#Rudy leaning back with God's name on his lips as he looks down at what he did. at what will be permanent

[maybanksprincess]

sexual rhythm

WARNINGS: smut, protected p in v, awkward for a lil minute, pet names, fluff, slight age gap, allusions to aftercare, transitions into rougher sex after a while.

lias note — finally proofread, this is requested by one of my fav mooties, @jjmaybankssurfergf , thank you for the request baby! (lowkey feel like i did this wrong).

pairings: rudy pankow x fem!reader

you can hear the faint sound of the lock clicking on Rudy's bedroom door, as you lay on your back half naked on his bed. he towers over you with a nervous expression plastered on his face. he'd finally got you alone with no interruptions in his shared apartment.

he grabs a condom from his nightstand and tears it open with his teeth, sliding it onto his erect length. you can feel his eyes on you, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. he clears his throat, and breaks the silence.

"you ready?" he asks, securing the condom, his eyes staring down at you for any hint of discomfort or wariness.

"yeah," you answer, taking a deep breath in, preparing for whats about to come. you both tried having sex before, but it ended up being awkward and feeling uncomfortable due to the lack of communication.

he walks over to his speaker and turns his rock music down on low, making sure it wasn't too loud, and was only background noise. he then hovers over you again, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times, sliding it between your wet folds, testing the waters.

"Does this feel good?" he asks softly, his soft blue eyes staring down at you, slowly pushing his tip in your hole to see if you pull away. when you nod in approval, he slowly pushes his whole cock in, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

a slight groan is heard from him over the low rock music on his speaker as he buries himself to the hilt, his balls gently tapping your ass in the process.

he slowly rolls his hips into yours, thrusting gently into your wet heat, leaning down to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving soft love bites. after a few thrusts, he lifts his head from your neck to look down at you, seeing your face twisted in pure ecstasy.

"Does that feel okay, baby?" he asks, taking one of his hands away from the side of your head to gently run his hand along your cheek, checking to see if you're uncomfortable.

"yeah," you moan, "feels really good, rudy." you whimper out, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at his cock sliding in and out of your sopping heat, the bedsheets having a small stain beneath the two of you.

"can you go faster?" you ask, shuffling to lay flat on your back again. he nods, his blonde locks falling into his eyes, you bring a hand up to brush them out of the way, looking into his pretty blue eyes.

you can feel him start to speed up, his hips rocking faster against yours, his breathing growing heavier as he fucks you into the mattress of his bed. a small bead of sweat starts to form on his forehead, as he starts to fuck you rough, the headboard hitting the wall with every lewd thrust. thank God chase isn't home.

The bed squeaks as he starts to fuck you deeper, it felt like you were being split in half with the way he was ramming into you, his balls slapping your ass cheeks with every snap of his hips. your nails start clawing at his chest, all his muscles flexing while he pounds into you.

he uses one strong hand to grab your jaw, messily kissing you, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth with ease, he swallows all your moans as his tongue evades your mouth, tasting you all over. he softly bites your lip before mumbling against your lips, "best pussy i ever had mama, who does this pretty pussy belong to?"

"y-you rudy," you squeak against his warm mouth, moaning and babbling as his cock hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and over again.

he brings his hand that was holding your jaw, down to your cunt, rubbing his thumb over your sensitive clit, moving it in tight circles. "cum on my cock, beautiful." he groans, his own orgasm not far behind.

he can feel your walls tighten around him, your warm walls squeezing him in. "fuck mama, you're so tight" he groans, throwing his head back, revealing his unmarked neck, his adams apple bobbing as he shoots his hot cum into the condom.

you both lay there for a few moments, before he breaks the comfortable silence. "was that good? not too much?" he asks, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

you gently kiss his cheek, letting out a soft giggle, "it was perfect, baby." you say, intertwining your fingers with his.

he chuckles along with you, pressing a kiss to your forehead in return. he scoops you up in his muscular arms, walking to the bathroom and setting you down on the counter, pressing soft kisses to your lips. " i love you, pretty girl." he mumbles in between smooches.

"i love you too rudy."

[asonofpeter]

Normal

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: After the events of everything, you and Jaime can finally be alone...

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), fingering, oral fem receiving, penetrative sex, Blue Beetle spoilers?

