#FUCK YES SHES GETTING BBQ TONIGHT

[lilitophidian]

@radiomurdeer ;

In his head he knows they're separate people. Both gave bloody birth to a monster, baby screaming as it drew its first breaths. Dreams were potent; only the fewest traces of the one who birthed him remain untainted, Lilith corrupting each memory, corroding the edges and filling the gaps in with herself.

The day to celebrate motherhood and femininity belongs to her just as much as any other. Something sick stirring within him as he cut his arm, offering himself once more to draw her attention. A bouquet of flowers - handpicked, he'd had to travel quite far for some - and then her other gift. He knew her tastes by now; small baby boy sleeping peacefully, wrapped in bloody swaddling. Others gave their mother clothes, a commercial affair that felt so very trite and unipersonal. And a bit useless, given she could conjure what she desired.

Cradle formed from the ribs of a slain doe, splattered over the asphalt as files circled and nibbled into rotten flesh. They would lay eggs in the heated mush, causing maggots to fester in putrid birth.

A crisp picture shows the monster released in slimy fluids hung in red room, his actual benefactor blinded and killed. Had she truly given him all he wanted? The ones he actually required in life?

It was certainly insufficient if he was present right now in lieu of she.

Shadows would cloak two mortals as hands went straight for the newborn, the rock in arms as she smiled from ear to ear.

" My...My...What a pleasant surprise you have provided for me today. "

Mist would entwine, forcing the blooms to fade in acceptance. The initial bloom of the bouquet is taken into consideration.

ONE WOULD NEVER BRING THEMSELVES TO RID OF SUCH EVEN WHEN DECAYED.

As a result, the flick of such to cleanliness of his fluid seeping. The healing of magical nurses to let his wounds blend in with wildflowers in the abyss.

" You know... It is critical that men pay attention to what women appreciate. The tastes. The interests. Oh....You are just full of surprises, aren't you, Alastor? "

Glee was showered with accolades as she brushed her claw across the sleeping bundle's nose.

" You are aware of what I do with children, right? They are as....Sweet as cherubs...This one? Oh, I am sure he would grow up to be someone with similar tendencies to your father. He smells opulent. "

Now, little fingers would touch her lips. The threat will gradually become apparent. Could he manage such a situation?

[madelynraemunson]

i need to know if we ever get jealous of eddie’s said short lived relationships. do we ever try to sabotage them? or are we the type to try and get along with them and thats when they’re like “oh no you two need to be together?”

(i know the answer in my heart but i want to hear what you think lol)

ex husband!eddie x reader

whaaat? sabotage eddie's relationships? 😵 that's diabolical. why on earth would we do that?

that one time we showed up to his house wearing a sundress after months of wearing sweats was TOTALLY unplanned! we had a date, after all.

and that one time we were dancing with eddie at the family bbq, rocking out to all our favorite songs like careless teenagers right in front of girlfriend #3 was all a ploy by our kiddos! right, kids? right? we do everything for the kids. they love seeing their parents happy and getting along. right, kids?

and are you really still on about the day of eli's talent show?? 🤦🏻‍♀️ we only asked girlfriend #9 to take a family photo of us because she was the only one that was around. that's all 😇 and she shouldn't be mad at us! eli LOVES taking pics with mommy and daddy. who is she to get in the way of a family, especially when kids are involved 🤨😤 (also, we didn't MAKE eddie place his hand where he did in the pictures. he literally did it by himself, on his own terms.)💋

...okay, bunnie you got me! we know damn well what we're doing 😅 but quite frankly, so does eddie.

you've got a date with david tonight. in fact, eddie knows was nice enough to house sit for you and help the kids with homework. an innocent, sweet little gesture. right?

you and david are watching a movie on his couch and things are getting steamy really fast. david is about to kiss you when...

RING! RING!

you pull away immediately. checking your phone to see who it is, you realize,

"it's my ex husband, that fucker. the house better be burning down." you go to answer it. "yes?"

“hey, sweetheart, this is eddie...the banished." he greets you. “i can't seem to find the measuring tape and was wondering if you knew where it was."

you're unsure as to why he would even need measuring tape. regardless, you reply,

"it's in with drawer of miscellaneous stuff. the one by the kitchen sink.”

"ahh, that's right. found it. thanks, babe."

but that's not the only useless call of the night. as your date with david continues, the calls keep coming through in seemingly calculated intervals. at the worst possible times. with the most irrelevant fucking questions.

“i can't find the baking soda." “where do you keep the batteries? the c batteries not the double As." "hey, just a heads up, you might wanna call somebody for this pipe." "what's the wifi password again?"

"EMUNSON1986!" you hiss. "the year you graduated high school."

"aww, really?" eddie coos. "that's endearing. thanks baby."

eventually after an hour, the calls stop. you and david were able to finish the movie, and get back to that steamy interaction before you were spammed mercilessly. david is now fiddling with your straps as you two are kissing, his available hand grazing your lower back, breath hitching when —

RING! RING!

"jesus h CHRIST!" you howl. "it's midnight for god's sake. this better be important. HELLO?”

"sorry," eddie mumbles on the other line. "remind me, i'm looking at your snake plant and was wondering how often these guys need watering? they look a little parched."

"once a day and i already did it," you say through gritted teeth.

"it's a new day, should they be watered again?"

"don't worry about it, eds."

"i always worry, sweetheart.”

david happens to hear this. giving you a side eye now, your date watches as you stay on the line with eddie for a couple of minutes. finally, you get eddie to agree to stop calling, which fills you with relief when you hang up the phone. your eyes then travel back to david, whom you begin to bat your flirty lashes at.

"now." you say. "where were we?"

"you should probably go home," david huffs. "looks like the fort still needs holding down."

you're seeing absolute red now. you are seething. that motherfucker.

your drive home is an angry, and sexually frustrated one. you can't believe eddie would sabotage your date like this, your only fun night out this week. he's in for it now.

"date ended early sweetheart?" eddie pouts at you the moment you walk into your house.

"bedroom," you order. "now."

tagging peeps who seemed interested in this lil universe! as always thank you for reading 💋

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divider by: @cafekitsune

[sugarushwriting]

reuniting with exotic dancer lee minho aka cat daddy

minho x reader

adult content featured, read at your own discretion

you watched him from afar in the club, not wanting to be a distraction. you wanted to see minho at work, in his element.

you knew if he saw you, you wouldn’t had been able to see him do his job. he’d want to immediately drag you to the back and have his way with you.

and you’d let him.

hips rolling, tongue out, he was feeling himself. and minho was a damn good dancer too.

it’s been only two weeks since your friends brought you here for the first time. two weeks, your mind consumed by lee minho.

cat daddy. an exotic dancer. a male stripper. you had no shame, but what would your parents say?

your eyes twitched as minho took the twizzler from a girl’s mouth whom he was dancing for. she blushed clapping her hands.

but minho didn’t have that twinkle in his eyes like he did when he saw you.

you crossed your legs in anticipation of him noticing you. just a look from him alone can get you to cry a river down below.

you came 2 hours away, no plan, no where to stay, just your bag and mind clouded with images of minho.

your heart raced when minho found you sitting at the bar. he stood up from finishing a dance for a woman, eyes found yours and immediately locked in.

with a smirk, he said goodbye to the women, and stalked towards you.

no words shared he grabbed your hand and led you to the back. same room from last time. once the door shut behind him, he took off the ears, pushing you against the door and kissed you.

your hands wrapped around his neck, his left hand going down to pick up your right leg from under your knee.

the kiss was insane, full of need between you two. “fuck, i missed you kitten.” minho whispered against your lips, before trailing his own lips down your neck, to your exposed shoulder.

you moaned in response, a smile playing on your lips. “i’ve missed you too, cat daddy.” you teased, minho gripping your ass in response.

nose to nose, minho kissed you once more, before walking backwards, tugging you along. he sat on the bed, and pulled you down to straddle his lap.

“what brings you here?” minho asked, loving your scent. he smiled up at you, his fingers teasing at your hips.

“i told you i missed you.” you sighed kissing his lips. “just wanna be near you again.”

“mhm, i get off in twenty minutes , think you can wait that long for me?”

you nodded. “yes.”

“you can stay here and wait—,”

you shook your head with a pout. “i want to watch you work.” you smiled shyly, playing with the tie he wore tonight.

minho smiled proudly. “of course. but don’t get jealous, okay? just doing my job.” he flicked your nose.

“pft,” you scoffed, “never.”

that was a complete and utter lie. soon as you went back out there, minho had one more table to dance for and the lady was not keeping her hands to herself.

her friends egging her on with cheers. minho was being his professional and polite self, allowing it. but you wasn’t going to allow it.

sneaking off, you found a guard and pointed towards the table. from what you read online about this place, the owner was a woman and she took her employees safety and comfort seriously.

you smiled as the table got scolded from the guard, stating touching the dancers were not allowed unless it was a private dance.

minho finished his work, his eyes meeting yours with a toying smile of his own. you weren’t slick of what you had done, but minho wasn’t going to complain.

he nodded towards the back once again, you grabbing your bag to follow him.

“let me go to the dressing room and change. stay here and behave?”

you nodded, following his instructions. he came back out just a few minutes later, dressed in jeans, a dark tee, and a hat sitting backwards on his head.

“you even look handsome in everyday clothes.” you groaned, minho laughing.

“where do you want to go kitten?”

“it’s kinda late, but i’m hungry.”

“i know a good bbq place.” minho grabbed your hand, leading you off.

at the bbq place, you and minho laughed and joked with one another, while he also talked about how became an exotic dancer.

basically it was a bet between he and his friends, he lost, got the job, and ended up loving it.

“is stripping your only job?” you asked, taking a bite of your food.

minho looked at you like he wanted to bite your head off. “dancing.” he corrected and you giggled.

“sorry sir. i mean is dancing your only job?” you teased.

minho laughed, a smirk playing on his lips at you calling him sir. “im a dancer at night and during the day.”

your eyes widened. “you dance during the day?”

“not the same dancing i do at the club.” minho explained as he ate, “i teach different dance classes. occasionally teaching boxing classes as well.”

“where?”

“my friend owns a gym. he works hard to keep kids off the street and occupied.”

you smiled at the twinkle in minho’s eyes. he also explained how he has three cats, all living with his family back home, and that’s where he got ‘cat daddy’ from, a collaboration of his friend bang chan suggesting it.

“oh, so that’s where the name came from.”

“where else could it come from?” he asked, serious.

“oh, uh, well,” you stumbled out, “me and my friends thought it meant something more, mhm, dirty.” you quieted down at the last part.

minho raised his eyebrow and then began laughing in his high pitch giggle. “kitten no. that is not how i got my stage name.”

your face got hot thinking about sana’s innuendo two weeks ago.

“what’s gotten you so flustered?”

you shook your head. “no—nothing. the bbq just starting to get to me.” you lied.

minho smiled at you, loving the way you get so flustered easily. you both finished the dinner in about two hours, just enjoying talking and time together.

“mhm ready to go?” minho asked after paying the bill. you nodded with a smile, knowing what could possibly come next.

︶꒦꒷♡���꒦︶

imagine, you on all fours on minho’s bed. your wrists tied together, then tied to his bed frame. your legs spread behind you. you leaned down on your elbows, your arms becoming sore.

“did i say to lay down?” minho asked deeply.

“minho, my arms are tired.” you huffed. and so is your ass, you thought.

“i don’t care.” he bit out. “do as i say kitten.”

you obliged, back to raising on your palms, your wrists becoming sore from being tied.

another slap came to your ass cheeks, probably already burning red against your skin. you screamed out, hoping none of minho’s neighbors or roommates heard you.

although he claimed his roommates were gone for the night, you didn’t believe him. knowing minho just a bit, he was probably even more excited to have his roommates hear you.

“please minho,” you begged.

“please what, kitten?”

“please fuck me. i missed you.” you continued to beg. pleading. the fact he still hasn’t touched you, tortured you.

his fingers plunged into your wet cunt, turned on from the spankings you received. in and out he thrusted, not being too gentle, but making sure not to cause you any pain either.

“so wet from only spankings, kitten? how naughty.” minho teased.

“minho, now is not the time to tease.” you groaned. you were sweaty, horny, needy, and irritated from being horny and needy.

“fine.” minho stated. what you couldn’t see is his smirk on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief. you were so drowned out from need, you hadn’t heard his movement.

you didn’t know his plan until his dick was buried in you, no warning, no easing into it, just full force.

“well that shut you up.” minho chuckled. you gripped the comforter in immense pleasure and relief. it was an awkward position as your wrists were still tied together the frame.

“please untie the wrists minho. please.”

he did. no argument. instead, after he untied, he pulled your wrists together in one of his hands behind your back and began pounding you ruthlessly from behind.

“missed you too kitten.”

[justagalwhowrites]

New in Town - Ch. 4: First Cookout

Sarah invites you to Joel's place to celebrate the last night she's in town. A continuation of New in Town chapters 1-3 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Best Friend's Dad!Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Smut. Because obviously smut. It's these two, they fuck. No use of Y/N. Age gap (reader is 35 Joel is 47, not a focus of the fic). Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 5.8k

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“And this is going to be your desk,” you smiled, excited but keeping your voice down. Sarah made a quiet squeal back at you. “See, I can see you from my desk so you can make faces at me while I’m dealing with the boring accounts people. I’m manifesting it, I swear I am.” 

“I’m seriously about to make a fucking moodboard if it’ll help,” she sat on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge. “I miss Austin. I didn’t think I’d miss it this much but I really do. Seattle was way more fun when you were there, now all I do is try to convince myself that my job is totally worth the 500 days of rain we get every year.”

You laughed.

“Something tells me it’s not quite that many.” 

“Feels like that many,” she rolled her eyes. “Now please. I need BBQ.” 

You shook your head and laughed before heading to the elevators to go to lunch with your best friend. 

Joel had texted you a warning with his usual good morning text that day. 

“Good morning, Beautiful,” he wrote. “Really miss feeling you right before I fall asleep. Please tell me you’re not busy tomorrow night. Heads up, expect Sarah to drop in on you today. I have to be at a site for a few hours and she mentioned stopping by your office. She’ll probably invite you to the cookout we’re having tonight - up to you if you want to come.” 

You frowned when you read it. “Up to you if you want to come.” What the fuck did that mean? 

“Miss feeling you too,” you added a heart emoji. “Only plans I have for tomorrow night involve you ripping my clothes off.” 

You rapped your nails against your phone, waiting to see if he’d text back before you started getting ready for the day but he didn’t. You sighed. He probably had to be on site early and couldn’t use his phone. 

“Goddammit,” you muttered, putting your face in your pillow and groaning. How were you supposed to navigate this? 

Did Joel want you to come but was trying to keep the pressure off? Did he not want you anywhere near him when Sarah was in town? 

Yes, he’d spent a fair bit of time fucking your brains out over the past few weeks but, in reality, he wasn’t anything to you. He was a guy you’d gone out with once, he wasn’t your boyfriend, he didn’t have to invite you over for anything let alone something that might make him feel uncomfortable because you were friends with his kid. Even though, to you, he felt like so much more than some guy you were fucking. So, so much more. 

And also your best friend’s dad. 

Because fate was a cruel, cruel thing. 

You checked your phone every few minutes as you got ready for work but the messages sat on delivered. You sighed and resisted the urge to text again and just kept checking your phone every few minutes in your office, too. 

“Wouldn’t argue with some help in the clothing removal department,” he wrote. “I’m going to want you naked fast. Requesting something with easy access so I can get inside you ASAP.” 

You smiled and shook your head a little. 

“Still warm enough for a sundress,” you sent a winky face emoji with that and briefly considered going to the bathroom to take a selfie that involved an unprofessional amount of cleavage. 

“Jesus Christ,” he sent back. “Pull me in a restroom wearing one of those and we’re not stopping at you humping my leg.” 

“Counting on it,” you wrote, smiling a little wider before deciding to just bite the bullet. “Did you want me to go tonight? If Sarah asks?” 

“What’s go you smiling so big?” 

You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw Sarah leaning against the doorframe to your office. 

“Good lord, girl, we gotta put a bell on you,” you smiled anyway, being sure to lock your phone before getting up to hug her. “What are you doing here?” 

“My dad had some client issue so I figure I’d come visit my bestie,” she gave you a squeeze before stepping back from you. “Plus I’m dying to see where I’m going to commute to every day once they finally let me come here.” 

Sarah picked the restaurant, a BBQ place that wasn’t far from your office and only offered wooden picnic tables sitting under a rusted metal awning for seating. 

“Oh this is going to be good shit,” you said, taking a deep breath, the smell of smoked meat heavy on the air. “I can tell.” 

“Knew you’d love this place,” she smiled. “Kind of surprised my dad hasn’t taken you here already, actually.” 

You froze for half a second before regaining your composure. 

“We’ve only gone out the one time since the first time we met up,” you shrugged. “Can’t exactly show me the entire city in that time.” 

The two of you got in line, the place starting to get crowded now that it was pushing noon. 

“I know,” she rolled her eyes. “I just really thought you guys would hit it off I guess.” 

Well you’d definitely done that. 

“Does it really bother you that I’m not hitting the town with your dad more?” You asked, teasing. 

“Kind of, actually,” she laughed. “You know those stupid TV episodes they do where the cast of one show goes on another show?” 

“The crossover ones?” You frowned.” 

“Right,” she nodded. The line moved and the two of you stepped forward. “This was like… my real life crossover episode and it just kinda flopped. Like my two favorite characters finally were in the same place and just didn’t have the chemistry for good TV.” 

Yeah, chemistry? Not your issue with Joel. 

“I’ll be sure to lodge your complaint with the writers,” you said dryly. “Tell them to get their shit together.” 

You talked Sarah into ordering the meats you didn’t so you could try at least a bite of everything and you were almost uncomfortably full when you dropped your final wet napkin on the butcher paper covered tray in front of you. 

“Oh, hey, meant to ask you before,” she said, polishing off her Dr. Pepper. “Did you have any plans tonight? My dad caved and is grilling out. My Uncle Tommy is coming over, his wife Maria, a few neighbors who have known me since I was in diapers and who can tell you every embarrassing thing I’ve ever done…” 

“I don’t think they can tell me about the time you got drunk at karaoke night and tried to take the mic from that guy who was making an ass of himself,” you smirked. 

Sarah groaned, throwing her head back and laughing.

“Oh my God, I forgot about that!”

You laughed, too, and took a second to check your phone to see if Joel had gotten back to you. 

He had. 

“Love for you to come,” he wrote. “Just going to be hell keeping my hands to myself all night. But would rather do that than not see you.” 

You smiled a little and put your phone down. 

“Yeah, I’ll come,” you said. “Just tell me what I can bring.” 

You were almost giddy by the time you got home. It’s not like you’d seen Joel every day since you’d met him but the option always felt like it was there. You’d only texted a bit since the phone sex Sunday and it felt like it had been eons since you’d gotten to touch him. You wondered if it would be weird if you gave him a hug when Sarah was there. You could get away with a hug, right? 

You pulled out a few outfit options, trying to find something that would make Joel want to check you out but not look like you were trying to get him to check you out. You pulled the shirts out and hung them on your floor length mirror so they were next to each other when you got an idea. 

You stripped out of your work clothes and changed into your favorite matching bra and panty set, standing in front of the mirror with the shirts still hanging on it, arranging yourself so you could see your body between the clothes. You took a picture. 

“Which shirt for tonight?” You typed, sending the picture to Joel. 

He responded while you were jumping into your jeans, the denim tight on your thighs and hips. 

“You’re cruel, you know that right?” He wrote. “I vote green. Feel like you’ll cause less trouble in the green.” 

The green was a little tamer, you supposed. The v-neck wasn’t quite as low, the eyelet lace softer and almost girlish. You smiled a little. 

“You’re right,” you wrote back. “Black it is.” 

Black was a wrap top, with a deeper v-neck, something that would highlight your curves even more. And give Joel easy access.

“You’re a menace,” he texted. 

“I know :)” 

You got dressed and stopped by HEB on your way over, picking up a dozen bottles of Shiner. You’d had to consciously toe the line of trying without trying too hard and you stomach was in knots as you walked up to his front door. What if your hair or your makeup or your shoes or the tightness of your jeans screamed “I’m fucking the man who lives in this house”? 

But you took a deep breath and rang the doorbell anyway. It didn’t take long for it Sarah to rip it open with a squeal, pulling you inside. 

“I’m so glad you came!” She said, jumping a little as she pulled away from you. “This is going to be so much fun, I promise. See, we’re going to do shit like this all the time when I move down here. We gotta manifest it, girl, I’m telling you. It’s even more fun when it’s summer and people want to swim because getting drunk in a pool that’s not open to every other idiot in your apartment complex is seriously the best pass time.” 

“I can only imagine,” you smiled. “And, I brought beer!” 

You held up the six packs just as Joel went rushing past, on his way to the kitchen. But he doubled back and stopped, a slow smile spreading across his face as he looked you up and down from over Sarah’s shoulder. You smirked just a little and he shook his head slightly, smiling. 

“Good to see you,” he said, stepping around Sarah for a somewhat awkward hug. He lowered his voice, his lips next to your ear, speaking so softly you could barely hear him. “Menace.” 

He stepped back and you smiled wider. 

“Good to see you, too.” 

Joel took the beers from your hands and his eyes lingered a little too long on your chest - not that you were arguing. 

“Come on,” Sarah slipped her hand into yours. “I want you to meet everybody!” 

She tugged you along behind her to the backyard, you giving Joel an apologetic smirk over your shoulder, people standing in little clusters around the pool. You spotted Joel’s brother immediately, the resemblance hard to miss. He was standing next to a beautiful woman with braids half way down her back, his arm around her waist. You smiled a little. You remembered dropping Sarah off at the airport when she flew down the year before for her uncle’s wedding. 

“Have fun!” You said, putting her duffle bag on her shoulder as your car sat with the emergency flashers on in the loading zone. 

“Yeah, this is going to be a disaster,” she said. “There’s no way they’re making it down the aisle. I haven’t met Maria but it’s Tommy. He’s jumped from woman to woman since before I was born, the day he settles down is the day hell freezes over.” 

When you picked her up again three days later, she had a different story. 

“So did they actually get hitched?” You asked as she flopped heavily into the passenger seat. 

“Holy shit, they did. She is the only woman on the planet who could actually get him to settle down,” she said. “And by some miracle, she wanted to. No accounting for taste with some people…” 

You laughed and headed to your favorite bar to hear all about it. You hadn’t really expected to ever really meet him except maybe in passing at Sarah’s wedding one day. Now you were meeting him in your - boyfriend’s? Fuck buddy’s? Who knows what’s? - backyard. 

“Tommy, Maria!” Sarah called as the two of you worked your way around the pool. “Got someone for you to meet, she’s new in town and in desperate need of social contacts.” 

She made the introductions and Tommy laughed when he heard your name. 

“The infamous best friend,” he smiled, pulling you in for a hug. “She as bad an influence on you as she was on me?” 

“Oh shut up,” she rolled her eyes. 

“She talked me into grand larceny once,” Tommy said, pointing accusingly at Sarah with the beer bottle in his hand. 

“Did she now?” You asked, brows raised. 

“Oh yes,” he nodded, smiling cheekily. “She was seven and Joel said she couldn’t have all her Halloween candy on Halloween…” 

“A crime, really,” she smiled, grabbing Tommy’s beer and taking a drink before giving it back. 

“And she was so cute, these big eyes and her little princess costume and her hair going in about a million different directions…” 

“Yeah, Dad hadn’t figured out how to handle that yet,” she laughed a little. 

“I caved,” Tommy said. “I put up a valiant fight…” 

“You said yes immediately!” Sarah scoffed. “I barely even had to pout…” 

“She was a monster,” Tommy cut her off. “I was at her mercy, I swear!” 

“And then what happened?” Joel asked, joining your little circle with two beers in hand. He wordlessly pressed one into your palm. You smiled a little at him and he brushed his hand down your spine on his way to putting it in his back pocket. “C’mon, you two partners in crime, finish that story. What happened?” 

“Nothing that bad,” Tommy waved him off. 

“Yeah, it was fine,” Sarah said. “No lasting damage…” 

“For you two maybe,” Joel laughed. “I was the one who was up until 3 in the morning washing all her bedding and scrubbin’ the wall of her room because she projectile vomited three pounds of candy like she was starring in the damn Exorcist.” 

You laughed as Sarah and Tommy both tried to downplay it and Maria just lovingly patted her husband’s shoulder, rolling her eyes. While everyone was distracted, you snuck a look at Joel. Just a second to actually look at his face as he laughed and smiled with his family. It was a little unfair, how good looking he was. Somehow both rugged and soft, handsome and beautiful and you had to resist the urge to reach up and twist your fingers in his slightly unruly curls. You looked back at Sarah before anyone said anything and took a sip of beer. 

Sarah got sidetracked talking with Tommy and you took advantage of it, leaning in to whisper in Joel’s ear. 

“You’re really hot,” you said quietly. “Also, I got you a present, it’s in my purse.” 

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows, a devious look on his face. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Not that exciting,” you said. 

“What are you two conspiring about?” Maria asked and you almost flinched as Tommy and Sarah turned their attention to you. 

“Just how to get this one to stop meddlin’,” Joel said smoothly, nodding to his daughter. 

“I do not meddle,” she replied. “I just nudge people in the right direction. Because I’m smarter than them.” 

You got along well with Joel’s brother and sister-in-law. Tommy seemed more like a big brother to Sarah than an uncle, which made sense when they talked about her childhood years. Tommy was six years younger than Joel, just 16 when Sarah came into the world. So while he adored his niece, he wasn’t exactly mature enough to be a parent-like figure. It sounded like he’d helped his brother out a lot but had been more of a friend to Sarah than anything else. 

You liked watching her and Joel with their friends and family, the easy familiarity of it all, the comfort of having history with people. It was something that was missing from your life. 

Sure, you liked your life. You liked it quite a bit, actually. You had a job you enjoyed that paid you good money, you’d lived in some interesting places - Seattle, three years in New York City, an internship in Chicago, even Washington D.C. for a bit - and you could do just about whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. That was the beauty of not having anything to tie you down. The cost just meant not having roots and, sometimes, that hurt. 

Joel disappeared inside at one point and, after taking quick stock of the backyard to make sure no one else was inside with him, you followed. You slipped into the entry and grabbed your purse, pulling out the bag of Fire Sour Patch Kids you’d seen in the candy aisle on your way to grab beer when you stopped at the store earlier that day. 

Joel was in the kitchen cutting vegetables for burger toppings and you climbed on the counter next to the cutting board. He looked up at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to hide his smile while he shook his head. 

“Meant what I said about you bein’ a menace,” he said, his eyes on the knife. “You’re torture. Beautiful torture but torture.” 

“We aim to please,” you smiled, holding out the candy. He frowned for a second, drying his hands on his jeans, before he laughed and took the bag. “Warned you it wasn’t exciting…” 

“This is great, Beautiful,” he leaned in and kissed you lightly, like it was an automatic thing, as though you did this in his kitchen all the time. “Been wantin’ to try these and then I never buy the damn things….” 

“I’ll help you eat them if they suck,” you smiled. “And you can help me eat them if they don’t.” 

He smiled again and moved in front of you, nudging your legs apart so he was standing between your thighs  and he leaned in and kissed you - really kissed you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, his hands sliding up your legs to your waist as he tugged you closer. You draped your arms over his shoulders and pressed yourself against him and savored his touch. Fuck, you’d missed this. It had only been a few days but it felt like an eternity of him being out of reach and it was almost reassuring to feel the way his hands fit against your body even after some time apart. 

“Fuck, you’re trouble,” he was breathless when he pulled away from you, his hands still on your body. “Just couldn’t wear the green, could ya?” 

“And miss out on this?” You teased, running your fingers through his hair. “Never.” 

Sarah sat between the two of you at dinner, the best spot for you and Joel to be in when you thought about it. Next to you was too much temptation, you’d end up touching each other and then not be able to help yourselves and that was bad. 

Across wasn’t great, either, as you’d discovered at dinner the other night. If you could just check each other out the whole night, that wasn’t the safe way to go. Not to mention the opportunities for playing footsie under the table. 

No no, you needed a better way to keep your hands to yourselves and Sarah was a great barrier for that - both literally and metaphorically - and you managed to get through the meal without any big slip ups. Something you were pretty damn proud of, if you did say so yourself. 

You excused yourself to the bathroom as things were in that easy after dinner conversation stage of the evening, everyone pleasantly full and a little drunk, Sarah laughing with a neighbor from down the street whose name you’d forgotten. But when you opened the bathroom door to head back outside, Joel was there, pushing you back into the room and closing the door behind him. 

“Joel!” You hissed, his hands on your waist. 

“You really can’t expect me to wait when you show up lookin’ this damn good,” he growled, boosting you up so you were perched on the edge of the sink. “Everyone’s too busy to even notice we’re gone…” 

His mouth found your neck and your chest as he untied your top, his tongue and teeth ranging over your skin and you couldn’t help but moan at his attention, your body already feeling warm and wanting. Joel stepped back from you a he fully opened your shirt, revealing your body to him as though it were some wondrous thing, moaning as he did. 

“Fuck Beautiful,” his hands trailed up your exposed skin to cup your breasts through your bra. “Ain’t fair how one person can look this damn good…” 

“Had to pull you away from the grill somehow,” you smiled, tugging him back against you and kissing him. He kissed you back, getting more and more desperate as he did. He pulled your breasts free of their cups so he could suck at them and hold them in his large hands, moaning into you. Your hands ran down his body to find his cock hard in his jeans, feeling him through the fabric, desperately wishing you could just rip all his clothes off and get him inside you. 

“Think you can come from just your clit?” He asked, breathless, as he licked and sucked your neck. 

“Yes,” you moaned. “Think you can come from just my hand?” 

“It’d take less than that,” he panted as he opened your jeans and slid his hand inside as best he could, his finger finding your clit quickly. He ghosted over it with his finger, making you squirm and moan. “Fuck, Beautiful, you close already?” 

“Maybe,” you panted as he pressed a little harder against the sensitive nub. You reached down to pull out his cock to start jerking him off but he caught your hand. You whined a little. 

“Not yet,” he kissed back up to your mouth, holding his lips a fraction of an inch away from yours. “Lemme take care of you…” 

He kissed you then, his tongue slipping into you as his finger pressed into your clit. You groaned and rocked your hips on him and you felt him smile against your lips. He started rubbing you in slow, aching circles, adding a little pressure every time around, matching his kiss to the pace of his fingers. You moaned desperately against him and he picked up his pace, working you over until you were gasping into his mouth while you came from his fingers. 

“Fuck,” you panted as Joel slipped his hand from your pants. “How are you so goddamn good at that?” 

“You’re so pretty when you come it’s easy to remember what does it,” he replied, stepping back from you. You slid off the sink but, instead of fixing your bra and closing your shirt, you dropped to your knees and started unzipping his fly. “Baby…” 

“I can be quick,” you said, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you freed his cock. You never really got used to hot big he was - thick, heavy, long. But you’d be fine choking on him if it meant making him come. 

You started by licking his head and he let out a shuddering little moan and you smiled a little, lapping at the dripping pre-come at his slit like he was your favorite flavor of ice cream. Which, he kind of was. Heady and masculine and Joel, knowing that he was dripping because of you made you want him even more. 

Instead of taking the more gradual route, you took him into your mouth and throat all at once, having to swallow around the head of him as he pushed past your gag reflex. His hand flew to your head, fingers twisting in your hair and sinking into the thin layer of flesh over your skull. 

“Oh fuck,” he panted. “Oh my fucking god…..” 

You sucked him and moaned, the vibration of your vocal chords working the tip of him as it was lodged in your throat. You pressed your tongue against the thick vein that ran along the underside of him before you started pulling back, his grip on your head relaxing just enough to let you do it. You worked is cock up and down, sucking and licking and taking him into your mouth until you started to cough. He panted and moaned as you worked him until, eventually, he was clinging to the sink to stay upright. 

“Fuck, please Baby, I need to come,” he groaned. You smiled as much as you could when your mouth was full of his thick cock. “Lemme… can I…” 

You looked up at him, eyes wide, as you slid down him so he was buried in your mouth to the root and you hummed your approval. His hands immediately flew to your head and he started fucking into your mouth. You took it, swallowing past your gag reflex with each deep stroke. He didn’t last long, just a few pumps, before he was spilling into you, moaning quietly as he did. You swallowed it all, his cock so deep in your throat you could barely even taste him as he pumped his come into you. 

“Fuck,” he all but collapsed against the sink and you carefully slid his cock from your mouth and got up, wiping your mouth on the back of your wrist. You adjusted your bra and tied your shirt again. 

“Worth it?” You teased. 

“Jesus Christ woman,” he groaned. “You’re gonna kill me.” 

You smiled and kissed his cheek before you went to leave the bathroom but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back against him to kiss you deep and long. You tried to hide your surprise. Other guys you’d been with weren’t huge on kissing you after you went down on them. Joel didn’t seem to mind. But then, Joel just wasn’t like other men. You smiled as you pulled back from him and he laughed a little. 

“What?” You frowned. 

“We made a mess of your makeup,” he jerked his head toward the mirror, tucking his cock back in his pants as you checked your reflection. Your lipstick had smeared and you laughed a little, too. 

“Good thing I have more in my bag,” you said, grabbing a sheet of toilet paper and cleaning up what you could. “See you back out there?” 

“Once I remember how to walk again,” he teased. 

It was sheer luck that Maria came in to use the bathroom as you adjusted your lipstick in the entryway mirror and not a few minutes earlier and you popped a breath mint so you could think about something besides the fact that the last thing in your mouth had been Joel’s cock when you talked with Sarah. 

You left only about an hour later, giving Sarah a long hug as she walked you to your car. 

“I’ll be back again soon for Thanksgiving,” she smiled, squeezing you tight. “Just manifest with me!” 

“I’m manifesting so hard I might break something,” you smiled back, trying to ignore the knot of guilt in your stomach about hiding something so big from her. 

“And seriously,” she said, stepping back from you. “If you need a friend before I get down here…” 

“Call the whole Miller clan,” you smiled. “I got it.” 

“Good,” she said. “We’ll just make a Miller out of you yet.” 

You tried to ignore how your heart skipped a beat at the thought of that. 

“Sounds good to me.” 

Joel came straight to your place after dropping Sarah off at the airport the next night. You answered the door in a sundress - as promised - expecting to go to dinner. 

Which, in hindsight, was foolish. 

“Fuck,” you said, looking Joel up and down. He had flowers. He was in a plain, dark t-shirt that was tight around his biceps, his jeans hanging just right on his hips. 

“What?” He frowned. 

“Just get in here and let me fuck you,” you said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into your apartment. 

The flowers were quickly abandoned on the breakfast bar in your kitchen as you kissed him, tugging his shirt off and casting it aside before you dragged him to the bedroom. 

“We gotta eat at some point tonight, Baby,” he said between kisses as you shoved him down on the bed. 

“That’s fine,” you panted, stepping out of your panties and casting them aside. “We can do this twice.” 

“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect,” he said, lifting his hips so he could slide his pants down a little and sitting so his back was against your headboard. He started working his cock, already hard in the palm of his hand. You straddled him, the skirt of your dress hiding your dripping pussy and his leaking cock from view. He kept one hand on his cock but the other went to your hips as you lowered yourself toward him until your pussy brushed his thick head. “Oh shit, fuck Beautiful, I need… Fuck, need inside you, I need to be inside you…” 

“I know,” you breathed before sinking onto his cock with a shaking moan. His other hand flew to your waist, too, pulling you down on him so his whole length was sheathed within you. You panted for breath as your body adjusted to the intrusion. “I need you, too.” 

“Fuck,” his head fell back against the headboard. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good every time, s’like I belong in this pussy, like your pussy was made to take this cock.” 

“Made to ride this cock,” you moaned, starting to rise and fall over him with a satisfied groan. Joel somehow hit all the right angles inside you, the thickness of his shaft stretching you deliciously, his head finding the sensitive place deep inside you and pressing against it, making your pussy start to tighten around him. 

“Oh shit,” his grip on you got firmer, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of you. “Want you to come on this cock, Beautiful. Want you to use me to get yourself off, fuck, Baby, make yourself come on my cock…” 

You buried your face in his neck and breathed in his deep, clean, masculine scent and started riding him harder, adjusting your hips so your clit was leaving an obscene, messy streak of your slick up and down his bare stomach. You licked and sucked at his neck as you rode him, fucking down on him hard and fast and grinding your clit against him. As your body tightened, you sat up straighter, pressing your forehead to his own so you could see his face, the liquid heat in you centering around where he was inside you until you came with a desperate moan around him. 

“There we go,” he almost sounded like he was in pain he was so desperate. “Fuck, you come so fuckin’ pretty Baby, so goddamn pretty. Feel so good, coming on my cock, better than anything else, fuck Beautiful, I can’t…” 

Joel took control of your hips then, pumping you up and down his shaft and you tried to help as best you could as you rode out your orgasm. His hips fucked up into you hard and fast until he was emptying himself into you, moaning as he did. 

You collapsed on top of him, panting for breath and he went from holding your hips to wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to him. You stayed like that for a few minutes, your breaths synchronizing as you both came back down from our highs. 

“So,” you said, breathing not quite back to normal yet. “Dinner?” 

He laughed. 

“Dinner.” 

When you fell asleep in Joel’s arms that night, all naked and entwined with him, you were starting to think that you could get used to this. That you wanted to do this all the time, every day. Do all of life’s stupid little things with him, go grocery shopping with him and pay the water bill with him and deal with traffic jams with him. 

You just weren’t sure how to talk about that yet. 

But that was OK. You were getting there, you could tell. 

When Joel kissed you goodbye in the morning, he brushed your hair back from your forehead so he could kiss you there too. 

“Leaving already?” You mumbled. 

“‘Fraid so,” he said softly. “Need to get an early start at the job site. Can I see you tonight?” 

You just hummed in response. He frowned. 

“That’s a yes, I hope,” he said. You nodded and you opened your eyes just enough to see him smile broadly. “I’ll text you. Have a good day, Baby.” 

“You too,” you mumbled into your pillow. 

When you got up an hour later, there was a sticky note on your coffee maker, telling you to check your fridge. Inside was an iced latte from the coffee shop down the street and you smiled so big it was hard to do your makeup as you got ready to go. 

You were still on cloud nine when you were getting ready to take a client to lunch that afternoon, doing a last check of your makeup when you got a call from the reception desk downstairs. 

“Someone’s here for you,” the receptionist sounded skeptical. “I’m not letting him back without you.” 

“No problem,” you laughed. “We’re going off site for lunch, tell him I’ll be down in a minute.” 

You went to the lobby, looking for someone who at least vaguely resembled the headshot from your client’s website when you did a double take. 

The man sitting on the couch in reception smiled when he saw you and your heart sank into your stomach as he headed for you. 

“Hey Angel,” he smiled. 

You couldn’t smile back. 

“Shit.”  

Next Chapter

[deardolli3]

your blog is so cool! could you maybe do some erwin romantic or dadwin headcanons? thank you! 💫

erwin smith relationship hcs

a/n: hi lovie!! im sooo late to this but ofc!! thank you for requesting and ill be more active, i promise, so please request 🩵

• erwin is literally perfect when it comes to having a poker face, like lady gaga wrote the song cause she saw this man😭 you can never tell what he’s feeling but he can read you like a book, just by the way you spoke to him, or the way your eyes shine a different way.

• hes good at reading emotions but bad at comforting you (sorry but!!) and you could be like crying and hes just like

”there there…” 😟😕🙁 while rubbing your back and sighing deeply.

• he strikes me as one of those always on vacation to tropical ass countries guy. like with those hawaiian print shirts unbuttoned and swim pants on, he is so ready to sit on a beach chair while you do god knows what.

• never the type to get drunk and be flirty but he does get tipsy and tries to find you immediately because he wants to talk to you and maybe even dance a little

• take him to family events, THIS MAN GETS DOWNN!! all your aunties and family members can be on him and hes just like “why thank you, yes yes i know. oh wow is that for me?” 😁 and yes he can work them hips

• he doesn’t talk around people alot but with you its a straight yappathon with whatever the hell is on his mind and the topic changes within like two sentences😭

• he tans so easily its INSANE. like okay white boy my culture is not ur costume!!���

• always always always remembers details about you, “why are you hanging out with her tonight i thought WE hated her?” and you gotta give him the new lore cause he not so secretively loves gossip. like okay boy what else you lurking around for😢

• omg he is so fucking funny when hes not trying to be😭 like shit goes down and he says something stupid and everyone’s laughing while hes sighing deeply wondering why they never laugh when he’s trying to be funny.

• sleeps like a rock, like a literal rock next to you, and he won’t ever budge. but if he hears any sudden movement or you hug him he jolts up and looks you dead in the eye like he just got shot😣 fucking dramatic ass LMAOA.

• if you have any kids best believe they’re very well mannered. OMG he goes hunting or fishing or whatever with them and he looks so fine like phewww…

• ladies… this man is not kinky please😭😭 vanilla sex or just no freakiness at all unless you initiate it.

• dates will always be dinner dates, and always so well though out and planned well. he either takes you shopping with all them carrrds or feeds you pasta and lobster. OR he takes you to run errands with him or go fishing/hunting/to a shooting range.

• in terms of pda, he always has a hand around your waist, but the most he can do is kiss you on the forehead to say goodbye or wrap a arm around your shoulder as you walk. and YES, he knows the sidewalk rule so you best be on the right damn side away from the cars.

• this man can bbq but not cook… he was literally trained to be a father/husband😭 you guys definitely have those backyard/patio bbqs.

• never ever wants you to overwork yourself, HELL YOU DONT EVEN NEEDD A JOB WHILE YOURE WITH HIM!! he just needs you to sit at home and look pretty for him when he comes back at night.

• definitely a business man in the modern day world, i would say a sergeant but maybe he retired from that position.

• he would want around three kids!! but whatever you want of course. he loves his kids endlessly and will literally kill for them. they have to learn how to protect themselves, they have to learn how to haggle with people, they have to learn to not be taken advantage of or treated as stupid, and they will pull the “do you know who my father is?” card when someone threatens them😭

• if you ever watched the notebook!! he would literally renovate a whole house for you or build you one and grow old together <33 he would build it however you want it, with a balcony, with a marble kitchen, etc, anything his love wants.

• and yes, he loves unconditionally even if he doesn’t show it so much through words, he will do it through his actions. he’ll get you anything you need even if you don’t ask, from a cup of water to a fucking car. HE WOULD EVEN BUILDDD A CAR FOR YOU??

• he loves you so so so much, and he literally cannot lose you😣 he would die for you, kill for you. he would bathe you in stars and swirl you onto the moon if you wanted, anything that’s possible? he’ll do for you.

HE LOVES YOU!!

— aaaa i hope you liked this!! 🩵

[tabl3]

beginning of a oneshot i'm writing

Oliver let out a blood-curdling shriek. 

The projectile was zipping at his head, at least eighty miles per hour. 

He ducked to avoid it, feeling it sail so close that it grazed his scalp.

“Chase, look out!” Kaz shouted. 

Chase had just entered from the rooftop door, flipping through a book. He snapped up as the volleyball came flying toward him.

It screeched to a halt a centimeter from the tip of his nose, floating there.

Chase nodded to his left, making it shoot back over the net and land on the girls’ side before even Bree could stop it.

“HAH!” Kaz pointed two fingers at Bree and Skylar. “Point!”

“Your first,” Skylar teased, catching the ball when Bree, miffed, tossed it to her. It was a sunny afternoon, bordering on too warm, but with a nice breeze to cut through the heat. Four of the five Elite Force members had decided to go up on the roof, set up the volleyball set that Bree had purchased from a sketchy website a few months ago, and waste the day. Due to their packaged deal philosophy, Kaz and Oliver had chosen each other as a team. What fools they had been. Bree was a devil. A beast. A monster. Evil. Skylar wasn’t much better. The boys were up to forty-nine misses in the half-hour they’d been up there.

Chase rolled his eyes fondly. “Have you guys eaten lately?”

Four nods. 

“Okay, good,” he waved his hand, bringing a package of water bottles from the alcove. One was thrown to each person. The girls caught theirs. Oliver again ducked under his. Kaz’s smacked him in the face. “Oliver, Kaz, watch the temperature. Don’t overheat.”

“Yes, Mom,” they echoed.

“Bree, Skylar, go a little,” he pinched his fingers together. “Easy on them.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chase put his hands on his hips. “Don’t come crying to me when you get too tired to celebrate tonight.”

“What are we celebrating again?” Skylar asked, resting her elbow on her girlfriend’s head.

“Only one of the best holidays ever!” Kaz exclaimed, springing to his feet.

“Yeah!” Oliver backed him up. “Watermelon, fireworks, random cold salads, barbecues!”

“I make some bomb ass bbq, girl,” Kaz bragged, puffing out his chest. He’d already spent the previous evening making far too many sides for five people, which of course caused the kitchen to explode. It took Chase and Oliver hours to clean, because Bree was conveniently gone and Kaz dragged Skylar into their room for whatever reason. No one knew why he did anything, generally speaking.

“It’s the way neither of them answered my question,” Skylar deadpanned with a snort. 

“Yeah, they do that,” Chase observed. He folded his arms, lightly smiling. “It’s the Fourth of July.”

“And?” Skylar blinked.

“Big party. Celebrating the country,” Chase toed a loose piece of gravel. “Frankly, I never understood why.”

Kaz gasped as though Chase just admitted he was cheating on him, slapping a hand to his chest. 

“Hot dogs! Ice cream! Sparklers!” he listed, dramatically counting on his fingers. Chase snorted, shoving his face away.

“Fireflies! Picnic blankets!” Oliver chimed in. “Sparklers! Watermelon!”

“You already said that, buddy.”

“Oh, did I?”

“Yep.”

“Well, it deserves it.”

“True.”

“Anyway,” Bree cleared her throat. “We don’t really have to celebrate it.”

Kaz gasped again, as though she had just admitted that Chase was cheating on him. 

“You don’t have to do that every time.”

“Guys!” he threw his hands up. “It’s literally the most nostalgic thing ever! Do you have no shame?”

“I guess fireworks looked nice from the TV in our basement lab,” Bree said sarcastically.

“Around Earth’s summer we had a gladiator tournament to purge the weak from our forces on Caldera,” Skylar offered.

Silence. A bird squawked.

“Jeez,” Kaz smacked his lips. “I forget how fucked your childhoods were.”

“Whatever the case, I need to get back to work,” Chase turned with a wave. “Have fun.”

“NOOOOO!” 

He was halted.

“...What the hell?”

“Babe, you gotta rescue us!” Kaz cried, holding onto his ankle and laying on the roof like a kid being dragged out of a toy store. “We’re getting smoked!”

“Pleaseee!” Oliver begged, gripping his other. “We need you.”

Chase stared at them incredulously.

Skylar and Bree covered their mouths to hide their giggles.

“How old are you two again?”

“69,” Kaz replied before Chase finished the last syllable. 

“It’s funny every time.”

“Thanks.”

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary455

12/24-25/24

tuesday - wednesday

happy christmas,

today has been good basically, my gf started off rather depressed though, because she's had to go out so much it's left her very tired but after eating food and going through the day more, sleeping a bunch more too, she started to feel better, i think after i cooked dinner basically.

i wanted to do some stuff today, i didn't really get to though, i wanted to draw but it's too late now, and i wanted to read but i couldn't because her brother invited us out to free food... so you can't say no to that + tomorrow more free food... tonight was korean bbq, which was fun. i didn't want to eat too much so i just sort of cooked for everyone, i wonder how much that is an appeal for people, sort of filling out the fantasy of taking care of others, which is a strange thing, paying to have the ability to service others or feel like you are helping or serving them in some way. i don't know. but i guess for myself that feels gratifying as something to do. it feels odd, or i guess more accurately, dumb, to want to do that for my gf's brother... lots of reasons i've been through re: that but the new one is his 18 yr old girlfriend. it's a messy situation and i have no clue what to do, probably nothing, right? it's classically speaking, not my problem, but i feel bad, i feel like i'm supposed to do something? i can't though. or, i'm afraid of pissing him off, i really am, i don't know why. it's like scary to me. i don't think he'd hit me but i hate the idea of him feeling betrayed, isn't that silly though? it's not like i've ever been with him, i just also never want him to feel awful or bad, because that never leads to anything good, for him, or anyone outside of him. this is the stupid thing i feel troubled over. not really stupid i think, but it's nothing i can intervene in. they've been together for a week, two maybe? she says 'i love you' like 10 times in the span of 5 minutes, tomorrow i'm going to meet her. i'm worried she'll be an insane hyper online teenager, some signs point yes, my gf says that her brother says she's kind of an insane racist and also says the word "faggot," a lot. i don't know what's going to go on there, mostly though i'm worried about him ruining her life, in some number of ways. already talking about having her move in with him, already talking about their future, she just totally loves him. he talks about how she does what he asks without question, which makes me feel insane, and it gets to men's general fucked up entitlement, where he works this miserable job, and so he says things like 'work hard like me god will give you a pickme,' and that's disgusting and also in the face of that what am i supposed to do, in the face of her probably really loving him and seeing nothing wrong here, am i to be like, he is a serious fuck up and sometimes an awful person you need to be careful? who is going to listen to me, generally, and why would she listen to me specifically, why would she listen to his sister, even? it feels like there's no way to help, her life is like awful already too. i don't know.

outside of this, tomorrow seems freaky because our friend's friend who is going to the movies with us just got broken up with by my gf's friend in china. i imagine he blames us because we find him annoying, well beyond annoying, difficult and weird and touchy and loud and stupid and blah blah blah, not that stupid... just like trapped in some prison he's created for himself socially, where he's just one way and that's all he can do. i just feel like he's gonna be pissed at us but she was right to break up with him and i feel bad for ever suggesting that they get together, i didn't know better then.

despite these things i imagine tomorrow will not go as bad as i've imagined it could. i imagine such insane things, and such violent tensions between people. no matter what as long as i have my gf and we go home together we'll be fine, and time will make whatever goes wrong fine too.

tomorrow's gonna come and i will see, like that movie, come and see, there might even be a nazi, who knows with this supposedly racist 18 year old girl who has a miserable life and has no lifeline but my gf's brother.

here's something else to distract from that oncoming nightmare, pictures of myself from today, i didn't expect to go out but i thought this was cute:

now it's 2 am... gotta sleep soon, oh, i edited writing today, a bit, need to go into that thing i just wrote and do more though i think, iron it out into something i can at least show people.

i guess the day after tomorrow everything will go back to normal roughly and i can just do the stuff i keep saying i will do, like draw and read and stuff. at least i'm not inactive re: writing, but that is always smoother basically, the bumps from writing all feel emotional basically, like, i'm so stupid, i'm a failure, no one will read anything i write, blah blah blah.

my gf is watching a kpop thing right now, this group itzy sounds insane... some song called mr. vampire horror (christmas version)... i will go over and look at that,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jplupine]

Feral Possession: Chapter 11

Old Rival

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~4.6k WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Grimmjow being a Terror, Threats of Bodily Harm

Summary: Hosting a BBQ is easier when there's not a demon and exorcist present at the same time.

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 11: 

  Sweat was dripping down my back as the summer sun beat down on me. I had already managed to mow the lawn, but the sun was continuing to be relentless as I did yard work. The damn demon wasn't even bothering to help and instead took to lounging in the pool while sipping on some juice.

  "You know, a lot of this shit is from you." I rose my voice while dragging a broken tree limb across the yard. "Wouldn't hurt to clean up after yourself."

  "I fought the demon, my job here is done." Grimmjow raised his glass at me while grinning. He was in his human form again, but I could assume that had more to do with everyone coming over later for a barbecue.

  "You could at least help me chop the wood."

  "Nah, you're doing fine over there, Little Rabbit. Keep up the good work." Huffing, I snapped the twigs and smaller branches from the main branch. Making a pile for kindling, I then went to the porch and grabbed the ax. Propping it on my shoulder, I placed my other hand on my hip while looking at the blue-haired man floating on a blow-up seat.

  "I thought you'd jump at the chance to break something."

  "Breaking bones, yes. Chopping wood, no." Grimmjow waved a finger at me. "Go on, Little Rabbit. Get the wood for tonight's dinner." He was both taunting and condescending, making me roll my eyes.

  "You're just the fuckin' rich lady, and I'm the pool boy." Shaking my head, I saw Grimmjow raise a brow at me. "It's a trope. Rich lady has the pool boy do laborious tasks so she can ogle him as he works. And you, in the pool, have been watching me this entire time, working."

  "Sounds more like a porn trope."

  "Well, it's that too."

  "Oh?"

  "No."

  "Then, go on, pool boy. Finish your tasks." Grimmjow smirked before taking a drink. Sighing through my nose, I went back to the branch and set to work. I had already been sweating, and swinging the ax down on the wood only made me sweat more. I'd already taken my shirt off earlier, so I was just going to have to deal with this for now.

  I was soon craving the shower that would follow this.

  "You missed a spot!" Grimmjow hollered.

  "I'm chopping wood, not cleaning, you ass!" I shouted back before pulling the ax from the branch to swing it again. "You're so much nicer when you're sleeping." I popped off.

  "I heard that!"

  "Good!"

  "Yui said she's bringing her cousin with her, so you better behave." I looked right at Grimmjow while drying my hair with a towel. He clicked his tongue at me, and I pointed. "I mean it. I will compel you to behave if I have to."

  "Bore me to death, why don't you?"

  "I just might." Pushing open the back door, I let Dagur run out and dropped my towel to my shoulders. "Hey, how are you with alcohol? Daniel's bringing booze to go with the barbecue."

  "Doesn't do shit. Who the fuck is Daniel?"

  "I do have more than just two friends, you know."

  "Shock."

  "Grimmjow, sit." I heard a thump followed by low growling. "We still have some time before I have to start cooking. Do you want me to make you do chores in that time?"

  "Fuck you."

  "I didn't think so." Checking the time, I slid the towel off of my shoulders. "I should go ahead and start the fire, though." I muttered before going to put away the towel.

  Going out to the firepit, I stacked the kindling in with leaves before pulling out the lighter. Holding the small flame close to the leaves, they caught fire. I gently blew on the little fire to feed it as it slowly spread to the sticks.

  I tended to the fire to make sure it wouldn't go out and steadily added more sticks to burn until there was a strong flame rising from the firepit.

  "You got a phone call." Grimmjow called out from the back door. "Your little girlfriend is on her way."

  "She's not my girlfriend."

  "Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

  "Why were you even answering my phone?"

  "'Cause there's caller ID, and I don't give a shit about pissing you off." Looking back over my shoulder, I saw the demon leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed. "You know what? Maybe I should send your nudes to your friends." His gaze dropped as one of his hands lifted to show he had my cell phone.

  "I don't have nudes, you jackass."

  "They don't know that." Grimmjow stood up, and I saw him fiddling with my phone while his other hand was on his hip.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Making nudes."

  "....What?"

  "Making nudes." He then pulled the waistband of his sweatpants outward and aimed the phone down. There was a flash of light, and my eyes widened.

  "Stop!" I scrambled to my feet, and the demon got a Chesire grin while taking another photo. "Grimmjow!" He then bolted from the door while maniacally laughing. He ran so quickly to the living room with me chasing after him, and then vaulted over the couch to avoid me. "I fucking swear!"

  "Who should I send 'em to first, huh?!" He called back to me as I chased him up the stairs.

  "Delete them!"

  "How about your little girlfriend? She'll be mighty impressed, Wynter!" He burst into another fit of laughter while waving the phone.

  "No!" I managed to corner him at the end of the hall, but with cat-like grace, he jumped right over my head and ran back down the hallway. "You fucker!"

  "Oooh, how about piss-boy?! Make him really jealous!"

  "I'm gonna kill you!"

  "You literally can't, Little Rabbit!" Grimmjow laughed while turning to face me as he waved the phone to taunt. "I'll just send 'em to all your contacts. How's that?"

  "Don't you dare." I pointed at him.

  "It's just the 'Send All' option, right?" He looked at the phone's screen with amusement on his features while I was panting from running back and forth through the house. Wait....why was I even chasing him?

  "Grimmjow, give me my phone." I commanded, and his grin fell as his hand shot out in my direction. His arm was shaking as he tried to fight the compulsion, and I snatched my phone from his hand. I saw my home screen and went to the photo album to delete his pictures. "Grimmjow, sit." I quickly said when he looked as if he was going to snatch the phone back.

  I then paused.

  I'd have to see the photos to delete them.

  "It just dawned on ya, didn't it?" Grimmjow gave a shit-eating grin. "Go on, Little Rabbit. Delete the photos."

  "You're so immature."

  "Try not to stare too much."

  "Please, it wouldn't be the first dick I've seen. I mean, I'm looking at one right now." I popped off while looking him dead in the eye, and his eyebrow twitched as he snarled. Tapping on the camera album, the photos loaded. I then rolled my eyes as my shoulders slumped. "You fucking asshole."

  Grimmjow cracked up, knowing the photos he took were just of his boxers and nothing more than that. I then paused and looked back at my phone screen.

  "Wait, are those-"

  "I don't have any human clothes, what did you expect?"

  "I'm gonna have to get you your own clothes, aren't I?" I sighed while pinching the bridge of my nose. "Whatever, I'll just deal with this later." Quickly deleting the two photos, I pocketed the device. There was a knock at the door then, and my gaze drifted to it. "Go put some more sticks in the fire. Only a handful." I pointed at Grimmjow while going to the door.

  The demon wandered to the backyard, and I opened the front door.

  "Yui, welcome!" I smiled, and she handed me a box of cookies.

  "Hey. Wynter, this is my cousin, Ichigo. Ichigo, this is Wynter."

  "Pleasure to meet you." The taller man with bright orange hair politely nodded to me with a smile.

  "You, too. Come on in." I stepped back while opening the door wider. However, as soon as the brown-eyed man passed me, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end until he got further away while following Yui. Furrowing my brows, I stared at the back of his head while shutting the door.

  "I hope the cookies are the right kind for the barbecue."

  "Any cookies are." I chuckled while bringing them to the kitchen island to set them down. "I was just about to take the meat out to the fire, too."

  "Sweet." Yui grinned. "Is the roomie showing up?"

  "Yeah, he's out back tending to the fire."

  "Should I warn Gary?"

  "He'll behave this time." Getting the tray of marinated meat, I maneuvered around the two guests and went for the back door. "So, Ichigo, any certain ways you like your food?"

  "Uh, no. I'm not a picky eater." He waved his hand.

  "All right, then. Wait, you're not vegetarian, are you? Because most of dinner is meat."

  "No, I eat meat."

  "Okay, good. Didn't want anyone left out." I chuckled, but again, as soon as I passed him specifically, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. So Yui's cousin had a lot of spiritual energy unlike her....

  "Are we the first ones here?" Yui asked as we stepped into the backyard.

  "Yup. The others should start showing up soon, though." I replied while seeing Grimmjow poke the fire with a stick. He then visibly tensed before his nose was in the air and twitching. 'Oh, please tell me a demon isn't about to crash my barbecue.' I mentally groaned.

  But then Grimmjow's feral, blue eyes shot in our direction and locked on Ichigo. His face twisted into a vicious snarl as he shot to his feet.

  "Kurosaki!" He roared with his hands balled into fists at his sides.

  "Oh, fuck!" I quickly shoved the tray into Yui's hands as she looked absolutely baffled.

  "Shit!" Ichigo hissed under his breath, and for a brief moment, it was as if time slowed as I got between the demon and Yui's cousin. I didn't know what exactly was going on, but I'd never seen Grimmjow this angry. The two also seemed to know each other and not in a good way.

  "Hey! Hey, calm done!" I yelled over the growling as I tried to push the demon back. He was barely even budging, and I could see his teeth sharpening. He was close to transforming, but Yui was right there as well as Ichigo. Grabbing the back of the demon's head, I yanked him down. "Grimmjow, stop!" I said to where only he could hear me, and he froze.

  The growling even stopped as relief flooded my veins.

  "Is....Is everything okay?" Yui asked with concern clear in her voice.

  "Fine. You want to tell me how you know him?" My attention turned to Ichigo as I still had a hold on the demon. The man looked rather shocked while his mouth was hanging open.

  "Uh.... I.... We met in high school. Didn't get along." He was clearly lying because no way in Hell was this demon ever in high school. He knew I knew he was lying too, given the nature of the blue-haired man.

  "Grimmjow, follow me." I commanded, then grabbed his wrist to drag him into the house. "We'll be right back." I smiled at Yui, who still looked baffled, and took the demon to where he couldn't even see into the backyard. "What the fuck is going on?!"

  "Nothing. Just got a score to settle." Grimmjow snarled and took a step forward.

  "Uh-uh." I put a hand on his chest to push him back. "You are not going back out there if you can't keep your shit under control. That's Yui's cousin."

  "He's a fucking exorcist." The demon growled.

  "Exorcist?!"

  "Yes."

  "How the Hell does he know you? I thought you just killed the exorcists you-" I cut myself off as he was looking down at me with such an angry expression. His heart was beating with fury beneath my palm, and my gaze dropped to his chest. "He's the one that gave you the scar."

  "Yes, he is. Now I'm gonna tear him to shreds-"

  "Grimmjow, stop." He froze again. "I want you to listen to me." Grabbing his face, I made him look at me. "You can't do that. You know you can't do that. You do anything to him, and you'll have the cops all over this place."

  "You think I care about some fucking-"

  "They'll try to take you away, dumbass. You're bound to this property, what happens when they force you off it? You fight back to stay here, and it'll only make it all worse. You hide from them, then I'll be the one taken. It's not just your ass on the line here, Grimmjow." I paused while looking at his face to see if what I was saying was getting through to him.

  He still looked furious, but he wasn't baring his fangs anymore.

  "Now, if you can't handle this, stay in the house." I dropped my hands from his face, and his expression changed.

  "Where the fuck are you going?"

  "Back outside. I can't just stay in here."

  "Like fuck you're going back out there without me."

  "I'm not a demon. He won't do anything to me."

  "But he is." Grimmjow grabbed my wrist while looking at me with a serious expression.

  "What?"

  "Kurosaki is half-demon. If that part of him gets the scent of your power, there's no guarantee it won't try to get you."

  "But you said he's an exorcist?"

  "And half-demon. How else do you think he possibly had the power to fuckin' scar me?" Grimmjow lowly growled. "You're not going anywhere near him without me."

  "Then control yourself."

  "Someone want to fill me in on what's going on?" Another voice spoke up, and I turned to see Ichigo in the hallway. Except, my eyes quickly landed on a glint of metal beside his leg.

  He had a katana.

  Where the Hell did he get it from? He clearly didn't have a sword when he had arrived.

  Grimmjow's growl was like a rumbling storm as he looked at the orange-haired man. Ichigo shifted on his feet while raising his katana to prepare for an attack, but that only made the demon growl more.

  "Quit it, you two!" I rose my voice. "Yui is right outside and this is my god damned house! You! Put that thing down." I pointed at Ichigo, and he actually looked shocked.

  "You've got to be kidding me! You know what he is!"

  "You are a guest in my house. I don't have to let you stay here."

  "That demon needs to be exorcised-"

  "I know. ....I'm working on it."

  "....What?"

  "It's a long story. Look, just lower the sword, you're only pissing him off more."

  "He's a demon! You can't seriously be protecting him."

  "From what he says, you're not entirely human either. And I'm not protecting him, I'm protecting you. I'm the only thing keeping him from ripping you apart, so put the fucking sword down." Ichigo's gaze hardened as his jaw clenched, but he let go of the sword, and it turned to smoke.

  "You know his real name, don't you? There's no other way he'd just back down."

  "I do."

  "What is it?"

  "None of your fucking business." Grimmjow snarled.

  "You said you were working on exorcising him, meaning you're an exorcist, right? Sharing a demon's true name keeps us all safer."

  "Pantera is mine to deal with. I've got this under control."

  "You can't possibly-"

  "Just fuck off." The demon stood closer behind me while glaring at Ichigo.

  "Will you shut up? I'm trying to deal with this."

  "There's no way you have him under control. Pantera will kill you the second he has the chance. He's too dangerous to-"

  "Oh! Oh, wait, I've got a solution to this." I waved my finger as my eyes widened. "Look, I honestly mean it when I say I have this under control. I know more about this asshole than what's documented."

  "What?"

  "Just watch this." Raising my hand, I reached up and began to scratch under Grimmjow's jaw. Like a flip of a switch, his growls turned into deep purrs as he leaned into it.

  Ichigo's face looked as if he was experiencing multiple emotions at once, the most prevalent one being bewilderment. To emphasize my statement even more, I lowered my hand a little bit, and the demon followed until he finally snapped out of it and smacked my hand away.

  "You little fucker!"

  "....You have got to be kidding me." Ichigo repeated.

  "No. Look, I've been with Pantera for months, and I'm still alive, that's got to tell you that I know what I'm doing. So, when I say I can deal with him, I mean it."

  "Months?!"

  "Long story."

  "This is fucking crazy." Ichigo ran a hand through his hair. "You know I'm going to have to report this."

  "What? To who?"

  "....The Soul Society?"

  "Soul Society?"

  "Think of it as the head office for exorcists." Grimmjow explained. "Wynter isn't an official exorcist."

  "You have to get officiated for that?" I questioned, and Ichigo ran a hand down his face.

  "Okay, you show to somehow have a level of control over Pantera, which is unprecedented, no one documented has even learned the name of any of the current Espada, but you're telling me you managed all of this without being a member of the Soul Society?"

  "....Pretty much." Glancing at Grimmjow, I then focused on Ichigo. "We should probably talk about this later. Yui is just out there by herself."

  "Actually, Gary's here now."

  "Fuckin' piss-boy." The demon grumbled, and I just knew he rolled his eyes.

  "....I'm sorry, 'piss-boy'?"

  "Pantera....peed on Gary."

  "You nearly kill me, but now you're just....peeing on people?" Ichigo furrowed his brows while waving his hand.

  "What, feeling left out? C'mere, and I'll piss on you too, fucker."

  "Will you stop?!" I swatted Grimmjow, and he recoiled. "Ichigo, if you want to talk more about this, it's going to have to wait. Okay?"

  "Yeah." He seemed to hesitate before taking a step back to leave. "Right."

  "I better get something real fucking nice for not tearing into that bastard."

  "Like what? Catnip?" I scoffed while crossing my arms.

  "I'm not a fucking housecat." He growled as he grabbed my hips and yanked me back. "And I do mean something real nice, you hear me?" Grimmjow licked up the back of my neck while purring.

  "Could you not right now?" I elbowed him back as he was chuckling.

  "Right now?"

  "You know what I mean. Just come on, jeez." I huffed and went to the backyard. Since I had rushed away with Grimmjow in tow, Yui had taken it upon herself to start grilling dinner so it wouldn't be late. "Sorry about all of that, I'll take over from here."

  "No problem. Everything good now?" Yui's gaze drifted to Grimmjow and Ichigo.

  "It's fine." The orange-haired man nodded.

  "He give you a tough time, too?" Gary chuckled before taking a drink from his beer that he'd gotten from Daniel since he was here now as well.

  "Oh, uh, no." Ichigo put on a smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "We actually used to go to school together and, uh, apparently not everything stayed in the past. Wynter's a good mediator, though, so it's all fine now."

  "Really? Small world. Who would have thought you went to school with a friend of Wynter's uncle." 'Please, Gary. Don't question it.' I thought while setting a log into the firepit. "You know, their uncle actually renovated most of this house. Did you help?" Gary turned to Grimmjow, and the blue-haired man had his arms crossed with a displeased look on his face.

  "Some of it."

  "Oh, what parts? Maybe you can get a job in construction if your handiwork is good enough."

  "I did some of the demolition. And what makes you think I need a job?" Grimmjow's eyes narrowed.

  "Sorry, I just figured with you needing to crash here it was because you were broke and between jobs." Gary awkwardly laughed. "So, uh, what do you do then?" The demon glanced around the yard before looking back at Gary.

  "Landscaping."

  "Oh, did you do the work on the yard? It looks great." Yui smiled.

  "No, Wynter did."

  "All by themself?" Gary made a face.

  "It gave me something to do." I stated while flipping the meat. "He was also at work."

  "So what put you here if you've got a job like that?" Daniel asked while opening a beer.

  "The apartment building wasn't up to code. All the tenants had to move." I explained while waving my hand since it looked like Grimmjow was blanking for a believable lie.

  "Oh, that sucks."

  "Hello?" I answered my phone after it rang.

  "I'm at the door."

  "It's unlocked. Go through the living room and past the kitchen. Follow the hall, and you'll find us."

  "Gotcha!"

  "Was that Veronica?" Gary asked.

  "Yup."

  "How many people are you having over?" Grimmjow looked at me.

  "Just a few. Veronica's got the rest of 'em."

  "You not like crowds, bud?" Daniel smiled before taking a drink. "It's just a little get-together." I saw the demon's eye twitch, but he kept a straight face.

  "I was just wondering."

  "We brought Rosé!" Veronica grinned while waving the two bottles of wine in her hands.

  "Oh, that smells so good!" Judy's eyes landed on the firepit where I was grilling dinner.

  "Your house is amazing, Wynter! Shit, can we move in?" Alex chuckled as she looked at the yard and pool.

  "Someone already beat you to it." Yui popped off while looking at Grimmjow.

  "Oh, damn! Wynter, when did you score this hunk?" Veronica was grinning, but Gary choked on his drink.

  "Housemate! He's a housemate!" I quickly said.

  "Bullshit, I know your type." Veronica pointed at me with one of the bottles of wine, and Grimmjow seemed to perk up while looking at me. "Every one of your partners has been a hardass that's actually a softie. Look at him- Broad, beautiful, muscular, and wearing make-up." She gestured to the markings under his eyes.

  "Veronica, chill. He's really just a housemate." Daniel laughed while taking one of the bottles from her to set it in the cooler.

  "Yeah, Veronica. And he's definitely not my type. Not even the same species." I grumbled.

  "Oh, Hun, that's harsh."

  "He's missing the 'softie' part." Gary stated. "Trust me."

  "I see how it is. Boo, are you an asshole?" Veronica had a playful tone while leaning on Grimmjow.

  "....Yeah."

  "Oh! And he's honest? Gotta admire that much." She laughed while handing Daniel the other bottle. "Don't worry about that too much, Boo. We got some spots to fill in this medley." Veronica pat his shoulder since she was trying to being friendly with the demon, but it looked like it was actually irritating him.

  "So how do you know Wynter?" Alex questioned.

  "I'm a friend of her late uncle's."

  "You knew Jordan? Good guy." Judy stated, and the 'good guy' comment made Grimmjow's eye twitch again. He was really holding himself back in this crowd....

  "Hey."

  "Hm?"

  "Thanks. For not totally fucking up today, I mean." I said while running my fingers through Grimmjow's long hair. After everyone had left with Ichigo and Alex being the designated drivers, the 'really nice thing' Grimmjow got was cuddling.

  I guess it wasn't too surprising the demon quite enjoyed the warmth of the contact.

  We were sprawled out on the couch with the TV on, and the demon was halfway laying on me while purring as I pet him. Grimmjow had his head resting on my chest so that he could also watch TV, and Dagur was curled up on the floor right in front of the couch.

  "Are you drunk?"

  "No. Ass. I'm trying to thank you." The demon then lifted his head and sniffed at my face. "The Hell are you doing?"

  "You're definitely buzzed. I can smell it on your breath."

  "Forget it." I rolled my eyes and looked back at the TV. "Next time, I just won't thank you for shit."

  "Like I care." Grimmjow scoffed before laying his head back down. "I don't, just to be clear."

  "Right." I rubbed behind his ear ad felt the vibration of his purr like a low motor. "So then....do you want to actually tell me about the scar now since I know where it came from?"

  "We fought, nearly killed each other, survived, that's it."

  "Okay, but it's fucking huge."

  "The bastard's demon half is Arrancar. Mix that with exorcist abilities and magick....he's on level with an Espada."

  "At least up to the sixth if you both lost like that."

  "Who said I fucking lost?"

  "He's still alive. You're still alive. Doesn't look like a victory on either end." I stated. "Can he shape-shift like you do?"

  "Yes. ....Why are you so damn curious about Kurosaki?"

  "I need to know what I'm dealing with if he gets in the way of my plans. I told you, I'm sending your ass to Hell or killing you. Mr. Savior Complex isn't gonna come swoop in and steal that."

  "Aw, Little Rabbit. Have you marked me as your prey?" Grimmjow chuckled before licking my cheek. "How sweet."

  "Why do you have to be gross?!" I snarled while grabbing him by the horns to push his face away from mine. He was laughing as those pearly fangs of his were flashing around. "What the Hell is so funny?"

  "You." He looked down at me and licked his lips. "So smart, but so stupid. I didn't think you had that kind of ego to not just let a more experienced exorcist try to get rid of me, Little Rabbit." Grimmjow then brought his face closer to mine. "Or is it because you actually want me here?"

  "You do have your uses, I'll admit, but no. I just want to do this myself. Call it a vendetta."

  "A vendetta? How sweet of you to hold a grudge against me."

  "You won't think it's sweet when I'm locking your ass in Hell."

  "Do you really think you'll ever be able to?" Grimmjow smirked with amusement in his eyes. "Not even Kurosaki could kill me, your uncle couldn't even fully seal me, and you? You're just a little rabbit that can barely swing a sword." He slowly wrapped his hand around my throat. "You go on and on about how you have the time to learn, but do you honestly believe that? Your pulse is already racing, and I haven't even done anything."

  I managed to swallow while those blue eyes were locked on me, and his grip slightly tightened.

  "You know I could end you so easily. You like to play with danger, don't you, Little Rabbit?"

  "I'm not 'playing' with anything."

  "Well....I certainly am." He then pat my cheek before laughing.

[sashi-ya]

May I please ask of NSFW of Shanks, him and reader are married (but she was a civilian, not a Pirate like him). Her home island was under of his protection. Then he goes home to reader and things getting spicy 🥵😈😈

Hi babe!! of course! I hope you like this little OS of this spicy reunion! Thank u for requesting! 💖 ~

NSFW ~ Shanks x F! Reader ~ Homecoming

TW: Nsfw. Beach sex. Vaginal. Soft impregnation. Oral. Vaginal.

WC: 1.4K

Sitting on a bench of your town park, you watch some dads play with their kids. Lovers pass walking in front of you, some holding hands, some sharing an ice cream. A perfect summer day for romance. But him, your husband, Shanks is not here. Yes, of course you knew that this was going to be like this when you decided to marry a pirate, a yonkou, but damn, you miss him. And you spend your days looking at the coast waiting for the Red Force to dock at the port.

“Hi!! Hi darling!” one of your school friends salutes you. “Hi… Karen!” you say, faking a smile. Of course she is coming to brag about his perfect family, his perfect marine husband. (Useless man, if it wasn’t for your husband, the island would be unprotected…).

“I see you are alone today” she shouts, pretending to ignore the fact your husband is a fucking Yonko. “Well, don’t be sad, why don’t you come to our barbeque tonight?” she invites you, knowing well you are going to be the only one alone as your husband is not here. The stupid bitch has some kind of fetish on making you feel miserable… or maybe is because she would love to fuck your husband.

“Well I don’t really know if I could make it tonight” you tell the women, acting sad. “She’s right, tonight I have a special surprise for my loving wife” you hear a well-known voice behind you. You slowly turn back because you are afraid this is just a product of your imagination.

“BABY!!!” you shout discovering that, in fact, your beloved husband is right there. You jump to his arms (arm), crossing your legs on his waist, kissing his face desperately. Shanks laughs and hugs you real tight. Everyone at the park seems happy. Despite being a pirate, their protector is here.

“Hi Karen! We will be attending your BBQ for sure next time!” says Shanks once you have stopped kissing him. The woman looks at him with lustful eyes, smiles and leaves acting like she was happy.

Shanks and you walk holding hands, he tells you about his last adventures, about Luffy and some more things you enjoy to hear. You wonder why he is walking towards the beach and not home, but you just follow him.

“Let’s go to the beach, I have a surprise for you” he says, pulling from you making you run towards the sand. You follow him, giggling, excited for what he has prepared for you.

And there is a flannel over the sand a few meters from the sea. A basket with fine wines and food and the stars flickering in the sky. A few candles light up the romantic place, and there are even some more blankets in case the sea breeze turns cold.

“Baby is this for me??” you ask. “Of course darling, I missed you” he says while helping you sit on the sand. Shanks was being extra romantic and you love it. But the Merlot is making its effects on both of your bodies, and despite missing his touch the need for sex haven’t kicked until now…

Shanks slides his hand under your skirt, softly caressing your thigh while feeding you a chocolate covered strawberry. He brushes the fruit softly over your lips, making the chocolate melt over them. You fix your eyes on his, with sloppy eyelids and completely up for whatever plays he has in mind.

Your husband’s mouth approaches yours; the tip of his tongue grazes your lips and tastes of chocolate flavour off of them. “Even chocolate tastes sweeter from your lips, babe” he whispers. You shiver at those words; how much you’ve missed your lover?

Without separating too much, Shanks brings another piece of fruit to your mouth. Your front teeth bite the juicy strawberry so sexily, looking at him straight into the eyes. And what you thought was foreplay so you could go home and enjoy the bed together, turns into something else…

Shanks pounces on you, softly pushing you against the sand. His legs end up in between yours, his hand caressing your cheeks, his mouth violating yours. You notice how much need he has been accumulating. And you rest assured as you know he won’t be with any other women until he comes back to you.

“I can’t stop myself, I really missed you” he says, getting drunk with the scent of your skin. “Then don’t stop” you tell him, while your hands open the white shirt he is wearing. His teeth attack your neck, he bites, he saviours your flesh. Marks will be there tomorrow, and you don’t care. Your breasts follow, he sucks and plays with heavenly tongue motion on them. And you can only moan, as you let yourself go in pleasure, admiring his tanned face with bright red locks that brushes your skin as he moves.

Shanks hand travels down your skirt, reaching for the elastic of your underwear. He lets it slide through your thighs, and down the knees as his mouth also traces a path from your chest towards your belly. He focuses on providing you with wet kisses all around your navel. Kisses that make you squirm sending shivering stings of pleasure from there to your core.

And you moan, softly pronouncing his name and how much you’ve missed him. And Shanks is pleased to be able to hear your sexy whines again.

The path of kisses ends up near your pulsating sex. And you smirk as you’ve been wanting to enjoy his oral skills once more. Area where Shanks stands out for sure. And he hasn’t lost his magic, up and down his tongue goes tasting all of your juices all at once. And then your clit, and his fingers in and out you, as he stimulates the hell out of your g spot. Your legs tremble in response, and when Shanks notices it, he stops for a sec just to bite the inside of your thighs and beg you to crush his face with them. You throw your head back, reaching for Shank’s hair, tangling your fingers, and pulling from it as climax reaches you.

The trembling happens all over your body now, as the remains of pleasure hit your body after such an orgasm. But your husband won’t wait, the beach tonight is empty, and the moon shines so pretty over your naked skim that he can’t wait to be inside you.

And there he goes, his capri are finally off and his member free. “I usually would wait for you to recover, but I just can’t, look at you babe, I love you so…” he says scanning your perfection all spread over that blanket in the sand. “Come here and fuck me” you tell him, still with an accelerated breathing and spreading your legs to receive him.

He crawls over you and aligns his sex with your entrance. Gently, slowly introduces his tip, stretching you so painfully unhurriedly but pleasantly. Your core wants him all inside, deep, violent but at the same time you enjoy the in dribs and drabs of him taking you like this.

“I missed you so much” he whines, and then the first deep thrust comes. You scream as his dick is all inside you, pumping now faster and mercilessly. He kneels on the sand and helps you lift one of your legs up and over his shoulder so he could fuck you even deeper. His hips do wonders moving in, out and around as he squeezes your ankle with every thrust.

He fucks you so rough, yet so lovingly, repeating “I love you” with every deep plunge into you. And you do the same, yet not really sure if what leaves your mouth are intelligible words.

The sound of the waves crushing on the shore conceal your moaning when you reach climax, your toes curling on the sand, Shanks groaning, both of you leaving your bodies to drift into a so needed orgasm.

And you feel full, full of your husband's sweet release. “Take it all inside” he mumbles, panting, trembling, pushing his seed really deep inside you. “Please, come with me, let’s set sail together” he begs. And you simply nod, you are over this stupid town, and you wish this happens every single night from now on… ♥ ~

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This Love (part two)

Pairings: Frankie Morales x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v smut, cursing, fluff, fighting.

Summary: Months after admitting your feelings for each other, your relationship with Frankie is stronger than ever. Helena makes a decision that could tear it all down. All good things must come to an end. Right?!

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You grab the sheet tightly in your hand, a moan escaping your swollen lips.

“Oh god….baby don’t stop…just like that.”

You move your hand to grab at his hair, tugging it harder as you near your release. Almost. Almost. Suddenly his mouth is off you and you sigh in frustration.

“Frankie, baby, I was almost there. Why did you stop. You can’t just wake me up like that and then leave me all wound up.”

He laughs, kissing his way up your thigh, over your stomach and finally meeting your lips in a searing kiss. He grabs his thick cock and strokes himself twice before lining up at your core. In one swift motion he is buried to the hilt inside you, filling you completely. You let out a loud moan.

“Shhhh baby, you gotta be quiet, don’t want to wake Sophia.”

It’s slow, almost lazy and you can feel every ridge, every vein on his thick member. God you love sleepy morning sex with Frankie.

“Didn’t……thrust….let….thrust….you come….before….wanted…ugh….come on…fuck…my cock.”

“Oh god Frankie….harder…please…..too slow.”

With that Frankie began pounding into you over and over. Hitting that sweet spot inside you every time. Your whole body was in ecstasy as you came loudly soaking his cock. With one final grunt Frankie spilled himself into you. He slowly pulled out and went to the en-suite to get a cloth and cleaned you up. Getting back into bed he lays down and pulls you into him.

“God I fucking love you baby.”

“I love you to.” You snuggle into his side.

“So what are the plans today?” He says as he runs his fingers up and down your spine.

“Well Santi is having that barbecue tonight, show off his new girl.”

“Damn forgot about that. Do we have to go?” He says snuggling closer

“Yes, or Santi will come over rip you a new one.”

There is a knock at your door before Sophia comes barrelling in. Jumping on the bed, she leaps on top of Frankie.

“Oof, bebita you gotta go easy, daddy is getting old now” he says tickling her. Once he releases her she crawls over to you.

“Morning baby, have a good sleep?”

“Yeah, am I staying with my abuala today?”

“Yeah baby and your going to stay for a sleepover, is that ok?”

“Yeaah” she hops down and rushes out of the room.

You turn to look at Frankie to find he already has his eyes on you, a look of adoration on his face.

“What?”

“Your just….so good with her, you’ve always been an amazing mother to her, it gets me thinking.”

“Oh no, don’t hurt yourself”, you say laughing.

“Oh you’ve done it now,” he says moving on top of you tickling you.

“Stop…..Frankie please….I can’t take it.” He stops and just stares down at you.

“Let’s have a baby!” Your shocked, having not expected this conversation today.

“Before you say anything, I’ve wanted this with you since that night at the bar. Your amazing with Sophia and she isn’t even yours, you would be an amazing mom. Imagine a mini me or you and Sophia would be the best if sister.” He was rambling now and you decided to put a stop to this, so you kissed him.

“Frankie…”

“It’s ok…we can talk about it again further down the line..” He goes to move off of you but you pull him back. You place your hands either side of his head, looking him deep in the eyes “is this what you really want?”

“Yes, I want it all with you baby.”

“Ok.”

“Ok? As in we’re going to have a baby ok?

“Yes Frankie we can try for a baby.” He plants kisses all over your face, “I love you, your going to be a hot mama, all swollen with my baby inside you.”

“Ok slow down there cowboy, our eldest is awake now and could walk in any minute.”

“Tonight,” he says wiggling his eyebrows at you. He’s dressed and out the door to Sophia before you know it. Lying back on the bed you run your hand down to your stomach, imagining what it will be like carrying Frankie’s baby. You can’t help the smile that spreads over your face.

****

Arriving at Santi’s that evening, Frankie is beaming, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Hermano, glad you could make it, and Y/N, looking stunning as always.” He goes to kiss your cheek but Frankie stops him, “eh no funny stuff, hijo de puta.” They both laugh and hug each other.

“So where is this girl Pope? Or is she all in your head.”

“Nah, she’ll be here soon you’ll see.”

Walking towards the backyard, you spot the Miller brothers arguing over the bbq.

“You got to put it on like this..”

“Hey I know how to cook, back off benny.” Laughing at their antics you walk towards your sister.

“Hey, someone seems extra cheerful tonight”, she says nodding towards Frankie.

“Is he, I hadn’t noticed.” Smiling into your beer.

“You gave him a blowjob on the way over here?”

“He wishes, no we had a chat this morning about the future.”

“Omg…aah, he proposed, I knew it, wait until I tell Will.”

“What that’s not what…”

“Benny owes me 100 .”

“Wait what? You guys bet on this?”

“Ugh…yeah. Come on it’s you and Frankie, I bet he had the ring picked out years ago.”

“Oook, well as much as I would love to be engaged to Frankie, that’s not it.”

“Oh! Well what has him smiling like the cat that got the cream.”

“We’re going to try for a baby.”

“Aaahhhh, I’m going to be an auntie.”

“Keep it down, I’m not pregnant yet.”

Frankie makes his way over to you both, sits down beside you and pulls you into him.

“Hey Jen, how was Mexico?”

“Oh it was amazing, and the food, ugh, I’ve book it again for next year.”

****

Pope’s girl as it turned out, was Yovanna from that job in Colombia. It was a little tense at first but the guys warmed up. As the night was drawing to a close there was a knock at the door. Pope went to answer it and when he came back Frankie went stiff beside you. You turn to him and his face, it was like he saw a ghost. You follow his gaze to see Helena standing in the door to the patio.

“Helena what are you doing here?”

“Not that’s it’s any of your business, but I’m here to see Francisco.” If looks could kill she would be dead from the looks Jen was given her. You move your hand to Frankie thigh and give him a reassuring squeeze. He looks to you and his face softens.

“I gotta go talk to her baby, I owe her that much.”

“You owe her nothing Frankie.”

“Maybe not but I owe it to Sophia, she is still her mother.” Frankie stands and makes his way towards her.

Pope comes to sit beside you, “hermosa are you ok?”

“What if she wants him back Santi? I can’t lose him or Sophia, it would break me.”

“Hey, now you know Fish is smitten with you, your the love of his life, she may be Sophia’s biological mother but your her mom.” You curl into him trying not to cry.

Suddenly raised voices can be heard from inside. Pope turns to you, “hermosa I think you should go in there.”

You leave the group and make your way to Frankie and the closer you get you can make out what’s being said.

“Oh so your going to let that whore raise my daughter, I don’t think so.”

“No. You do not call her that, Y/N is not a whore, that women is my everything and she’s more a mother to Sophia than you will ever be. You abandoned us, don’t forget that, because I never will. If you want to start seeing Sophia, we can discuss it with a lawyer but don’t think for one second that there will ever be anything between you and me, because there won’t. I’ve moved on, I’m happy, I am going to marry Y/N and we are going to build a home together.”

“Oh come on, Francisco…..baby, your telling me you don’t want a piece of this anymore, you don’t want to fuck me again.” Having heard enough you open the door and Frankie pushes Helena off of him. He comes to stand beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Get out Helena, your embarrassing yourself.”

“Fuck you Francisco, this isn’t over.” With that she storm out, slamming he door behind her.

“Baby are you ok?” Frankie turns to you and pulls you into a kiss.

“Yeah baby, I’m fine, I love you.”

“I love you too. She can’t take Sophia away, what are we going to do?”

“Hey , look at me baby, I’m not going to let that happen ok. It’s me, you and Sophia against the world, always.”

“And maybe one more?” You stare at him lovingly and move his hand down towards your stomach.

“Well then we better get working on that then,” he says peppering kisses all over your face.

“Actually..” He pulls back and looks at you expectantly

“Are you…are we…”

“Yeah, we’re about to become a family of four”. Frankie lifts you up and spins you around. “You have just made this old man very happy. I love you, both of you, he says placing his hand back on your stomach.

“Wait until we tell Sophia .”

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Conflicts (Just Friends Part 6) - Cillian Murphy Imagine

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT

Words: 3518

Driving Home

The next morning it was time for you to make your way back home to Dublin. You had another few days of annual leave but your grandmother was scheduled to drop Max off at your house the following morning after his trip with her to Galway.

Whilst you enjoyed your time alone with Cillian, you did miss your son Max terribly and couldn’t wait to see him.

Cillian had been rather quiet since last night, ever since he made the phone call, and you were somewhat concerned.

He didn’t want to talk about it and you thought it to be appropriate to give him some space. Surely, he would come around once he was ready.

During the car drive you talked about the boys and school and things you had planned for the upcoming week but Cillian’s mood seemed somewhat low.

‘Are you sure that you are ok?’ you asked.

‘Yes, my mind has just been somewhere else. Sorry’ he responded.

‘And where has it been?’ you asked.

‘Work’ Cillian said.

‘Alright’ you said. You could tell that he really didn’t want to talk about it.

‘Filming starts again in six weeks and I’ll be gone for a while’ Cillian said as he placed his hand onto yours.

‘For how long?’ you asked.

‘4 months, but I’ll come back to Dublin for a week in between’ Cillian said. ‘And maybe you can visit me?’ Cillian asked.

‘I would love to visit you, if you want me to’ you said.

‘Of course, I do’ Cillian said with a smile on his face.

As you were still driving back to Dublin, Cillian received another two phone calls from someone called Sarah. He didn’t answer but rather sighed with annoyance when he saw the call come up on the dashboard of his car.

‘You can answer it if you like’ you said, curious about who Sarah was.

‘I rather not’ Cillian sighed.

‘Alright then’ you said, an awkward silence erupting between you and Cillian which lasted until the moment Cillian pulled up in front of your house.

Just as the car stopped, you collected your thoughts. You really didn’t want to have your first possibly about nothing.

‘Thank you for the amazing weekend’ you said before kissing Cillian gently.

‘I love you’ he said in response, caressing your face.

‘I love you too. Will I see you tonight?’ you asked.

‘Of course, I will be around at 6’ Cillian said before giving you another kiss and driving off.

Who is Sarah?

After you unpacked your clothes and had some time to do some household chores, the doorbell rang.

You almost forgot that you had a coffee date with your and Cillian’s mutual friend Leah that afternoon.

As you opened the door it was pouring rain again and Leah was rather soaked. You offered her some dry clothes of yourself, which she gladly accepted, and boiled the kettle for some tea.

After Leah had time to get changed into your clothes, you both sat down at the kitchen table.

‘So, how was your time with Cillian?’ Leah asked. ‘You know, I really didn’t expect you two to get involved with each other’ she added.

‘Why is that?’ you said as you sipped on your tea.

‘I don’t know, I just didn’t see it coming. You make a cute couple though’ Leah said.

‘I suppose’ you said, looking down on your cup.

‘You suppose? Did you guys have a fight or something?’ Leah asked.

‘No, it’s just…’ you said before discontinuing your sentence.

‘It’s just what?’ Leah asked.

‘He received a few phone calls last night and this morning and he’s been really quiet since. I suppose I am just a bit worried’ you explained.

‘Phone calls from whom?’ Leah asked.

‘Someone called Sarah’ you said, causing Leah to choke on her biscuit.

‘I am not surprised then. Sarah is his ex’ Leah explained.

‘I thought his ex-wife’s name is Natalie?’ you asked surprised as you recalled having met her once at a BBQ when she dropped off the boys. She had remarried and was there with her new husband.

‘Not his ex-wife, his ex-girlfriend. They broke up five months ago but they still work together on Peaky Blinders, which might be a bit of an issue’ Leah explained.

‘Right’ you said with worry, remembering what Cillian had told you in the car. He was going back to filming in 6 weeks.

‘You honestly don’t need to worry about her Y/N. It was Cillian who ended it. Although I don’t know why he would even bother picking up her calls’ Leah explained.

‘I suppose my self esteem has taken a bit of a hit since these comments on Twitter so I worry about stupid things’ you said.

‘I think you need to stay of social media Y/N’ Leah said before changing the topic to a more pleasurable conversation.

Leah had recently found out that she was pregnant and was excited to add to her family with a third child.

After talking about kids, setting up nurseries and so forth, Leah asked you whether you had discussed this topic with Cillian.

‘Jesus, we’ve only just started dating. Despite, we have three kids between the two of us, that’s plenty’ you laughed, causing Leah to laugh as well.

After Leah went on to discuss schooling for her eldest son, you recalled that you did, in fact, have this conversation with Cillian but before you were dating.  

You remembered him telling you that he was done with having children. He did not want any more but rather wanted to concentrate on bringing up the boys in the best possible way.

You also recalled him mentioning to you that this was a cause of conflict between him and his ex-girlfriend and you began to wonder whether this had anything to do with their breakup.

Trying not to ponder on about this too much, you caught up on the conversation you had with Leah about schooling.

You couldn’t even put your mind at the possibility of Max attending school any time soon but the truth was that it was only a year away.

After two hours had passed, you had to say goodbye to your friend Leah. After all, you had a date with your boyfriend that evening.

Date Night

Your plan was to cook for him and surprise him wearing some nice lingerie.

You weren’t really a good cook but decided to give it a crack anyway and make lasagne.

After you prepared the lasagne and put it in the oven, you had a shower, put on some make up and done up your hair.

You put on black lace lingerie with stunning satin stockings which were affixed to your waist.

Just as you finished the final touches, the doorbell rang.

‘Hi babe’ you said as you opened the door.

‘Fuck’ Cillian said in response, gazing over you in your black lingerie.

‘Hey, this is no way to speak to a lady’ you said, pulling him in for a kiss.

‘You look incredibly sexy in this’ Cillian said with wide eyes.

‘I know’ you smirked. ‘Common in before the neighbours see me like this’ you added.

‘Something smells…’ Cillian said as he walked inside and, as soon as he said this, you remembered the lasagne.

‘Burnt’ he added as he watched you race to the stove.

‘Goddammit’ you yelled as you opened the stove and took out the burnt lasagne in your sexy lace lingerie.

‘I wanted this to be perfect’ you said frustrated and upset, some tears running down your face, while Cillian looked around and saw that you had lid some candles and put on some slow jazz music.

‘Just being with you is perfect in itself’ Cillian said as he lifted up your chin with his thumb, gazing into your eyes before kissing you.

‘You are sweet Cillian’ you said, sinking into his arms.

‘Now do you want to tell me what’s really wrong, because you aren’t the type of woman who gets upset about some burnt lasagne’ Cillian asked as you walked over to the lounge and sat down.

‘The phone calls��You were so quiet after them and I know that it was your ex who rang. I couldn’t help but worry about whether you still have feelings for her. I mean, why did you even call her back?’ you said.

‘I can assure you that I don’t have feelings for her Y/N. In fact, I broke up with her because I didn’t love her and I felt as though I was wasting her time. She wanted children and marriage, none of which I was prepared to give her, so what’s the point?’ Cillian said.

‘So why didn’t you tell me?’ you asked.

‘Because I still have to work with her and because I fucked up, a few months ago. Even though this all happened before you and me got together, I had to think of a way to talk with you about this’ Cillian said.

‘You fucked up in which way?’ you asked.

‘We slept with each other. We both had too much to drink and it was a mistake’ Cillian said.

‘Cillian, Jesus’ you said annoyed.

‘She wanted to give it another try and I told her that I wasn’t ready for another relationship and, well, then I fell in love with you which doesn’t look very good now does it? So, I called her back that evening because I thought that I owe her at least an explanation’ Cillian said.

‘I love you Y/N. I never planned to fall in love with you, but I did’ he added.

‘Well, I can’t really be upset about a woman you’ve been with before me. But I don’t like the fact that you will be working with her again soon’ you said.

‘Neither do I, trust me’ Cillian said.

‘When you film, do you have any intimate scenes with her?’ you asked concerned.

‘One I think’ Cillian responded, causing your heart to drop and tears building up in your eyes again.

‘It doesn’t mean anything Y/N. It’s just acting’ Cillian said as he cupped your face.

‘It does to her’ you said.

‘But it doesn’t to me. I love you, not her, alright?’ Cillian said, causing you to nod.

‘In fact, I fell in love with you after our first night together, although I didn’t want to admit it to myself’ he added.

‘So did I’ you said before climbing across Cillian’s lap, facing him and pressing your lips onto his.

As you were exchanging passionate kisses, you rocked back and forward on top of him and began running your hands over your breasts suggestively.

‘This is very nice lingerie’ Cillian said as he couldn’t keep his eyes of your breasts.

‘Perhaps I should visit you on set one day, wearing this beneath my clothes and let Thomas Shelby have his way with me?’ you smirked jokingly, causing Cillian to laugh.

You had only recently began to watch Peaky Blinders and could certainly understand the fascination other women had with Tommy Shelby.

‘That could be arranged’ Cillian said as, suddenly, you found yourself beneath Cillian on the sofa.

Within seconds, his t-shirt fell to the floor, shortly followed by his jeans, leaving him in nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs.

‘Should we take this to the bedroom?’ Cillian asked between gentle kisses while he was running his hands over your breasts.

‘No’ you said as you pushed backwards a little, making him sit up.

‘Watch’ you said just as you stood up in front of him, beginning to touch your breasts and then slipping your hand into your panties.

Cillian’s eyes were on you, full of excitement, while his erection pushed against his briefs.

You seductively removed your bra and began playing with your nipples.

You could see in Cillian’s face that he wanted to touch you badly. He was desperate to feel your skin.

Just as reached his hand out towards you, you grabbed a pillow from the lounge and threw onto the floor in front of him.

Without words, you kneeled in front of him, right in between his legs. Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down and exposing his hard cock.

No time was wasted until you lowered your head and, while your hand held onto his thick shaft, your tongue licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

‘Fuck’ Cillian moaned as your mobile tongue slid over the length of his cock front and back before returning to the very tip, feeling him cringe and hearing him moan.

Your lips closed over the head of his cook and you began to slide your mouth up and down the smooth, sweet tasting skin of his shaft, loving the flavour of his pre-cum.

Meanwhile your tongue continued to swirl across his sensitive head and your hand pumped him while the other gripped his ass cheek, holding him in position.

Cillian gasped and moaned as he could feel every inch of your tongue lapping his head.

After about 10 minutes, it became more difficult for Cillian to hold back and he tried to look at the ceiling rather than you.

Another 5 minutes and this strategy was no longer working either.

‘Fuck Y/N, you need to stop’ Cillian said.

Giving him your most slutty look and not breaking eye contact, you slid your lips slowly down his length and back up, moaning around his thickness.

‘I want you to come in my mouth’ you said eagerly in between your movements. Up and down, making the most exquisite noises.

‘Oh God!’ Cillian cried, throwing back his head.

Shortly thereafter, you saw his knuckles go white with how hard he gripped to the blanket covering the lounge beneath him. Then, in what seemed like slow motion, you felt him spasm and the creeping approach of his cum up his cock.

With one loud moan, he filled your mouth with his sweet cum, the first bit of which almost instantly hit the back of your throat.

There was a fair bit more than you had expected but you managed not to spill a single drop.

‘Fuck’ Cillian shuttered as he came down from his high while starring at you, licking your lips seductively.

After you took a sip of your wine, you joined him back on the lounge, exchanging a passionate kiss.

‘Lie down’ Cillian whispered just as your lips drifted apart and he gently pushed your back into the lounge before taking his position in between your legs.

He pulled your lace panties down gently and placed your legs over his shoulders.

Cillian’s eyes were fixed on the junction between your thighs as he slid his head back down in between them.

As you felt his hot breath on your already wet entrance you couldn’t help it but moan.

His hands brushed over the lace tops of your stockings then the soft milky skin of your inner thighs just before you could feel his wet tongue run over your slit gently.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you moaned as his tongue entered you slightly while he pushed your thighs back tilting your bum towards him.

His tongue dipped in and out of you before it made its way to your already engorged clit, drawing circles over it.

For a moment you couldn’t help but arch your back and push against him, but Cillian pushed you back down almost instantly before slipping two of his fingers inside of you.

You let out what sounded like squirrel as his fingers arched upwards and hit your g-spot. He was the first man to have found this spot and you struggled with the intensity of the feeling when he stimulated it.

‘Just relax and let go’ Cillian instructed as he knew that, every time he reaches your sweet spot, you tense up.

You took a deep breath and let yourself get lost in the moment. His fingers thrusted in and out of you, continuously hitting this sweet spot of you, while his tongue continued to circle your clit.

You gasped loudly while you held onto the lounge and your body began to shudder beneath Cillian’s lips.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned as your orgasm washed over you.

Cillian slowed down his movements to let you come down from your high, his lips covered in your sweet juices.

‘You are so damn good at this’ you giggled as he climbed up and in between your legs.

‘So are you’ Cillian smirked before positioned himself in between your legs.

You couldn’t believe that he was already hard again as you felt the smooth head of this cock press open your labia and lodge in the opening.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he began sliding his hardness into you until it was seated deeply inside.

‘Oh god’ you moaned, loving the feeling of him inside of you.

He allowed you to adjust for a moment before beginning to thrust into you gently.

As he was moving in and out of you at a reasonable he speed, he held you tight, pressing his body against yours while kissing you gently.

You felt suspended in this moment. Every cell of your body felt everything with every thrust and every kiss.

Slowly all the tingling pleasure began to gather together and concentrate in your core, moving down to center where your were so intimately connected.

You gasped and trembled as the intensity began to overwhelm your. Your hands clenched and tried to pull him even closer, trying to fit yourself into his skin.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you panted as your walls tightened and your orgasm engulfed.

Moving in sync with you, Cillian wasn’t far behind you and the tightening of your walls around him sent him over the edge.

Panting equally loudly he filled you with his warm cum.

After you both came down from your highs, you curled up with each other on the lounge, pulling the blanket on top of you.

After more gentle kisses and some talking about the situation with Sarah, Cillian ordered some take away and you watched a movie together before heading to the bedroom for some more intimacy and to catch up on your sleep.

Meeting Grandma (Again)

The next morning, you heard the door open at 7am. Your grandmother had a key and was dropping Max back from their trip.

‘Hi Nan’ you said as you walked out of the bedroom, wearing a t-shirt and some cotton underwear.

‘Hi darling’ she said, giving you a hug just as Max came out of the bathroom.

‘Mum, I was busting. I thought I was going to pee in nanna’s car’ he said causing you to laugh before giving him a big hug.

Just as Max disappeared into his room to unpack his bag and you sat down with your grandmother in the kitchen, Cillian walked in wearing nothing but his boxers.

‘Oh, uhm, hi’ Cillian said, his face flushing and your eyes widening.

‘Oh hello again Mr Murphy’ your grandmother said with a big grin as she looked up and down on him as if she was assessing him.

‘Excuse me, I will be right back’ he said slightly embarrassed, picking up his clothes from the living room floor on the way back to the bedroom and pushing your lace panties and bra under the lounge discreetly in the hope that your grandmother wouldn’t notice.

You certainly didn’t expect her to arrive so early.

‘So…’ you said, your face flushed, lost for words until your grandmother began to laugh.

‘Now, this just made my day sweetheart. Wait until I tell Erna, she will not believe it’ your grandmother giggled.

‘Nan! Please!’ you said with some embarrassment.

‘Oh darling, I am just kidding. I won’t tell Erna of course. But who doesn’t enjoy a bit of eye candy now and then, right?’ your grandmother said, making you flush even more.

‘Jesus, nan’ you laughed as Cillian came out of the bedroom, now wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

There was an awkward silence between you, Cillian and your grandmother as Cillian sat down at the table with you.

‘So, when is the next season of Peaky Blinders coming out?’ your grandmother asked to break the ice.

‘Not sure, but we start filming again in six weeks’ Cillian said.

‘So, you will be gone for quite a while I would assume?’ your grandmother asked concerned.

‘Four months. Although, I am hoping for Y/N to come and visit me in between’ Cillian explained.  

‘You should be able to arrange that darling, right? And, while you are there, you and Cillian can visit your parents. Maybe they could even look after Max for a change and you can have a date night’ your grandmother said.

‘Your parents live in Birmingham?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod with a sigh.

‘Yes, about 20 minutes outside Birmingham’ you responded.

To be continued….

[rebelwrites]

It’s Me Or Her? - Part One

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N: I’ve had this idea buzzing around my head for a little bit but don’t worry there will be a part 2

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“Yo Y/L/N” Sonny grinned appearing in the doorway of your cage.

“What” you glared looking up from your phone, you knew what he was going to say.

“You haven’t told me if you are going to the bbq tomorrow” he smirked, leaning against the metal. “So you coming or what?”

“I don’t have a choice do I?” You asked.

“Nope I was just being polite asking, if I have to come to your house and kidnap you I will” he grinned.

“Will she be there?” You hissed.

“Well considering she is Clay’s girlfriend and it’s our before deployment bbq yes she will” Sonny nodded, he knew just how much you hated her, and he also knew that ever since she got with Clay you felt like you lost your best friend and also he knew about your feelings for him.

“Great” you said sarcastically, moving your gaze to the door as the rest of the team strolled in.

“Watch out lads, Princess is in a mood today” Sonny laughed quickly changing the subject.

“When isn’t she” Ray winked as he fist bumped you before going to his cage.

“You might be 2IC Perry but I will drop you like a lead balloon” you smiled innocently.

“What’s up?” Clay asked standing where Sonny was just moments ago.

“Nothing, I'm just peachy,” you said, rolling your eyes as you stood up. “Anyway, what do you care?”

“Because you’re my friend” he said with a sad smile on his face.

“Yeah friend” you scoffed barging past him and headed for the door.

“Oi moody where are you going” Jase shouted as you hand touched the handle.

“For a piss and a smoke” you snapped. “Don’t worry I will be back in time for training”

It took Bravo team a while to adjust to having a female on the team but they eventually came around so they all knew how to handle your moods but they were getting a bit concerned with the tension that was bubbling away under the surface between you and Clay. Jase sighed as he pulled Sonny to the side.

“I’m guessing it’s something to do with tomorrow” he whispered.

“Yeah, we are gonna have to keep an eye on her make sure she doesn’t flip out” Sonny whispered.

“Maybe her and Clay need to have it out before we leave, otherwise it’s gonna be a long 3 months” Jase sighed.

“Either way I have a feeling there’s gonna be a fight tomorrow” Sonny whispered. “It’s really starting to get to her now even though she tries not to show it is”

“I actually thought I was going to have to kidnap you” Sonny laughed as he pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah well I considered bailing but things could get interesting” you laughed grabbing a beer out of the cool box, as you brought the bottle to your lips Jase draped his arm over your shoulder.

“I hope you are gonna be on your best behaviour tonight” he smirked.

“I mean when do I ever behave Jase” you smirked looking up at him.

“Just don’t start any fights, okay” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“No promises” you shrugged, wiggling out of his grasp to go find Cerberus.

The moment you flopped onto the grass you saw Clay and Jenny walk into the garden, you didn’t realise you growled until Cerberus nuzzled his snout against your cheek.

“I know buddy” you whispered kissing his nose. You really didn’t see what Clay saw in her, she wasn’t the type of person to hang around with rowdy tier one operators, in fact she was the person to date one just so say she dated a Seal. I mean who wears six inch stilettos to a god damn bbq.

All you wanted to do was punch her in the face, but you knew everyone would be keeping tabs on you tonight so you decided to stay out the way, the way you were feeling right now it was the safe option.

Your peace didn’t last long as Sonny came over and literally flung you over his shoulder.

“I swear to god I will stab you asshole” you growled as he carried you through the garden.

“Stop being an unsociable demon then” he laughed dropping your on your ass in the middle of the group.

“You better sleep with one eye open in J-Bad” you growled looking up at him “I’m coming for you Sonny Quinn”

“Give it your best shot Princess” he winked before going back to the grill.

Sighing in defeat you pulled your phone out , connecting it to Blackburn’s outdoor surround system, scrolling through your playlist you were looking for one song, a song that you knew would cause shit but you needed a good fight. Standing to your feet you went to join Jase, Ray and Sonny around the grill whilst pressing play on the song.

Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend (That's right) No way, no way, I think you need a new one. Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend. Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me. No way, no way, you know it's not a secret. Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend

“Please tell me you didn’t just put this song on” Jase sighed as he realised the song you put on that was now blasting out loud.

“Don’t know what you are on about” you shrugged “I just put my playlist on shuffle”

“Give me strength” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Dude it’s just a song chill out” you laughed.

“Yes but it’s the meaning behind the song and you know it” Ray sighed.

You're so fine, I want you mine, you're so delicious. I think about you all the time, you're so addictive. Don't you know what I can do to make you feel alright? (Alright, alright, alright, alright)

“Look I’m not going to do anything so chill out” you nodded looking around the garden, making eye contact with Clay. You always had flirty banter with him until he got with Jenny, she instantly took a disliking to you, didn’t like how close you were with Clay. Your eyes were still locked as you sang along with the song. “Don't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious. And hell yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess. I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right”

In a way this was your way of admitting your true feelings to him, it was ironic that you wasn’t afraid of being the first person through the door but when it came to your feelings that scared the fuck out of you.

She's like so whatever. You could do so much better. I think we should get together now. And that's what everyone's talking about. Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend. No way, no way, I think you need a new one. Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend. Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me. No way, no way, you know it's not a secret. Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend

“Whatever happens you have my six right?” You asked looking up at the boys.

“You know we always do” Ray said, squeezing your shoulder. “Just don’t do anything stupid”

“Come on this is me we are on about Ray” you laughed sipping your beer, watching how Jenny realised you and Clay were still holding eye contact across the garden and you could literally see steam coming out of her ears. “But if she wants to start fucking let her”

“That’s what I’m worried about” he sighed “we don’t need you banged up for this deployment”

“When do I ever lose a fight” you winked before going to mingle with the rest of the team.

The boys couldn’t take their eyes off Clay and Jenny, just waiting for the moment it popped off so they could intervene.

“Deployment is going to be fun” Sonny said with sarcasm laced in his voice.

In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger. 'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better. There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in? She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking? In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger. 'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better. There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in? She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

Before you knew it you felt someone pulling your hair making you scream at the sudden contact. That was it, you saw red, you ignored the pain from Jenny’s grip on your hair as you managed to get out of her hold, without even thinking your fist connected with her face, so hard you felt it crack making your smirk.

“Don’t ever try to sneak attack a Seal bitch” you spat as she clutched her nose.

“Y/N what the fuck” Clay snapped rushing to Jenny’s aid, “you fucking broke her nose”

“Oh did I?” You shrugged, rolling your eyes.

“The fuck has gotten into you recently, this isn’t you” Clay shouted as Trent took Jenny to go see to her nose.

“Oh that’s fucking rich coming from you” you growled, squaring you with Clay with your fists balled at your side.

“I don’t know what youre talking about” Clay growled back, your bodies pressed together.

“Well how about ever since you got with her , you never hang with the team anymore, you bail on us all the goddamn time. Or how about when I needed my best friend because I was having a hard time with some news I got but you blew me off because you had plans with her” you screamed as the hot tears ran down your cheeks. “Or when the weight of the last fucking op was near enough crushing me to the point I nearly left the fucking team, you didn’t even notice because you are never around. So much for being my best friend and having my six”

“Come one Y/L/N” Jase said in your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you away from Clay.

“I didn’t know” Clay said, softening his tone.

“Like I said it’s because you are never around” you screamed as you thrashed in Jason’s grip. As Jenny appeared next to Clay, wrapping her hand around his arm. “You know I was moments away from spilling my heart out to you last deployment but stopped myself because you’d never feel anything for your best friend despite the years of flirting”

“Baby she’s just jealous” Jenny whined.

“Bitch I can show you jealous if you want” you growled as Jase picked you up taking you further away from the situation.

“Walk it off” he snapped as he put you on the ground.

“Why should I?” You snapped.

“Just fucking walk it off Y/N” Jase snapped before dropping his tone. “Please just go calm down”

“Fine” you huffed grabbing the bottle of whiskey off the side when he let you go.

As you were taking yourself for a walk to try and calm down you heard Jenny ask Clay a question that you weren't sure if you wanted to know the answer to so you started sprinting to get as far away from them as possible.

“You gotta choose Clay, it’s me or her?”

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that’s alright, my heart is okay

2.8k || ao3

The Reyes come to dinner, Owen shows up late (with the limes), and TK has some words with his father. But most of all: Carlos has a victory, and TK and Carlos share some moments. -------- A 2x11 coda

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Yes this coda took me forever to write, but here it is: the dinner scene I wish we had gotten to see. 

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It was the third muttered curse that brought TK into the kitchen. The first two had caused him to look up from where he was setting the table, but the third slightly louder and forceful “fuck” from his usually even-tempered boyfriend grabbed his notice. 

“Anything I can help with?” he asked as he stepped into the kitchen area, surveying the scene to locate the subject of Carlos’s ire. 

“No,” Carlos responded, voice weary and full of frustration. “I just can’t get this damn sauce to thicken.” 

“Maybe add more cornstarch?” TK suggested. “What?” he said defensively when his boyfriend tossed him a surprised look, “I pay attention! How could I not,” he added, stepping closer and placing his hands lightly on Carlos’s hips as he closed the distance, pressing himself against the other mans’ back, “watching you in the kitchen might just be one of my favorite pastimes. It’s really something to behold.” 

He was rewarded by the sensation of Carlos’s body shedding some of its tension at his touch and a slight shiver as TK’s words brushed across the exposed skin of his neck. He pressed a light kiss on the side of his neck and watched as he took a deep breath. 

“You’re right, that should help. Could you grab it for me?” 

TK pulled himself away from Carlos to cross to the cupboard with the backing ingredients. He grabbed the box of cornstarch and headed back to Carlos, stopping short and holding the box just out of his reach. “Only if you relax,” he said and Carlos raised an eyebrow. 

“Is this a negotiation?” 

“Yes,” TK confirmed. “I hate seeing you so tense. They’re your parents, Carlos. They love you and that’s not going to change, no matter how runny the sauce is.” 

“I know that,” he admitted, looking back down at the pan simmering on the stove. “I just want everything to be perfect. It’s their first time officially meeting you, and I want them to love you as much as I do.” 

“I hope not,” TK quipped, “that could get awkward.” When Carlos didn’t return his grin, he sobered. “I get why you’re nervous,” he admitted, “I’m nervous too. But stressing over the food or swearing at your stove isn’t going to change that. All we can do is relax and be ourselves because that’s who we want them to see. Us, just like we always are. We make a pretty good team, remember?” 

Carlos turned down the burner and stepped closer, wrapping a hand around the arm holding the cornstarch and pulling it down so he could step closer to TK, “We do,” he asked with a soft smile, “don’t we?” 

“Always have and always will,” TK confirmed. “Besides, if we can handle my parents, we can handle anything.” 

Carlos chuckled and leaned forward, stealing a kiss before he stepped away again, holding the cornstarch. “There is that,” he agreed. 

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Carlos is surprised by how normal it all is. 

From the moment his parents arrive, they fall into a rhythm. His mother apologizes for messing up TK’s name that one time, his dad gives him shit about it. TK jumps in, tossing him a teasing smile and then they’re all smiling. There is the brief crisis of the limes but TK swoops in, saving him from his own anxiety as he so often does. From there though, things go smoothly. He watches, a fond smile on his lips as TK patiently answers all his mother’s questions about growing up in NYC only to turn the tables and get her going about stories of his own childhood. He fakes a scowl when his boyfriend grins at him after a particularly embarrassing story, but he knows it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s pretty sure it’s impossible to feel anything but complete bliss at this moment: watching his parents banter and laugh with the man he loves in the home that they share. It felt so surreal, but also so right. 

After a few more stories though, he felt the need to stand up for himself: “Mami,” he protested in a tone just short of a whine as his mother finished telling TK of the time he had run through the family bbq naked at the ripe age of 2. “Really?” 

“It’s cute!” she defended, and he shot a look at TK when he snickered. 

“Oh c’mon Carlos,” he retorted, grinning at him, “it’s not like you haven’t heard all the embarrassing stories from both my parents already. It’s only fair that I get some from your childhood as well.” 

Carlos rolled his eyes, but he had to concede the point. Both Owen and Gwyn had been more than willing to share stories from TK’s youth during their time spent at the Strand house - there had even been pictures involved. But the mention of TK’s parents brought something else to mind. 

“Did your dad say where he was on his way from?” he asked lightly, not wanting to cause any undue worry, “it’s been a while.”

Too long for the two mile distance between the two homes, he added to himself. 

Though he didn’t verbalize his concern he could see TK coming to the same conclusion as he frowned and glanced at the clock on his phone. He bit at his lip before he rose from the table, phone in hand. “I’m going to call him real quick,” he said, “excuse me.” 

He stepped away and Carlos tracked him with his eyes, well aware of the panic TK was trying to hide. TK placed the call and Carlos pulled his eyes back to his parents who were both watching him. 

“¿Todo bien, mijo?” his mother asked softly. 

“Sí,” he responded quickly but when his dad raised a skeptical eyebrow he sighed, “Owen had surgery a few days ago, and TK’s worried. He’s not exactly known for taking it easy and TK is concerned he’s going to push himself too hard.” 

“What kind of surgery?” his father asked. 

“To remove the last of a tumor from his lung,” Carlos responded absently, his gaze turning back to TK who was lowering the phone from his ear with an anxious look. He got up from the table, crossing over to where TK stood in the living room. 

“Hey,” he asked gently, “what’s going on?” 

“He didn’t answer,” TK told him, looking at him with fearful eyes. “Carlos, what if…”

“No,” Carlos said firmly, “don’t go there, Ty.” 

“I can’t help it. What if he tried to do too much and put too much strain on his lungs? What if…”

“Try calling him again,” Carlos urged, “maybe he just didn’t hear his phone the first time. If he doesn’t pick up, we’ll figure something out.” 

TK took a deep breath and nodded, tapping at his phone again and lifting it back up to his ear. Carlos watched anxiously as it rang, heart sinking when the voicemail picked up again. TK met his eyes and Carlos hated that they were so full of fear. 

“Okay,” he said evenly, “we can go over there, just to make sure everything’s okay.” 

“But your parents…” 

“Will understand,” Carlos said firmly. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure everything’s fine. It’s probably just a simple mix up.” 

Before TK could respond the phone in his hand began to vibrate. He barely gave the screen a glance before he answered it, speaking quickly into the phone, “Dad? Are you okay?” 

“Of course I am, sorry I missed your calls. I just got tied up while running errands, I’m on my way now. I’ll see you all in a few minutes.” 

TK hung up the phone and looked at Carlos, who gave him a smile, “See,” he tried, “he’s fine.”

“Is he though?” 

“What,” Carlos asked, “you think he’s lying?” 

“You don’t?” 

Carlo had to concede that it all did sound fairly suspicious, but there was no point in dwelling on it now. “He’s on his way here and we can figure it out then,” he said instead. “It’s going to be fine.”

TK took another deep breath, chasing away the last remnants of panic before he nodded, squeezing Carlos’s hand. 

“You’re right,” he agreed, “and we should really get back to your parents, we’re being rude.” 

Before Carlos could so much as protest, TK was crossing the room and sliding back into his seat at the table, a wide and bright grin plastered on his face; masking the anxiety Carlos knew was still roiling through him. He followed suit and the easy conversation flowed between them - TK as it’s eager facilitator - until there was a knock on their front door a few minutes later, as promised. 

Carlos watched as TK crossed to the front door, opening it to reveal his father, holding a bag of limes triumphantly. 

“I hope this means Margaritas,” he said jovially, his bravado never wavering under TK’s analytical gaze. He offered no explanation for his prolonged absence and after a moment, TK seemed to accept the inevitable as he stepped aside to let his dad in. 

He gave no indication that he was anything less than perfectly content as he facilitated the introductions, but when Carlos caught his eyes out of the gaze of the others he shook his head and Carlos understood: he wasn’t letting it go, but he would wait. He was almost certain his boyfriend had zero intention on letting his father leave their home tonight without answers. 

So he followed suit, squeezing TK’s arm in silent support as they passed in the kitchen; following along as he made conversation. Despite the tension it was still an enjoyable night and Carlos was still marveling at how easy this all felt. It felt as if it should have always been. This was further reinforced as his mother insisted on joining him in the kitchen to put the final touches on dinner. 

As they stood side by side, transferring the food from the pans to platters she leaned into his space, placing a hand on his wrist and squeezing it gently. “I like him Carlitos,” she whispered, eyes on the group at the table, TK laughing at something Gabriel had said. Carlos followed her gaze and could help but smile wider when TK met his eyes. 

“I like him too, Mami,” he agreed, “an awful lot.” 

She smiled at him, eyes moist as he patted his wrist again, “I’m so happy for you, mijo. All I’ve ever wanted for you was to find someone to love you as much as you love them.”

Carlos turned to his mom, meeting her eyes for a moment and seeing the moisture in them. He gave her a smile and set down the dish he was holding, placing a hand on top of the one resting on his wrist. 

“Me too,” he agreed, “and I did.” 

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Eventually, they parted ways for the evening. 

The Reyes left first: Andrea with a kiss for both the boys and Gabriel with a hug for his son and a handshake for TK. Carlos saw them to a door and with a wave in Owen’s direction, they were gone. 

Carlos shut the door behind them and silence fell over the living area as TK looked to his father. He tried for a smile, but TK didn’t return it. 

“Are you going to tell me what you were really doing? What actually happened?” he asked instead, and Owen froze. TK could feel Carlos coming up behind him, silently offering support but he didn’t pull his gaze from his Dad’s face. The silence stretched on and eventually, TK shook his head. 

“Thanks for bringing the limes, I guess,” he muttered, turning away. 

“TK…” 

“What, Dad?” TK asked, his tone exhausted. “Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on? Are you finally going to listen? Because if not, I don’t think there is anything more to say.” 

He turned and walked to the door, feeling both Carlos’s and his dad’s eyes on him the entire way. He opened it and turned back, eyes seeking his father once more.

“I think you should leave, dad.” 

“Son,” Owen began again, walking towards him. 

“You’ve made it painfully clear that what I think isn’t important. I just want you to be safe, to do what is best for you but it’s like talking to a brick wall!” he exclaimed, causing Owen to freeze and Carlos to step closer. He closed his eyes and took a breath - yelling wasn’t going to help anyone. 

“I can’t help you if you don’t want to help yourself,” he said instead. “But I want to help you, dad. I just want you to be safe.”

“This is about something bigger than you or me, TK,” Owen said instead and TK had to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes. 

“It always is, isn’t?” 

He watched as his dad’s expression faltered. Then he shook his head and walked towards the door, pausing next to TK. He glanced at him and for a moment looked like he had something to say. TK waited but a moment later Owen shook his head and stepped out their front door into the night. He took one step down the path before pausing and turning back. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow” he said, and TK wasn’t sure if it was more a promise or a question.  

“I guess that depends on what you have to say.” 

With that TK shut the door, pressing his forehead against it and closing his eyes. He stayed like that for several moments, until he felt the warm weight of hands on his shoulders, rubbing soothing patterns against his skin. 

He opened his eyes and turned so he was facing Carlos, who was studying him with concern. 

“I’m okay,” he told him softly. “He’s just…” 

“Frustrating? Stubborn?” Carlos offered. 

“Infuriating,” TK concluded with a groan and a shake of his head. 

Carlos hummed sympathetically, “But he’s also your dad, and I know how much you love him and care about him.” 

“I do,” TK agreed, “which makes this even more frustrating.” 

They were quiet again as they each considered the implications of the last few minutes before TK flopped forward with a groan, burying his face in Carlos’s chest. “I’m sorry he ruined dinner with your parents,” he muttered into the material of his boyfriend’s sweater. “I know how important this was to you.” 

Carlos laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around TK, “He didn’t ruin anything.” 

TK pulled his face from Carlos’s chest to give him a dubious look and Carlos continued, “Yeah, maybe he could do with a second impression,” he conceded, “but he didn’t ruin anything. They came and we all had dinner together. My parents and the man I love all ate dinner together in our dining room, and it was fine. Better than fine actually: they really like you.” 

“You think so?” TK asked, unable to keep the uncertainty from his voice. 

“I know so,” Carlos confirmed. He grinned at TK for a moment before his expression shifted and he reached out a hand to caress TK’s face.

“I never thought I’d be able to have this,” he admitted. “For so long I figured it was either my family or whoever I decided to date, never both. But,” he added, a smile spreading across his face, “someone very smart told me that nothing ever stays the same. Turns out, they were right.” 

“This person was very smart, you say?” TK asked, a grin breaking through the cloud of emotions. 

“And handsome,” Carlos added. “and kind and a terrible cook, but I won’t hold that against him.” 

“I think their cooking skills have likely improved,” TK quipped, playing along. “But you better be careful Reyes, they sound like they might just be a keeper.”

“They are,” Carlos agreed, “and I intend to, for as long as they want.” 

“I can’t speak for this mystery man,” TK replied, “but I think the answer to that might be the same. I don’t think he has any desire to go anywhere else either. I think you might be stuck with him for a long time.” 

“That’s good,” Carlos agreed, leaning forward to press a soft and gentle kiss to TK’s lips, “because my parents kind of like him; I think my mom would be upset with me if I let him slip away.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” 

Carlos hummed, pulling back just enough to see TK’s face; to memorize this moment of all of his childhood fears being proven wrong. It had happened in small bits each, a little at a time, but this moment — a kiss shared in their living room after dinner with his parents — seemed to be the culmination. He never wanted to forget it. “No,” he agreed, a smile on his face as he ran a thumb over TK’s cheek, “we can’t.” 

[oftenderweapons]

heyhey! if possible, i’d like to place my order for a strawberry smoothie + spinach & artichoke dip + clam chowder + bbq sandwich. thank youuuu 💕💕

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Genre: smut. Final fluff. But mostly smut. Pining. Drabble for Bangtan Bistro

Rating: 18+

Tonight we’re serving

- Strawberry Smootie: Kim Taehyung

- Spinach and Artichoke dip: Smut

- Clam Chowder: “What do you mean my meal has already been paid for?” (It’s been rephrased for stylistic purposes)

- BBQ sandwich: Celebrity in Disguise (you need to squint but I swear it’s there just read till the end LOL disguise might have been taken a bit too literally)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: okay, mild alcohol consumption (wine, brandied cherries), swearing, dirty talking, heavy flirting, making out, oral sex (sixty-nine, face fucking male receiving), brief masturbation (male and female receiving), briefest mention of rimming female receiving (just a quick lick *wink wonk*), quite rough sex, manhandling, one degrading comment, impregnation kink and breeding kink, lactation kink (I guess), mild bondage (knees), outright ramming, cumeating and creampie. Final soft, sweet surprise I don’t wanna spoil, I promise it’s a good thing.

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Feeling the scorching hotness against your spine was exciting. His eyes were there, planted against the see-through back of your blouse and you could feel them like molten metal dripping down your skin.

He was following the line of pearl buttons tracing your spine, holding close the sheer peacock blue gossamer.

Taehyung licked his lips subconsciously, his mind already wild with pictures of his fingers snapping every button open, one by one.

“Sir, may I ask your order?” A waiter interrupted his musings.

The young man startled. “Steak. Rare. And… Uhm, you do have a Nobile di Montepulciano 2018, right? Just a glass. One for the lady at the bar too. Roasted vegetables with the steak.” He closed the menu and placed it on the table. He loosened his tie discreetly.

The waiter checked the wine chart and confirmed the order. “The steak right away? No appetisers?” He asked.

Taehyung followed you as a polished waitress accompanied you to a table across the room, the iridescent fabric of your top shimmering in a holographic effect under the soft light of the chandeliers.

“No appetisers,” he confirmed, his eyes never leaving you. “About that glass of merlot for the lady. She has moved over there,” he curtly indicated the direction with a nod of his chin. Looking at the waiter he searched the backpocket of his slacks. “Now,” He extracted his wallet, looking for a note and laying a 50,000 won piece on the table. “I know this might come off as rude but I’m asking for more than food, so…” Taehyung let the sentence fall eloquently. “Tell me something about her. Name, phone number, shoe size, I don’t care as long as I get to see her again.”

The waiter’s eyebrows shot up. “Of course, sir. She usually comes here with her friends, but tonight apparently she is by herself. They usually come on Thursday night.”

Thursday, of course.

Taehyung smiled. “Thank you. But I need a bit more than that.”

“I’ll come back with more, I promise.” The waiter bowed politely and left. Shortly after, Taehyung noticed the waiter walking to your table bottle in hand, gesturing to the other table as he talked to you discreetly. From the distance he could recognise a small smirk aimed in his direction, before you turned to the waiter, batting your lashes as you nodded.

He noticed a set of earrings glimmering like twin stars at your earlobes, while a fine thread of diamonds adorned your neck, matching the other pair of jewels.

The waiter poured your wine and leaned towards you, the epitome of politeness as he explained the situation very elegantly.

You were slightly surprised but didn’t let his words sway you too much. Keeping a sphinx-like composure you said something Taehyung couldn’t decipher from the distance, the waiter walking in his direction straight away.

“The lady said she is waiting for you to drink, sir.”

Glass half full, Taehyung lifted it in your direction, waiting for you to mirror the gesture. He cocked an eyebrow as you did, tipping the rim in your direction before bringing it to his lips and taking a small sip, observing your red lips lay on the glass while your neck stretched.

Watching your throat move as you swallowed was a vision too erotic for him to handle, and he politely fixed his stance, trying to alleviate his need.

Just as his steak was delivered, he was struck by surprise as the same dish was served at your table.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought it a shame that you and him were sitting alone, ten metres apart at two different tables.

A part of him was pleased to realise that you had specifically asked his exact same order; however, his ego was drastically redimensioned once you started eating. You were a tease, licking your lips as the juices from the meat glistened on the deep scarlet colour of your lip tint. He felt embarrassed at the amount of details he could see now thanks to arousal, feeling like a predator as he studied your hands gripping the cutlery, your mouth opening wide for a bite too big, and the wine. He loved watching you drink. He loved watching the diamonds twinkle as your throat moved.

He was almost sad the moment he noticed you had both finished the food.

“Please, put the lady’s bill on me,” the waiter nodded as he took the empty dishes away.

“She wanted me to tell you her shoe size is seven and a half and that she doesn’t want anything less than six inches.”

Taehyung snickered and looked at the table cloth as he felt his cheeks blush. “I know I’m asking a lot of you, but would you tell the lady that I’m interested in another kind of number?”

“About that, she mentioned 100-85-120. I believe you can understand perfectly.” The waiter commented. “May I bring the dessert chart? Or would you perhaps be interested in today’s special?”

Taehyung nodded to himself. “What about your divine flaming cherry bites?”

The waiter bowed his head in acknowledgement. “For the lady too?”

Taehyung smiled. “Yes.”

The older man was glad to assist the young customer, not at all because of the tip — he would have considered it rude from anyone else, however the warm smiles and the way he used honorifics and register had the man trusting the wealthy, polished kid. He almost felt fatherly sympathy for the smooth charmer sitting at the table: he looked at the woman with nothing but adoration and devotion. There were at least twenty women in the room, some of which had way more skin on show, and way sultrier looks; still, he only had eyes for you.

Once dessert was delivered at both your tables, the flirting resumed, your instincts awakening dangerously as he made a fine work of licking his fingertips, stained with the chocolate sauce covering the brandied cherries elegantly placed on a small pastry basket.

It was your turn to catch fire as you stared at his deep, dark eyes, his unwavering glance, and the beautiful shape of his mouth, his brown, wavy locks pushed back elegantly. He looked like the devil.

And you had every intention of burning in his flames.

As you asked for the bill, the waiter shook his head politely. “The gentleman at the table over there has already taken care of it, miss.”

Your eyebrows shot up before you smirked. “Then I think I should stop by and thank him.”

“He’ll be more than glad, miss.”

“Thank you for your help. I hope your shift will proceed smoothly, mr Lim.” You rose to your feet.

“It is always a pleasure having you here. Greet your friends on my behalf.”

You chuckled gently. The kind, warm man had seen you and your mates come across the foyer so many times, for dinner or for drinks. He always exchanged greetings and was always happy whenever you asked him about his family and the business. “Will do. Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, miss.”

You took slow steps in the man’s direction, stopping beside him. “I believe I owe you a thank you.”

“No need to thank me.” He said, looking up at you.

“What if I wanted to thank you.” You replied slowly and quietly.

“How?”

“An empty hotel room can be very lonely.” You said, looking at your feet and toying with a keycard in your hands. “I’ve booked a room to celebrate my birthday and let me tell you everything has been so dull so far.” You pouted a little before shrugging casually. “Maybe we could turn the night a little brighter.”

“I am a gentleman, I don’t really like visiting ladies in their private rooms.” He looked away theatrically. “However, how would I disappoint such a refined woman? And leave you all alone on your birthday. I believe that would be unforgivable.”

“Indeed.” You confirmed.

As he stood up, he placed an arm around your waist. “Sorry, I tend to be an old school romantic. Stop me if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I love a bit of romance.” You smiled at him, batting your lashes seducingly. “What brings you here for a lonely dinner?”

“Business.” He replied curtly.

You snickered. “Of course.”

“Floor?” He asked once in the lift.

“Thirty-fourth,” you replied, fixing your skirt.

“Pretty high up,” he commented, pressing the button.

You resisted ten floors before staring at his lips. By floor fourteen his mouth landed on yours, sucking your lower lip, enjoying the plumpness of it before he opened wide, his tongue sliding out and entering your mouth, tickling your palate before swirling round your appendage.

His palm caressed your side, reaching your asscheek and squeezing it, his throat emitting a low hum.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold on anymore,” he apologised as he parted from you once the doors dinged and opened.

You fixed your hair, his hand gesturing for you to lead the way — an excellent excuse to stare at your behind as you walked in front of him.

Once you reached the door, he kissed your nape while you slipped the keycard into the lock. His hands were already fumbling with the tiny buttons before the door would even buzz open.

“You can call me Nymph.” You said, as his hands proceeded working the small buttons.

“Of course. I'm Sir to you.” He stated sternly.

You smiled and shook your head. “Of course.”

You turned around and took off your shirt. “Get yourself naked.” You said distractedly.

He clenched his jaw at your command but obeyed nonetheless. “Nothing less than six inches?” He commented as you slipped off your heels, his glance following the red soles of your stilettos.

With a hand to his chest you pushed him with his back to the wall and teasingly dragged your palm all the way to his belt, lingering there a while before moving further down. “I’m sure you can deliver.”

“In kind.” He smirked, his eyes rolling shut as your fingers teased him over his slacks.

“Naked, now, sir.” You ordered.

“A hungry Nymph we have here.” He commented, undoing his necktie and throwing it on the bed. Next, he only undid the buttons necessary to get his shirt off. His undershirt was gone in seconds, just as your blouse and skirt disappeared, your body clad in a burnt pink silk slip.

Taehyung licked his lips and undid his belt, kicking his slippers close to the door before getting rid of his trousers lightning fast.

“Shall I get on the bed?” You asked, taking a few steps back.

“Oh no. Stay right there, Nymph.” He ordered, standing in nothing but his underwear before placing his hands around your waist and pulling you closer, kissing your neck, your chest, your hardened nipples hidden underneath the smooth silk. He began walking you backwards to the bed.

“Climb,” he purred once the back of your calves touched the mattress, making you turn to face the bed, your body kneeling on the comforter before he pushed your front down, getting you on all fours. He flipped your slip up, exposing your skimpy panties. “I’m gonna rip these.” he growled before biting your ass.

“Don’t. Just take them off.” You replied, turning around to look at him with imploring eyes. You didn't want to ruin the set.

He followed your request, immediately dipping his nose in your wetness once he managed to unstick the fabric from your folds. Shamelessly, he moaned as his tongue went from your dripping hole to your puckered one, laving it lewdly.

“Yes, Sir.” You keened, pushing back against his tongue.

He chuckled, parting from you, standing to his feet and taking off his boxers.

His cock pulsated painfully at the sight of you, at the way you stared at him while he reached the other side of the bed and laid down, settling in the middle, his erection right below your awaiting mouth.

You tried to lower yourself and swallow his tip, however he stopped you. “Get on my face right now, Nymph. I wanna see if you taste as expensive as you look.” He growled.

You simply licked your lips, his cock twitching as your hot exhale caressed his flushed skin. He was so veiny, and all you wanted to do was check if you could feel that against your inner walls. Straddling his face, you settled on top of him, not wasting a second before taking him in your mouth now that he was underneath you, under your control.

He moaned sinfully, his breath hitting your moist skin before his tongue flicked against your entrance, eliciting a contented hum.

For a few minutes all you could hear was the sounds of you sucking his cock, wet slurps filling your ears as your mouth became messy with saliva and his precum. At the same time, Taehyung was enjoying your cunt covering his whole face in juices, while some of his own spit eventually landed on his cheeks, coating his chin and nose too.

He was starved, shameless, wild. He parted from your folds only long enough to say 'naked, now'.

It didn't feel like there was any room for insubordination.

You freed his cock only long enough to remove your slip, sucking it back in your mouth before you took off your bra. As his hands met your breasts, grabbing them with thrilling pain, you felt him push you upwards away from his sex.

“I don't want to cum in your mouth. Gimme that tight, dripping cunt, Nymph,” he growled, touching your clit while his tongue teased the softest flesh of your labia.

“I'm going to ride your face, Sir?” You asked, feeling your breasts starting to bounce as your hips began grinding against him.

“Fuck my face, sweetness.” He replied, your body following his command straight away, your mouth opening in brainless, fucked out whimpers as your orgasm approached.

He kept going.

And even when you started to cum, he went on.

Even when you were humping against him ruthlessly, violently, he continued.

And when he noticed a second high take over, he outright refused to let go, no matter if you cried and begged and yelped.

He only calmed down once he felt you grab his cock and begin to stroke.

He slapped your mound violently, growling minaciously before he pushed you forward, on all fours, grabbing your thighs and opening his legs so that your front fell against the mattress once he pulled your knees from beneath you, placing your drenched core right against his crotch.

His stronger hand spanked your ass. “I told you I want to cum in your cunt and that's what you do?” He hit again. “Touch me so I'll have to cum on my belly like a teen nerd?” Another spank. “Hope you're gonna stay put now.”

He maneuvered the tip to your hole, sliding the head inside.

You purred and whined once you felt him sheathed deep in your core.

The angle was majestic. His upward curve teased the back of your vagina, rubbing against all the right spots, the soft head pressing against the inner nerves of your clitoris.

Just as you tried moving your hips against him, he sat up straighter and grabbed your hips, shoving you on his cock with breakneck speed, making your front burn with the friction against the sheets.

“Sir, please. Please it burns.” You called, desperate after a minute or so, feeling your control slip.

He gave a few more thrusts before he realised you had voiced discomfort. “Inside? Am I going too fast, does it hurt?” He spoke with tenderness and apprehension.

You shook your head. “My chest against the sheets.” You explained with a small whine.

He nodded and laid down,catching your leg and leading it in a half circle motion, helping you roll on your back as you unstraddled him.

However, his kindness was short-lived. As soon as he found your calves beside his chest, he grabbed your ankles and sat up, bending your knees and blocking them with his forearm; his free hand searched for the necktie and, once he found it, he expertly slid it beneath your legs, and then around them, tying a knot above the swell of your calves.

You stared at him with your mouth open, eyes wide and inquisitive before a naughty grin lit up your face.

He rose to his knees, crawling closer to you, bending your knees to your chest and letting your ankles settle over his left shoulder.

“Hold on tight, Nymph.” He said, bracing a hand beside your face as he lined his shaft with your cunt, sliding in effortlessly, grunting at the unspeakable tightness of your sex. “Fuck me so good, sweetness.” He mumbled. “I'm gonna rail you.” He groaned as he felt his balls tighten. “I'm gonna fill you up and watch those tits grow once you're full of my babies.” He teased. “Now you're gonna milk this cock and take every drop of my cum.”

You mewled at his sinful intent, squeezing round him and feeling his hand generously finger your clit.

“Please, fill me up. Please. I want to be heavy with your babies.”

“And you're gonna lactate them.” He whispered darkly at your ear, making the gesture feel so dirty, even though it was just natural mammal anatomy.

“I will, Sir.” You cried out, feeling your end tower over you.

“And once they're done suckling, I'll take my turn.” He growled. He had only maybe three strokes left before he would cum.

“I'm yours. All yours. Please, breed me, Sir. I'm yours,” you wailed, voice close to breaking.

“You are my horny little cumslut,” he snarled before joining your mouth with his, covering both your and his cries as you finally reached the peak.

His cock drilled deep into you as he coated your inner walls in cum, the hotness and stickiness of it pouring out of you and gluing him to your entrance.

It felt magnificent.

“I know you.” He whispered gently at your ear. “My most precious darling.”

You were still drifting ecstatically, your eyes opening slowly, lazily.

“Hello Lace.” He cooed at you, smiling softly. “Welcome back, my love.”

You mirrored his smirk and wiggled your feet against his shoulder. “Hello, my beloved fiancé. Would you please do me the courtesy of untying that?” You arched an eyebrow.

He chuckled and obeyed, almost expecting you to slide off of him; instead, you simply moved a leg to his other side and crossed your ankles behind him to tug him close to you.

“That impregnation thingie really got you going, uh?” You said, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

He nodded and kissed your chest, cupping it softly and pecking your nipples, your skin still flushed from the burning friction and the recent orgasm. “Even though I know you're covered, I find the idea so sexy.” He confirmed, pressing his face to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “You looked very hot in that outfit. It really made me want to seduce you all over again.”

“It was fun watching you act the part. You even tipped the waiter.” You chuckled.

“You told me your measurements, Miss 'no less than six inches'.” He kissed your earlobe. “Do you know they're the combination of the apartment safe?”

You laughed and then quieted down for a second. “I wanted to jump your bones the very moment I saw you.”

“Happy to know my future wife still gets the hots for me.” He commented, matter-of-factly.

You giggled quietly. “I love you.”

He combed your hair slowly, tenderly. “I love you too.”

[thequeenxofhearts]

Jason Todd x Reader | Blame it on the Double

Summary: Jason and reader for a drink at a bar, but trouble comes when they bump into the reader’s cheating ex-boyfriend.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, and drinking. Minor violence, and mentions of sex and cheating.

A/N: I was inspired to write this one shot after the song Blame it on the Double by Cory Marks.

Word Count: 1332

Jason held the door open for Y/N, and she walked into the bar.

Usually, they didn’t go out to a bar, they were both more comfortable in their own apartment with a bottle a whisky between them and they’d order a pizza.

But tonight, they were celebrating, Y/N had finally quit her job and was moving on to something better; with a much better income.

When they got to the bar, Jason ordered a rum and coke for Y/N, her favourite is Captain Morgan’s, then he ordered himself a double Jack Daniels and coke.

Jason liked whisky, and he’d be lying if he said Jack Daniel’s wasn’t is favourite, but he did enjoy many other brands of whisky. He couldn’t believe his luck when Y/N came home with the weekly shop, saying she had a surprise for him.

He looked in the bag and found a bottle of Jack Daniel’s BBQ sauce. Y/N still makes jokes that he almost cried, and he held it in his hands like a new-born baby.

 The barman put the glass of Y/N’s rum and coke in front of her, and he gave a warm smile, then he gave Jason his and said, “There ya go buddy.” And Jason handed him the money.

 It wasn’t very busy, they both noticed. It was still early though; 5:30PM. Y/N suggested they should go out a bit earlier as it’s a Friday night, and Jason agreed that it was a good idea, they planned to order a pizza when they got home; which wasn’t going to be late at all.

 They sat at an empty table, and Jason smiled widely at Y/N, “Babe, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled.

“Seriously, I know you’re better than that job.” Jason added, Y/N smiled at him.

Jason took a sip of his Jack Daniels and coke; it tasted good.

 “What time do you start on Monday?” He asked.

“Ten o’clock.” Y/N replied, sipping her drink.

“Do you need anything for your first day?” He asked.

“Jay,” She said, placing her hand on top of his, “I’m fine. I have everything.”

“I’m sorry, I just want you to do really well in this job.” He replied.

“Thanks Jay.”

He smiled, taking another sip of his drink.

 The doors opened and a small group of young men walked in. They were loud, and Jason noticed some of the other customers rolling their eyes as their peace was disrupted. Some of them even downed their drinks and left.

Jason wondered if this group of men were regular visitors and had a reputation for being loud and disruptive.

Y/N gasped. “What?” Jason asked.

“Shit. It’s my ex.” She muttered, quickly sipping her drink. Jason whipped his head around, “Which one?” He asked when he looked back at her.

“Blonde, in the gillet.” She replied.

Jason looked back to the group, and he immediately saw the one; tall, blonde hair, not as well kept as Jason though; much to his relief. In fact, Jason thought that he looked like a total meathead.

“Him? He’s the one who cheated on you?” Jason asked, Y/N nodded, “Jamie.”

Jamie was obnoxious, rude, and selfish.

Jason looked at Jamie, and he wondered what on earth possessed him to cheat on Y/N; he thought it ought to be the other way around.

Jason could see the annoyance on the barman’s face as he tried to take the boys’ drink orders, they were more invested in their loud conversation than anything else.

Y/N was nearly finished her drink when she said, “Can we go?”

Jason nodded, and he downed the rest of his Jack Daniels, reminding himself to pick up a bottle on the way home.

When they stood up, Jason grabbed Y/N’s hand.

But Jamie noticed them, “Y/N? That you?” He asked, “It is you!”

Y/N mentally rolled her eyes, and she heard Jason scoff.

“Babe, how are ya?” Jamie asked, as he went to hug Y/N, but she backed away, smelling the alcohol on him. That was the other thing about Jamie, he liked to drink…a lot.

“Fine.” She replied.

“I missed you.” He smirked, winking at her. “Didn't take you long to move on I see.”

“You moved on before we were even separated.” Y/N commented, and some of Jamie’s friends exchanged looks with each other.

He was the group's ringleader. He like to be bossy, and he liked to be the centre of attention.

Jason smiled at Y/N’s comment.

“Jamie, this is Jason. My boyfriend.”

“You’re the new boyfriend, huh?” Jamie looked Jason up and down, before his eyes went back to Y/N.

“And you’re the ex, huh?” Jason replied, Jamie looked back at him.

Y/N knew what Jason was like after he’d had a drink; sarcastic, pushed his luck, and pouted when he didn’t get his way.

But she also knew what Jamie was like after he’d had a drink too; louder, ruder, demanded that things go his way, and occasionally violent when he didn't get what he wanted.

She hoped she could drag Jason out of the bar before they both lost their tempers with each-other.

 “Wasn’t entirely my fault, Y/N. Our separation.” Jamie said.

Y/N raised her eyebrow, “How?” She asked calmly.

Jamie paused for a few seconds, Y/N remembered his awful behaviour; sometimes he would pretend to be overthinking something, just to add to the sarcasm, “You just weren’t good enough.”

Jason’s face dropped, and Jamie’s friends looked uncomfortable. Y/N recognised some of them, Charlie, Cory, and Fabian, and she remembered they were the most reasonable of Jamie’s friends; they were more likely to talk him out of doing something stupid, not that it worked at all.

Y/N felt Jason tense beside her, his hand had tightened around hers.

“I mean, Jessica, she was more for me, y’know?”

“No, I don’t.” Y/N replied.

“But Caitlin, wow, she was good in bed.” Jamie said, he smirked at Y/N, “Unlike yo-”

It happened so quickly; Jason punched Jamie across his jaw. He stumbled back against the bar, gripping it for support. None of his friends could believe what they had just witnessed; Jamie taken by surprise.

“Shut the fuck up!” Jason growled.

“You don’t wanna fuckin’ do that again.” Jamie shouted, and he was just about to swing his fist at Jason when the barman grabbed his arm, “You out!” He exclaimed.

Jamie looked baffled, “What? You saw what he did!”

“I did, and I also heard you disrespecting a woman.” He pointed to the sign above him, which read, ‘Respect women, or no service’

“You’re lucky my wife isn’t here tonight, Betty would beat your ass outta here.” The barman said, crossing his arms over his chest, “Now out.”

Jamie growled and he stormed out of the pub, “Let’s go!” He exclaimed, but none of his friends followed him.

“Come on!” He shouted.

“He didn’t kick us out.” Fabian said.

Jamie looked amongst his friends, then he looked at Jason and Y/N, and he realised everyone was staring at him, he growled, “Fuck!” He stormed out of the bar.

“Sorry about him, Y/N.” Fabian apologised. “You don’t have to apologise for him, Fabian, he’s always been an arsehole.” Y/N replied.

Fabian smiled, “Yes, he has.”

“Have a good night, guys.” Y/N said, and she dragged Jason out the door, and Fabian, Charlie and Cory shouted, “Bye, Y/N.”

As she was buckling her seat belt, she noticed Jason rubbing his knuckles, “Sore?” She asked, and he nodded, “What the fuck did you see in him?” He laughed, and Y/N laughed along with him, “Fuck knows.” She replied.

 Y/N fished for her car keys in her bag. She unlocked the car and they both climbed in.

As she started the car, she groaned, “God, I’m so hungry, I’ve been thinking about pizza since we arrived here!”

Jason smiled, and the car set off home.

He watched Y/N as she drove. And he wondered, how could anyone get dislike her?

He was the luckiest man on Earth.

[nicolewoo]

Collared

Pairing: Dean Ambrose X Reader

Requested by @starwithaheart​... thanks for your patience. Hugssssss!!!

Synopsis: Daddy dean is ready to collar his girl, but she picks the wrong night to be a brat..... or was it the right night?????

Warning: SMUT!!!! BDSM!!!! Spanking, Riding crop, Cat of 9 tails, restraints, cuffs, collars...... just.... ya know... be careful.

“Baby girl! I’m home!” I called out to her. She bounded her way into the room to greet me with a flying hug.

“Daddy!!!!” I caught her just at the right moment, and we stood with her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck and my hands wrapped around her ass holding her up.

Damn, she was cute! I kissed her and hugged her some more. “How was your day, doll?” She was trailing kisses down my neck, her legs gripping my waist tightly. Fuck! She knew just how to turn me on.

She wriggled a little in my grasp; a sure sign she was horny, but then again, she was always horny. I pushed her roughly against a wall and kissed her passionately, pushing my tongue deep in her mouth to taste her. It made me think of tasting her sweet pussy. That would have to wait. I had big plans for tonight.

“I texted Julia today.” She continued kissing my neck.

“Mmhmm?” I couldn’t care less what she and Julia talked about, but I pretended for her sake. Tonight had to be perfect.

“Everyone is meeting up at Terrance’s house to watch the big fight tonight. They’re having a BBQ and everything. Can we please go, daddy?” Ah crap! I needed to gently turn her down.

I shook my head no as I looked into her eyes, “Not tonight baby. Daddy is really tired.” Disappointment settled over her features.

“Pleeeeaaaase daddy! I want to go so bad. It’s McGregor vs. Demetrious Johnson. It’s gonna be a great fight!”

I held her chin in my hand and forced her to look at me. “Daddy said no.”

She released the grip her legs had on my waist and slid down my body to the floor. “Daddy, please?” Her beautiful smile was replaced with a pout now.

Shit! She was going to be a brat now? Tonight? Not tonight, please! “Listen doll. Daddy already said no. Why are you still pushing me?” There was an edge in my voice despite trying to cover my anger. None of this was going as planned.

She tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed her arm gently. She tugged at the arm trying to get free, but I wasn’t going to let her walk away now. Not after challenging me so boldly. “No. Stay here. I want to talk about this.”

She wouldn’t even look at me now. “What?” she whined with defiance in her voice.

I grabbed her face in both hands now, forcing her to look at me again. “I don’t want to fight tonight. I told you I’m tired.” She didn’t answer me. “We can watch the fight tomorrow.”

She looked in my eyes now, challenging me. “Tomorrow will be too late. I want to watch with our friends!” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared me down.

“You need to watch your tone!” I spat at her, and despite flinching as the words came out, she stood her ground.

She paused for a second, hatching a plan in her head. “Make! Me!”

That was it! I was done! My night was ruined, and fury burned inside me. I grabbed her arm again, dragging her over to a chair and pulling her down on my knee. I wasn’t the least bit gentle when I spanked her, harder with each stroke until she cried out in pain. “Has your attitude changed yet?”

She peeked over her shoulder at me. “No.”

She was doing this on purpose. I was certain of it now. If spanking wouldn’t get her to submit, I was certain the riding crop would. “Get your ass upstairs right now!”

She got up as slowly as she could and started her way upstairs sulking the whole way. “I just wanted to see the fight and our friends.”

I swat at her ass again, pushing her quicker upstairs. “I don’t want to hear another sound from you!” That effectively shut her up and made her move faster.

“Get naked and get on the bench.” I grumbled under my breath, and I watched to be sure she got started. Making my way over to the dresser, I grabbed the riding crop and started to close the drawer when the ball gag caught my attention. Her least favorite toy? Perfect! I wasn’t in the mood to make her feel good.

She was naked and laying on the bench when I turned around. Thank goodness she decided to obey one command. Maybe she was starting to crack, but I wasn’t going to take a chance. She’d been extra bratty tonight, and I wasn’t going to let that stand. Not to mention I was pissed she’d ruined my plans for the night.

“Open!” I strapped the ball gag into her mouth, noting the look of disgust on her face when she saw it. “That’s right, brat. Daddy is going to hurt you.” I leaned in close to her face, taking her chin in my hand. “and I’m NOT worried about making you feel good. Tonight’s gonna be all about me.”

I started strapping her down, arms first then legs. Now splayed out before me, totally naked, she looked delicious, and I intended to taste her, soon. Right after I whipped that attitude out of her.

I dragged the crop along her skin as I walked around her, surveying my own little playground. “You picked the wrong day to play brat.” I said ominously as I slid a blindfold over her eyes, slapping the smooth skin of her stomach with the riding crop. She squeaked out in pain. Pink rushed to the surface of her skin as a little welt swelled up.

I hit her again, eliciting a yip from her. “Be quiet! Brats don’t get to cry out.” I slapped both of her legs with the crop. She stayed quiet this time.

I slid the crop over her skin between hits, balancing out the pain with pleasure. Slapping her skin harshly then trailing the leather over her. Her chest, her legs, her arms, her stomach. I hit everywhere. When I hit the inside of her thigh, she lost control and cried out as I was hoping she would.

Leaning down close to her ear, I whispered, “Are you done being a brat yet?” Of course, she couldn’t answer but nodded her head no at the same time a tear slipped out from under the blindfold.

I couldn’t help but smile. My baby doll was always so strong. Ok, if the crop didn’t break her, then it’s time to try something else. I released her arms and legs and flipped her over, tying her down again quickly.

I grabbed the Adrenaline Wheel. This wasn’t my favorite toy. It didn’t cover enough area. I like something that left a nice pink spot, like a swat or a crop, but it had broken her before.

She jerked her leg and curled her foot when I placed the wheel on her heel. A low groan crept out of her. “Oh yea, babydoll. I told you Daddy was going to hurt you.” I rolled the wheel slowly up her leg, gradually increasing the pressure as I went.

She stifled her desire to cry out again but did flinch a couple of times as the wheel rose higher on her legs. By the time I reached her ass, tiny pink dots were rising to her skin. “Just let me know when you’re ready to submit, darlin’.”

She nodded no again! Fuck. She was being so stubborn tonight. As the wheel started going over her ass, I pressed harder and harder. Finally, as the wheel got to her lower back, she cried out. I didn’t stop, but I kept the pressure on the wheel steady now. Each time I pressed over a sensitive spot, she cried out, but didn’t give in. What the fuck was it going to take to break her tonight? There was a long path of pink dots up her right side where the wheel was. I inhaled in frustration. How was she still holding out?  

 Once I’d reached her head, I stopped, moving to her feet and started on the other foot and leg. She held firm until I reached the back of her thigh. As the pins of the wheel pressed into her leg, she finally broke, screaming around the ball gag and tapping her hand wildly on the restraints. I stopped immediately.

“Are you finally tapping out?” I grumbled. She nodded yes wearily. I happily dropped the wheel on the bench and went to remove her blindfold and gag.  “Are you ok?” I asked, seeing the defeat in her eyes.

She stretched out her jaw as I opened her restraints, and when I gathered her into my arms, her tears wet my neck. “Yes, daddy.”

I caressed her back soothingly as I rocked her in my arms. “There’s my good girl. Are you going to behave now?” She nodded yes emphatically.

“I’ll be good.” She whined as she sobbed into my neck.

I carried her to the bed and laid her down gently, leaning down to kiss her sweetly. “Glad to hear it.” I smiled down at her and ran my hand gently down her body as I knelt between her legs. I pushed my hard cock inside her full force. “I wanted tonight to go very differently.” I said as I started fucking her hard.

Her pussy was dripping wet and clenched around my cock. So hot. So tight. It drove me nuts. I lost myself in her. She was trying desperately to keep quiet, but as I thrust into her, little gasps and moans slipped out of her. Truthfully, I loved the noises she made. I know a lot of doms wanted silence, but not me. I wanted to hear how good I was making her feel, and she never disappointed. No matter how quiet she tried to be, when I angled her hips just right so I could hit her g-spot every time I pushed into her she lost control, and I knew that was the fastest way to get her to cum.

In minutes she was writhing under me, her hands grasping at my arms and shoulders, her sounds turning to primal grunts. She was ready to cum, and honestly, I wanted her too. I should have denied her an orgasm given her brattiness earlier, but I didn’t want to. I wanted what I first planned for tonight, to make love to her, to collar her, to solidify our relationship.

Remembering how she had ruined my plans for tonight, anger swelled up in me again. I clenched my jaw in anger and grumbled out “Don’t even think ‘bout cumming sweetheart!” Her eyes shot wide open at my command. The look of bliss across her face turned to panic as she realized my plan. “Bet you wished you hadn’t been a brat now” I smirked at her.

“I’m sorry daddy. So sorry.” She whined out, but I didn’t stop fucking her hard. She tried to speak again, to beg, but she couldn’t. I pounded into her relentlessly.

After a few minutes, he eyes started to close. “No way, baby. Look at me.” I knew she’d cum if she closed her eyes, and it was important I help her focus to keep her from going over the edge. “Keep your eyes on me.”

I slid my hand up her body, wrapping it around her neck. Her eyes opened wider, because we both knew she couldn’t stop herself from cumming if I strangled her to the point that she was lightheaded. Her mouth opened, and she tried to speak “I…… can’t…..” I squeezed harder.

“You can.” I growled down to her. “You can stop it, and you will.” She couldn’t. We both knew it.  I was going to let her cum, but I wanted her to try as hard as she could. When the orgasm hit her, she’d feel even worse for losing control.

She screamed through her raw, scratchy throat despite my hand squeezing it. She screamed as she fell over the abyss. “There ya go sweetheart. There you go.” I soothed her as she came. She was completely wrecked now, crying about her lack of control. “I knew you’d cum. It’s ok.” I soothed her.

Now that she was pliant to me again, maybe I could end up having the night I wanted. I stilled inside her, looking down at her. She was wrecked, mascara all around her eyes, tears shining on her cheeks and neck, hair a complete mess. She never looked more beautiful.

 I leaned in to kiss her passionately. “I had big plans for tonight. I wanted to have a romantic dinner, a bath, love making and lots of snuggling.” I pulled out and pressed back into her. “Then I was gonna collar you tonight.”

Her eye lids were heavy now. She struggled to even look up at me, but her eyes shot wide open when she heard “collar”.

I nodded at her. “Yeah, I was gonna collar you, but now you ruined my plans for tonight.” My words were tempered by the gentle kisses I was placing along her neck and shoulder. Tempered by the slow love making. I couldn’t even pretend to be angry anymore. Her sweet pussy was clenching around my cock, her eyes clouded with lust and with love.

“Sorry” she cried. “I’m so sorry daddy.”

I leaned up to look at her as I stilled inside of her. I wiped away a tear that slid down her cheek. “That’s ok baby. It’s over now. I’m not mad anymore. I promise.” I kissed her again.

I started moving inside her again, slowly, gently while I caressed and kissed her. I was making love to her now, like I wanted to all along, but I did have to admit, I had fun punishing her. I smirked at the thought before leaning in to kiss her gently again.

A needy whimper escaped her. “Ready to cum again baby?” I asked.

She nodded quicky. “Please daddy. May I?”

I smiled at her, “Yeah, doll. Cum all over daddy’s cock.” I wasn’t even done talking when I felt the first clench of her orgasm. Her head shot back, her body arching with pleasure, her wild roar filling the room. “That’s it, princess.”

I rode her through the orgasm, holding mine off as long as I could, but fuck! Her pussy was squeezing my cock so hard, I lost control, bucking hard into her as I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hers, bucking my load deep inside her.

I pulled her onto my shoulder, running my hands over her arms, her back, her hair. Praising her without using words, but she knew. After we recovered, I got up to fill the tub before picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom. I lowered her into the tub and climbed in behind her. She leaned against my chest, half asleep now. I cleaned her as quickly as I could while gently washing her.

After the bath, I dried her off, taking time to check her body for any bruises. There weren’t any bruises, but there were red welts on her legs and ass. I applied a lidocaine cream to sooth the sore areas and tucked her into bed. “Daddy will be right back.” I went downstairs, found my jacket and grabbed the jewelry box out of the pocket.

Once I climbed into the bed next to her, I handed her the box. “Not how I wanted tonight to go, but if you still want me, here’s your collar.” It wasn’t a fancy way of giving it to her, but there was a type of acceptance in giving it to her tonight. Tonight when she had bratted out, when I saw the good and the bad in her. Hell, she saw the good and the bad in me tonight. So, when she took the box out of my hand, I knew that we accepted each other for exactly who we were.

She loved me….. the good, the bad and the ugly, and that meant the world to me.

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