#!!!! you could kiss a 100 boys in bars. shoot another shot try to stop the feeling. btw. u can sat itd just the way u are.

[fridayiminlcve]

i just wanna love someone who calls me baby

[mothalas]

good luck babe chapel roan. oh my god.

[amugoffandoms]

good luck babe is stuck in my head..... it's really good

[ask-sally-face]

YOU COULD KISS 100 BOYS IN BARS, SHOOT ANOTHER SHOT TRY TO STOP THE FEELING. YOU CAN SAY ITS JUST THE WAY YOU ARE MAKE A NEW EXCUSE ANOTHER STUPID REASON. GOOD LUCK BABE!

"GOOD LUCK BAAAABE-!"

[fearlessplatinums]

but did you know that you could kiss a 100 boys in bars, shoot another shot try to stop the feeling????

[re-velogs]

YOU! could kiss 100 boys in bars. SHOOT! another shot try to stop the feeling. YOU! can say it's just the way you are. MAKE! a new excuse another stupid reason GOOD LUCK BABE

[xpeachesncream]

acquainted | nine

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.5k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, jealousy, alcohol consumption, dancing/event scene, a lil bit of that good ol’ phone sex

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish@photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1​ @thebeebi​ (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

You were a little relieved when Jungkook had mentioned that Jin and Grace wouldn't be able to make the charity event tonight. You weren't sure how you'd manage being in one place with all of them at the same time. Plus, your chaotic friends? Absolutely not.

Jungkook is driving you both to the campus event, with his hand resting contently on your thigh, the slit of your dress giving way to his large hand. You honestly really loved seeing his tattooed hand against your skin; it was attractive in many ways you couldn't explain. You donned a simple, satin black camisole dress with a cowl neck and slit to accentuate your legs. Jungkook wore a black turtleneck, slacks and a long blazer-like coat with black Chelsea boots.

If people were to see you together on the streets, you definitely would have looked like a serious couple who had been dating for years.

"Y/N!" Ryujin squeals as she runs [waddles] at you full throttle, heels on and all. She grips you into a tight hug, before smiling down at you and quickly observing your neck just to make sure. No, bitch. The hickeys are still gone! When she's satisfied with what she sees, she turns her attention towards Jungkook. "Jungkook! Wow you both are so fucking hot, it's insane." She grips onto his arms as she looks at up and down before pulling him into a hug.

"Definitely all Y/N, but thank you." He laughs as you both follow her. As you had entered the huge hall with high ceilings and old-fashioned chandeliers hanging, you caught a glimpse of Jimin and Taehyung in their suits. Boy, did your friends and Jungkook look fine as fuck tonight.

"Woah, you two." You hug Jimin and Taehyung before tugging on their blazers and fixing their cuffs.

"Like what you see?" Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, making you shake your head. At this point, you've really run out of responses to clap back at him with. He came up with something new every time. "What's up, Jungkook?" Taehyung gently pushes you aside to casually greet Jungkook, along with Jimin.

"Dude, this charity event is way too fancy." Jimin laughed. "Majority of the people here are like, over 60 years old."

"Just wait, maybe more people from our class will show up." You chuckle. "It's for a good cause, I'm sure there's more people on the list than we think."

"Or maybe now, the party will finally start since Dj D-Sharp is setting up." Ryujin points to the DJ setting up his gear at the front of the hall.

"Fuck, finally." Jimin says, downing the champagne in his hand. You look at him, eyebrow raised because one, what kind of day did this dude have to be drinking like that? And two, he always drank alcohol like it was water, gulping it down in one motion. The fuck? "What?"

"What happened?" You chuckled, Jungkook's arm snaking around your waist as he talked to Ryujin and Tae next to you. He didn't seem too shy around them. Either that, or he just meshed well with your friends.

"Honestly, I'm just trying to feel good so I can call someone over to fuck." Your eyes widen. He was definitely allowed to drink more tonight, being that Taehyung offered to drive. Very unlike Jimin, but to each their own!

"Ohhhh, like that? Okay. Well, let's get you there then." You slowly nod in agreement. Remember, you always support your friends! [except Taehyung because that fool is dumb sometimes and he needed to deal with his own consequences] But especially Jimin; He needs some fun! You excuse yourself to get more alcohol with Jimin at the bar, Dj D-Sharp already starting to spin some ratchet, oakland-ish music even if the crowd was looking the way it was.

"You and Jungkook look nice together, Y/N." He says, clinking his glass against yours. "Seriously. He looks like a good guy." You smile toothlessly.

"Yeah, he is." No lie, Jungkook really was. Too good, almost. Every little thing he did made you feel guilty.

"One more? Should hold me out for awhile." You roll your eyes cause he was sure as hell lying, but you take the shot anyways. By the time you two are done making sour faces and sucking on limes, you begin to make your way back towards your date and friends.

And Seokjin and Grace, apparently?

You deadass almost stop in your tracks, noticing Jungkook speaking to Jin and hugging Grace tightly. The room feels like a sauna, and your throat feels like it's closing in on itself. This was the first time you were seeing her in person, and honestly, she was cute as hell. Suddenly, the guilt goes away and you feel.. bold. You want to tease Jin and you want him to want you, even given the circumstances we're in right now. You wanted him to want you so bad that he couldn't take it anymore.

"Bitch—" Ryujin places another shot glass in your hand. "I know you need this more than I do." You take it to the neck with ease like you weren't just making sour faces with Jimin minutes ago and place the empty glass on the table next to you. "I thought he wasn't coming!"

"I thought so too!"

"Oh, here! This is my date, Y/N." Jungkook happily swoops you by the waist and brings you forward to meet Grace.

"Uh, hi." You tuck a strand behind your ear, quickly glancing at Jin who is awkwardly standing there with his hands in his pockets. He simply looks at you, his hair swept and lightly gelled to the sides like it usually is and exposing his forehead; god, is he purely fuckable right now. Grace quickly catches the awkward look, but brushes it off and beams a big smile before opening her arms.

"Oh my god, she's so pretty Gookie!" She pulls you into a hug and you're internally screaming right now because what the fuck is even going on?! "Hi, I'm Grace. Jin's fiancé." She smiles from ear to ear.

"Mmm, yeah. I've heard a lot about you" You flash a toothless smile and nod. "Or a little." You clear your throat and mumble under your breath, shooting Jin another look. Ryujin is secretly pinching your back from behind for the unnecessary comment. Luckily, Grace doesn't hear the last statement, and giggles it off before swinging her arm around Jin's waist and placing her other hand against his chest. You hear Taehyung clear his throat behind you to break the awkward silence, so you shake your head and step aside for them to come into view. "This is Ryujin, Jimin and Taehyung." They all wave at her sweetly.

"Nice to meet you." Ryujin smiles before turning to your group. "Food, anyone? Looks like they set the trays of finger food down." She points to the table off towards the wall. Grace and Jin follow behind your group, Jungkook separating you from each other. Jin looks down to see Jungkook holding your hand tightly before his entire arm snakes up around your shoulders. He watches from behind as Jungkook feeds you with a small finger sandwich, you both laughing and smiling at each other.

Yeah, he shouldn't have come. Not if he was going to see this all night. But Grace had insisted being that she was finally home early for once.

You and Jungkook make your way to the dance floor to dance and keep it PG for the older audience around you. You still had fun, nonetheless, comfortably dancing and singing along to the songs with Jungkook. Occasionally, he'd wrap his arm around your neck as you both bounced to the beat and recited lyrics. You had fun with Jungkook. He was definitely into a lot of the same things you were, especially music-wise. It was easy to vibe with him. But the thing that separates him from Jin is the chase, the high of doing something so wrong but actually having it feel so goddamn right. Jungkook was like being served on a silver platter - prim and proper, easy.

For a minute, you're dancing with your friends, while Jungkook is dancing with Grace and Jin in front of your group. You figured you could start teasing Jin a bit more, playing this little game he absolutely couldn't stand. You smirk at Ryujin, who furrows her brows at you, confused at what you're trying to hint at here. Jimin and Taehyung are drunkily dancing, too busy woo'ing old ladies and buying alcohol for new friends they've been meeting.

You snake your arms around Jungkook, tugging him back towards you. He smiles as he turns and is now wrapping his arms around you. You both are slightly bouncing to the beat of the song while he looks down at you.

"What's up, pretty lady?" You pout.

"I just want a kiss."

"I think I can help with that." You tug onto the sides of his coat, tippy-toeing up to plant a good, soft kiss on his lips.

"I know she isn't right now." Ryujin says to herself, keeping her gaze on you as she dances awkwardly off beat since she's too busy watching you. She was 100% fully aware of what you were doing; You didn't need to tell her twice.

"Jeez, what happened? You're normally a good dancer." Taehyung says getting in her view, causing her to shove him aside.

"Out of my face!" She groans.

Jin occasionally glanced at you and Jungkook every time Grace had been looking away, feeling completely bothered. He caught you staring back at him with a small smirk over Jungkook's shoulder when he came down to envelope you in his long arms. He wasn't trying to play with you right now, and if he could, he'd probably take your ass to the car and fuck you senseless in that dress.

"Why are you being so cute?" Jungkook chuckles as he turns you around so he can hug you from behind and place kisses on your temple, you both now facing toward Jin and Grace.

"Just wanted a little attention." He sneaks a kiss onto your neck, causing you to close your eyes at the feeling of his lips against the surface of your skin. Suddenly, you feel the urge to head to the bathroom, the alcohol begging to be released from your body. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom really quickly."

"Want me to come with and wait for you?" You shook your head and pointed to your friends.

"I'll be good. Make sure you watch these drunkies, though." He nods and joins your friends on the dance floor. You actually really need to fucking pee, and the restroom inside the hall is out of service, leaving one stall available and a long line to accompany it. So, you exit the hall and turn to head towards the student center, where the bathrooms were located just around the corner. You felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders when you broke the seal, making you sigh contently as you flush the toilet and wash up in front of the mirrors. As you're happily making your way back, you feel hands grip your wrist and pull you under a dimly lit corner by the bathroom, completely isolated and almost eerie.

This was it. This is where your life comes to an end—

"Y/N." You hear Jin's voice breathily call your name.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Talking to you." His face slightly comes under the only small, weak light plastered on the building wall. "What does it look like?" You feel yourself getting weak, examining the sharp features on his face - his lips and how plump they are, his jaw, his eyes.

"I didn't know you were coming." You say softly.

"I didn't either." He pulls you closer to him, the both of you now in the dark and away from the dim light. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm not doing anything to you." You feel his hand come down to the small of your back as he gently presses you against him.

"You know what you're doing." He says, almost at a whisper, sending chills down your spine. "You look beautiful tonight."

"You don't look too bad yourself, Kim."

"Your dress—" He leans forward to whisper in your ear. "Your dress makes me want to do so many things to you." You let out a breath, your pussy throbbing at the way he's speaking to you.

"We should get back before anyone realizes we've been gone for too long." You say lowly, your lips only inches away from his.

"Yeah, we should." He responds, but his lips are only getting closer to yours and you do nothing to stop it. You return the kiss, your hands gripping at his blazer as you bring him closer. The only sounds filling the air are the wet, slow kisses being exchanged between you and Seokjin.

"Jin, stop. No." You gently push him away, your hands pressed against his chest. "Don't. Not here." You look at him before walking off.

Fuck.

Even if your ass went home with Jungkook tonight, you couldn't even see yourself fucking him because of Seokjin solely. You were too caught up and that was the fucking truth. There was no way you were unraveling from his finger. He had you wrapped tightly and you had no intention of even trying to let that shit go.

That's the tea. The honest tea.

"What happened?" Jungkook comes to you, feeling how cold your skin is as he rubs his hands down your arms.

"Had to take a detour." You nodded towards the line at the hall bathroom.

"Shit, sorry babygirl. You should have used my jacket."

"I'm okay. Thank you." You smile, gently squeezing his hand before making your way to your friends. Sooner or later, all of you decide to call it a night being that the crowd is slowly dying and you've all had your fill. Jungkook says bye to Jin and Grace, with you following. Jin keeps his eyes on you, even as you're walking away and out of the hall.

He really hopes you aren't staying with Jungkook tonight.

And, you're not. Jungkook simply drives you home and walks you up to your apartment like he usually does. He gives you a peck on the lips outside of your door before he's able to finally pull away from the hug he has you in and wish you goodnight. You had fun, and it gave you butterflies thinking about tonight. But you weren't exactly thinking about your friends and Jungkook and all that cute shit; you were thinking about how you succeeded, with Jin pulling you aside to lay some kisses on you even with the environment you two were in. Risky shit. Risky business. You fucking loved it.

You decide to pick yourself up out of the long, steamy, hot bath you soaked yourself in for the past 30 minutes or hour, you aren't even sure anymore. Your body felt relaxed and you felt like you could go to sleep peacefully. You lathered your body in some lotion, happily slipping your naked body under the covers. Sometimes, you just needed to do this every once in awhile. Show some love to your body, let it free. Your duvet covers felt nice against your skin, with you sinking in deeper until the comforter hugged every inch of your body.

As you were about to go to sleep, your phone flashed an incoming call across the screen. An incoming call you almost expected after tonight.

"Hello?"

"Hey." Jin's voice is deep and husky on the other end, causing you to bite your lip at how awfully sexy he sounds. It instantly reminds you of the way he groans your name. Quite frankly, it's turning you on.

"Why are you calling?"

"Can't sleep."

"I'm assuming Grace is asleep already."

"Yeah, she is." You hear him fiddling in the background, door softly shutting as he makes his way around the house and out to his car. Jin sits in the driver's seat just so he can talk to you without having to quiet himself down. Truthfully, he just wanted to hear your voice. "Did you enjoy tonight?"

"Yeah, it was enjoyable at best. Did you?"

"Besides the fact that I had to watch Kook be all up on you, I guess it was alright."

"Jealousy honestly looks good on you." You joke.

"It's not funny, Y/N."

"Boohoo." You sarcastically respond, chuckling.

"Yeah, keep it up. What are you doing?" You bit your bottom lip, excited to get him started again.

"I'm in bed. Naked."

"Mmm." He breathily responds. "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't tell me these things."

"But I am. Why would I hide it? You've seen me naked."

"That doesn't help anything." You're honestly feeling yourself right now, and you're pretty fucking horny hearing his voice alone. You wanted him badly, but you couldn't have him. You just wanted to feel him after tonight, be in his arms, have him tug on your hair - all that good good. Teasing was the next best thing you could do, an added bonus if he could make you cum over the phone.

"Jin." You say softly.

"Mhm?"

"I want you." It's silent for a moment before he sighs and lightly groans.

"Y/N, god. Please don't."

"I wish you could fuck me right now." You hear him mumble a quick 'fuck' before he's sighing again.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"What would you do if I said yes?"

"Let me hear you." You bite your bottom lip as you're actually moving your fingers in circular motions on your clit, a heel planted on the bed to give yourself more room. You moan into the phone, Jin staying completely quiet on the other end. You weren't sure if he was joining along, but whatever, fuck it. You were just worried about cumming at this point, whether he came with you or not.

"I want you to fuck me so bad. I want you to—mmmmfff." You lightly moan. "I want you to fill me up, and fuck me from behind. And pull on my hair like you do."

"Fuck, Y/N." He breathes as he begins to palm himself. "I swear I'm gonna fuck you so good the next time I can have you to myself." You start to insert a digit into your wet pussy, the sounds filling the air. You had shut your eyes, imagining that Jin was there the entire time with his plump lips pressed against your clit, causing you to moan loudly once more into the phone. The sounds of your wetness against your fingers loudly fills the room, you're sure Jin can hear it.

"Can you hear how wet you make me?"

"You're so fucking hot." He softly groans. "Wanna feel you so bad." You start to pick up the pace with your fingers, alternating between pumping them in and spreading your wetness out on your folds before rubbing on your clit.

"Wanna feel you deep inside of me, hitting my spot." You whine. "God, I'm gonna cum just thinking about it."

"Yeah?" You feel yourself getting close, only moments away before you tip and hurl over the edge. "Cum for me, baby. I wanna hear you." Jin is so fucking turned on right now just hearing you, and it's taking everything in him not to drive off and head to your place. He will literally blow his load right into his boxer briefs with the way you're talking and moaning for him. He quietly sits as he continues to palm and slowly jerk himself off in the car, listening to the way you're moaning loudly over the phone, calling his name along with cuss words trailing. He tilts his head back in pleasure, his eyes shut as he listens to your tone increase, signaling that you were about to cum.

"Ughhhhhgggfuck." You say as you let your body tremble freely, aftershocks rippling through your body as you release your fingers.

"Fuck." You hear Jin groan. "Thanks, now I have to clean myself up."

"You're welcome."

"I wanna see you soon."

"I don't know how you're going to make that happen."

"I'll find a way, I always do. Will you let me come see you?"

"Yeah." Is all you say, because you do want to see him. You do want to be with him and you do want to be in his arms.

"Okay." It's silent for a minute before he chimes in again. "I'll let you get some sleep, I need to get back inside anyways."

"Mmmkay." You hum.

"Night, pretty girl."

"Goodnight to you too, Jin." You sit your phone back onto your night stand before getting up to wash yourself up once again. At this point, you weren't even sure of your own feelings. Did you just enjoy fucking Seokjin because of the thrill and all the risks? Or, were you actually falling for him? There were so many things that you didn't entertain with Jungkook or other men because you couldn't see it being anyone else other than Jin. You wanted him to hold you, you wanted him to cater to you, you wanted him. But you always had to come to terms with the painful truth.

[tortleofwar]

Jethroe

Jethroe sat at the bar sipping his Crown Royal as tears rolled down his face and splashed on the counter.  You would think that was what drew the crowd's attention but that was just the beginning.  He wore a dark grey tuxedo with a sky blue tie and pocket square.  His rhinestone shoes bounced the light around as if it were a disco ball.  The bartender had served him three drinks so far and heard his story.

Although Jethroe slapped money on the counter he refused to take it.  A few tears rolled down his face as he listened to Jethroe’s story.  Any guy or floozy trying to bum a drink was shooed away.  Until a medium sized lady approached Jethroe.  She was wearing a sky blue dress and wore grey heels.  The dress had a slit which showed off her toned legs.  An anklet dangled as she strode over to him.

“Please cut him off.  I can’t have him going home like this,” she demanded as she pushed Jethroe’s glass away from him.  She turned to face him.  “What are you doing here?  Everyone is searching for you.”

“I bought a room here Mrs. Hellen.  We were supposed to consummate the marriage right upstairs.”  Jethroe reached for his glass and got his hand slapped away.  “Can’t consummate something that didn’t happen.”

“You’re pathetic.  Is this how you respond to hard times?  Drowning your sorrows instead of fighting for your love?”  She was attempting to drag Jethroe out of the bar to have this conversation.  But his heavier frame prevented that.

Jethroe held up his other hand for another drink.  He grimaced when one wasn’t offered.  Now his attention was focused on Mrs. Helen.

“You’re daughter left me.  At the alter.  As she ran away with some guy that just landed in town.  And you expect me to buck up and go after her?”  With each word his anger grew.  The barkeep slid closer in case he needed to restrain Jethroe.

Helen dismissed him with a hand and moved closer to Jethroe.  She lowered her voice and began to whisper in his ear.  “Please.  Let’s go upstairs and talk about this.  Your personal business doesn’t need to become this town’s next headline in the gossip column.”

Jethroe looked down into her clear blue eyes and tears welled up again.  Despite his feelings he lowered himself from the bar and clung to her.  Jethroe’s head spun as he stumbled with the tiny Helen around his waist.

“Miss.”  A hotel bellhop caught her and handed her a room key.  “He gave that to the barkeep to make sure he made it back to his room.”

“Would you mind giving me a hand?” Helen asked as she attempted to grab the key.

He scooped Jethroe’s arm over his shoulders and helped him meander towards the elevator.  The room was on the tenth floor.  As they walked down the hall Helen admired the beauty she ignored earlier.  This had to have cost a pretty penny.  But her daughter had told her Jethroe didn’t have much money.  Something wasn’t adding up.

Helen opened the door and had the bellhop lay Jethroe on the bed.  He stood in the doorway rocking back and forth with expectation.  Helen huffed as she rolled her eyes.  It soon became apparent her purse was empty.  She rushed over to Jethroe and checked in his pockets.

As her hands fumbled around inside his pockets she grazed his cock and she felt it harden.  Finding the money she snatched her hand out and walked to the door.  She counted it out as she walked to the bellhop.  Helen froze midway as she realized what was in her hands.  There were five $100 bills and a stack of $20 that added up to $500.  If $1000 were in his pockets how much was in his bank account?  She pulled out a $20 and handed it to the bellhop as she shooed him away.  As she strode back to the bed, conflict stormed within her.  Jethroe had an impressive package but this was borderline rape.  Aside from that he was supposed to have married her god-daughter that afternoon. But she had arrived in town with every intention to play.

She crossed the room and sat Jethroe up after an extended struggle.  Helen began to undress the abandoned groom.  There was no way the rental place would accept this back if something were to happen to it.  She giggled as she removed his shoes.  Nobody was ready for the blinding reflection of the sun as he danced down the aisle.  She ignored the route this memory would take and began talking Jethroe through everything she was doing.  He still possessed enough motor skills to move which helped to undress him.

Helen collapsed in the chair with a loud huff.  With Jethroe lying on the bed she was finally able to look around the room.  The room was huge with a high ceiling.  A chandelier with ornate decorations hung in the center of the room.  A set of large double doors separated the bedroom from the living space.  A plaid pull out couch sat between two beautiful dracaenas.  Placed in the center of the living area was a circular glass table.

Helen could see the city skyline outside of the glass doors.  It was breathtaking.  She rose and crossed the room and discovered they led to a balcony.  Her mind flashed back to her honeymoon weekend.  Theodore had bought a room that looked out over the ocean.  Each night he fucked Helen as the sun set over the horizon.  Her body instantly reacted to the memory.  Her legs trembled as her womanhood began to moisten.

Helen shook the memory from her head and continued to look out on the horizon.  She was so caught up in the moment she didn’t hear Jethroe approach her from behind.  A muffled yelp was let out as he wrapped his arms around her waist and took a deep breath.

“Persephone,” Jethroe breathed out.  His arms tightened as he gave her a playful squeeze.  “I knew you’d be back.  I knew you hadn’t left me.”

Helen was too shocked to say anything.  Thed hadn’t held her like this in years.  She felt safe and secure in Jethroe’s arms as he swayed back and forth with her.  Afraid that he would react wrongly if she revealed herself she remained silent.

“You don’t have to say a word.  As long as you are back with me, I promise to do better and never make you feel neglected again.”

Jethroe pushed her brown hair to the side and nuzzled his face in her neck.  He began to kiss and lick Helen mistaking her for Persephone.  One of Jethroe’s hands slid up Helen’s stomach and cupped her right breast fondling it as he pulled Helen closer.  She moaned and squirmed as this boy 20 years younger than her made her feel things she hadn’t felt in decades.

Jethroe continued to squeeze and caress who he thought was Persephone.  Enjoying the noises and reactions he was getting from her.  She hadn’t been this animated when they made out in years.  As Jethroe caught the zipper to her dress in his teeth he gave a hard squeeze on her breasts.  Helen’s legs slammed together as she fought off a tiny orgasm caused by this rough and unfamiliar foreplay.  Jethroe undid the zipper and turned Helen around.  Without looking up he kissed his way to her pussy.  Licking and nibbling as he worked his way up.

Helen put her hands on his head to keep him from going up.  Try as she might, Jethroe’s misplaced passion weakened her knees and chipped away at her resolve to stop him.  Her arms felt like jelly as Helen went from pushing his head down to playing with Jethroe’s hair as he ventured up her legs.  With her ass pressed against the cool glass Helen tossed her head back and searched for a shooting star.

As Jethroe approached her pussy Helen’s body trembled with expectation.  His warm, slick tongue traced the outer lips of her vagina. Jethroe’s strong hands gripping the back of her thighs to press his face deeper into her sex.  Helen twisted her fingers into Jethroe’s tiny locks as an orgasm ripped through her body.  As her body trembled and legs gave way, Helens cursed and thanked the gods Herbert had given her permission to play today.  Jethroe’s skills far surpassed his age.

Now Jethroe kissed his way up the front of Helen’s body as his hands kneaded Helen’s ass.  Still reeling from that massive orgasm Helen’s legs were giving out.  Herb hadn’t done anything close to this since Persephone was born.  Her mind returned swiftly when Jethroe caught one of her nipples in his mouth and bit down sharply.  The jolt of pain returning her to her senses but also causing her to dance in the palm of his  hand.

Her pussy wet with anticipation she began grinding the air as he worked his way up to kiss her for the first time.  It was deep, forceful and full of passion.  The warmth from the kiss caused her to melt even more as Helen gave herself completely to Jethroe.  Arms tangled, tongues wrestling, the two lovers gave in to their base desires to physical enjoyment.  Helen broke the kiss and  untied her hair allowing it to fall to the middle of her back still curled from being tied.

Jethroe spun her to once again face the city as he lined up his dick to her pussy. A tinge of fear crossed Helen’s mind as she did not know if it was a safe time for her or not. However, Jethroe’s tweaking of her nipples replaced that with a desire to feel filled. As she pushed back to feel him enter her he pulled away.

“Be patient, my pet.”  Jethroe thrust forward allowing his crown to hit the engorged clit of Helen.  His entire length stimulating her.  A new fear entered Helen’s mind.  Jethroe was almost twice Herb’s size and much thicker.  How would she handle this?  Would Herbert feel the same after this?

Another thrust and Helen was almost brought to her knees.  A strong arm caught her waist and she felt a tug on her hair.  Jethroe was in complete control and there was no way to escape.  Not that she’d wanted to.  Pulling harder, Jethroe brought Helen’s face to his and planted another kiss square on her lips.  Her wiggling hips made him chuckle.  The deep rumble that emitted from his chest made her wetter.

Jethroe lined his cock up once again and allowed Helen to wiggle and push the tip into her pussy.  Helen’s eye’s shot open as the realization hit.  How did her daughter take all of this and not walk funny?  Jethroe was going to destroy her pussy and leave nothing for Herb to enjoy.  Slowly Jethroe worked his dick into Helen by moving his hips in slow circles. Opening her up little by little.

“I know this is our first time.  So I’m going to take it slow.  But once you start pushing back, I’m not holding back,” Jethroe growled in Helen’s ear.  He pulled her hair so she was staring into the star lit sky and nibbled on her earlobe.  Fondling her breast as he toyed with her nipple.  Helen was able to relax knowing she wasn’t going to get pounded until she was ready.

As she relaxed her hips pushed back and a bit more of Jethroe’s penis slid into her tight vagina.  Jethroe’s hands quickly snapped to her waist as he plunged forward.  In one swift motion he was buried to the base in Helen.  Her breath caught in her throat as her head snapped back and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.  For a brief moment Helen felt as if she was going to explode.  Had she not relaxed before this she may have passed out from pain.

Jethroe began to grind his hips into Helen’s ass allowing her to adjust to his size.  A moment of impatience made him jump the gun.  But waiting so long to have his dream girl was torture.  Always within his reach but never within his bed.  Tonight was the night.  She was here, smelling sweet, body squeezable and fluffy, moaning softly as he dug himself deep into her love.

Helen’s face was frozen as her body shook violently with an orgasm. Jethroe’s hips gyrated pushing him ever so slightly deeper.  As Helen returned to her body she could feel Jethtoe start to pump in and out of her at a slow steady pace.  With each stroke she was adjusting but felt less and less of him inside of her.  On the final stroke his crown almost came out. Her lips squeezing to prevent him slipping out.  A loud smack was drowned out by the traffic below as Jethroe plunged in deep yet again.  Helen could feel her wetness flow down her inner thigh and down her legs.

She closed her eyes hoping he wouldn’t think she just relieved herself on him.  To her delight it seemed as if he didn’t notice, as Jethroe pulled out slowly and plunged in again.  With each thrust Helen began to forget that her daughter was supposed to have married this man hours ago.  Jethroe had reached places no man had tread in nearly two decades.  As her mind gave way her body began to respond honestly to Jethroe’s touch and body.

Helen began grinding against Jethroe’s hips, slowly building up another orgasm.  Just as she was about to go over the edge, he pulled out.  Helen’s look of surprise turned to one of joy as she felt a hot liquid splatter onto her ass and lower back.  Jethroe had let out enough cum that it dribbled down her legs. An exhausted Jethroe stepped back to enjoy his work as he gasped for air.

Helen wiggled her ass to give him a show and hurry the process of cum running down her legs.  She reached around rubbing the milky substance into her skin.  Jethroe’s inebriation was beginning to fade as he looked up.  Persephone’s frame seemed smaller.  It was just as shapely but the size seemed off.  Jethroe’s eyes trailed up what he thought to be Persephone’s body ticking off differences. Toned legs, but they aren’t as thick as before.  Her ass is still fat but hips seem wider.  Breast bigger but hanging a little lower.

If he didn’t know better, Jethroe would swear he had just fucked his former mother-in-law.  Bouncing brown curls hung to the middle of her back and realization dawned on Jethroe.  His eyes darted from the naked body in front of him and his dick.  There was no way that he could have done what he thinks happened.  But the shock turned into fear and dismay as Helen turned to reveal her flushed and sweaty face.

“By now I’m sure you’re aware of what just happened.”  She brought her finger to her lips and sucked the cum off of it.  “Once the fear drains away feel free to join me in the bed.”

Helen sauntered by Jethroe as she fondled her breast and tweaked her nipples.  Lust filled eyes staring at the dick that had just fulfilled her wants.  Helen’s hand absentmindedly trailed down to her pussy so she could spread them for Jethroe to see.

“She will be waiting.”

Alone and shaking from discovery, Jethroe calmed his beating heart and collected his breath.  What was done couldn’t be undone.  His dick twitched at the idea of a follow up performance.  Even though he had been drunk, Helen was in her right mind and did nothing to stop it.  He turned his head and found Helen lying on the bed staring at him.  She licked her lips and winked, beckoning him to join her.  With a shrug Jethroe rose and walked to the bed, his blood flowing and hardening his dick.

“Is this alright for us to do?”  Jethroe stood at the edge of the bed.  His dick now pointing straight at Helen’s mouth.  “Your husband could kill me or divorce you.”

Helen rolled onto her back and kicked up her right leg to reveal the anklet.  “He gave me his blessing to play tonight.  There weren’t any restrictions.  But he does want to hear who made me happy and how they did it.”

She placed a playfully kiss on the underside of Jethroe’s dick.  It jumped in response while he tensed up.  Soon her tongue lapped at his dick followed by more kisses trailing it up and down.  Jethroe reached out to play with Helen’s breast as he moved his hips in circles.  Helen reached a hand up to stroke Jethroe and get him harder.

“If you give me one more good show, I’ll call up Herbert and have the wedding taken care of.”  Helen opened her mouth to take Jethroe in.  A low moan escaped as her warm mouth engulfed his cock.  Helen flicked her tongue playfully Jethroe’s tip as her hand slid up his leg to massage his balls.  For balance Jethroe reached for the posts.  Unconsciously he began rolling his hips pulling back when Helen squeezed a little too hard on his sack.

“Fuck,” Jethroe whispered as Helen popped his fully erect cock out of her mouth and planted gentle kisses on it.  “You are amazing.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”  Helen shifted onto her back and wagged a finger to coax Jethroe onto the bed.  He did as requested and began kissing up Helen’s leg.  At her erogenous spots he would linger and apply some tongue.  Watching her body, he would move on once her shivering calmed down.  With each stop, a mini orgasm was reached.  Jethroe made his way to Helen’s pussy.  This time sober and fully aware of what he was doing, he licked the wet folds and nibbled at her labia.

“Please Jethroe,” Helen breathed heavily.  “I need this more than you know.”

As his lips clamped down on Helens clit, Jethroe snaked a hand up her thigh.  Two fingers expertly slipped inside of her and curled up to massage the roof of her vagina.  Helen’s eyes shot open as her back arched wildly.  Her breath hitched in her throat as Jethroe’s tongue lashed at her clit eradictly and his fingers strumbed inside of her.  Helen’s legs locked as her orgasm reached peak. In the midst of her climax Jethroe released his mouth from Helen’s coochie.

A stream of fluid followed him as he backed away.  His eyes traced up Helen’s body as Jethroe admired the mature beauty of this woman.  He frowned as his eyes were blocked from Helen’s due to her hands hiding her face.  Jethroe slowly pried her fingers away and kissed her deeply.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your body is just letting me know how much you are enjoying this, me.”  Jethroe kissed Helen again as he lined up his cock to her slit.  “Now I need you to want it as bad as your body needs this.”

Jethroe teased her opening, rotating his hips in small circles. Helen began to thrust her hips to meet Jethroe’s downward rotation forcing more of him into herself little by little.  Her moans of desire blended perfectly with Jethroe’s grunts of pleasure.

[pjsblogs-dc]

Past Meeting, Future Love

Past!Bruce + Reader X Bruce

Summary:

Hit with an experimental gun you are sent into the past where you are face to face with a younger Bruce and an annoyed Alfred.

~~

Bruce was walking in the garden by himself, needing some alone time when he heard cursing and tree branch breaking. He ran to the source to find you (in your super suit) laying on the ground.

“Hey, can you join the team some weird things have been going on in Gotham and I could use a second set of eye,” you said in a mock male voice before you answered yourself in your normal voice.

“Of course, why wouldn’t. Anything for you,” you said and then sign as you sit up and start cursing, causing Bruce to giggle at your language and your crazy clothes. That caused you to look up.

“Haha very funning tiny Wayne, get out here and help me up,” you said which surprised him.

How did you know him when he didn’t know you?

“Get over here before I tell your father!” you yelled causing Bruce to jump from his hiding spot.

“My father is not here,” Bruce said causing you to smile.

“I know that, and you know that but I just wanted you to get out of your hiding space. Come on Wayne help me up, I think your father’s experimental stun gun needs to become just as broken as my leg right now,” you said with a smile at Bruce. Bruce started to walk towards you and helped you up but you also seemed to have broken ribs as well making it super hard to get you to stand up. When Bruce finally got you standing you have said all the curse words in about three languages and was about halfway through the fourth.

“Listen here, Little Wayne, “ you said as the two of you started to walk back to the manor “We are not going to talk about the whole me fall out of the sky and cursing out everything to Alfred. He will murder your father then me.“

“I don’t think that will happen,” Bruce said “Seeing how my father is dead, about you-“

“WHAT!” you shouted which caused Bruce to let go of you causing you to fall on your bad leg.

“Oh my Gosh. I am so sorry!” Bruce said trying to help you back up but you stopped him with your hand.

“What year is it?“

“1992“

“God I think I need to add concussion to the list of injuries, for a second I thought you said 1992,” you said smiling at Bruce but it started to fade as you saw that Bruce’s faced didn’t change.

“It is before the turn of the century?” you asked him “Like gang and mob fights every week. Like Falcon and Maroni.“

“Well Maroni is dead and Falcon has left. Cobblepot is in charge.” Bruce said, “Anyone from Gotham knows that.“

“You are right, “ You said, “Anyone from Gotham in 1992 would know that a person from 2019 Gotham would forget that the idiot Cobblepot was in charge before he was locked away.“

“You are from 2019?” Bruce said.

“Yes, Baby Bruce,” you said grabbing his hand “Can we go find Alfred now?“

~~~

Alfred didn’t believe your story and you respect that about him, but Lucius had other ideas.

“So you about 30 years in the future, “ He said “What is it like? Do have flying cars?“

“Mr. Fox, I respect your drive for knowledge but even you should know that I can’t answer your question without screwing up the future timeline,” you said with a smile as Alfred treated your leg. Just then Alfred nicked your leg and you gasped.

“Mr. Fox, can you get this Future Miss an ice pack, “ he said coolly.

“What? Oh! Yes. Of course“ he said and rushed out of the run and Alfred turned on you.

“I don’t want any of this wreck the future timeline, crap“ he whispered, “Who the hell are you and how do you know Master Bruce?“

“Ummm . . .well. . . You aren’t going to like this“ you said looking at your leg “I’m Bruce’s girlfriend in the future and we met in a bar fight in which I punch him and give him a black eye.“

“Get out of my house.“

“What?“

“You are lying to everyone's face, “ Aflred said “for all, I know you could be another assassin sent to kill Master Bruce“

“I would never hurt Bruce, “ you said

“You give him a black eye!“

“Because he got in my way.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Alfred said, “Leave now.“

“I am staying,“ you said moving to stand, even with your broken leg and ribs and looked him in the eye.

“I need you, Bruce and Mr. Fox to go home, “ you said, “And if future Bruce shoots the bad we were fighting, you need me to protect Bruce.“

“If you agree never to be alone with Bruce.“

“Great!” you said, “As long as you stay in the room with me if Fox is in the room.“

“Fine”

~~~

For the next few weeks, you have been eating and sleeping in the pre “Bat Cave” bat cave with only a few computers and weapons. You watched Bruce train with Alfred and Mr. Fox playing with a machine that could-maybe-I-don’t-know sent you back to the right time or kill you.

But you didn’t care.

You missed the team and the Wayne boys. Watching Bruce and Alfred fake fight reminded you of Damian and Bruce training if Bruce had more gray hair.

“I think it is time for a break Master Bruce,” said Alfred and you could n’t help but smile at the words that came out next.

“But Alfred I was getting so good“

“Oh my gosh“ you whispered to yourself.

“What?” the two boys said turning to you. You pause for a moment and then told them what you were thinking.

“In the future, you. . .have a son that looks just like you and is as winning as you“ you said, “And Alfred always says that you acted that way and just never believe it until now.“

“I have a son?“ Bruce said with a smile “Do I have a daughter? How big is my family? Do I marry someone-“

Bruce was cut off by Mr. Fox who said

“I am Done! This should work.“

“Sweet, “ you said, “We should test it on something before we sent me to the right time.“

“Well I think that is our cue to leave Master Bruce“

“I don’t want to Alfred, “ Bruce said with a smile “I want to watch history in the making.“

Alfred signed.

“Oookay, “ you said looking around to find something to test “How about this bullet prove suit?“

As you said that both you and Bruce moved you grab it and Mr. Fox turned the ray on it, shooting both you and Bruce along with the vest.

But the two of you didn’t understand that until you were standing in Bruce’s study.

Well . . .your Bruce’s study.

How did you know?

Because your Bruce was sitting at the desk talking Alfred with much more gray hair. You looked at baby Bruce but your Bruce caught your attention.

“Y/N!” Bruce said jumping up and hug you “God! I have missed you so much since the-“

You stopped him with your finger to his lip.

“I have worked so hard not to fuck with the timeline that I am not going to let you do it with only minutes left.”

“What do you m-“

“Bruce Wayne met Bruce Wayne.” you said as you walked over to the desk and grab the phone “Mr. Fox. Hi, this is Y/N. You still have the time machine that we used to send me to the right time when I fell back into the past. Hmm. . . .Great because we need it to sent baby Bruce back to the right time. So please come to The Manor as fast as you can. I don’t trust the boys and Baby Bruce in the same house.“

“Stop calling me Baby Bruce, “ said past Bruce.

“Y/N will do whatever she wants,” Bruce said to himself “There is literally nothing you can do to stop her.“

“Can you remember that both of you?“ you said sassy “Because in the future it ‘for your own safety’ this and ‘the supers life is a hard life’ that. It is very annoying.“

“But we can as you said ‘fuck with the timeline’.“ Bruce said with a smile.

You were about to say something sassy but there was a loud crash and a lot of cruses words.

“How long have I been gone?“ you asked as you moved to the door.

“About a day.“ Alfred said. You swang the door open.

“Knock it off!“ you yelled, “If you can’t shut it off or turn it down, I will walk up there and murder you!“

“Sorry mom“ you heard the Wayne Gang say as you closed the door.

“Sorry about Baby Bruce. Your kids are loud and annoying at times.“

“Umm . .  their your kids too, “ Bruce said with a smile.

“Haha. I didn’t adopt slash make them. Your kids.“ You said with an air of smug “ Plus I don’t see a ring on this finger so100% your problem.”

“Well that may change soon, “ Bruce said with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes.

Just then the doorbell rang and Alfred and you left to get Mr. Fox, leaving the Bruces alone.

“Do we ever find out what happens to mom and dad?“ asked Baby Bruce.

“No“ Bruce said “But you need to still quest to find it. That quest leads you to find friends and family.“

“And Y/N“

“Yes, “ Bruce said “And Y/N is the most important thing in my life, I mean our life. So don’t fuck this up because of the things you have heard today or heard Y/N say in the last few days.“

“Did I really met her in a Bar Fight?“

“Yes, “ You said walking in with Mr. Fox and Alfred ” And you were not supposed to learn that!“

“I was listening to you and Alfred talk about it with Mr. Fox“

“What!“ you and Aflred said turning to Mr. Fox, who turns red and said,

“Better get you back to the right time“

The shots Baby Bruce back to the past, which freaks you out.

“Lucius!“ you yelled, “You said you would test before shooting him.“

“Don’t worry,“ Mr. Fox said, “He is at the right time, because when we shot you the first time Bruce disappeared and showed up five minutes later fill over energy and happiness about the future and didn’t till any of us what was up.”

“What a minute!“ you said turning on Bruce “You knew that you would shoot me with a gun to sent me into the past since our bar fight.“

“Yes and no, “ Bruce said with a smile “I knew I would meet my soulmate in a bar fight, so I got into a lot of bar fights hoping to find you. And even when I did ’find you’ I was not 100% sure until you showed up 5 minutes ago and repeat word for word what you did when past me fell in love with and decide that I was going to get into a lot of bar fights to find you.“

“Much to my protest, I will add, “ said Alfred.

All of which surprised you but most importantly’

“Soulmate?“

Bruce smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, “ he said “My one an only.“

[rocket-remmy]

Panic! At The Gay Club||Remmy and Taylor

Takes place a few nights ago.

It’d officially been a month since Remmy moved to White Crest, and they’d decided it was about time to go out. They’d seen a poster at one of their jobs for a place called Flaming Mo’s, that was supposedly a gay bar, and Sundays were Non-binary nights, so Remmy thought, well, why not give it a shot? They hadn’t been with anyone since....Moose licked Remmy’s hand and they glanced down. They had put protective ear muffs on him so that the loud noise of the club wouldn’t bother him too much, but he was a large dog, and fitting him into this club maybe hadn’t been the best idea. Still...Remmy couldn’t afford to wander around without him yet. They didn’t have their familiar spots set up yet. Only home, which was...way far away. So they were stuffed in the corner, at a small table, with Moose sitting behind them, his neon jacket on so people would know (hopefully) to not bother him. He seemed calm enough, though a bit nervous. That could’ve been because of Remmy’s own nerves, though. They’d tried dating a little when they’d first started healing, but things always felt weird. Different. Remmy had never officially come out, either. They sipped the beer in their hand and glanced around again. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe they should just go. Remmy slid from their chair and tugged on Moose’s lead, turning to head for the door-- 

And running smack into someone, dropping their beer and sending the other persons drink sloshing around as well. “Oh, shit-- I’m so-- I’m so sorry!” Remmy scrambled to help stand them up right, pausing mid sentence when their eyes met. The person was taller than them, but only by a little. Long blonde hair with a side undercut, and rather piercing eyes. “I’m….” Remmy trailed off, their voice suddenly caught in their throat. “Drink? I can get you another drink!”

Taylor, contrary to what most might think given the lifestyle she led, wasn’t much of a club person. Bars? Sure! She’d pound back shots with the best of them. But clubs were too crowded. Too many sweaty people bumping up against each other, listening to music that might get your blood pumping, but had no real meaning behind it. Plus, it got her anxiety spiking big time. So why she found herself at Flaming Mo’s that Sunday night was anyone’s guess, really. She supposed she was just looking for a good time in the form of someone else. To feel a little less lonely for a few hours. Or maybe that was just her drunk mind talking. Besides, she’d been striking out big time so far. She decided she needed some air, and maybe a cigarette, so she started to squeeze through the crowd toward the doors, bringing her drink up to finish it before heading outside. 

A bump to her elbow, however, sent the half a drink spilling all down her face and front, and she stumbled backwards at the shock, losing her footing and landing right on her ass. “Fuck!” she exclaimed. Not at whoever bumped her, but at the pain shooting through her tailbone. Hands reached out to help her and she took them, meeting the gaze of some haunted eyes held in angular features. The worry on their face was almost endearing. “I’m okay, don’t worry. Shit happens,” she said as she stood, grabbing some napkins from a nearby table and wiping the tequila from her jacket. She chuckled and waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, I’m okay, really. I was gonna go out and grab a smoke actually.” She gave them a once over, biting her lip ever so slightly. “You smoke? Wanna join me?”

Remmy’s mouth opened a closed a few times without any sound coming out. They were sure in that instance they’d become mute, too. A ringing in their ear told them that at least they could still hear, but no words were coming out. This wasn’t a bad dream, though, because the cold liquid on their arm sent a chill through them. Or maybe it was the way this person was looking at them. Remmy cleared their throat. Speak. It’d been way too long of a pause. You look weird! Say something, idiot! “It’s yes-- okay. Smoke. I’m-- do. Yes, I mean--” paused, tried to catch the knot that had apparently tied itself into their tongue, “I smoke, yes. I can-- sure. I’ll join you.”

Taylor raised her eyebrows as person in front of her struggled to get their words out. It was honestly kind of cute, and she was patient with them...or her mind was just too hazy from drinking to do much else but wait. “Great!” Taylor finally said as they agreed to join her, and she made her way toward the door, hoping they’d follow. Once the two of them were outside, Taylor instantly lit up, inhaling deeply and letting herself relax as she was finally away from the crowd. “So, what’s your name? I’m Taylor,” she offered, also offering her hand casually for them to shake as she ashed her cigarette with the other. She glanced down at the dog that had followed them out too, her tipsy brain noticing him for the first time.

Remmy just nodded and followed after, tripping over themself a little as they straightened out, clutching Moose’s lead tightly. He seemed almost bored, and as soon as they were outside, Remmy reached down and took his muffs off, hooking them on the lead. As they stepped out, they tapped on their hearing aid, and full sound came rushing back in. “I’m Remmy. Remmington. But most people just call me Remmy, cause it’s shorter than saying my full name. Not that you can’t call me that if you want to!” Paused again, trying to swallow, sidling along the wall until they were out of the door way and standing across from Taylor. “Taylor! Great name. I like it-- I mean, not that that matters, it’s just um--” cleared their throat again. “This is Moose. Sorry, is he okay? Actually, I have to keep him here. He’s my service dog. I’m not just bringing my giant dog everywhere, I promise. But he’s a good boy. He knows over 100 commands, and I--” when their eyes met Taylor’s again, Remmy’s voice immediately dropped off. Out in the light of the alley way, they could see them clearer now. Slender, but nicely built. Stiff brows, but a sense of kindness on her face, in her eyes. Remmy was never good at social cue or reading faces, but there was just something about Taylor that told them they’d found someone different among the crowd. “Sorry…” Remmy finally breathed out. “I’m just kinda...new to all this…”

Taylor simply let Remmy babble on as long as they needed to, a kind smile on her lips as she listened to them. They certainly were cute, both physically and the way their nerves seemed to be getting the best of them. Taylor remembered when she was like that. Hell, she still could be sometimes. A pretty girl could get her all out of sorts in no time. But there was something else with Remmy. Something deeper, and Taylor knew it wasn’t her place to pry. “Don’t be sorry,” Taylor said, reaching out slowly to hook a knuckle under Remmy’s chin to make them look at her. “We’re all new to it at one point or another. That’s just how it is.” Taylor shrugged, running her thumb across their chin with a smirk before letting hand drop to her side again, taking another drag before speaking again. “I for one think you’re doing great. You’re much more interesting than some girl trying to grind on me before I even know her name.” That’d been most of her experience so far that night, and Remmy was like a breath of fresh air. Ironic, as they both filled their lungs with smoke. “Can I pet Moose? I know you’re not supposed to pet service dogs while they’re working, but…”

Remmy’s body felt both light and super heavy all at the same time. Like they were floating, but their arms were made of lead. Taylor’s hand on their chin, those eyes staring Remmy down like they were going to absorb them and take them to a place where nothing could hurt them. Remmy could hear a loud ringing in their ears, but there was no thump in their chest. “It’s...you don’t...okay…” And then Taylor stepped away and Remmy was left standing there, arms tingling, face warm, cigarette in their hand. They hadn’t even noticed Moose stiffen as Taylor had come closer, ears pressed back. Remmy cleared their throat again. “I, uh-- thanks-- wait, you d-- you think I’m doing, uuh--” Remmy’s lips felt suddenly chapped, throat dry. The last time they remembered feeling like this was back in high school, after their first kiss with a girl. “Interesting.” Remmy finished the incomplete thought. Their skin felt like it was vibrating. “What? Oh! Yeah, you can, um-- just for a second. He’s uh-- he should be working. I’m trying to get him used to um...night shift hours.” A nod. “But you can. It’s fine.” Stepped to the side, motioning to him. 

Taylor smiled as she was given permission to pet Moose. She crouched down, holding the cigarette away from his face as not to bother his sensitive nose too much. But as she reached out, Moose tensed up, ears back, letting out a low growl as he took a step back. She immediately retracted her hand, shooting Remmy a sheepish grin as she stood again. “I...don’t think he likes me,” she said, a little broken hearted. She loved dogs and cats, but most never seemed to like her. She couldn’t understand why. “So, you want him used to night shift hours? What do you do?” She wanted to know so much more about Remmy. She found them fascinating. A story was written on their skin more plainly than most, and Taylor wanted to read it. “You said you’re new to all this...what’s ‘all this’? What are you looking for?”

Remmy was a bit baffled by Moose’s reaction. He’d never done that before. They made a clicking noise with their tongue and Moose looked up at them, before giving a soft huff and sitting. “Sorry…” they mumbled, “he’s never...done that before. Maybe it’s just the noise. From the-- uh, club.” Remmy saw the fleeting moment of disappointment and felt their heart leap into their chest. “He’s...it’s not you. Probably. I mean--” they stopped. They were rambling again. It was happening so much right now. They couldn’t help it though, they always got tongue tied around a pretty girl. “Uh...oh! I’m a part time security guard. I work night shifts right now, cause the last guy no call no showed.” Remmy felt their chin dipping again, unable to hold Taylor’s gaze too long without feeling like their chest was going to explode, or that they would vibrate out of their skin. “Uh, mostly um-- dating. H-hooking up. I mean-- I’ve known I liked girls for a long time but...it’s just different. The way I was raised. Where I….the people I was around. It didn’t really allow for me to be...out.” A shrug. “But I’m here now, and I decided I wanted to be done hiding, you know? It’s not...it wasn’t good. Uh, healthy. But I think I jumped the gun a little. This place is…” Remmy shifted, took a long drag from the cigarette, “loud.” 

Taylor shook her head, waving a hand in understanding. “No, it’s me. It’s okay. I’ve never had a lot of luck with the fluffy ones,” she chuckled. “That’s why I have a bird. His name is Ditto.” She listened as Remmy spoke about their job, watching their eyes as they flicked away from Taylor’s. Gosh, they really were cute with all these nerves. “Security guard? That sounds dangerous. I’m glad you’ve got this big guy to protect you.” Taylor winked, a smirk on her lips as she took her last drag of her cigarette and flicked it to the ground, grinding it out with her boot. Her heart felt heavy as she listened to Remmy talk about being closeted. “That’s a shame. Being out, it’s freeing. Scary, but freeing.” She nodded at Remmy’s assessment of the club. “Oh yeah, way too loud for me too, and I’m in a band. I know a thing or two about loud.” Taylor took a step forward, closing a lot of the space between her and Remmy. “I’m glad you jumped the gun, Remmy. You’re cute.” She usually wasn’t this forward. But she was also still slightly drunk. A hand trailed up Remmy’s arm and to their shoulder, resting their with a firm grip. “I like listening to you.”

“Oh, that’s so cute,” Remmy blurted before they had a chance to filter the thought through their head. Their eyes widened a little. “I mean...a bird named Ditto. I love that. I’m not good at names, hence...Moose. Cause he looks like a moose. He’s definitely the better guard, between the two of us.” They tried to smirk back, but it just came out as a crooked grin. Remmy’s eyes darted back down, biting their lip as they tried to swallow their nerves once again. This wasn’t exactly how they’d thought the night would go, though to be fair, they had gone to a gay bar. Something like this was probably likely to happen, right? When Remmy looked up next, Taylor was right in front of them. Like...inches away. Like enough that Remmy could the ridges of her jaw line and hear the beating of her heart. That was new. Remmy looked up at Taylor, bumps rising on their arm as she ran a hand up it. “I, uh--” the stuttered, “Um...y-you’re in a band? That’s cool. Like...wicked cool. What’s uh, your name? The-the band’s name. I remember your name. It’s Taylor, you just…you just told me.” 

The way Remmy seemed to squirm under Taylor’s gaze made her heart pound in her chest. She wouldn’t crowd them if they looked truly uncomfortable, but this was that delicious sort of uncomfortable. The tension that sat in your stomach and twisted and turned. Taylor relished in it. “Knot Known. Knot with a K,” she clarified, her hand snaking up slowly toward the side of their neck. “Maybe I can sing for you sometime.” But at the moment, she wanted her mouth to be doing something else. Taylor’s hand on was the back of Remmy’s neck now, and her breath was hot on their face. “Remmy, can I kiss you?”

Remmy had no words left, their throat dried up and unusable. They felt shivers rise wherever Taylor’s hand went, trailing up their shoulder, to their neck, to the back of their head. Fingers lightly touching skin, so warm on Remmy’s. Their face flushed bright red-- or it would have-- and that burning sensation in their chest erupted. Remmy just nodded. The notion of being asked before an advance had never been something Remmy had experienced before. It made Remmy’s head swirl and their fingers tingle. It felt warm. It felt nice. They suddenly longer for a life that had eluded them until now. To be free. To be out. To be okay. Remmy nodded again, more eagerly this time, their free hand coming up to dig into the back of Taylor’s shirt.

Their eager little nods were so cute, and Taylor smiled a genuine smile at their reaction. Not a cocky grin or a smug smirk. A real smile. Their skin was so cold on the back of their neck, but Taylor just chalked it up to being cold outside. With one more burning look into their eyes, she closed her own and pressed their lips together. Her other hand found Remmy’s hip and pulled them closer, continuing to kiss them soundly. The excitement Remmy felt was almost tangible in the kiss, and it made the swell in Taylor’s chest that much better. Finally, she pulled back, still holding Remmy in her arms. “How was that?” she asked, the hand in the back of their hair sneaking onto their cold cheek, caressing it with her thumb.

Remmy was absolutely sure their heart was going to explode. It must have, because they couldn’t feel it beating in their chest, despite how tight and tingly everything else felt. Like something at the fringes of their skin pressing to be let out. Remmy’s grip tightened, lips pressed against Taylor. Their whole body felt like it was aflame.They couldn’t remember the last time they’d felt like this. A sentence that kept repeating in their head. It hadn’t even been close to this feeling with Dario. He was a sweet boy, but it was in this definite moment that Remmy came to realize the difference. Came to know. And then Taylor was pulling away, and there was a soft hand on Remmy’s cheek-- they could barely feel it, though, head swirling, a goofy grin plastered to their face. “Amazing…” they exhaled without another thought.

For a moment, Taylor felt bad as she pulled away. She was drunk and trying to score, and while Remmy seemed into it, she knew it wasn’t fair to them. This wasn’t the bitter introduction they needed to this scene. They needed somewhere safe to land, not a broken heart and confused emotions. So Taylor smiled down at them and gave them one more kiss, this one much more chaste, before taking a small step back to put some space between them. She kept a hand on their cheek though, relishing in that goofy grin of theirs. “You looked like you needed it.” 

Remmy was not at all prone to reading emotions or the mood or situations, but something told them that the present situation was winding to a different turn. They tucked their chin again, looking down at their feet. “I mean...it, uh-- it was good. It was-- thanks.” They swallowed the knot in their throat and looked over at Moose, who was still sitting perfectly still, like they’d told him to do, but his ears were still pressed back, his eyes sharp on Taylor. “I mean, thanks for-- I guess I kinda did. Not that I’ve never kissed a girl before, I have, I just never...got to...you know, enjoy it.” They shook their head. “I’m sorry, you don’t need all this dumped on you. You’re probably tired of hearing all the shitty closet stories from other people. This isn’t even my scene-- um, clubs, not the-the gay part-- I just thought I’d try it and clearly things didn’t-- well I mean they worked out, in the end, I don’t mean to imply they didn’t! I just...I don’t know what I mean. I’m sorry. I can--” they scooted away a little, “I can go. If you wanna get back to--” nodded towards the door. “I’ll go.”

As Remmy spoke, Taylor brought the hand on their cheek down to their shoulder, gripping it in a less intimate and more supportive way. This had definitely been the right call. “I’m not tired of it. It happens to all of us, dude,” she said, shaking Remmy playfully by the shoulder with an encouraging little smile on her lips. “I got lucky. My story is thankfully pretty boring.” She shrugged, finally taking her hand away from Remmy altogether and taking a full step back, noticing Moose relaxing a bit at the gesture. “That’s the problem with this scene,” Taylor began, pursing her lips slightly with a sigh. “We’re relegated to clubs and sexual spaces in order to meet people in person. It can be tiring as fuck. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” When they offered to leave though, Taylor shook her head. “Oh? Oh, no, I’m not going back in. I’ve had enough of all that for one night.” She smiled at them, gesturing down the street. “Wanna protect me with all those security guard skills on my sobering up walk before I drive home?”

Remmy paused their steps, looking up at Taylor again. They didn’t want them to leave, that’s not what that signal was. Wow, Remmy really was bad at reading the mood. That was a different problem to worry about, though. For later. They forced their eyes to meet Taylor’s again. “Oh, um-- yeah, sure, I-I can do that,” they said, standing up a little straighter. Maybe getting away from this place would help them relax a little, too, and now that they’d been around Taylor longer, they weren’t tripping over every word. Her charm still made Remmy’s stomach do somersaults, but they could deal with that. They smiled again, picking up Moose’s lead and tugging, prompting him to stand. “Sorry about him...again. He’s usually a big sweetheart. And the best bodyguard.” Smiled, crouching for a second to pet him proper and give him a kiss on the head. He seemed to relax a little more. “Where uh-- where do you wanna walk? I’m not um...familiar with too many places here yet.”

The little straightening of Remmy’s spine made Taylor smile again. She couldn’t help but think she had a little something to do with their confidence boost. “It’s okay, really. I’m sure he’s just being protective of you is all,” Taylor reasoned, even though this had happened to her before. It definitely wasn’t just Moose. “I was thinking just around the block a couple times,” Taylor offered, starting off down the sidewalk. “So, Remmy, tell me more about yourself.”

“Yeah,” Remmy sighed, “probably.” They stood back up, taking his lead again, and smiling back over at Taylor, letting them lead the way before falling in line next to them, keeping Moose on their far side. “Works for me.” As they rounded the corner, Remmy found they didn’t know what to do with their other hand, so they ended up sticking it deep into their pocket. “Oh, um-- there’s not much to tell. I grew up in a small town in Wyoming, joined the military at 17, and now I’m here.” A shrug. “I just lived a pretty...normal life, I guess.” Turned to look over at Taylor. “What about you? How’d you um-- start your band? Or join it? Or...however that works?”

As they walked, Taylor plucked another cigarette from her pack and lit it up. Smoking always sobered her up quick. And this bracing night air was helping too. “The military? Shit…” Taylor figured it was best not to pry. Definitely not her place. “I wouldn’t last in the military,” was all she added before taking a long drag, considering her own life and what was worth talking about. “Grew up in a tiny little Rhode Island fishing town. More of a village, honestly. Smaller than White Crest, for sure.” She gestured vaguely around her as she spoke. “We started the band in high school, senior year, and we’ve been hustling our asses off trying to get our name out there ever since. Seven years. It’s finally paying off though.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” Remmy shrugged. “Being born female, I wasn’t allowed on like, front lines and in combat and shit, but-- I was transferred to the EOD squad pretty early on, which I really liked.” They glanced over at Taylor. “Wow, seven years? That’s dedication. Are you guys like, hitting it off big now? Does that like-- make a lot of money? Playing in a band?” They paused. “Sorry, that’s um-- that was a lot of questions. You don’t have to answer them all. I’m just like-- super impressed. I’ve always wondered how people do it. How people have that...drive.” 

“EOD?” Taylor asked. Military terms were completely lost on her. Something else about this conversation wasn’t though. “You were enlisted during ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’, huh? Shit, that must have been hard.” When Remmy asked their questions and then started to apologize for them, Taylor waved a hand and moved to hook her arm with Remmy’s, using the other to continue to drag on her cigarette. “I wouldn’t call it hitting it big, but we’re getting tour dates outside of our state finally, a small time record deal. Things are looking up.” She shrugged. She knew they were talented as a unit, but she always reminded herself to stay humble. “As for money, it pays the bills for now, with a little left over. That’s all you can really ask for, right?” She looked over at Remmy’s profile as the two of them walked, cocking her head a bit to the side in curiosity. “I guess it’s all about following dreams. The dreams fuel the drive. You’ve gotta have a dream, yeah?”

“Oh, sorry-- Explosive Ordinance Disposal. Uh-- bomb disposal, in non military terms. We were basically called out when there were lives bombs in the field that needed disarming, or for disposal of old retroactive warheads-- erm, duds,” Remmy explained nonchalantly. When Taylor hooked their arms, Remmy felt their cheeks burn again. “Uh...yeah. It um…” they trailed off, “I was never really public about my love life, anyway.” Their eyes fell quickly back to their feet, watching theirs and Taylor’s walk in a sort of half-sync. “Still, that’s impressive. Touring the country! I can’t even imagine being that cool. You guys popular?” Remmy could feel Taylor’s eyes on their face and it made their throat tighten up a little again. Biting their lip to help calm the butterflies. The question took Remmy a bit by surprise. Did they have a dream? Had they ever. “I, uh-- I don’t know. Guess I never really put too much thought into it. I didn’t have a lot of ambition as a kid, and then the recruiter showed up and it was just-- a way to escape my hometown. To make something of myself. And I never really...looked back, I guess.”

“That’s...so fucking scary. Goddamn,” Taylor gasped genuinely. She wouldn’t have ever guessed that’s what it stood for. “You must be brave as fuck.” She gripped Remmy’s forearm affectionately. She winced a bit at the compliment. “Only the east side of the country for now. We’re gaining momentum though. Slowly but surely.” Remmy’s answer on their dreams made Taylor frown though. She couldn’t imagine a life without direction. “But you’re out now, right? What do you wanna do with the rest of your life?”

Remmy looked up. “Someone else said that to me recently, too. I didn’t think of it that way in the moment, but I guess...I guess, yeah.” Their eyes dropped to Taylor’s hand on their arm. They were sure their cheeks must have been flushed a bright red with how warm their skin felt. “I’m you’ll blow up in no time, and then you’ll be playing things like Madison Square and LA.” Their heart sank at the little frown, because Remmy didn’t have an answer for that. They’d never thought about it. They never really thought they’d even make it this far. “I am, yeah. Honorably discharged and what not…” They paused for a bit. They didn’t know what to say next. “I um... I never thought this far ahead.”

Taylor smiled at the vote of confidence. “Thanks. That’s the dream. Playing a statium would blow my fucking mind, honestly.” Taylor didn’t think anything of the placement of her hands. She was always an affectionate person, even with strangers. And there was something about Remmy that made Taylor want to cradle them and keep them safe with little gestures of care. “I mean, you’ve got time now, right? You’ll figure it out.” They’d rounded the block and Taylor’s truck was only yards away. “And if you need help with that, or anything else, I’m only a text away,” she added, pulling her wallet out and a pen, writing her personal number on the back of a business card, and holding it out for Remmy as she stopped at her truck. She tucked it into the front pocket of Remmy’s shirt. “This is me. Don’t worry, I’m cool to drive.” She gave Remmy a little wink and stepped closer, giving them one more quick kiss before rounding the truck and jumping in with one more quick wave.

Remmy smiled. “Yeah, I’ve got time.” When they stopped, Remmy stepped back a little, looking at the car they’d stopped in front of. Not the car they would have pegged a rockstar for, but definitely the car of a fisherman’s daughter. They looked back up at Taylor, then, tilting their head a little, watching them write something down on a little card. “Oh, um--” they started, but were cut off by Taylor slipping the card into their front pocket, giving them that look, with those eyes. That look that rendered Remmy completely useless. The kiss lingered on their lips even after Taylor had hopped into the car and pulled away. They weren’t sure how long they’d been standing there, only pulling back to reality when Moose stuck his cold, wet nose into their open palm. Remmy blinked, glanced down at him. “What, are you hungry?” they asked, then shook their head. “C’mon...let’s go home.”

[tessxomarie]

Saving You - Part II

*If you want to know why I used this Gif...you just have to read Part II ! Enjoy! As always, any feedback is welcome - I hope you all aren’t disappointed! This part picks up right where Part I left off*

The nerves are still present, but a sense of relief overcomes me from seeing Marcus. He’s standing there with open arms and I blindly walk towards his embrace. He can see my face, and I see his face drop. “Mija, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asks with great concern.

I shake my head to collect my thoughts, “Uhh, yeah. I am. Sorry, I just got nervous when I was told I have a visitor because well, I just get nervous.” Marcus brings me in for another hug, this hug is a “Dad hug”.

“Leah, what have I always told you?” He asks, again another fatherly moment in the mist of trying to reassure me of everything.

I look down at the floor, and then I look back up at Marcus and repeat the words I’ve heard the last five years. “I’m safe, I’m protected, I do not have to be afraid.”

He nods with the words I say. Almost as if he’s trying to convince me yet again that those words do in fact mean something. I shake my head and undo my hair from earlier, my dark auburn hair flows in a mess of tangles and waves and return the hair tie to my naked wrist.

“Long work week, that’s all. Oh, and these children aren’t making it easier.” I say with sass as I look over to where EZ is standing and scan the room for Angel.

Marcus looks back and forth between them and takes a step forward. “You two are still going at it? Are you fucking kidding me?” He asks, and the mood of the room changes in an instant.

EZ and Angel stare intently at each other and they both look to Alvarez. “I asked you a god damn question, I’m demanding an answer, now.” He yells.

Silence fills the clubhouse, Bishop takes a step closer to Marcus, but Marcus waves him off.

“Just some family shit.” EZ mutters and shrugs his shoulders.

I look at both boys and I scoff and then I whip my head back to the bar as I didn’t mean to make that face; one of those moments where I meant to make that face internally. Oops.

Marcus catches my oops face and he raises an eyebrow at the Reyes brothers, it’s in that moment everyone in the room gets uncomfortable.

“Family shit huh?” Marcus questions as he approaches EZ. EZ’s face drops, and Angel’s face is a blank expression.

“This family shit has been going on for almost eight months. Eight months of this blood brother bullshit, bullshit I’ve had to be clued in on, bullshit I’ve had to cover up for Galindo. Bullshit I’ve had to drag Aleeah into, y’all are being selfish fuckers. If you can’t put this shit aside, then you both are out. Comprende?” Marcus tells the boys this as he walks back and forth between them. EZ’s eyes don’t break away from Alvarez, and Angel continues to stare blankly.

“How does that work Padrino?”  Angel interjects, venom dripping from his tongue. His gaze still on the ground, but he slowly turns his body towards Marcus.

I immediately cringe because another example of Angel failing to think before he speaks is about to be painted.

Marcus shoots daggers with his eyes and inches closer to Angel. “How does what work, ese?”

Angel then takes a step towards Marcus, and my stomach drops.

“You’re not one of us anymore, you’re working with Galindo. You don’t call the shots-“  Angel spits off and before Angel finishes, I jump in. I know this is going to end ugly if not deadly.

“ENOUGH!” I yell as I take a step towards the men.

The entire room eyes me, some mouths drop. Marcus’s eyes grow big. Angel’s eyes are locked with mine, and they’re filled with darkness. I then inch closer to get in between Angel and Marcus, trying to act as a human shield for whatever sanity is left in this clubhouse.

I turn to face Angel and I plea with him.

“Angel stop talking. Now. Please, for once could you just fucking listen to what I say?” I say to him as I put my hand up, in all honesty I’m saving this ungrateful motherfucker’s life right now.

“Marcus, please. Don’t engage with him right now, he’s been through enough and let’s be real – if there is any bloodshed, I will refuse to help anyone and you all will bleed out. It’s Friday, I’m tired and you boys are causing my blood pressure to sky rocket. EZ, Angel – figure your shit out or I’ll personally deliver the bullets that will make you both breathe out of your foreheads.”  I fiercely say as I inch up to both boys respectively, and I stare into Angel’s eyes at the end of my tirade.

His eyes, those brown eyes that I’ve looked at so many times in similar stand-offs and I still cannot find that flash of life in his eyes. I don’t know why it bothers me, but I know there is more to Angel that he’s leading on. I just wish I could crack him, because this animosity between us, it doesn’t do anyone good. But there’s nothing to be solved today.

“With that being said, I’m going home. Adios, ninos.” I say as I head towards the door, not bothering to look back.

Bishop rushes to the door, “Leah, thank you. We love you, babe. I promise this shit will get resolved.” He whispers to me and kisses my temple. I give Bish a soft smile, and he opens the door for me.

I exit the clubhouse and while I’m still in an earshot, I hear Marcus harshly seethe “You better thank Aleeah the next time you see her, she just saved your fucking life, Angel.”

I laugh to myself, knowing for damn sure Angel will never thank me – he never has and never will.

I approach my car and I hear Marcus shout my name from the steps of the clubhouse.

“Aleeah, come here.” He tells me as he motions for me to meet him halfway.

My resting bitch face is in full force, but I walked the few steps towards Marcus.

“Listen Marcus, I know I was out of line in there but I-“ I being cut off by Marcus  as he raises his hand and waves it to tell me to stop talking.

“Aleeah, you were 100% right back there. Engaging with Angel, nothing good would come from it. He and EZ, they need to figure it out but not on club soil. It just frustrates me that you’re as involved as you are. This was never my intention when you moved down here.” He says somberly.

“I know, Marcus. I know. It comes with the territory. But you do know you can tell the MC to stop tailing me and watching out for me, I can manage on my own.”

“You know I can’t do that, Lee. I made a promise to Jax, and he made that promise to Tara – we keep you safe and protected no matter what.”

The mention of Jax and Tara’s name has my mind wander back to my first meeting with them in 2010, in Stockton. The memory reel starts to roll, and  I can feel my emotions start to switch, but I shake it off – I don’t have time to cry, not right now.

“Do you ever think about Jax?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“All the time, darling. All the time.” He nods and pulls me in for a hug.

It takes everything in me to not break down right then and there. The memories of Tara and Jax, and my last time seeing Jax – how he promised me that I would be taken care of no matter what, and how I didn’t even ask for that. He just… he made that promise because he knew it was something I needed, and it was something Tara always had promised me. Although I may not ever come to terms that I need the MC’s protection, I never once questioned Jax’s last request and neither has Marcus.

“What are your plans this weekend?” Marcus asks out of curiosity and to change the topic.

“Kendra is coming over tonight, pizza and movie night for us, oh and wine. Lots of wine.” I say with a playful grin, knowing that within the hour my best friend will be at my doorstep with girl night essentials.

Marcus rubs his eyes and lets out a chuckle, “Kendra, how is she doing?”

“She’s living on her own about ten minutes from me, she has this studio apartment that she wanted to try out. She said, ‘it’s like a hipster thing to do, so like, I should try it. I’m still in my 20s, I got lots of living to do.’” I say with a laugh, saying it the exact way Kendra told me and Marcus laughs again.

“That girl, she’s loca but she’s the fun kind of crazy. Reminds me a lot of her Uncle Ricky.” He tells me.

Kendra’s Uncle Rick was a member of the Mayans way back when Kendra was a little girl, but he died thanks to a heart attack one night during his sleep. He was a good man, a man Kendra still speaks highly of. Our paths intersecting, I’d like to think it was all coincidental, but I do think Marcus had a helping hand and the plan went better than he ever thought. Kendra, she doesn’t help out the MC as often as I do. She’s made it clear she wants zero part in the gang part, but she has been able to help me out a few times when these boys have caused more grief than I anticipated.

“You girls have a good night, stay safe, si?” He asks taking a step back towards the clubhouse.

“Always, Padrino.” I say as I nod my head in his direction with a smile.

“One more thing, Tessa’s birthday party is Sunday.” He mentions, I nod once again in agreement as I had already planned on attending.

“Yessir, Eva already called me this afternoon to remind me even though she called me Monday and Wednesday to confirm.” I say with a laugh, knowing that’s how Eva is – she needs to hear your answer three times to make sure your mind doesn’t change.

“Yeah, that sounds like her.” Marcus mumbles.

“I’ll see you Sunday afternoon.” I say as I open the door of my Jeep.

“You can come by earlier if you want, you know our door is---” Marcus says but I cut him off and finish his sentence, “Always open for me and you would love to spend time with me, especially Tessa.” I say with a smile and Marcus let’s out a chuckle.

“I take it you heard that a few times this week?” He asks with a quirked brow.

“Only about fifteen, but I think I actually believe it come the sixteenth time.” I reply with a sarcastic smile.

“Take care Aleeah, love you.” Marcus last says to me as he heads back for the clubhouse door.

“Love you too.” I reply, and that’s when he disappears into the clubhouse.

[cksmart-world]

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

by Christopher Smart

Tuesday, Feb. 12, 2019

DOGS, DRAGONS & BEER

The Year of the Pig

Yep, according to the Chinese lunar calendar, it's the Year of the Pig and that could spell trouble for Donald Trump, say feng shui masters. You see, Trump was born in the Year of the Dog (We are not making this up.) and that, say the masters interviewed by The Washington Post, indicates our president may be in for a bumpy ride. Accordingly, some feng shui experts suggest that Trump should take antioxidants to purge “earth” — one of the five universal elements in feng shui. “The extreme intensity of the earth element creates a character that is stubborn, self-absorbed, vindictive and judgmental,” said master Pun Yin. Democrats should take note and jump into action before August and preferably in March, a low point for Year of the Dog-born folks, explained master Rong Xia. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi is a “very formidable” adversary — or dragon, he said. You guessed it, she was born in the Year of the Dragon. And as recent events confirm, it's not wise to mess with the Dragon Lady.

In Heaven There Ain't No Beer

End times are near. We know this because the Utah Legislature is considering passing a law that would allow “real” beer in grocery stores. OMG, how is that even possible. Legislators could all be going to hell — or even lose their Temple Recommends. As history tells us, when Prohibition ended in 1933, only 3.2 percent alcohol (by weight) beer could be sold in Utah. Most beer in the world is 4.8 to 7 percent alcohol. But when Prohibition ended in 1933, Utah leaders feared beer stronger than 3.2 could destroy Zion — everybody would be drunk on their butts. Ever try to explain that to a visitor who wants to know what's wrong with Utah beer. Wilson and the band can't believe this, but in frontier times, Salt Lake City's State Street was lined with bars and distilleries. That all dried up in January 1919 when the 18th Amendment was ratified. And here we are 100 years later, still debating beer. Truth is, the big breweries are doing away with 3.2 beer and Utah needs alcohol revenue. But the staff here at Smart Bomb is not complaining. It's progress. Next thing you know everyone in Utah will have affordable health care. Nah — that'll take another 100 years.

Zero Tolerance — Or Not

Revolutions, including social movements, come with collateral damage. That's just they way things are. Shit happens. Bad stuff must stop. If you were a stupid white boy who dressed up in black face three decades ago (Virginia Gov. Ralph Northam) — sorry, but sorry doesn't get it. You're done. If you were clowning around on a movie set 20 years ago and grabbed a woman in a space suit by the boobs (Al Franken) — apologizing is meaningless, you must resign from the U.S. Senate. If you are as white as white can be and go around saying you're an American Indian because it was family lore, (Mass. Sen. Elizebeth Warren) you're remorse falls flat. Run for president at your own peril. OK, OK, wait, that's only for Democrats and other liberals, like Garrison Keillor. It's different for Republicans, like high school and college bad boy Brett Kavanaugh — all that stuff was a long time ago. And whatever it was, he didn't do it, so you can forget an apology. And Donald Trump — well, he's proud to say he did do it and he's not sorry. So what are we talking about, anyway. It was just unwanted kissing and crotch grabbing. Oh yeah, and he's not a racist just because he said white supremacists are good people, too. It's like this, only weak people with empathy apologize. That's just the way things are.

Guns R Us

It's the one year anniversary of the mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla. where 17 students and staff members were shot to death. Too bad those kids weren't armed. The only thing that can stop a bad guy with a gun is a10th-grader with a gun. It's been about 16 months since 58 people were shot dead and some 400 wounded at the Route 91 Harvest musical festival in Las Vegas. The shooter was high up in the Mandalay Bay hotel with an arsenal of automatic weapons. Too bad there's nothing we can do to stop these things from happening, again and again and again. It's just over four years since 20 children between 6 and 7 years old were gunned down at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newton, Conn., along with six adult staff members by a deranged kid with an assault rifle. Too bad. Some 40,000 Americans are killed by guns each year. It's the price of freedom. And anyway, we have bigger things to worry about — like the national emergency at our southern border.

Post Script

Among the remarkable things happening at the Utah Legislature this session is the suggestion by Rep. Phil Lyman of Blanding that San Juan County be split in two — one county for the descendants of white, Mormon settlers and one for them Navajos. For the first time, the San Juan County Commission is, by a 2-1 margin, dominated by Native Americans and that just isn't fair. White people, Lyman argues, are being discriminated against.

Well, that's it for another fun-filled week at here Smart Bomb. There was one hiccup, however — our abacus crashed trying to keep track of how many Democrats are running for president. There's a rumor going around that former Utah state senator Jim Debakis is rethinking a run for Salt Lake City mayor in favor of a bid for the White House. Some believe Mayor Jackie Biskupski instigated the gossip in an effort to get the spotlight-grabbing Debakis out of her hair. Good luck with that. OK Wilson, it's time — can you and the band take us out with something that will soothe our psyches, or at least numb our frontal lobes for a while: In heaven there is no beer / That's why we drink it here / And when we're all gone from here / Our friends will be drinking all the beer...

[captainsbabysitter-blog]

Party Time Fun Times

Pairing: Guess who! (McKirk)

Rating: Teenish? There’s drinking and swearing, guys. It’s pretty mild.

Length: 1672 words

Summary: My submission for @thinkwritexpress-official‘s back to school challenge! My prompt: being dragged to a party by your roommate meets a bit of fake dating and our boys being right morons about feelings.

“Why the fuck would I go to one of those fraternity hellholes?” Len practically growled at his roommate without ever so much as glancing up from his textbooks. “I still have two more midterms, I’ve got three papers to write, and I hate parties.”

M’Benga offered up an easy smile as he leaned over to close the book, catching Len’s finger where it held his place as he jotted down some note. The smile evolved into a victorious smirk when just that simple act seemed to deflate any other arguments.

“I’ll go for an hour. It shouldn’t take longer than that for you to find something shiny and let me get back to work, right?”

“Right.” He looked Len over critically for a few moments. “You should change. Maybe shower?”

Muttered curses followed Len as he gathered up some clothes and made his way to the showers. By the time he came back, he was nicely styled and smelled like coconut. The sleeves of his button-down were rolled up to leave his forearms bare, and he’d never admit to how long it took him to get the tight jeans over damp legs. If he was going to this thing, he might as well dress to impress.

A low whistle when he walked back in made him roll his eyes. M’Benga nodded and pushed himself up off his bed. “Much better. You’re a real lady-killer now let’s go.”

The whole scene was about as bad as he thought it would be. Drunk infants everywhere, loud music, louder talking, and Len glared holes in the side of his roommate’s head for getting him to even set foot there. He leaned in and still had to shout the reminder, “One hour, Geoff!”

Even as he nodded, M’Benga already seemed distracted by a pretty blonde on the other side of the room. Len recognized Christine in an instant, and he took a sort of sick sense of satisfaction knowing that Geoff would strike out in an instant; he could see Chris’ girlfriend not far off to the side. He just shook his head and made his way to the kitchen/impromptu bar to find himself a drink. The hope that he’d find something other than jello shots or cheap vodkas and rums was a futile one, so he settled on a rum and coke as he watched the minutes tick by.

As the promised hour came to a close, Len looked around for a bin or bag or something to stash his now very empty cup. Large red monstrosity disposed of, he made his way toward the front hall and stopped short when he saw what looked like some guy trying to shake off another. The second he caught Len’s eye, his face brightened into a 100-watt smile Len was sure would be making an appearance in his fantasies later.

“Oh good! There you are!” The blond ducked under the other man’s arm and tucked himself against Len’s side to whisper in his ear, “Sorry, but just go with it? I’m Jim.”

If there was one thing Len was used to doing at this point, it was playing fake boyfriend. Granted, it was usually for girls like Chris whose parents weren’t all that keen on their daughter having a girlfriend, but was this really all that different? He let himself relax and wrapped a protective arm around Jim’s waist as he pressed what looked like a kiss into Jim’s hair so he could mumble, “Leonard.”

When he pulled back a little, Len looked between Jim and the guy still standing there looking at Jim with a look beyond creepy. “I was checking on my roommate before we leave, sugar. There a problem here?”

“Nah, no problem. Reg here was just leaving, weren’t you?”

Storm clouds settled over Reg’s look, but after looking over Len’s fit form he decided against any further action and just nodded. When he lumbered off toward the kitchen, Len steered Jim outside with a gentle hand against his lower back. Once the crisp late fall air washed over them, both let out a relieved breath.

“Sorry about that…” Jim gave him a sheepish smile, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “Old boyfriend wanting to be a new boyfriend and not wanting to take no for an answer.”

“Yeah, well… Not often I have hot blonds plastering themselves against me, so I think we can call it even.” He took in the pleasant flush of Jim’s cheeks with more than a small sense of satisfaction.

A sudden thought occurred to him and he yanked out his phone with tap out a quick message to Geoff. Jim watched him curiously for a moment before he seemed to take on abrupt embarrassment, “Oh shit, did I steal you away from your girlfriend or something? I hope she doesn’t get pissed I’ll talk to her if you need me to?”

Len waved him off. “No, texting my roommate. He’s inside and I want him to keep an eye on that Reg guy.”

“So… No girlfriend?”

He must have completely missed the hint of hopefulness to Jim’s tone. “No girlfriend. You wanna go get something to eat? I’d be a terrible fake boyfriend if I didn’t make sure you got some food in you after all that.”

Jim’s face lit up again. If he didn’t stop, Len figured he’d eventually find himself willing to do just about anything to see that smile. Dangerous.

“I know a good place,” Jim confirmed, taking Len’s hand in his. When their fingers laced together, Len didn’t bother correcting it; they were supposed to be dating, after all.

~*~*~*~

The two became pretty inseparable after that. More days than not, Jim would show up at their doorway lugging some history or lit texts along with him. He’d settle on his stomach on the floor, books spread out while Len took over the desk and they’d study until Jim went cross-eyed and pulled the doctor-to-be off to find something to eat. True to his previous thoughts on the whole ordeal, Leonard was easily bent to Jim’s every whim. All it took was one of those sunbeam smiles and a stubborn insistence that a mule would envy. This realization came much to his irritation and M’Benga’s eternal delight.

“So when’s your boyfriend stopping by again?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” he grumbled as he attempted to bury himself further into his book.

“Not for lack of wanting,” Geoff countered. Len opted for silence instead of continuing the conversation and his roommate took it as an invitation to continue, “You know I bet he’d say yes if you asked him out on a proper date. The looks you two give each other when the other isn’t looking are disgusting.”

“Will you fucking stop?” He finally snapped. His eyes narrowed at Geoff who blinked back surprise. The ire only lasted the briefest of moments before Len deflated against the back of his chair. “I just don’t want to ruin things.”

“I hardly think you’ll ruin things…”

“I always do.” His tone was rueful, with just a touch of bitterness. “I couldn’t even stay married through med school what the hell makes you think I’d be able to keep someone like Jim happy?”

“You mean besides the fact that he’s spent so much time laid out on our floor that there’s a Jim-shaped imprint on the damn carpet? Besides… By the time you’re getting into your residency, he’ll be going into his senior year. You’ll both be insanely busy.”

Len made a dismissive noise and returned to his books, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to get a damn thing done. Thoughts about the possibilities and potential drawbacks swirled around his mind. It was all very distracting. He growled and slammed the cover closed, shooting another glare toward his now very smug roommate as he pulled out his phone to send Jim a text.

I can’t concentrate anymore. Wanna grab lunch?

The reply was almost instant. Sure! Duffy’s?

Meet you there in 10

If he very stubbornly ignored M’Benga’s existence as he got ready, that was his business.

By the time he slid into the seat across from Jim, Leonard had made his decision. The beaming grin he received at his arrival just cemented his plan, but then he was faced with a nervousness he couldn’t recall feeling any time other than the first and last time he flew anywhere. Jim must have picked up on it because he watched Len for a bit. His eyes took on that annoyingly sharp, perceptive glint he got when he knew something was up.

Apparently, he was only willing to wait until their drinks were set down to start grilling Len about it. “So what’s going on? I always have to drag you away from your books and you haven’t stopped shifting around since you sat down.”

“I like you.” He’d meant to make that sound a lot smoother than it came out and he felt his face run through about fifteen different shades of red as he sputtered through trying to save the moment. “I mean… Shit. Um…”

Jim blinked through his stammering before realization seemed to dawn on him. His own cheeks took on that embarrassed pink that Len had grown so fond of as he mumbled something unintelligible under Len’s talking.

“What was that?”

“I thought we were already dating.”

Len froze. “What?”

Now Jim was stubbornly looking anywhere other than Len. “I dunno… I thought we were already dating. We spend all our time together and you never talk about other people and I just kinda figured you were super old fashioned about that kinda stuff and that’s why we haven’t kissed yet…”

“Jim?”

“Yeah, Bones?”

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

And there was that sunbeam smile again. It only got to last a second, however, because Len leaned over the table to catch his lips in a sweet kiss before they had to pull back and let their server set down their plates.

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[naughty-teddy-innit]

A Sharp Tongue…A Mature Angry Ed Oneshot  (NSFW)

https://naughty-teddy-innit.tumblr.com/post/164686788130/masterlist-of-ed-fics-goodiesTitle:      A Sharp Tongue: An Angry/Rough Ed Oneshot (REQUEST)

Author: @naughty-teddy-innit

Rating:  NC-17/MATURE/NSFW 

*TRIGGER WARNING*- Teddy is ROUGH, push and pull of an argument happens, but everything that happens is 100% CONSENSUAL xoxox

Author’s Note:  I wrote this quite a while ago, because who DOESN’T need Bossy/Angry/Rough Teddy now and then, and it was requested!  >:)  Please please pretty please, send me feedback, notes and all horny thoughts by leaving a comment or shooting me an Ask! I LOVE ASKS!  I love to hear from you guys! By all means feel free to reblog should you feel so inclined :-D 

ENJOY!

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What a FUCKING day.  One thing after another; late for this, missed that, asshole interviewer here and a migraine there.  Managing to make it to the venue on time helped, but 2 broken strings and an uncooperative Chewie Monster later, even I could tell Ed was at Fuck It ALL level. This was clearly a night where alcohol was going to be a necessity.  In all the time I’ve known Ed, been drawn in by his smile, his patience, his kindness, I’ve rarely been witness to real anger.  When he means business?  It’s clear, but his gentleness and positivity were just who he is.  He was a calming force to be sure, but everybody has a breaking point, and damned if he wasn’t right the fuck at it tonight.  

“TREV!” I jumped suddenly, not used to hearing THAT tone come from my usually sweet Boy.  “The fuck happened??  How’m I supposed to end the show with no goddamn guitar and no fucking loop??”

“Baby…he’s doing the best he can, he’s only got 2 hands…” I said softly, trying to placate him, seeing how wound up he was.  

“His job is to make sure when shit goes wrong I don’t look like a sodding idiot in front of all those people!”  He glared and stormed off, fists clenched.

“Trev…” I started to say, feeling awful.  

“Darlin’, everybody’s allowed a bad day now n then.  No skin off my back, don’t worry!” Trevor said cheerfully. “A bigger heart there was never was, he’s a good lad.”   He wandered off towards the stage to start packing up his gear for the next show, and I hurried off to find my extraordinarily cranky boyfriend.  

I knew his first stop after a show was usually the closest shower, so I figured his dressing room was a safe bet.  I let myself in, and sure enough, I could hear water running.  I flopped down on the couch, and exhaled, allowing my thoughts to wander to my cranky-yet-sexy boyfriend.  His patience and gentleness tended to translate to most areas of his life. Rarely if ever did you two blow-up and have fights, and he had the patience of a saint most of the time.  Even in other areas….you could feel your cheeks pinking up and a naughty grin pulled at your lips.  There was no dancing around it, spending Naked Time with Edward Christopher Sheeran was top of your Ways to Spend Your Time list.  His soft perfectly pink lips, his scratchy cheeks, his long fingers, his silky, soft, copper curls, his strong, inked up arms, and all the other cuddly, strong parts of his body, these were the things I could spend hours touching and kissing and loving.  Sex was ALWAYS good with Ed, he was a love-maker, a worshiper and a sweetheart. His focus was never getting himself off, it was always seemed to be about me.  Every kiss, every caress, every breath was about him taking his time with me and showing me how much he adored me.  I never felt more loved and cherished then when we made love. He was the epitome of gentleness and kindness is every way.  

Honestly though…there were times…well, he could stand to be a little LESS gentle, ya know?  Ed wasn’t one to be the bad boy, to take control or be rough. A girl needs a little hair-pulling in her life now and then. I love when that man makes love to me, there’s nothing like it, but the need to be fucked till it hurts? Every girl’s got it now and then.  

“FUCK…” I gasp and bolt upright as the bathroom door flies open and bangs against the wall.  The sopping wet Ginger that stomps out of the bathroom has an empty beer bottle in his hand and damned if that face isn’t pissed.  

“Teddy…I know it’s been a rough day.  Nobody’s purposely trying to-“. He cuts me off.

“Don’t particularly give a fuck right now, quite honestly.” He snaps.  “Don’t appreciate my girl going against me when somebody on my team FUCKS UP!!”

“Wow.” Where the fuck is this coming from??  It’s not like him at all, and it’s unsettling. “What the fuck is your problem?”

He grabs his jeans, a clean button-down, boxers, and another beer.  “I don’t have time for this.  I’ve got to meet Benny and his mate at the hotel,” he mutters and he strides to the bathroom without even looking in your direction.

“How many beers have you had?” I asked irritably, noticing a couple of empties on the table.  Ed was widely known for being quite the cuddly, I-love-EVERYBODY drunk. Give the man jagerbombs and tequila and he could drink just about anyone under the table, but feed him beers and he was the world’s cheapest drunk.  Apparently mixing a bad day into a drunk Teddy made for a BAD combination.

I could hear the blow-dryer shut off, and he came stomping out of the bathroom, a sour look on his face.  “The fucks it to you, how many beers I’ve had??  God forbid I not meet your standards.”

He doesn’t even look at me.  My mouth is just about hanging open, not used to this kind of attitude.  Hell if I’m gonna sit here and take his bullshit, beer or no, bad day or no.  I stand up and head for the door.  

“You know what, everybody here cares about you and gets that bad days happen, but I’ve never done a fucking thing to earn being spoken to like that. “

He beats you to the door, after placing his last empty on the table and grabbing his wallet.  “Whatever.  I have to meet Benny.  The car’s outside, you can join me or not.”  And with that, he determinedly walks out and leaves you behind.  

With that immature outburst, I am quite assuredly NOT getting into ANY car with him right now, so I grab my things, check that I have my phone, and head out to hail a cab.  It’s late when I arrive at the hotel, and I’m half-tempted to just ignore his pissy ginger ass and head to bed, but I figure I’ll try and salvage the night one last time.  I drop my stuff in our room, run a brush through my hair and head down to bar, still irritated as hell, but hoping he’ll realize he’s being a dick.  

I’m surprised how many people are still having drinks this time of night as I wander in, and I almost have to laugh that it’s not Ed’s flaming red hair that catches my eye first, but Benny’s crazy wild brunette bouffant of curls.  Let’s be honest, they’re hard to miss. They’re sitting at the bar, talking, and surrounded by several empty shot glasses.  “Lovely,” you think, “that’ll help his mood.”  You plaster a smile on your face and purposefully walk over to them, hoping he’ll have chilled out.

“Ed…?” you touch his arm and open your mouth to continue your thought, “I-“  he doesn’t let you get another word out, and jumps off his stool, his face stormy.  

“Gonna give me shit for too many shots now??” he spits at me.  “Christ, just fucking give it a break, Mother Theresa!”  

I can smell tequila on his breath, and while he’s by no means plastered, I can tell him he’s had too much.  Benny looks like he has no clue what’s going on and jumps out of his seat, both hands out.  “Alrighty guys, too many shots I think and a fuck of a day to boot.”  He faces Ed, “Mate, take your ass up to bed.  Before she kicks it.”

He has NO fucking idea.  I am done with his shit today.  You coldly look at Ed and flip your hair out of your face.  “You?  Are being an asshole.  And I? Am finished.  Feel free to take your wounded Ginger attitude and SHOVE IT!”

As I throw my purse over my shoulder and prepare to storm out, he throws back the remainder of whatever was in the shot glass and slams it down on the bar.  I leave the bar with as much dignity as I can muster, considering there are more than a few raised eyebrows aimed in our direction.  I can hear his footsteps as he comes after me, but I have ZERO fucks to give.  I don’t know if I’ve ever been this furious with him before.  In my fury as I storm away, I fail to notice the fist-bump between Ed and Benny, as Ed shoves his stool back.  I’m crossing the hallway in the lobby, when I feel a hand clamp down on my arm and I feel myself being pulled down a hallway towards what looks like a kitchen.  

“Get your hands the FUCK off me!” I hiss, as he tries to steer me into the first empty room.  My blood is boiling and every muscle in my body is tensed.  I am ready to smack the shit out of him.  I try to pry his fingers off my arm, but he is NOT letting go.  

“Who the FUCK do you think you are????” he growls, his eyes narrowed and on fire. “I don’t need you up my ass every second of every day!  A man can’t have a sodding drink with his mate to close up a shit day??”

I only semi-notice the room we’re in, some sort of utility/change room, probably used by staff at the hotel.  

I’m not much for having a temper, I don’t scream, and usually avoid conflict at all costs, but right at this moment? I could go through the roof.  I have NEVER seen him like this, and I will NOT take his shit, alcohol induced or not. “I could GIVE two shits if you have a drink??  You’ve been treating me like shit and talking down to me all night!  You are behaving like a selfish, self-righteous prick, Sheeran, and as far as I’m concerned you can take your Asshole self and sleep somewhere else tonight!!”  I try to push past him, to grab for the door handle, but he yanks me back, his eyes blazing and teeth clenched.

“SELFISH???  Who the HELL D’YOU THINK YOU ARE, CALLING ME SELFISH, YOU BLOODY –“

I have no idea where it came from.  I’ve never remotely done anything like it before, but suddenly, my hand is moving.  I can SEE red, and my hand is aiming squarely for his cheek.  BASTARD!  I can see his eyes widen as he realizes that he is, in fact, about to be slapped.  In a split second, his hand pins mine against the wall, his body restraining me from moving.  I can feel his heart slamming against his chest, and I can see the fire in those clear blue eyes.  He’s worked up a sweat and there are damp copper curls stuck to his temples and forehead. His cheeks are flushed and he’s glowering at me, a look that is causing dampness in places it should NOT be right now. FUCK.  Why the FUCK does he have to be so goddamn sexy when he’s angry.  Like HELL am I going to let him have that effect on me right now??  I can feel that electricity, that pulse of energy and it heightens my emotion even more.  

“I swear to GOD, if you don’t get your goddamn hands off me NOW, I. WILL. SCR-“

My hands are suddenly shoved over my head and pinned to the wall, and his lips are on mine.  Hard almost biting, and there is NO way he’s pulling this and suddenly one hand is on my jaw, thumb holding my chin in place as his lips are trying to devour me, taste every bit of me, his tongue trying to taste my lips and gain access to my mouth and JESUS it’s like touching a lit match to dynamite, I can feel how wet I am, the slickness letting down, beginning to soak my panties, but I can’t NO.  He pulls this shit and thinks he can just have me at a moment’s notice?? NOT HAPPENING.  I fight back, gasping for air.

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE“, I manage to gasp, and when he growls and tries to grab me again, I bite down, HARD, and he hisses.

He rears back, and his fingers brush to his lips, but it doesn’t stop him. His lips are on me again, and I can feel that lightning bolt, that zap of electricity to my groin that feels like fire and if I don’t get him off me, it’s over.  I smack him, pushing him back with all my might, and the look of shock on his face, that I could be that strong, it’s fucking satisfying.  He charges at me, and before I can say word, do a thing, he’s lifted me completely up against the wall, hands running up the backs of my thighs pressing my pelvis against him, forcing my legs around his waist.

“PRICK!” I gasp into this mouth, trying to pummel his chest in a futile effort to push him away.  

“Don’t tell me you don’t want me to fuck you, I can fucking feel how wet you are! I know by now when you’re turned on.  You fucking WANT ME.” He growls.

I’m wearing a flouncy turquoise skirt and a tight, long sleeve, grey top, and the thong I’m wearing underneath is showing the evidence that he’s absolutely fucking spot-on because I can feel my wetness soaking through, and I’m so turned on I can’t see straight.  I’m still restrained against the wall, his hands on my ass, his lips forcibly kissing mine, and I’m almost embarrassed at how loud my breathing is, almost panting, when suddenly I feel his warm hands forcing my skirt up, and OH my god he’s RIPPED MY PANTIES OFF, SINCE WHEN, and suddenly I can feel his fingers push inside me, no warning, stretching me to the point of almost too much, but oh God, he’s just fucking me with his fingers, hard, fast, and oh FUCK, it feels like I’m going to splinter into tiny pieces, and suddenly they’re gone, and before I can even breathe I find myself back on feet, and I can barely keep my balance. I suck in a breath, and Fuck THIS, ALL of this, my resolve is fucking GONE.  He’s gonna hear about this later, but right now there is one thing I want. ONE. NOW.

This is lust, this is heat, this is carnal, fuck EVERYTHING else, and the only thoughts in my mind are of his rock hard cock slamming into me. I fucking need him, inside me, NOW.  It feels as though fire is trying to burn my flesh from the inside out, I want him inside me, filling me, stretching me till it hurts.  I still can’t fathom what the hell is going on, I’ve been craving this Teddy, this Ed that takes control and wants to rough me the fuck up.  I’m not even thinking about the part of him that’s being a DICK, I just know my blood is on FIRE, it’s coursing through me and I need to be fucked NOW.

I decide to egg him on, seeing how far he’ll take this. “I am not your goddamn SEX TOY!” I yell at him, before I pull myself away, and before I can gain any distance towards the door, his mouth is at my ear, his breath tickling my face, and his voice is one of pure fire, low and throaty, letting me know that HE is boss.

“You’re so fucking wet for me it’s running down your legs!!  I’m going to bend your beautiful ass over that chair and I’m going to fuck you so had you’ll be goddamn crooked tomorrow.  I will make youBLOODY. SCREAM.” He hisses.   I can hear the clink of his belt while he’s growling this at me, and before I can even utter a FUCK YOU, I feel his hands at my ass and he’s lifting me up, carrying me towards the armchair in the corner, lips still frantically trying to taste every bit of me, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth, and as I’m struggling against him and pounding his chest, I know it’s working, because I can feel that hot, hard length pressing against me, and Goddamn it all to hell, I want it inside me.  Now. Hard. Fuck everything else.

I disentangle myself, blood pounding in my ears, and before I can say or do a thing, he grabs me HARD and forcibly bends me over the chair, while growling at me to lift my ass in the air.  He flips my skirt up, and grabs my hips, and before a coherent thought can enter my mind, I can feel his hard, silky smooth cock slam into me.  The man is blessed down there, it’s just a fact, and usually he knows he has to let me adjust a bit before he really gets going, but now, FUCK THAT.  I don’t want slow, I don’t want tender.  I want him to fuck me till I can’t move, can’t speak, and can’t think.  One hand roughly grabs my hip and jerks it up in the air, trying to open me up as much as he possibly can, while the other one shoves my back down as he yanks himself out, all the way out, and slams back into me balls deep.  It’s a punishing, urgent rhythm and it’s so fucking hot, he’s filling me up, every single time, my ass cheeks wobble with the slaps of his body as he fucks me, hard, fast, over and over and over, pulling out and slamming into me so hard it feels like I might just split in two, my delicate skin stretching, the sting as he enters is the most delicious bite of pain, but so fucking GOOD and I’m arching my back, slamming my hips back to meet his, loving the feeling of his plush, hot cockhead pushing past my slick soaked flesh, practically ripping me open, filling me up and pushing me past the point of no return.

“HARDER”, I gasp, as he slams me into the chair over and over.  “Ahh SHIT! Make it fucking HURT, Teddy!”

CRACK.  My eyes fly open and I have to bite my lip to keep my screaming, as he brings his palm down on my ass cheek, hard, leaving a delicious sting in its wake. I can barely contemplate that he just slapped my ASS, when does it again. I hear the urgent grunts falling from his lips as he fucks me hard, his breaths falling fast from lips, and suddenly his hands are in my hair, I feel his long fingers winding themselves in my long strands, and he yanks my head back HARD, leaving my neck exposed.   “You like it like this??” he grunts, “my cock fucking you till it hurts??”  

I can’t speak for the fiery points of pleasure peaking in my belly, he has my head pulled back and with every slap of his balls against my ass, his hand yanks my hair, HARD, so hard I can’t move my head and why is that SO fucking HOT?

I know I’m close, it hurts SO good, I just need that friction, that little bit to get me where I fucking want to be, and I don’t give a SHIT if it’s him that pushes me over or not but I need that release, I need it NOW.  I begin to slide my hand down, a finger brushing against the little bundle of nerves that I knew would set me off, but he’s having none that.

“NO” he growls.  “You come for ME, yeah?”

Just as quickly his fingers are there, he’s reached around and pressed those perfectly long fingers right up against that tiny pink bundle of nerves, and he’s frantically rubbing it, round and round in messy circles, trying to maintain a rhythm while he’s losing control of himself. His thrusts are becoming sloppier, shorter, and I can hear his breath stuttering, and the string of “fuck…fuck…fucks”that are falling from those sexy, perfectly pink lips tell me how close he is to coming.  

“Come for me” he gasps, “I need to feel you, you’re so fucking tight…Jesus CHRIST…”

His fingers switches from rubbing those messy circles over my clit, to flicking with his fingertip, over and over, fast, hard, back and forth, FUCK, that little bundle of EVERYTHING that has your world on fire right now, and oh, OH JESUS, there is no slow, delicious tightening, not this time, it’s like a fucking roman candle going off, fireworks exploding, I am OVER that cliff Swear to God it’s like white hot fire tearing me apart and every bone in my body is rubber, and my legs are buckling as it rips through me.

“SHIT…” I hear from behind me as he slams his cock into me one last time, and I feel his hands grab my hips in a death grip as he rides out his orgasm, keeping his pelvis flattened against my ass, emptying himself into me in shuddering gasps.  I have NEVER felt him come like that. I can feel his warmth running down my legs, and as I shakily look down, still trying to draw oxygen into my lungs and gather my thoughts, I can see remnants of his release dripping on the floor. I’m a bit transfixed, who would have thought THAT could be so fucking hot?

I can feel his hands unwind from my hair, his semi-soft dick sliding out of me, and he too is trying to catch his breath.  He slides down to the carpeted floor, and to my surprise, reaches for my hand and pulls me down with him, nestling me between his legs and planting a soft kiss on my hair.

“What. The. Ever-loving. FUCK. Was THAT?” I manage to get out, my mind clearing enough to remember what landed us in this situation, in this room, in the first place.

“Jesus….tell me I didn’t hurt you.  I didn’t hurt you did I, Love?” he asks me softly, with true concern etched on his face, as he brushes the hair out of my face and buries his face in my neck.  His beard tickles my neck…I love that.

“I…No?” I could not be more confused right now if I tried.  “That was goddamn mind-blowing, I’ve never seen you like that??  Sure as hell doesn’t explain your SHIT attitude tonight though…”

It’s an odd thing, it’s something I’ve always been aware of, even when I can’t see it, but I can feel his smile against my skin. “You wanted it rough, yeah?  I couldn’t just come outta nowhere and attack you.  It had to fit the situation innit…?”

I am without words.  Is he actually saying he PLANNED this??  I jump up from his lap and spin myself around, ready to throttle him where he sits.  I come face-to-face with a set of crinkled, clear blue eyes and a very nervous, cautious expression on his face.  

“Edward. Christopher. Sheeran.  EXPLAIN YOURSELF”, I manage to get out without cracking my own grin.  

“Well…you were texting with your friend a few days ago…and you left your phone on the bed.  It flashed on the screen and I believe your EXACT words were: He’s such a Teddy Bear…and I love it, but why can’t he be rough once in a while??  A girl needs her hair pulled now and then… Why’s he got to always be so NICE?  So…I figured I’d give it a shot…?” he flashes me a nervous grin and raises and eyebrow, waiting for my response.

“You were NOT supposed to see that…” I mumble, completely mortified. “You’re telling me you’ve been acting like a DICK all day just so you could rile me up and fuck me senseless??”  I’m…stunned? Shocked? Orgasmically sated?  What in the HELL?

“Was a shit day anyway, definitely wasn’t at my best, but… yeah…I played it up a bit.” He says softly. “Don’t kill me, but…seeing you all pissed off like that, it was kinda hot? Wasn’t expecting that?” His face flushed and he bit his lip.  “I knew what would push your buttons, and I just kinda went with it?  Get you going, innit?” he blushes.  

“Thank God.” I sighed.  “The thought of you treating me like that on purpose?  I’ve never known you to treat ANYONE like that, to be purposely selfish or mean, I couldn’t wrap my head around it!  I had no idea I had that sort of temper in me, either. The prick act worked well, Sheeran.  I didn’t know what to think…”  I couldn’t help but shake my head and crack a little smile.  

“Love…’” he whispered softly, “the thought of hurting you intentionally, of making you feel anything less than the most important person in my life, it makes me want to be sick.  You’ve got my heart, every bit of it.  I just wanted to…mix it up.  Have a little fun and give you what it sounded like you wanted?  Maybe I went about it the wrong way…”  He’s watching me warily, gauging my reaction.

I cup his face, and brush my lips against his, first catching his bottom lip, then the top, and finally both. They’re so soft, and he catches my chin and kisses me back, softly and slowly, infusing each touch with tenderness.  I break away and stare him in the eye. “Teddy that might have been the hottest, dirtiest sex I have ever had, and the most intense orgasm I have EVER experienced. I…don’t think I’ve ever wanted to both fuck AND slap the same person at the same time.  It was a very convincing act.  Having said all that?” I raised an eyebrow and looked him in the eye. “Leave the douchebag act at home next time, huh?”

He chuckles, kisses me again and struggles to his feet, helping me up at the same time.  “I am so sorry, Love, at least for the being a right dick part,” he whispers, “Forgive me?”

I look into his baby blue eyes, and really, how can you not forgive that puppy dog face?  Especially considering how fucking HOT the experience was. Bossy Ed…something to keep tucked in my back pocket for sure, because SHIT.

Leaning over, I gently push the tangle of copper curls off his forehead and place a kiss on his brow. “I forgive you, Teddy. That was fucking HOT, and I think I like Bossy Teddy….” I raise an eyebrow. “But not mean Teddy.”

“I love you so much….I hope you know that.” He breathes softly in my ear. “Mean will NEVER happen again. That’s a promise.  The whole Dominant Ed thing, it’s new to me. Not much good at it I guess…” he chuckles nervously.

“Better than you think…I love you too, Silly Boy. Always.”

He catches my lips again and kisses the breath right out me, letting me feel what he can’t put into words.  I do love this boy. SO much.

After making sure my skirt is in place and Ed’s pants are up, we head for the door, but as he reaches for the doorknob, I place my hand over his and lean over to whisper in his ear.

“…Think you left a mark on my ass….hope it won’t be the last time…”  

His mouth drops open and I brush past him, with a swing to my step and a grin on my face.

“Jesus……” he groans as he follows me out the door. “You’re gonna kill me, love.”

*MASTERLIST Here*

[thekuroiookami]

I don't think it is weird at all! I enjoyed every chapter of it! Did I mention how I like your writing style? Because I do very much! Btw I have been wondering lately................... what's Midorima's laugh like? So I would like to request a scenario of Midorima's s/o trying all sorts of stuff to make him laugh!! Probably with the help of Takao (*≧艸≦)

Ah, thank you! So this ask ended with me writing the following weird story and doing a ton of research on what Midorima’s VA’s laugh is like…As a side note you can try watching this video to hear the laugh I’m referencing, it’s at around 7:25 :

And now, onto the scenario.

It all started with a bet. Miyaji threatened to assaultMidorima with a pineapple from halfway across court. Someone then said that theshooting guard in question would find the idea of anyone other than himshooting anything laughable. Naturally, someone else then said theaforementioned stoic had never laughed once in his life. Otsubo then sensiblyshut down the discussion before it got out of hand, but Takao had alreadylatched onto the idea like a drowning man to a buoy. And of course, anythingTakao knew eventually got back to you.

“500 yen says he caves in after the first feather duster.”Takao folded his arms and arched an eyebrow smugly.

“I couldn’t. It’s like taking candy from a baby.” Youtwirled a lock of hair around your finger in thought. “Shintarou has neverlaughed once in the time we’ve been together, and I’ve been with him for awhile.”

“And I’ve been with him even longer,” he shot back.“Shin-chan never-“ Takao stopped as he realized he was going confirm what youjust said. “No matter how grim he is, even Shin-chan must have a limit.”

“I’m just trying to point out that limit is somewhere reallyfar away. Like Tibet. Or Europe. I don’t think he’ll cave by Phase Three of theplan.”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” After a few minutes ofintense negotiation, you shook hands with Takao, sealing a deal that bestowedthe winner with a month’s supply of strawberry milk. “Let’s go nab our targetthen.”

Lunchtime found Midorima sitting in his usual corner of theclassroom, lunchbox and chopsticks neatly lined up in preparation for his meal.You slid a quick glance at the tiny portable radio on the desk before taking aseat next to him. “Hello, Shintarou.”

Midorima’s features softened from their severe concentrationon his cellphone. “Good afternoon-“

“Shin-chan! Wait for me!” Takao straddled a chair and lookedat Midorima’s bento with wide eyes. “Whoa, that’s a really nice lunch.”

Your boyfriend sighed and gave you something close to anapologetic look. “You’re not going to get any, nanodayo.”

Takao waved the dismissal away and tore open a packet ofmelon bread. “So I was saying to ___-chan here earlier, that I certifiably makegood jokes. I make people laugh. Ask anyone. Right, Shin-chan?”

“I wouldn’t know,” said Midorima primly. “That implies you havemoments of seriousness, nanodayo.”

You smirked. “See, I told you so. If anyone has ever laughedat your jokes, it’s probably out of pity.”

Takao narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Fine. Tell you what.If I make Shin-chan here laugh by the end of the day, you have to take thatback.”

You tutted pityingly. “Fine, if you want to commit socialsuicide, I won’t stop you.”

Midorima sighed and tucked into his lunch. “Leave me out ofit, please.”

You both ignored him and shook on it. Takao rolled up hissleeves and cleared his throat. “Okay, let’s see. Shin-chan. What do you call…analligator in a vest?”

Midorima gave Takao a look that said he couldn’t care lessand went back to chewing on a carrot stick. The point guard ploughed on withhis usual enthusiasm. “An investigator!”

You scrunched your nose. “That was terrible, Takao.”

“Then I’ll try another one. Why are pirates called pirates?”

You tilted your head in thought. Midorima exhaled slowly andcontinued ignoring Takao. “I don’t know,” you said.

Takao grinned cheerfully. “Because they arrrrr.”

You had to purse your lips to keep from laughing because itwas utterly ridiculous, but your boyfriend merely frowned and carried on asusual. You decided to chip in. “Wait, I have one. This one is good. Did youhear about the hairdresser?”

They both blinked at you, confused. “She dyed,” you saidsolemnly. Takao dissolved into helpless laughter, while Midorima rolled hiseyes.

“Okay, if you’re going to play it that way, then I’m uppingthe ante.” Takao leaned forward with anticipation. “Don’t blame me when thequips get a little…risqué. So. Why did the traffic light turn red?”

You saw Midorima look at Takao curiously from the corner ofyour eye. Maybe this was actually going somewhere. You shrugged in question tomake the other boy reply.

“Because it’s embarrassing to change in public!” You andMidorima both grimaced in tandem.

Takao was prevented from saying anything when the bell rangshrilly. “Whoops, out of time. We’ll do this after school, Shin-chan.” Youcould swear you heard Midorima mutter a brief prayer as you left. He didn’tlook any happier after practice, head bowed with weight of bearing Takao as heapproached the gates. You took his hand and waited for Takao to launch thesecond phase of the scheme.

He didn’t disappoint. “So Shin-chan, are you immune toknock-knock jokes? Or should I try terrible pick-up lines instead?”

Midorima barely restrained himself, gripping the radio sohard you thought it would crack. “Silence, Takao. I would like you to try thatinstead.”

You leaned back to look at your cousin. “Takao, you knowpick-up lines? Tell me some.”

Shutoku’s ace gave you a look of horrified betrayal, but itwas too late. “Hmm. Okay. There’s a major sale in my bedroom right now. Clothesare 100% off!”

You thumped his back sympathetically as Midorima choked andspluttered. “Takao! What- How-“

“I have more! This one’s a classic. Kiss me if I’m wrong,but aren’t dinosaurs not extinct?” Takao looked very proud of himself. Midorimalooked positively green, which made for an interesting effect with his hair.

You nodded in approval. “Not bad. I heard one the other day,what was it? Ah! What’s in a guy’s pants that a girl doesn’t have?”

They both froze outside Midorima’s palatial house and staredat you. Takao’s eyes were wide and seemed like they were asking you whether youreally wanted to go there. Midorima looked like you had just announced youliked kicking small children for fun.

You decided to put them out of their misery. “It’s pockets.Calm down. What were you two thinking of?”

Takao hacked out an ugly cough. Midorima thawed enough fromhis chilled state to unlock the door. “Well,” snickered the point guard, “thatwas unexpected. Shall we decamp at Shin-chan’s house and get some homeworkdone?”

“You cannot invite yourself over, nanodayo,” Midorimasnapped. “You are capable of doing your work without my help.”

You hid a smile and slowly inched closer. “Shintarou,” yousaid quietly, “just this once, give in to Takao? I could use some help too.”You tilted your head and looked at him with limpid eyes.

He didn’t last long. “Very well,” he grumbled. “You can stayfor a short while. But no more of those inappropriate statements, nanodayo.”

You silently fist-bumped Takao and followed Midorima to hisroom, waving at his sister on the way. This part of the plan was going to takesome more subtlety than before, so you had to wait a while before making anymoves. You sidled closer when Midorima was occupied with a question,positioning yourself just right. Takao was nodding intently, also slowlyinching nearer.

“…and then you substitute the value of x here to get thesolution,” Midorima finished, pushing up his glasses.

“Mhmm. So, Shin-chan, I have one more question.” You tensed,sensing an opening.

Midorima glanced at him with an expression of forbearance. “Whatis it?”

“How ticklish are you?”

“What does that have to do with-“ Midorima huffed as you andTakao tackled him to the bed. Before he could protest, the two of you put in aconsiderable amount of energy finding sensitive spots. He flinched when yourfingers brushed over his stomach.

“Aha, Shintarou, are you ticklish here?” You wiggled yourfingers over his abs, delighted when his face turned pink. “That’s kind ofcute.”

“Stop- this is not acceptable, I- WHERE ARE YOU TOUCHING,TAKAO?”

Takao raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Whoops,my bad. But sheesh, anyone else would have caved by now. Is it not in your DNAto laugh, Shin-chan?”

Midorima sat up, hair in disarray and glasses askew. “Thatwould imply there was something humorous about the situation,” he gritted out, “whichis not the case.” He shot you a look of pure murder. “Why are you encouraging him,nanodayo?”

You petted his hair back into place. “Sorry, I couldn’tresist the idea of tickling you. I’d never done it before.” You kissed hischeek in apology, and he turned red again.

Takao looked up as the door opened and Midorima’s little sisterwalked in. She marched forward with a determined expression and a textbook infront of her face. “Nii-san, I don’t get this. Help me.” She scowled when Takaoruffled her hair affectionately.

Midorima adjusted his glasses and peered at the book. “Ah,this is…” You exchanged a glance with Takao while he was occupied. Your cousinshrugged in defeat and sighed. You pursed your lips and gave him an “I told youso” look.

Takao went back to looking the younger girl’s textbook. “Ah,have you heard what the one about the neutron in the bar?”

She gave him a puzzled look. He grinned unrepentantly. “A neutronwalks into a bar and asks how much it is for a drink. The bartender says, “Foryou, no charge.””

The little girl stared at him until realization dawned. “Ohhh,I get it now.”

Your head whipped around at a choked sound. Midorima’s facewas half-hidden by his hand, and he seemed to be hunched over. Your eyesnarrowed with suspicion. “Hey Takao, you know why I don’t trust atoms?”

Takao was watching Midorima with hawk-like concentration. Hesmirked. “No idea, ___-chan.”

“Because they make up everything.” You almost pumped a fistin victory as Midorima bent over even further, shoulders shaking.

Takao looked like a predator about to corner its prey. “I’dhave told you more chemistry puns, but I didn’t think they’d get a reaction.”

The both of you sat back in amazement at the sound ofMidorima’s helpless laugh. It was restrained, like everything else about him,but so out of character that it was equivalent of someone else dancing barefootin the streets. His laugh was warm and rich, dappled with melodic timbre like hueson polished wood. He tried to muffle a surprisingly boyish chuckle, amusementquirking up the corner of his mouth. You wanted to trap the sound in a musicbox and play it over and over to keep the feeling of shimmering joy.

“Shin-chan,” Takao breathed in wonder, “you’re such a nerd.I should have known.”

You sort of agreed, but at the same time you wanted to flingTakao out of a window when Midorima stopped laughing and straightened with ablush. “Nonsense, Takao. Go back to your work or go home, nanodayo.”

You nodded in agreement. “Let’s stop, Takao. It’s like thetime two blood cells fell in love. It’s all in vein.”

Midorima’s eyes widened a split second before he made astrangled noise and started laughing again, gasping for air. You shot an archlook at Takao.  “I win.”

Which is how you ended up with free drinks for a month.

[lovecrimers]

In depth analysis on Destiel [S6-S7]

6x03: Sam mentions that Castiel never answers when he prays to him and that Dean should try because Castiel always comes for him. Dean tries it and LO AND BEHOLD.

6x03: Castiel tells Sam the and Dean Share a more profound bond in a voice that kind of says “Yeah. Dean and I are MORE than friends” lol

6x03: When other people point  out the "profound bond" that Dean and Castiel share, Dean always goes quiet & never denies it.

6x05: The boys hit up a bar and while they’re there, there’s a shot of a tall sandy haired guy kissing a short dark haired man. #subtext

6x05: Souless!Sam doesn’t give a flying fudge & Dean keeps looking nervously over at Sam as if trying to see if he has a reaction towards gay folks. Maybe he’s been wanting brotherly approval????hmmmmm

6x06: Castiel appears after Dean mentions a divine weapon but it turns out he wants to talk more about Sam. Castiel acts like he doesn’t care but he eventually folds & tells Dean he will help with Sam too. He can’t stand to see Dean upset 

6x10: Castiel & Meg make out and the look on Dean’s face is pretty much the textbook example of “what the fuck” and jealousy combined.

6x10: The infamous “pizza man” scene where Castiel watches porn in the room with Sam & Dean present. Sam is mostly amused while Dean is visibly flustered.

6x10: Dean points out that Castiel has a boner. How would you know unless you were lookin? HUH DEAN?

6x10: Castiel says he is losing the war in heaven and would much rather be on earth with Dean.

6x15:  The term "French Mistake" refers to a straight guy having a gay sexual encounter he later regrets. Nuff said.

6x15:  Balthazar tells the Winchesters that Raphael is trying to kill “Cassie” and his allies. When he mentions Castiel is currently hiding, Dean looks relieved.

6x15: In the French Mistake universe, Dean immediately prays to Castiel and lo and behold, Misha Collins shows up.

6x15: Dean seems offended at everyone’s real names on set, particularly focusing on Misha. (Excuse me while I melt over Cockles)

6x17: Dean is open about lamenting the fact that he can’t have Castiel constantly by his side anymore and he gets bitchy about it.

6x17: When Castiel admits he’s not doing very well, Dean instantly stops being a jerk and starts cutting him slack & “mother hen-ing” Castiel.

6x17: He once again admits he’d rather be with Sam & Dean than fulfilling his heavenly duties.

6x17:  Castiel has Balthazar sink the Titanic again to save Dean and Sam from Fate.

6x17: Let’s not forget this whole thing -  "I'm sorry, you have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trenchcoat who's in love with you?"

6x18: Dean prays to Castiel but an another angel shows up. Dean is visibly let down.

6x18: Castiel shows up shortly after and dismisses the other angel. It’s almost as if Castiel doesn’t trust other angels around his PRECIOUS Dean

6x18: Rachel is unhappy that Castiel is more worried about Dean and Sam than Raphael and she tries to kill him. Where does Castiel go? The only place he knows where there’s safety with the boys - Bobby’s.

6x18: Castiel resorts to DESPERATE measures of touching Bobby’s soul to be able to save Dean & Sam from the past even though he is terribly hurt.

6x19: Everyone is teasing him and giving Dean a hard time about how Castiel only loves him and Dean gets visibly flustered over it.

6x19: THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE. Dean is arguing that he shouldn’t have to be the one to call Castiel and says “It’s not like Cass lives in my ass”

6x19: Naturally, Castiel appears immediately after, right behind Dean. Prompting him to yell “CASS GET OUT OF MY ASS”. Castiel response with a confused “I was never in your......” Do I sense some longing maybe????

6x19: When Dean has to leave, Castiel pleads with Dean to stay and help him. This is emotion we rarely see in Castiel - and when we see it, it is only directed towards Dean

6x19: Followed by some intense eye sex

6x19: The music playing in the background as Castiel longingly watches Dean leave does nothing but solidify romance tropes.

6x20: This whole episode is a destiel shippers dream.

6x20: Dean absolutely refuses to believe Castiel is working with Crowley.

6x20: Castiel spies on Dean and shoots him a long heartbreaking, mournful look.

6x20: In the context of what goes on during this episode, Crowley is pretty much “the other woman”compared to Dean and that’s why Dean takes it so PERSONAL when he finds out.

6x20: Castiel responds with the “let me explain” which is a trope for when lovers are caught cheating/being unfaithful. Hmmm I wonder.

6x20: Earlier in the episode Castiel talks to Crowley and the song Me and Mrs. Jones is playing in the background. That song is about cheating.

6x20: When Bobby, Sam & Dean are talking about Castiel going darkside, Castiel is compared to being Superman going darkside and Dean compares himself to Lois Lane. *Screaming SUBBBBTEXXXT*

6x20: When Dean turns back to look at Castiel one last time, he looks like he is about to cry.

6x21: Even though this is an episode involving Lisa, it plays out like a breakup between Dean and Castiel.

6x21: Although Dean does worry about Lisa and Ben, it’s clear that Castiel comes first to him.

6x21: Castiel rebelling against heaven is due 100 percent to Castiel caring about Dean. This has been confirmed by both the writers and Misha collins. 

6x21: In the same vein, Castiel working with Crowley was 100% fueled by Castiel not wanting to trouble Dean with asking for help. He decided to work with Crowley to not put Dean through any unnecessary stress.

6x22:  Dean is worried that Castiel's power is affecting his mind and that he could "kill us all." He reminds Castiel that he is family and tells him that he doesn't want to lose him.

6x22:  Castiel says that he has no family anymore and Dean looks visibly distraught in so many ways.

6x22: When Castiel announced himself to be the new God. Both Sam and Dean look on in horror but Dean’s face holds noticeable differences. You can see the heartbreak on it.

7x01: Castiel admits straight off the bat that the ONLY reason he became Godstiel is because he wanted to earn Dean’s love. “What’s the point if you don’t mean it? You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear”

7x01: THE FIRST THING CASTIEL DOES WHEN HE BECOMES GOD IS KILL A PRIEST WHO WAS BASHING HOMOSEXUALITY.

7x01: “You’re wrong, I am utterly indifferent to sexual orientation”

7x01: Dean is watching a news report about the incident and he clenches his jaw and gets angry when a lady calls godstiel sexy. Dean turns off the tv in a jealous huff.

7x01: During the ritual to return souls to purgatory, Castiel starts to fall and Dean is immediately to catch his husband.

7x01: When the portal to purgatory opens, Castiel turns to Dean and says “I’m, Sorry Dean” with a look of pure regret and anguish on his face

7x01: When Castiel survives, he admits he didn’t expect to. castiel had chosen to not say goodbye so the last thing he said before he died was dean’s name.

7x01: Dean thinks Castiel is dead and is completely crushed.

7x01: When Castiel turns out to still be alive, the look of pure joy on Dean’s face is incredible.

7x01: Castiel says he will redeem himself to Dean and Dean simply responds with “one thing at a time” - were it anybody else, Dean would have killed them right then and there for surviving.

7x01: When the Leviathan overpower Castiel and tell Dean Castiel is dead, Dean collapses in misery and heartbreak.

7x01: Leviathan!Cas pulls Dean close and their faces are just inches apart, the whole time, he is staring at Dean’s lips.

7x01: (In a later episode, a Leviathan tells Dean they knew everything Castiel knew....maybe that’s why Leviathan!cas was staring at Dean’s lips??? They knew he was in lurrrvvvee with Dean)

7x02: Castiel explodes under water, leaving only his trenchcoat. Dean longingly picks up the trench, folds it, and takes it with him *cries* 

7x02: He folds it the same way flags for dead soldiers are folded.

7x02: Bobby points out that the bond Castiel & Dean had was strong and kind of leaves what they “had” open to interpretation.

7x03: Dean sees Sam/Amy as a direct parallel to Cas/Dean which is  a relationship between a supernatural being and a Winchester boy who fell in love with them when he was too stupid not to. 

7x03: Dean thinks Cas betrayed him, and that he should have killed Cas when he had the chance, and he projects that guilt onto Sam and Amy. Killing Amy is basically Dean trying to do it right this time

7x04: Dean has to pretty much fight with himself to convince himself to go through with his first one night stand in a long time. Now that his husband is gone, he’s trying to play the field again

7x05: Parallel to the Sam/Dean relationship, there's some notes of Dean/Cas. “Obviously you two are capable of wiping each other out, right? But you haven’t, huh? Which means, that you two, you still value… whatever it is you’ve got. And you want to keep that dance going.”

7x06: The radio plays “all out of love” and Sam goes to change it, Dean leaves it on and starts singing for a long while. He looks mournful. As if he’s mourning losing his love.

7x07:  “ Ever since Cas, I'm having a hard time trusting anybody.”

7x07: The episode ends with a shot of Castiel’s trenchcoat riding in the back seat of the impala with them - right next to a pony that has wings...

7x08: The drugged turducken slammer is suggestive to dean’s psyche and allows him to speak what’s on his mind and has been bothering him.

7x08: He finally admits what hurts him on the inside “Are you kidding? I’m fine! I — I actually feel great. The best I’ve felt in a couple months. Cas? Black goo? I don’t even care anymore. And you know what’s even better? I don’t care that I don’t care”

7x08: You would think what was bothering him was Castiel’s betrayal, or Castiel becoming god, or Sam’s mental problems, or the Leviathan but NOPE. Castiel’s death was it.

7x17: Emmanuel!Cas doesn’t care that a demon just held his wife captive, all he cares about is Dean even though he doesn’t remember him. He can’t stop staring at Dean.

7x17: Emmanuel asks Dean if he was the one who betrayed them and Dean looks like this but doesn’t answer.

7x17: Later on in the episode, Castiel regains his memory and the whole scene looks and sounds like a fan slash video lol

7x17: during the whole flashback scene, ALL CASTIEL REMEMBERS is things involving Dean.

7x17: “I remember you. I remember everything” While looking straight at Dean.

7x17: Dean still had Castiel’s trench coat despite having changed cars up to 7 times since Castiel exploded in the river. He never washed it. It’s like he wanted to keep Castiel’s scent on it. 

7x17: He gives it back to his husband and follows up with “ "part of me always believed you'd come back.” *sobbing ugly tears*

7x21: “ The Angels, they don’t care. I think maybe they just don’t have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just breaks them apart.” and he looks off in the distance looking sad. Maybe he’s projecting what he felt about Castiel when Castiel tries to feel/do good?

7x23: Meg tells Dean that Castiel was his boyfriend first lol.

7x23: Dean says “ Dude, on my car, he showed up naked, covered in bees.” when talking about how nutty Castiel is and Sam says he’s not sorry he missed that. Dean only shrugs.

7x23: Castiel asks Dean if he looks like good to him and there’s an awkward pause as if Dean wants to say yes.

7x23: Castiel says he no longer condones violence but when Dick attacks Dean, Castiel gets protective and throws Dick across the room to protect Dean.

7x23: He draws attention to himself when Hester zeroes in on Dean

7x23: When they’re trapped in purgatory during the ending, it very heavily implies that they’re going to have to depend on each other to survive and there’s a lot of contextual subtext in that small scene.

i got a lot of this from tvtropes. I think there was a lot of stuff that hadnt been touched on, little things and I mentioned them here because im overly analytical of anything involving destiel and always looking for subtext lol.

Here’s Part 1 (In Depth Analysis on Destiel [S4 & S5)

Part 3 about season 8 & 9 coming soon.