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Final part! Took me a while but I did it! Short and sweet. This shit got me horny af so it's pretty good hehe. Enjoy!

My work shall also not be translanted, copied or reposted!

“This thing is itchy,” Jaime sighed as he shifted in his seat. “Fuck, can’t reach it,” he dropped his arm. 

“I got you,” you reassured, arm reaching around his back as you lightly grazed his skin, trying to navigate where he was itchy based on his features.

“No, no, a little to the right,” he winced before he relaxed. “Right there,” he closed his eyes in relief. “Thank you, mi amor,” he squeezed your hand. 

You smiled and for the next few minutes, you thought he was good until he started again. 

“Jesus,” he stood up, walked to his room and he threw his shirt over his head. 

“Still?” 

“It’s worse,” he huffed out. “It’s everywhere now,” he glanced in the mirror. 

“Just tell me where,” you walked up beside him.

“Along the edges, where it meets,” he said and you complied.

“Thank you,” he exhaled, turning around to kiss your temple.

Your breath hitched when you opened your eyes to be faced with your shirtless boyfriend. 

“Hmm,” you made a noise, reaching your hand up to brush his skin. “Been a while since I’ve seen you like this,” you said. 

“Oh, yeah,” he smiled, glancing at where you were touching him. 

“We’re home alone,” you added.

With Rocio and Nana shopping at the mall, Millie at work, and Rudy getting some parts for his new truck, you and Jaime were finally alone.

“I bought condoms the other day,” he said and you looked up at him.

“Shut the door,” was all you said.

Jaime nodded and he ran toward it before you both ran to each other, your hands quickly finding their way to his hair and his to your waist. 

You were obsessed with how he felt.

“I missed you,” Jaime sighed, forehead pressed against yours. 

“Me too,” you exhaled, pressing your lips against his. 

Everything grew heated, the intense longing you felt for one another finally pouring over as you both undressed each other. 

You sucked in a breath when his hand pinched your nipple, his other hand squeezing your ass, kneading the soft flesh. You pressed your body against him and he let go of you, hands touching your hips as he guided you on his bed. 

“You are so gorgeous,” he shook his head in disbelief, gaze raking over your body as you rested on your elbows, lip pulling between your teeth, your face heating up under his stare. “I love you so much,” he leaned down and kissed you, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh.

“Jaime,” you called his name softly, resting your head against the pillow, spreading your legs, and welcoming his hand between them. “I love you,” you said before your breath hitched, his fingers gliding along your folds. 

You felt your back arch as he circled his thumb around your clit, your lips becoming wetter, and soon you felt his middle finger go inside you. 

He moaned at the feeling and you could only picture how good it would feel when he was finally inside you. 

“Oh my god, Jaime,” you sighed, hips beginning to move against his palm before he placed another finger inside you, your back arching in the process.

You felt that pressure build and you knew you were close. Embarrisanly way too soon for what it normally took, but hey, it had been too damn long.

“C’mon, mi amor, you got it,” he encouraged, your nails raking down his arm as you gripped onto his wrist. Your hips ground against his fingers, your body withering beneath him as the pleasure became overbearing. 

“Jaime,” you moaned, thighs tightening around his hand when his finger stroked over that rough spot as you finally reached your orgasm. “Oh, fuck,” you cried, voice breathless.

You slowly opened your eyes to gaze at him before you glanced down, your hands still wrapped around his wrist. You relaxed, hands drawing up his arm and over his chest. You maneuvered yourself so he settled between your legs.

“So good, baby,” he kissed your cheek before he placed one on your lips. 

“Mhmm, Jaime,” you breathed, your touch dragging out over his shoulders and down his back. 

He smiled above you, his head dipping down as he pressed his lips along your jaw, trailing down your neck, your collarbone, your chest. He hummed, wrapping his lips around your sensitive peaks, your back arching as he kneaded your flesh. He took his time in exploring your body, savoring each area of skin, each sound escaping your beautiful lips, and each and every feel of you. 

“You are so beautiful,” he kissed down your stomach, hands tracing every curve of your body, squeezing his favorite parts right as he arrived at where you wanted him the most. “So delicate,” he shook his head as he situated himself between your thighs, his strong hands pulling them apart further. “All mine,” he breathed before he licked a long stripe along your pussy, your back curving at his touch. 

You gasped, hands reaching out to clutch the sheets, your thighs instinctively squeezing around his head and he welcomed in by moving your legs over his shoulders. You let out a trail of moans, your fingers finding their way to his soft brown curls, pushing him further against your core.

His tongue traced a small pattern on your clit, his lips wrapped plumply around the bud as he sucked. He knew you were sensitive, his eyes opening to catch your uncontrolled body as you struggled to feel the pleasure you were longing for. He placed his hands on your hips, holding you down as he continued. 

You began to move your hips, but his grip stopped you and you whined at the lack of control. You heard him chuckle against you and that only served as another gasp of pleasure leaving you. You missed having him between your legs and seeing him as he ate you out. Sometimes it felt like he loved it more than you. 

“I’m gonna-,” you lifted your head, lightening the pressure on his head as you felt your second orgasm approach. “Fuck, Jaime,” you moaned, falling back on the bed as you came undone.

You caught your breath, eyes dazed as you stared at the ceiling. You felt smooches on your body, moving up before your boyfriend came into view. 

“I really missed that,” you said, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“It’s been too long,” he cupped your face, reaching down to kiss you. 

You thought about it, aware that it’s been more than a few months. Probably the day he left for his final year at Gotham University. 

“It has,” you agreed, getting up and moving him onto his back before you straddled him. His underwear is the only thing blocking you. You shifted, grinding slightly on him and you grinned when you felt him beneath you. “I definitely missed this,” you smirked, dipping your hand in his underwear and wrapping your hand around his length. 

“Mi amor,” he closed his eyes and you licked your lips deviously. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you inside me again,” you reached over to his nightstand where you knew the condoms were, and pulled one out, not ripping your attention away from him as you lazily pumped him. “All those lonely nights I wished you were fucking me, whispering my name in my ear,” you glanced down at your work, his precum dripping down your hand.

You stared back at Jaime, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to keep focus, beads of sweat forming on his skin and you wondered how his senses had changed ever since Khadji-Da was introduced. 

“You say the right things,” he sat up, grabbing your head and pressing his lips against yours, moving you to your back in the process. “Always so perfect for me,” he said against your lips, his hips lining up with yours and soon he sank into you, your walls wrapping around him.

“Oh,” you both sucked in a breath when he stilled inside you. 

“Please,” you furrowed your brows. “Can we savor this?” you asked, reaching up to press your forehead against his. 

“Mhmm,” he nodded, gulping. 

You wrapped your legs around him, hands coming up to touch his biceps and you moved to hide your face in his neck, inhaling his wonderful scent.

After a beat, he began to rock his hips, your tightness sucking him back in with each thrust. You dragged your nails down his muscles, everything sensitive and you felt the way your walls craved the feel of his cock, the sensation traveling all the way back to your bud, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” you moaned, clutching onto him.

“Neither am I,” he groaned, lips pressing against your ear. 

“Fuck,” you came first with him following right after. 

He rolled off you, disposing of the condom before he welcomed you to cuddle against him. 

“I think it’s time we start thinking of getting our own apartment,” you said after a beat of silence. 

“I agree,” he brushed your arm with his hand, rolling to his side to see your face. 

You smiled, puckering your lips and he grinned as he reached down to kiss you. Things were normal again but you both knew one thing, no matter what you’d be where the other goes…

~

Reblogs are the best!

[8-rae-rae-8]

RAHHH

Mean Rudy….

[pankowcrumbs]

The Interview Mishap X Rudy Pankow (Requested)

Sitting in the plush studio chairs, I felt the familiar buzz of excitement and nervousness. Interviews weren’t new to me or the Outer Banks cast, but this one promised to be particularly entertaining. We were all together—Chase, Jonathan, Madelyn, Madison, Drew, Carlacia, Rudy, and me—lined up in a semicircle for a live-streamed Q&A session with one of the industry’s most fun interviewers. The lights were bright, the cameras were rolling, and the energy was electric.

The interviewer, a bubbly woman named Megan, greeted the audience with enthusiasm. "Welcome back, everyone! Today, we have the cast of Outer Banks!" The audience—both live and virtual—cheered as we waved.

"Alright," Megan began, flipping through her cards, "I’ve heard you guys are a riot together, so I expect nothing less than pure chaos today."

"You’ve been warned," Drew quipped, leaning back in his chair with a grin.

The first few questions were standard—favorite moments on set, how we related to our characters, and behind-the-scenes shenanigans. Everyone was in a great mood, bouncing off each other’s energy. Madison kept cracking jokes, Jonathan was his usual laid-back self, and Chase couldn’t resist interrupting with stories that usually spiraled into laughter.

"Okay," Megan said, leaning forward conspiratorially, "what’s the funniest thing that’s happened to you all recently?"

Madelyn and Carlacia exchanged a glance before Carlacia burst out laughing. "Oh, definitely when Madison thought the fake seagull on set was real. She tried to feed it chips."

"It looked so real!" Madison protested, throwing her hands up. "You can’t blame me."

"You fed it for, like, ten minutes," Chase added, barely holding back laughter. "And then you got mad when it didn’t eat."

The room erupted into laughter, and even Megan was wiping tears from her eyes.

As the interview went on, Megan decided to spice things up with a rapid-fire round. "Alright, quick answers only. Who’s the clumsiest on set?"

"Y/N," everyone said in unison.

"What?!" I exclaimed, though I couldn’t help but laugh.

"You tripped over a flat surface yesterday," Rudy pointed out, smirking.

"Betrayal!" I gasped, dramatically clutching my chest.

Halfway through the interview, Megan asked a question that had us all cracking up. "If you were stranded on a desert island, which one of you would be the most useless?"

"Chase," Jonathan said immediately, earning a mock-offended gasp from Chase.

"Why me?"

"Because you’d try to ‘improvise’ and end up setting the island on fire," Madelyn said, rolling her eyes fondly.

"I’m resourceful!" Chase argued, but the laughter drowned him out.

Things were going great until disaster struck. Megan asked us to share a favorite memory from filming, and as I leaned back to laugh at one of Drew’s stories, the back leg of my chair gave way. Time seemed to slow as I flailed for balance before hitting the floor with a loud thud.

For a second, there was silence. Then Madison’s laughter exploded, loud and uncontrollable.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" she wheezed, clutching her sides. Her laughter was so infectious that within seconds, the entire cast had joined in, tears streaming down their faces as they doubled over.

Well, almost everyone. Rudy immediately jumped up and rushed to my side.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, crouching next to me and gently placing a hand on my arm. His concern was genuine, his blue eyes scanning me for any sign of injury.

I nodded, feeling equal parts embarrassed and touched. "I’m fine," I whispered, trying not to laugh myself.

As he helped me up, our eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us. His hand lingered on mine, and I could see the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"You sure?" he murmured softly.

"I promise," I said, smiling back.

The moment passed quickly as Drew and Chase continued to lose it in the background, reenacting my fall in exaggerated slow motion. Rudy shook his head, muttering something about "children" before guiding me back to my chair he picked up.

The rest of the interview was a blur of laughter and inside jokes. Megan wrapped things up by thanking us for being such good sports, and we posed for a group photo before heading out.

Later that evening, I was scrolling through my phone when the notifications started pouring in. Fans had already clipped the moment Rudy helped me up, and the comments were wild:

"Did you see the way Rudy looked at Y/N? OMG!"

"They’re totally dating. No one’s that concerned unless they’re in love."

"Rudy and Y/N are my new favorite ship."

Before I could process it, a message popped up in the group chat.

Chase: "So... anything you wanna tell us, Y/N? Rudy?"

Madison: "That look though. Spill!"

Carlacia: "Don’t leave us hanging!"

I groaned, burying my face in my hands as more messages rolled in.

Jonathan: "Guess the secret’s out."

Drew: "Called it. Pay up, Chase."

Just as I was about to reply, another text came through, this time from Rudy.

Rudy: "You okay? Want me to handle this?"

Smiling, I typed back: "I’ll survive. But thanks."

His reply came almost instantly. "Anytime. I love you, even when you fall off chairs on live streams."

I reply back "I love you too my knight in shining armor thanks again for coming to my rescue" 

I set my phone down, my heart feeling light despite the chaos. Maybe our secret wasn’t as safe as we thought, but I couldn’t bring myself to mind. After all, if the world wanted to ship Rudy and me, who was I to argue? we are a cute couple.

[ragingbookdragon]

u ask alejandro??? oh my oh my! what about ale with exhausted reader who keeps pushing herself to her limit?

I ask all the Alejandro <3

***

Alejandro was happy Laswell had sent one of her best information specialists to help the fight against the cartel, but he’d quickly come to realize that as endearing and earnest as she was, she overworked herself far too much.

Everyone seemed to know it before Alejandro even did, that he’d fallen in love with her. Always treated her a little more special than everyone else, even Rudy agreed that Alejandro doted on her more than he did him—and all the Vaqueros knew Alejandro was soft when it came to Rudy.

But God, if she wasn’t loved by them all. Kind, sweet, smart as whip, couldn’t fight to save her life of course, her best self-defense was yelling “STRANGER DANGER!” and waving a hot-pink taser. Alejandro thinks that’s how his love for her began to grow, actually teaching her to defend herself.

He knocks on her door, a bouquet of roses in his hand, black tie undone from his black shirt and suit, he wonders if maybe she’d forgotten about their date.

There’s no answer and he knocks again before trying the door handle, it twists and he steps inside, toeing quietly into the room to see her room dimly lit, there she sit at her desk, slumped over a laptop with a screen-saver shifting around, a bundle of folders and papers all over the wood.

Alejandro sighs almost fondly, seeing the same exact image that Rudy had found him in so often. He sets the flowers down on her dresser, gently tapping the pad of the laptop to wake it up. It’s the CIA documents, but she’s already been logged out after so much time inactive. He exits the documents, saves her works, and shuts it off before gathering the documents around her desk.

El Sin Nombre—The Nameless/He With No Name—Former Special Forces Valeria Garza. Released after the mandatory twenty-four hours, gone into hiding, no record or sighting of her in Las Almas. Intelligence from CIA and the Mexican Government are reporting that she’s taking up shop outside in surrounding cities miles away while still controlling the cartel forces remaining in Las Almas.

There are so many documents with scribbles all around, How can I get Alejandro more information on the cartel without endangering anyone? His family resides in Oaxaca. Can’t let cartel forces know. CIA wants to move them again for safety. Somewhere to the US. Laswell is already looking into new cities for his family.

It makes his heart ache that she’s taking such a stress for him. For his family, for the ones he loves. Alejandro realizes he’s so deeply in love with her that it’s not even funny.

He gently lifts her from her desk, pulls her into his arms and holds her close as he carries her to her bed. She stirs, lolling her head against his shoulder; but doesn’t wake like he’s worried she will. When he lays her down, she curls into her covers, already going back to sleep, and Alejandro sighs fondly as he brushes the hair from her head and leans down, second guessing himself for a solid second before he presses his lips to her head.

Que sueñes con los angelitos, mi alma.

[bitchysouljellyfish]

“El día que me quieras”

Rodolfo Parra/Reader

Inspired by this and the incredible writings of @yeyinde because God their writings are to die for! Title is inspired by the song of the same name by Carlos Gardel! The indented writing is done by yeyinde!

Enjoy!

The ocean is a distant roar beyond the sprawling green cut into the fells. The scent of heliotrope and sun-ripened tomatoes is heavy in the balmy air that pulses around you like a heartbeat.

Your finger taps the porcelain mug on the patio table, eyes soaking in the crystalline shore in the distance, basking in the sun. The warmth. The door slides open. Music from inside drifts out. Los Cojolites. He has a fondness for son jarocho. You can smell the sweet mole he's cooking waft through.

He comes up behind you, hands on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing circles on your bare skin. You lean back, head pressed to his tummy as you squint up at him. He's bathed in ochre from the sun: a halo around him that bleeds into your retinas until all you see his the shape of him. Your pulse quickens.

He smiles down at you, lunar white. Love in shades of vermillion leak from the curve of his mouth.

"Want some company, cariño?"

As if you'd ever say no.

Alejandro introduced you to him.

You were the medic, part of the Task Force 141 that had came to Las Almas to assist with El Sin Nombre. You were dwarfed by the other two men who accompanied you, El Fantasma and Soap who had you tucked into the middle of them, protecting you from harm as you protected them from the Reaper.

"This is Seargeant Major Rudolfo Parra, my right hand man. Ghost, Soap, and Bog." He points to you last, and you give him a smile and a nod and he feels the sun on his face like never before. You were radiant, the stress and trauma gracing your eyes but it didn't stop the rays of hope that shined through them. He almost didn't notice the strange call sign.

"Tengo miedo de los fantasmas." He attempted to joke but got nothing but a flat stare in return. "And...Bog?"

You sighed in exasperation, Soap chuckling and slapping his knee in glee. "Feel free to call me Doc instead, Sergeant Major. Soap is terrible with call signs." And that is where it ended, the conversation going serious as he drove through the streets of his home with the gradual realization that eyes were on him, but they were not vicious.

The name Bog stuck much more easily than Doc, to your dismay he could tell, but he had to admit. It fit you. You bounced back from injuries and stressful situations like the soft ground you were named after, yet you could spew acid at those deserving.

"You be safe huh, Darlin'? Can't be too careful with our good ol'doc." Graves's southern drawl cuts through the comms.

You sighed, irritation and anger apparent in your voice. "It's Doctor or Captain, Commander Graves. I give you respect you give me respect."

"What about Bog?"

"Friends can call me Bog."

"We aint-"

"No."

Soap snickered through the ear piece, Ghost telling them to stay focused before the comms went silent again. You were waiting at headquarters with Rudy and the other members of his unit on standby in case there was any medical emergencies while the others went through the cartel compound.

"Doctor?" He asked, because you certainly didn't look old enough to have one.

You turned with wide eyes, doe like he recalled, before smiling and showing your ID card. "Got it while I was enlisted, then I went to Officer Candidate School and the rest is history."

"Your family must be proud, as should your team to have such capable hands with them." He turned his chair so he was resting his arms on the back, one eye and ear out on the cameras.

"Gaz thinks differently, says I'm a torturer with a needle but that's just because he's afraid of them." Then you put a finger to your lips and pursed them, winking at him so slyly that it made his heart leap into his throat. "But I'm not supposed to tell anyone that."

He laughed, resting his head on his hand and tried to keep the admiration out of his eyes. "You have my word, bonita, I won't tell a soul."

You and him spoke like that for ages, only breaking when the on ground team needed something. Your chairs were significantly closer together than when you had started.

He had become so smitten with you in the small time he had known you that when they were relieved of duty he didn't want to end the conversation. He walked you back to a room just for you, female soldiers weren't common in Mexican Special Forces, talking low and walking slow as to prolong his time with you. You had told him about your home in America, somewhere cold that got snow every once in a while and he had watched as you spoke animated about what you would do with your family.

"What about you Rudy? Any experience with snow?"

"Enough to know I am not built for it," he laughed, "No, my home is by the coast, with plenty of warmth for the rest of my days."

"Oh a beach man huh? Am I gonna get the chance to see you in a speedo?" You smirked at him, stopping at your door and peering up at him through your lashes.

"I am Mexican, Bonita, not European, but..." all of the confidence he had managed to keep throughout the night melted away suddenly. Shaking hands reached for your fingers, just enough for them to curl around your knuckles and you held them twice as tightly. "I could take you, some day, when this has calmed down. You would like it. I will make you so much food and drinks you would not know what to do with it all."

You stepped forward and kissed his cheek, feather light and petal soft but it was enough to knock him off his feet. "Its a date. Good night Rudy."

"Buenos noches, bonita."

He had watched you, passing glances through the time you spent with Los Vaqueros and became entranced. You were intelligent, witty, funny, beautiful, and strong, you had to be to carry wounded from the field but it did nothing to rough up the hands you had touched him so delicately with.

Yet those hands, oh those hands, were sculpted by angels he was sure.

You had patched him up after Hassan Zyani left him for dead and Alejandro, his brother in all but blood, saved him from the building, blood running down his head and barely able to walk he was so dazed. He remembered you laying him down, cold water on his face and you soft eyes and gentle hands on his skin and he thought it was heaven. You barked orders to get medical supplies, but made your voice soft and warm when you spoke to him. He noticed then that you always did that, when it was just the two of you or when the attention was away, you spoke to him as if he something soft and gentle to and by God he was.

He was clay in your hands, clay to be molded and shaped to fit into your shape so that your radiance could heat him and bring him back to life so that he may support you and hold you and keep you safe.

"I think a new call sign is in order, hermosa." He whispered, numb to the pain in his head as he raised a hand to hold your face.

"Shh, Rudy, hold still. I'm almost done." You caught his hand, squeezing it tightly as you wrapped the bandages around his head.

"I think Angel is much more fitting. Eres un ángel, esos suaves toques solo podrían pertenecer a una." You smiled and finished the bandages, looking down at him with fondness as you held his hand to your chest.

"I think you have a concussion."

"Perhaps," he shrugged and used his other hand to grasp your cheek. "Or perhaps I have died and the angels had no other choice but to use your face, although I hope that is not the case. I still have to take you to the coast." He struggled to keep his eyes open as the pain medication you gave him started to take effect.

Rodolfo felt something then, firmer but still soft as roses on his lips. "You better." He heard you say, another gentle touch on his forehead that he couldn't recognize before slipping unconscious.

The next time he would kiss you would be just before you left, Valeria in custody and the plane that would cart you away from him waiting behind you. You take his hand and press an envelope into it. "I'm a romantic." You explained, "Write to me?"

He cradled your face and pulled you close, kissing your lips with as much gusto and adoration he could fit into it before he could lose his nerve. The feeling of your arms wrapped around his neck would soon become a favorite of his.

"I will." One more kiss to your lips and you were away.

It would be another six months before he could hold you in his arms again, swinging you around once you came off the airport terminal and committing the sound of your laugh to memory. He wasted no time in taking you to his villa, one hand on your thigh as he drove and you resting against his arm.

And soon the ocean is a distant roar, muffled by the sounds of his Los Cojolites and the sizzling of breakfast he was cooking. The scent of heliotrope and sun-rippened tomatoes is heavy in the balmy air that pulses in time with his heart. His shirt open and revealing the marks you had given him the night before and that morning and he sees you, sitting on the veranda with a cup of coffee and tour own marks on display. Rodolfo smiles and walks out, settling behind you with a hand on your shoulder and another under your chin as he looks at you with nothing but love.

"Want some company, cariño?"

And he knows you could never say no.

[softboydrew]

sneak away and love me

warning: this piece has smut- oral sex

- long awaited first smut piece. pls don't bite my head off LMAO

Drew was in a predicament, a big one in fact.

You might wonder why, and it’s because of his girlfriend, who looks like molten sex appeal in a soft sugar cone while sitting on their shared towel with water droplets all over her newly tanned skin.

He watches her from afar as she innocently reads her newest beach read. He can’t help but smile at her, of course she’d try and get out of the water earlier than everyone else.

Which brings us back to why Drew mentally curses himself.

A weekend getaway with friends is always a good idea, but not when you want alone time with your girlfriend, and Drew hasn’t gotten any alone time with y/n since they arrived.

Granted, there hasn’t been time in between long beach days- to hourly dinners that lead to way too much overpriced wine, causing everyone including the couple to fall face first into their pillows.

“Who wants to go to the Airbnb and grab lunch?” Y/n says, snapping drew out of his sulky mood.

“I’m gonna stay” Maddie shouts back.

"Were good!" Rudy chimes in before turning around to splash the rest of your friends.

Drew looks around at their friends who shrug their shoulders, all of them still enjoying the refreshing water that helps them escape the heat.

Drew doesn’t even say anything while he feels himself splashing towards y/n, she’s sliding on her cotton shorts and smiling at him as she grabs her phone.

“You sure you don’t wanna miss water tag?” She says pointing towards her friends making him to crinkle his nose.

Y/n laughs, shaking her head at him before he grabs her small hand in his while they begin making their way back to the bungalow.

"I'd rather do something else" he says, licking his salty lips.

"I know, I'm starving!" she says, not catching the drift of his underlying comment. His lips tremble into a smirk at her innocence.

"Mhm" he hums.

-

"This sandwich has been calling my name all afternoon." Y/n chuckles as she reaches into the fridge to retrieve the sandwich in question. She garbs the bag of jalapeño chips from the cabinet and brings the food to the island counter, where her boyfriend sits, his fingers tapping impatiently against the marble.

"I bet." