscommunications, how her entire being would become paralyzed with fear like right now. She was still herself, the Charlotte he fell madly in love with. But all the pieces she said were broken were slowly being revealed. And while he did not see them as ‘broken,’ they were mending, he also was at a loss on how to help that process and not accidentally make it worse.

He held out his hand, a nonverbal request to touch her, which she accepted.

Good sign, he thought to himself. At least she didn’t hesitate to let me touch her.

His thumb rubbed the inside of her wrist gently for a few moments. He felt more at ease as he watched her relax a bit. It was not a lot and she likely did not even notice, but he could see some of the tension leave her body slowly but surely.

“One, of course, I believe you, Els. I trust you completely. And two, you know you don’t owe me an explanation of the conversations you have or people you talk to right?”

She scratched her head with her free hand. “Y-yea, I know.” Though her tone was not fully convincing to him. “I j-just felt like… I just didn’t want you to think it was something it wasn’t… or whatever. Or feel disrespected or something? S-so we’re good?” Her voice was still small and timid, her fear still evident in every syllable. “You aren’t angry with me?”

He could tell that she was waiting for him to flip the script on her, to finally showcase anger she thought he was hiding. But the only anger he had was directed at a person not at the dinner table with them, a person who lived on another coast, which meant Michael could not find him and use his face as a punching bag.

“I would never be mad over some shit like that, Charlotte. You did a nice thing for an up and coming actor and I think that shit’s great. We’re good.”

“T-thanks, babe. S-sorry, I just didn’t want-”

“Charlotte. Baby.” He cut her off. “Relax. No more explaining or apologizing cause you ain’t got shit to apologize for. We’re good, I swear.”

Charlotte chose to give Michael the final word and take his word for it. Charlotte shook her shoulders out a bit, forcing her body to relax. Their evening progressed without incident, though there was a dark cloud that loomed over them now, neither one of them fully themselves. But neither said anything about it either. They just progressed through dinner as if nothing had happened, making conversation about meaningless topics while both of their brains ran amuck with their own individual insecurities. Charlotte worried that she soured the mood and he truly was mad at her, just waiting for a private place to unleash it, and Michael obsessed over how he could convince her that the reaction she feared would never come.

After he dropped Charlotte off at home, with several more assurances that he was not mad at her at all, he went home and pulled out his laptop.

The wee hours of the morning found Michael still in front of that screen, a notebook filled with notes, best practices, resources, and information on how to support someone with PTSD. But given everything he read about abuse that night, things that made his stomach turn and his anger increase to unfathomable levels, he felt that could be the only explanation. And his research helped him understand her a bit better. By the time he closed his laptop, his human need for sleep outweighing his active brain’s desire to unpack his Els and understand her, he did feel he was armed with some tools, or at least more than he had before. He knew he could not heal her, only time and work could do that. But he could be more supportive, more assuring, prioritize ensuring she knew she had choice and agency with him and could create boundaries that he would respect.

He wondered if it would be enough but he was resolved to try. Because she was worth every effort he could give to make her feel safe and loved, and to show her something she had not experienced before: real love. He was different and he would do whatever it took to show her that because she deserved everything he had to give. She deserved his very best.

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Ground Effect | Jake Seresin x Fem! Reader

Part 3 of A Diamond in the Rough Series. See Masterlist HERE.

Summary: The first day of training for your assignment finally arrives. You’re fairly certain that Hangman is up to no good. Reader’s Callsign = Diamond.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Some curse words.

A/N: Y’all, sorry this took so long. I think I’ve rewritten this chapter 3 times. Enjoy! :)

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Ground Effect – The increasing lift and decreasing drag that occurs as a result of an aircraft’s wings as it gets closer to the ground.

When you arrive, the early morning San Diego sun is just starting to filter into the empty aircraft hangar. The golden rays of bright sunshine cast a warm hue on the giant American flag that hangs from the ceiling.

It’s an impressive area for a briefing room, you muse, eyeing the tables and chairs arranged with a small podium up front and a whiteboard.

Hefting your bag over your shoulder, you approach the seats. You immediately identify Phoenix and her weapon systems officer Bob sitting together in their row. Phoenix sends you a friendly nod with a small smile and Bob lifts his hand to give you a wave that you quickly reciprocate.

It’s nice to see some familiar faces in the room.

“Good morning.” Rooster’s recognizable voice greets you, and his grin on his face is contagious. You can’t stop the smile that shapes your lips in return.

“Morning Rooster.”

Bradshaw pulls out the chair next to him for you to sit and a warm feeling fills you at the considerate gesture. You slide into the chair and begin sorting through the materials laid out before you.

There are several thick stacks of booklets that you will need to review as well as a notebook and pen for note-taking. One booklet in particular that catches your eye in the NATOPS Flight Manual for the F-18.

The abundance of materials reminds you of your days as a student at Top Gun. You’ve come a very long way since then.

You belong here. You had promised Kazansky you would do your best, and you weren’t about to let anyone get in the way. Including Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Seresin, the very name twists your stomach in an emotion you can’t quite identify. It’s not dread, but you didn’t dare to call it excitement either. Anticipation, maybe?

Your gaze flickers over the seats around you. You didn’t see Hangman when you walked in this morning, but there was still a solid twenty minutes before expected reporting time, so it was likely he would arrive soon.

Seresin was admittedly a lethal combination of charms and handsome features. But his attitude towards his fellow pilots irritated you to no end. He’s one of the most insufferable pilots you’ve ever met, and somehow, he has managed to hijack your thoughts without being physically present.

To get your mind off the egotistical pilot, you turn towards Rooster and engage him in conversation instead. He starts telling you the recent highlights of his road trip and for the moment, you’re distracted.

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Hangman has no right to be annoyed about where you’re sitting in the briefing area.

While he’s relieved to see you’re no longer near Bob, watching you next to Rooster isn’t much of an improvement.

From what Coyote told him, the two of you are good friends. Both of you are stationed at Oceana and within the same fighter squadron. Given that you have experience as Bradshaw’s wingman, it was a real possibility the two of you might be selected as a pair for the mission.

Hangman chews the toothpick in his mouth in contemplation as he analyzes from afar.

The only way the two of you could be selected would be if Bradshaw could learn to take the risky offensive. It was one of the principles that separated Hangman from Rooster. Hangman took the tricky openings that Rooster wouldn’t.

It was all the same game regarding his pursuit of you. And he’d be damned before he loses the first girl to catch his interest in years to Bradshaw.

Regardless of Jake’s best efforts, he can’t pull his gaze away from you as he approaches the chairs. The only word he can use to describe his attraction to you is magnetic. Everything you seem to do, catches his attention. The stretching sunlight catches the left side of your face, illuminating you perfectly, your eyes practically glitter like diamonds.

You’re so carefree, so fucking beautiful.

It’s absolute torture having to admire this side of you from a distance. Get a grip, Seresin.

He was Hangman. His broad frame, tan skin, sharp green eyes, and wicked smile made it easy to pursue any woman he wanted. He had become accustomed to never having to put effort into getting a pretty woman’s attention. At least, not until he met you.

He’s not stupid though.

Despite your best attempts to appear disinterested, he knows you’re lying. He notices it in the way your beautiful eyes flash at him during conversation. Your eyes were the all-knowing crystal ball to understanding your emotions. You were way too easy for him to read, and if his assumptions were correct (and they almost always were), he thinks you might be interested in him too.

The chemistry is undeniably there, fizzling just under the surface. It lingers within your exchanges like a strong undercurrent, threatening to pull the both of you under at a moment’s notice. It’s like nothing Jake has ever experienced before. It’s distinctly unique, distinctly you.

Jake eyes the exposed section of your neck with fascination when you tilt your head back and laugh at a joke that Bradshaw makes like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. His hand twitches when you playfully shove Rooster as you struggle to contain your mirth.

You should be touching him, not Rooster. Hangman frowns, hell, the Hawaiian print shirts Bradshaw wore off-duty should be enough to disqualify him as your friend. Those things were an abomination.

“You’re such an idiot, Bradley.” You chortle out, your tone is sweet and joking. Rooster sends a goofy grin in reply.

It’s the first time Hangman agrees with one of your statements.

The instinct to pull you out of that seat and into his arms nearly overpowers Jake. The only thing that stops him is the thought of Cyclone or Warlock witnessing him drag you to a chair up front, next to him.

That wouldn’t exactly make a great impression for a cool, composed, or sane pilot.

The realization is like a bucket of ice-cold water on his raging hot emotions. He needs to get himself under control before he does something stupid. He can’t afford to ruin this once in a lifetime mission over a woman.

That was something only a lovesick fool would do. And Hangman would never be the kind of fool that would value love over a career. Once he had you in his bed, he would be able to move on.

His bed. His mind imagines you wearing nothing but his dark silk sheets, alone in his spacious bed, waiting for him.

Control yourself. Jake winces as he desperately forces the thought to the back of his mind for another time. As far as you were concerned, the sooner he got you out of his system, the better.

Composing himself, he brushes a hand over his hair, straightens his back, and begins to close in on your unsuspecting position. He may not be able to drag you out of chair, but he would make things clear. Hangman didn’t tolerate competition when it came to getting what he wanted.

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“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” That familiar southern accent comes back to haunt you.

As per fucking usual.

You slightly turn in your seat to make eye-contact with the blonde-haired aviator that has just entered from the far end of the hangar entrance.

It’s Hangman. And he’s staring at you. Not Rooster, not Phoenix, just you.

Your traitorous heart does a small skip.

Seresin is practically glowing in the early morning light. That tall form is already in a green flight suit, like yours, but it is attractive on him due to those broad shoulders and longer legs. You take note of the patch on his chest, instantly recognizing the insignia of the Vigilantes. The sleeves of his flight suit are rolled up just enough to reveal tan forearms and large capable hands.

He is so handsome it nearly makes your eyes hurt. Hangman reminds you too much of a Ken doll with that perfectly styled blonde hair and those sharp features. If he didn’t already have a callsign, you’d be tempted to start calling him Ken.

The potential callsign has some actual merit, because there were published articles on the Internet regarding the blonde fighter pilot. One even going as far as claiming him to be the “hottest pilot of the newest aviation generation.”

That particular piece had been written shortly after his confirmed air-to-air kill. Needless to say, the photographers had gone above and beyond in capturing Hangman’s well-sculpted body.

How he had received approval from the Navy to do that article was beyond you. Pretty white boy privileges, probably.

You would never admit that you had googled Seresin’s name for research purposes at 2 in the morning after your first encounter at the Hard Deck. All because you had been attempting to find negative coverage on the fighter pilot. Not because you were curious about him.

What was that ancient proverb? Know thyself, know thy enemy, and you shall win a hundred battles without loss. You had taken the lesson to heart, obviously.

Unfortunately for you, the media loved him and his southern charm.

You blink your thoughts away as you focus on the blonde aviator approaching you. He’s fidgeting with something in his mouth, and it takes you a few moments to recognize it.

Was that a toothpick?

You raise a brow as you contemplate the sharp wooden object held between those beautiful white teeth that now grin at you.

You’ve been staring at his mouth too long and he notices. His eyes darken slightly when you meet his gaze once more. You feel a flush of embarrassment at being caught, it rises all the way from your neck to your face.

You desperately hope he can’t tell he’s managed to rattle you.

“See somethin’ ya like, darlin?” Seresin practically croons as he advances towards your table, just feet away from you. He leisurely raises a left hand to adjust his toothpick to a corner of his mouth, it’s an intentional attempt to distract you. And it works.

You can’t stand the knowing glint that crosses his ocean green eyes.

“It’s Lieutenant, not darlin,” you mock his southern accent in a fake Texas twang that causes his lips to twitch in delight. He comes to a stop next to your seat and stands in the middle of the aisle. You have to crank your head upwards to maintain eye contact with him and Seresin looks like he’s enjoying the fact he’s towering over you

“Ah, my apologies.” Hangman drawls, not sounding apologetic at all. At least he attempts to appear contrite this time, that overconfident grin disappearing for a moment. He pauses, as if contemplating pushing you further. The disapproving stare you send him isn’t enough to deter him. “It’s a nice morning, isn’t it, Lieutenant?”

He sends you a beaming smile, full dimples in view after saturating your rank with an overly saccharine tone. It’s obvious he’s used to getting his way by sending a charming grin.

Seresin is an imbecile to think it could possibly work on you. With Kazansky as a mentor, you had adopted some of his no-nonsense tendencies. And if there was one powerful weapon you had learned from him, it was the power of silence.

You don’t smile back at Hangman. Instead, you allow the awkward pause to hang over the air, hoping it makes him uncomfortable for once.

Out of your peripheral vision, Bob and Phoenix turn to study the exchange with interest. Besides you, Rooster crosses his arms and openly glares at Hangman.

You’re still pissed at Hangman’s behavior at the Hard Deck. First stealing Bob’s cue stick, and then insulting Rooster so blatantly in a public setting.

Rooster had only told him the truth; Hangman wasn’t ready to be a team leader.

If he thought you would be receptive to him after his recent conduct, he had another thing coming.

Hangman’s smile falters at your lack of a returned greeting, but he quickly recovers. “Don’t you agree?” Hangman tilts his head, the light catching on the necklace of his dog tags, momentarily distracting you. Then he breathes your name as if it was an afterthought.

The sound of your name, softened by his southern accent makes your breath hitch for a moment.

The man is standing way too close to you for your comfort. You can smell him; that warm and clean scent exhilarates your senses. His presence is oppressive in every way, and he requires your full awareness. Hangman won’t accept anything less.

You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself. Mustering your remaining willpower to maintain a poker face, you finally decide to break your silence.

“No.”

You should have kept your mouth closed because your response seems to light up those intense green eyes in pleasure.

“No?” Seresin repeats your response like a question. In an attempt to appear unimpressed, you slouch backwards into your chair as if relaxed.

Because there is definitely no way you are relaxed right now. Your body responds to Seresin like it’s fight or flight, your adrenaline races as your mind goes into overdrive.

The blonde fighter pilot doesn’t even glance at Rooster, his entire attention is now dedicated to you. Your heart races at the realization.

While you feel like your heart is about to burst, Hangman appears cool, composed, and calm. It frustrates you to no end. You feel like you’re always at an immediate disadvantage with him.

Hangman is definitely trying to bait you into a conversation that will likely downward spiral into an argument. And for all you know, Cyclone and Warlock could be seconds away from stepping into the classroom.

But you only had one cup of coffee at 04:30 this morning, nearly two hours ago. Needless to say, you were not in the mood for Hangman and his antics.

“No.” You deadpan. You’re tempted to spell out the word for him since he doesn’t seem to understand it all that well, “seeing you is not the way I wanted to start my day.”

He’s entertained by your remark, you can see it in the way his lips curl upwards at your snark. “I can think of some ways to improve your day.” The pilot leans his side into the table, he takes his time with a meaningful once-over of your body. “We could give a couple of my suggestions a try. What do you say?”

You roll your eyes at him. In your dreams, Seresin.

“Here’s a suggestion,” you stick your chin out at him, gesturing towards the empty seats up front. “Go away. Shoo.” You lift your right hand and wave him away like an annoying pest.

Your hand accidentally brushes his clothed chest, it was an accident you swear, and you notice the way his gaze sharpens, nearly smoldering at you with something that you think could be lust. You slowly bring your hand back to your side as your brain screams DANGER. DANGER. DANGER.

You feel like you’re playing with fire.

He actually laughs at you and his eyes are sparking with pleasure and something else that you can’t identify. Then Hangman proceeds to do the exact opposite of your suggestion.

He moves his right arm casually so that his right hand grips the back of your chair, directly behind your right shoulder. Placing his hand on the back of your chair gives Seresin a reason to lean close towards you. He’s so close that if you leaned upwards a few inches, you’d be kissing him.

Hangman has the leisurely demeanor of a lion preparing to ambush its prey. You’re effectively cornered in your chair, stuck between the hard plastic at your back and Hangman hovering near you.

It’s incredibly difficult to overcome your instincts to lean away from his grip; instead, you remain still. I’m fine. I’m just fine.

“I get that you’re new here, Diamond. But let me make one thing clear.” His voice is low in its warning to you. Shivers race up your spine despite the warm California weather.

The tables have been turned, and you sense the momentum shift in your exchange as Hangman regains control.

His intense gaze flickers over your expression, contemplating you. Your breath feels like it’s been caught in your chest. Is it just you or has the air gotten thicker here?

“I don’t take orders from you, and I will do as I goddamn please.” His attempt to intimidate you only makes rage thrum through your veins.

You should shut up. You really should just shut up. But you can’t stop yourself.

“The words of a gentleman.” You bite back at him.

He grins at the way your eyes narrow at him, a crack in your careful composure becoming more apparent.

“Keep provoking me, and you’ll find out what kind of gentleman I am.” He promises lowly.

He’s laying his claim, you think to yourself, as you try to wrap your head around why he was behaving this way. It’s the only reason you can come up with for his obnoxious show in front of your classmates.

Seresin views himself as the Alpha, and questioning his authority was not to be tolerated. But you were not going to lay on your back and concede to him.

Give him an inch, he’ll take a mile, knowing Seresin.

You scoff at him. “Try not to overestimate yourself, Hangman.”

You're positive that he stares at your lips before meeting your eyes.

“We’ll see about that.”

His hand brushes against your shoulder, triggering a flash of electricity that flares through your body in spite of the layers of clothing separating you from his hand. “Feel free to sit up front with your new team leader rather than slow ride over here.”

The thought of sitting in the fighter pilot’s lap blazes in your mind but you shut it down before your imagination runs away with the idea.

As IF that would ever happen.

The repeated insult to your friend is one too many. You consider flipping him off but there's too many eyes on your interaction for you to successfully do so without getting written up for misconduct. You’re preparing a verbal blow when Bradshaw intervenes. “Leave her alone, Hangman.”

Bless Bradshaw, the generally good-natured pilot had done his best to let you deal with the asshole on your own. But enough was enough.

"Try not to take it personally, Bradshaw." Hangman's eyes drift towards Rooster. Hangman doesn’t bother to hide his condescending tone and you note how the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. "She'll have no other option but to follow me once I'm selected as team lead."

That’s quite the fucking presumption.

Even though Rooster has managed to redirect Hangman’s animosity towards him, you’re not about to let Hangman get away with that statement.

"If you're selected as team lead." You quickly correct him and Hangman’s head snaps back to stare at you. His jaw clenches in irritation, the muscles in his jaw becoming more prominent. Your twisted mind thinks it’s kind of hot.

His gaze is searing as you continue, "Anything can happen in three weeks, Hangman."

"Three weeks won't change the fact that I'm the best there is." The blonde fighter pilot quips, his confidence mixing with arrogance. "You’re one of the better pilots here, Diamond. It’d be a shame if you let Rooster slow you down."

His right hand releases the back of your seat, straightening up and away from you. You can’t explain it, but you miss the heat of his body that had been so close to yours. His gaze lingers on you for a moment before he sits up front.

Hangman has managed to throw you off balance. He had complimented you in one sentence and insulted your friend in the next.

You’re left to stew in your anger. You can feel Rooster’s stare, and he attempts to reassure you as you try to reign yourself in.

"Ignore him." Rooster grumbles, "he’s always been this way. Although he seems to have gotten worse over the years.” You’ll have to ask him about his experiences with Hangman, but that will have to be a conversation for another time.

Warlock and Cyclone eventually arrive, and Warlock begins to discuss the basis for the mission and the background of your new instructor. At one point Hangman sends you a cocky grin but you pointedly ignore him. The mystery surrounding this new instructor has you on edge, after all, who do you send to train the best of the best?

So, when Hangman turns around eagerly to get a glimpse of the mission instructor that Warlock has spoken so highly of, your interest is immediately caught at Hangman’s reaction. Even from two rows behind him you examine the way his green eyes widen in surprise; his brows raise upwards and wrinkle his forehead in confusion. His smooth lips part in shock and his toothpick nearly drops out of his mouth.

His current expression of horror is a complete reversal from his earlier smug arrogance. It’s not long before one of his hands hides his eyes and he turns away. If you didn’t know any better, you would think Hangman sank forward in his chair.

It’s difficult to contain your delight at the sudden turn of events. A laugh nearly bubbles to your lips. Hangman is actually flustered. You peek outside to make sure pigs haven’t begun to fly because of the absurdity of his reaction.

Nope, no flying pigs in sight.

Karma is a fucking bitch, Seresin.

You revel in Hangman’s embarrassment for a moment until you wonder just who could shake the fearless aviator. Intrigued, you find yourself turning for a glimpse of your new hero.

The new individual swaggers in with the confidence of an experienced pilot. His dark hair is cropped short, and his features have been somewhat aged by time and stress.

Wait. You’ve seen him before.

You’re 90% sure you had watched Hangman help Payback and Coyote throw this guy out of the Hard Deck last night. Which explains Hangman’s current state of embarrassment. So much for good first impressions.

Beyond that incident you know that you’ve glimpsed the guy before. But where?

You’re desperately trying to recall why he looks so familiar when Warlock finally reveals his identity.

“Meet your new instructor, Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick.” It doesn’t take long for the puzzle pieces to click together in your mind. Maverick, the legendary wingman of Iceman. Your heart rises to your throat as you feel something that resembles dread in the pit of your stomach.

Oh shit.

Rooster tenses from his seat beside you. You know the basics of his history with Maverick, that his father had died while flying with Maverick, and it had happened many years before you lost your own father.

The two of you shared a unique bond of grief, even if neither of you acknowledged it.

A quick look is exchanged between the two pilots, and Rooster turns away in obvious disdain. There is a hint of guilt and hesitation in Maverick’s eyes.

You make a mental note to text Iceman after this and ask him why he hadn’t bothered to tell you that Maverick was going to be the instructor for the assignment.

You didn’t want to use your goddaughter privileges for blatant nepotism, but damn it, it would have been nice to know in advance.

The fact that Maverick had been brought back for this assignment could only mean one thing, this mission was more dangerous than you realized.

You glance back at the front of the class to observe Hangman nervously shifting his toothpick. As if sensing your stare, the two of you eye each other for a couple of seconds. The exchange between the two of you is completely devoid of snark and bravado for once.

Hangman’s serious countenance unsettles you. Blinking, you quickly look away before you can be dragged down by his intense green depths.

An unsettling thought lingers in your mind as Maverick begins to brief the group.

The next few weeks would make or break you as a fighter pilot.

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I Love You Because.... PART 2

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 4978

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Daddy kink, praise kink, dry humping, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, some rough sex, a bit of fluff, typical elvis stuff.

Author’s Notes: I don’t know if this needed a part 2, but I couldn’t stop writing and this what we got, lol. So if you enjoyed the first part, you’ll love this! Again I’m new to writing fanfic. So I’m sorry if it’s not the best. Some spelling errors possibly.

PART ONE :))

“Just the thought of her lips sets me afire, I reminisce, and I’m filled with desire.”

Hours had gone by, and you weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but it had to be sometime after Elvis, your head was tilted back against the headboard as you slept, Elvis was now waking up, rubbing his eyes as he got a glimpse of you because his head was still resting in your lap. A wide smile formed on his lips because you stayed the entire time he slept. Now with eyes fully open he glanced up to see you fast the sleep in the most uncomfortable position, he chuckled softly and carefully got up from the bed, leaning over to lift you up gently to not wake up and laying you down comfortably on the bed. He pulled the blankets up over you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. He then grabbed his silk black robe with gold trim and slipped it on and tying the front. He slowly and quietly opened the bedroom door, shutting it lightly and making his way down to the kitchen to eat some of the food you prepared for him earlier.

He realized he was lost in his own world earlier today that he didn’t take the time to see the effort you put into his homecoming and the full spread of food you had when he made his way into the kitchen. Some of the guys were hanging out and playing cards and just chatting and they all greeted him as soon as he walked in the room. At this point the kitchen was a wreck and he shook his head as he spoke, “Goddamnit.. did y’all leave me anything to eat?” But the guys knew you’d be furious if they had eaten everything, and Joe immediately jumped from his seat. “Of course not, EP. You know N/A makes sure you’ve got something.” He says as he grabs a plate from the fridge and set it on the counter. The room silent before Elvis started laughing that hiccupping laugh of his and then everyone else began to laugh as well and says, “My boy, my boy… I thought I was gonna have hurt one of you sons of bitches.” He chuckled as one of the cooks entered the room offering to warm his food for him and he nodded with a smile as he took a seat at the kitchen table with the guys.

You finally awake from your long slumber, stretching out your arms and legs a soft groan escaping your lips and your hands rubbing over eyes almost in a daze, not realizing you fell asleep and when your eyes are finally fully open you notice that you’re tucked into the bed and you smile to yourself until you realize there’s no trace of Elvis and small pout now formed on your lips. You sat up in the bed looking around until you heard his contagious laughter echoing through the house and your pout turned into a smile. It was so nice to hear him laughing. You figured he must of finally went down to eat, so you got up and made your way over to the window because you weren’t sure what time it was and when you pulled the shades back you realized it was already nighttime.

You made your way over to your closet and slipped out of your dress and removed your bra and decided to keep your lace white panties on, you walked over to Elvis’ closet looking for a shirt of his to wear because it was more comfortable even though he’s told you to stop if you aren’t going to give them back. But you couldn’t help yourself and grabbed one a black button up shirt, slipping it on and leaving two of the buttons undone. His shirts were always oversized on you, and it hit just slightly above your knees. You then went and made yourself comfortable again on the bed and decided just to wait for him to come back up, bringing your knees up to your chest as you reached for the remote, flipping through the tv channels until you stopped at one of your favorite shows you and Elvis watched together, “The Dating Game.” It was a rerun, but you didn’t mind. The volume wasn’t too loud so every now and then you heard echoes of Elvis’ voice along with the guys talking about the wild things they got up to on the tour. You hoped he’d be back up soon because you were wanting him in all sorts of ways now that he was back. It had been two months since you saw him, and your body desperately ached for his return in those months.

Elvis had finished eating and decided in case you wake up he’d make you a small plate of food and grabbed you a glass of water and placed both on a tray. He said his goodbyes to the guys before he started making his way upstairs to your bedroom. You turned your attention to the door when you heard footsteps and you got excited because it may be Elvis. He fumbles with the door a bit with the tray now in his left hand and you see him walk through in that robe that you always loved on him and tray of food, a smile dancing on your lips. He’s surprised to see you awake, “Little one, I wasn’t expectin’ ya to be awake! But I brought you up some food case you were hungry.” He says happily, walking over to the set the tray down on your bedside table. You sit up on your knees now leaning toward him as he stood in front of you and planting a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, baby.” You mumbled as you settled back on the bed, biting down on your bottom lip with a smile as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you.

You couldn’t help but eye him up and down when he sat in front of you, he looked so handsome and seemed to be in better spirits now which made you happy. You noticed him eyeing you and realizing he wasn’t gonna be so happy about you stealing another one of his shirts. “Wearin’ my clothes again, darlin’?” He said in that sultry deep voice of his. You couldn’t help but giggle and nodded at his words. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself! They’re more comfortable to sleep in.” You say with a small laugh as you reached over to pick at the food a bit, taking a few bites. He chuckled as he placed a hand on your thigh and keeping it there. You felt like you could just melt from his touch, his hands were always so soft and coldness from his rings drove you crazy. “You look better in them anyway…” He says as he stands up to remove his robe setting it on the chair that sat near the bed before sitting back down and leaning toward you, kissing your lips softly and his hand that was on your thigh moved up a little more toward your waist under his shirt you were wearing and his rings against your skin caused goosebumps to form, he whispers against your lips after kissing you once more. “Thank you for earlier, baby. I’m sorry if I ruined any of your plans you had.”

You shushed him before he could get another word out, you desperately wanted him, craved him, desired him and you lifted your arms up to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer. “You’re feeling better and that’s what matters.” You whisper. He smirked a bit and nodded in agreement. “Much better.” He mumbles before crashing his lips against yours, his other hand on your waist now and lifting you up slightly from the bed onto his lap. You let out a small gasp from the sudden movement and your knees were settled on either side of him on the bed. Your hands tangled in his hair as he traced kisses down from your lips to your chin, down toward your neck and kissing there for bit. You tilted your head back slightly, another small gasp escaping you. He’s hardly touched you and you were already in heat and felt the fire that was building within you. He continued to kiss along your neck down toward the open part of his shirt that you left undone, kissing the exposed skin of your chest. Your right hand in his hair grip onto to it a bit as your other hand rubbed against the fabric of his shirt against his chest.

You could feel the heat already gathering between your legs as you brushed up against the growing bulged in Elvis’ pajamas, smirking to yourself because he was already hard for you. You pulled back from him and he looked confused until you pressed your hand against his chest and pushing him back roughly, so he was lying against the bed. He let out a chuckle as a sly smirk formed on his lips. “Damn, little one…. You really missed me, huh?” he said playfully, his hands resting on your thighs. You nodded biting down on your bottom lip, you wanted to tear his clothes off now, but you knew what he liked and what got him going. So, you played with him a bit. Leaning down toward him and kissing his lips, nipping lightly at his bottom lip with your teeth as you spoke softly, “I’m gonna show you how much I missed you, daddy.” You pulled back keeping your hands now against his chest, so he was pinned to the bed, he obviously was much stronger than you, but he loved when you took control, so he didn’t even bother to fight you. He looked beautiful laying there with a seductive smirk on his lips and those fuck me eyes staring up at you full of lust.

You moved your hands up now to unbutton his shirt you were wearing revealing your breasts and the lace white panties you kept on that were now obviously soaked with your juices already. You remove the shirt, letting it fall to the ground. The cold air hitting your nipples instantly causing them to get hard. “Goddamn, baby…” You hear Elvis say under his breath as he stared at your naked body and those white panties he loved so much, he tried to reach his hands up to touch you, but you slapped them away. “No, daddy…” you hummed softly. He let out a frustrated groan and even though his pajama pants were still on you could feel his hard cock pulsing up against your pussy. Which made a devilish smirk form on your lips as you spread your legs a bit wider to sit a bit more comfortably on him, grinding yourself against his hard member slowly, you could feel him twitching beneath you as a gasp left his lips and his eyes now rolling back a bit. You knew his favorite thing to do was dry humping and how that turned him on more than anything. He loved being teased.

You could hear him mumbling something under his breath as he tilted his head back toward you and his eyes staring daggers at your panties. “Hm? What’s that daddy?” You say teasingly. He lets out another groan and now in a demanding tone his accent thick, “I said…. Take those fuckin’ panties off, N/A” he hissed. You did as you were told and stood up now above him, smirking and putting on a little show as you hooked your thumbs between the hem of your panties and slowly slide them down your legs and stepping out of them and before you could toss them to the ground, you felt his hand reach over and snatch them from you. “Mine.” He said lowly and a smirk formed on his lips when he felt how wet they were, and it made you blush a bit because now he can also see how wet you were for him, and you watched him hold onto your panties.

You lowered yourself back down on him your bare pussy now up against the fabric of his pajamas feeling that hard pulsing cock of his begging to be free. That only made you even more wet for him. You could feel the slick between your legs dripping onto his pajamas as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth against him. The noises escaping his lips only turned you on more because you loved that you made him feel this way. You brought your hands down to the bottom of his shirt and you started to pull it up to get it off him and he helped you quickly yanking it off and tossing it to the side. Your panties still in his right hand of course. You leaned down pressing your chest against the hairs from his chest tickling your nipples. Your hips were starting to rock a bit faster against him, humping that pulsing bulge in his pants hungrily as your lips met his and you kissed passionately, small moans escaping your lips vibrating against his and his soft groans vibrating against yours, his hands found their way onto your hips and now guiding you and having you ride his cock through his pants, the friction from his pants against your throbbing wet heat driving you to the edge and you could feel the fire building within you becoming more intense. Your kisses becoming sloppy as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. Your moans coming out muffled against his lips and you tried to form words but couldn’t find any as he was pushing you deeper into the throws of passion. His fingertips digging into the side of your hips his rings making it a bit painful, but you didn’t care, he held onto you tighter, your panties still in his hand and he moved you a bit quicker, you managed to blurt out on his lips in an airy breath, “I-I want your cock…. P-Please, daddy.” He smirked as he brought your hips to a halt and he sat up, lifting you off him, placing your panties in the pocket of his pajamas and sliding his pants down his slender legs, tossing them over with the rest of the pile of clothes now gathered on the floor.

You were biting down on your bottom lip as you watched him remove his pants and watching his cock spring out and your eyes widen at the sight, you were always caught by surprise with the length of him and as you watched him closely, he raised his hand a bit and gestured to you with two fingers. “C’mere, little one.” He said in a low voice. Just him doing that made you weak in the knees and wetter than ever. If that was even possible at this point. You moved to stand between his legs with an innocent look on your face as your eyes met his and he gestured for you to get on your knees with his left hand as he grabbed his cock in his right and began to pump it slowly. You sank down to your knees his cock now in your direct line of sight and you watched the precum that coated the tip drip slowly from it. Licking your lips as your eyes darted up at him through your long lashes, waiting for him to tell you what to do next even though you already knew what he wanted. But you wanted to hear him say it. No… Demand it.

His left hand reaching down to you and placed his index finger just beneath your chin, his thumb brushing gently against your plump lips as he continued to pump his cock in his hand, his groans coming out softly. You began to breath heavily desperately waiting for his next move. “Open that pretty mouth for me, baby.” He said lowly. “I want you to show me just how much you missed me.” He smirked as he left hand reached up to grab a handful of your hair and you opened your mouth for him and he began to guide his cock into your mouth, a loud groan escaping him. You whimpered softly against his cock tasting the saltiness of his precum, he now rested his free hand on the bed. You rested your left hand on his right thigh as your other hand grabbed the base of his cock, pumping it in tune with your mouth as you began to bob your head slowly. Your tongue gliding along the base of his cock and swirling around it. His groans now echoing within the room as they grew louder, he didn’t take his eyes off you. He reached over with the hand that was resting on the bed and pulling your hand off his cock and he shook his head. “I want you to use just your mouth, baby.” he hummed softly.

You obeyed and now both of your hands were resting on either of his thighs, squeezing them lightly as you felt him push your head down so that you could take his cock deeper into your mouth. Your eyes watering as you feel him hit the back of your throat and you whimper and moan all at the same time, your pussy dripping wet, feeling your slick against your thighs as you squeezed your legs together trying to get friction. “Fuck…” Elvis says under his breath. Pulling his cock out of your mouth and grabbing your face with his hands roughly, the coldness of his rings hitting your skin as he leaned down toward you. “I want ya lookin’ at me while my cock is in your mouth. Ya hear me?” he said in a demanding tone. You didn’t even know what the noises were at this point that left your mouth. You wanted him so bad… All of him. He was the only man to ever make you feel this way. Your morals gone. Ready to fully submit to him and only him.

You nodded slowly and tried to speak as his hand was still gripping your face, but it came out all mumbled. “Y-yes, daddy.” He smirked. “Good girl.” He whispered as he sat up straight again and let go of your face, guiding his cock back into your mouth, your eyes staring up at him and without warning, tugging at your hair tightly that was still in his grasp and he plunged deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You weren’t prepared for such force, and you began to gag around his cock and tears forming in your eyes, your hands gripping harder at his thighs. He moans, continuing to force himself deeper. You try your best to keep looking at him as your eyes were now filled with tears. You loved every minute of it. He pulled himself out to let you catch your breath for a moment and without a word, he forced your face forward and forced his cock in deep again, now his hips were starting to move at a steady pace. You moaned against him as your throat was starting to relax around his large member, this pleased him when he felt how relaxed you were becoming and he now his head was tilted back, his moans low and through your watery eyes you look up at him and see how much you are pleasing him. He began to fuck your throat relentlessly. Your moans growing as loud as his. You had tears streaming down your face, salvia dripping out of the sides of your mouth and the noises escaping your mouth were so obscene now. “Goddamn… Such a good girl…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence and he quickly pulled your head back his cock popping out of your mouth, strings of salvia hanging from it. Your face was a mess now. Mascara now running down your face mixed your tears and spit.

“Fuck… You were gonna make me cum, little one.” He chuckled softly as he tried to catch his breath, reaching his hands down to pull you up off the floor. You couldn’t help but giggle softly and you leaned forward your messy lips lingering over his and you whisper softly, “You better fuck me then so I can make you cum.” He was in awe of you, he reached his hand up and grabbed your face again, crashing his lips against yours before pulling away. “Get your ass on the bed.” He hissed as his hand reached down to slap your ass, you yelped softly from sting and the metal of his rings hitting your skin. You climbed into the bed knowing his eyes were watching you closely. You could feel it.

You turned around now so you were laying on your back your legs spread wide open for him and there was no hiding now how much you wanted him because it was all exposed between your legs, your sex dripping out of you. He climbed into bed moving in between your legs, admiring your pussy and how wet you were for him. He never failed to get you this way. He didn’t have to do much, and you were soaking for him at any given time. He leaned down toward you trailing kisses along your chest, his lips making their way to your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it before taking the sensitive bud between his teeth and teasing it gently. Your body shuddered at his touch you were so sensitive already from all his teasing, your head tilted back ecstasy, soft moans leaving you, your hands tangled in his hair. He then moved over to the left nipple taking it between his teeth and tugging gently, glancing up at you between those long dark lashes of his. He started trailing his kisses down lower now against your stomach and you lifted your head up now watching him with lust in your eyes, your tongue gliding over your bottom lip. His head was between your legs now, pressing kisses against your left inner thigh and he would get close to the area you wanted him most before switching to kiss your right inner thigh. You wanted him to stop teasing you. You wanted him to have his way with you. Give you what you ached for. Yearned for. Begged for.

You let out a high-pitched moan when you felt his lips against your wet core, your breathing heavy, tugging at his hair, watching him. He dragged his tongue up and down between your folds, your hips bucked against him, squirming as you whimpered loudly, and he wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you still. “Shhh… Be a good girl for daddy.” His words alone could’ve made you cum right then and there. His tongue dragging back up between your wet folds finding your clit and circling around it before lapping his tongue against it. “E-Elvis...” you cried out. “Please….” You say in a breathy tone. He glanced up at you with a smirk on his lips, licking your slick off his lips and taking two of his ringless fingers and slowly guiding them into you, they slipped in a bit easy because of how wet you were, and he could feel you tightening around his long fingers, and he began to pump them slowly into you. You began to moan his name like that was your mantra, clawing at the bed sheets with one hand, while the other stayed tangled in his hair. He loved every minute of it. “You’re such a good girl getting this wet for me.” He said softly. He pushed those long fingers deeper into you. His name escaping louder from your lips. His fingers were completely covered in your slick that it started to drip down his hand. “Look at ya, makin’ a mess on my fingers, little one.” His accent becoming thicker the lower his voice got.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you cried out, “D-Daddy, fuck me… PLEASE.” He chuckled as he bit down on his bottom lip, removing his fingers from your dripping pussy bringing himself back up to you forcing those same fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them hungrily tasting yourself on him. Before you knew what was happening, Elvis grabbed a hold of your right thigh and placing it around his waist as he lined himself up with your pussy, dragging the tip of his cock up and down between your lips, giving your clit extra attention. You squirmed beneath him, whimpering, and tightening the grip your leg had around his waist, pulling him closer and he smirked dragging his cock back down your lips and plunging deep into your pussy. You gasped softly, your mouth forming an O shape, your eyes closed as your hands reached up brushing against the hair on his chest as they wrapped around him, your nails dug into his skin of his back. His moans low and long and he can feel you tightening around him as he inched his cock in deeper. This time your gasp was louder, and a loud moan followed it. “Fuckkk…” he yelled out between his moans. “So fuckin’ tight for me, baby.” He hissed. Your other leg wrapping around his waist now. His left hand reaching up to wrap around your throat as he squeezed, while his other hand rested beside your head. His rings rough on your skin as you felt the coldness on your neck as he choked you. He knew how much you loved that and the bruises that were soon to follow the next day. But you didn’t care at all. It had been two long months without him. This moment right here, right now was everything you needed. You opened your eyes to meet his own. They were bluer than before.

Once you adjusted to the size of his length, he began to slam his hips into you now. You couldn’t hold back the loud moans that escaped you, his name escaping your lips like it was the only word you knew echoing throughout the room in each shaky breath you took. “E-Elvis, E-Elvis…” You knew this was everything he had been wanting too because the sounds escaping his lips were almost as loud as yours, his hand tightening around your throat with each thrust he made. His lips crashing against yours, kissing them hungrily as the vibration of both of your moans bounced off each other’s lips. You didn’t want him to stop making love to you like this, but you could already feel the heat building up inside of you coming to the surface with each of his movements, hitting all the right spots just the way you liked. You knew he was close to his climax too. Staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

Without hesitation your nails dug deeper into his back practically piercing the skin as you clawed at him. You cried out loudly against his lips, “Baby, I’m c-close…. I’m gonna cum….” His hand tightening more around your throat that you’re almost breathless. His teeth grazing your bottom lip as his hips began to buck and he moaned out against your lips in a shaky breath, “Cum for me, darlin’.” Hearing those four words was all you needed to hear when you finally reached that euphoric feeling, your head tilting back as you cried out in ecstasy. You both cumming at the same time, the warmth of his seed filling you. His hand loosening around your neck as his face rested against it, groaning low and long as his movements came to a slow stop as you both rode out your orgasms. You whimpered softly as your body twitched beneath him, your body feeling weak. He lifted his head up to look at you, your eyes meeting his, his eyes were as blue as ever now as you stared at him with a loving look, and he pressed a soft kiss against your lips a smile forming on them. He then pulled himself out of you and lifted himself up to crash right beside you on the bed breathless.

You sit in silence for a moment as you both try to catch your breath. A smile forming happily on your lips as you bit down on your bottom lip, reaching hand up to touch your now sore neck. You knew the bruises would be something serious come tomorrow morning. But you couldn’t help but think of them as him leaving his mark on you. Reminding you that you were his and only his. You turned over to your side to face Elvis now who was already staring at you with those deep blue eyes. You couldn’t help but blush with the way he looked at you. You moved closer to him resting your head against his chest and wrapping an arm around his abdomen. Placing small kisses against his chest. He reached over to gently to cover you both up with the blankets and then wrapping his arm around your waist, his thumb brushes up against your skin lightly as his other arm was rested behind his head.

You peered up at him watching him closely his eyes slowly closing. Your eyes just admiring his beauty and how happy he looks. Your fingers playing with the hairs on his chest. No words needed to be spoken in this moment because you both said it all when he made love to you. You nuzzled your face into his chest as you held onto him tighter, cuddling into him like he was a big teddy bear, and you slowly drifted off to sleep with him.

“Gave my heart to her in sweet surrender.”

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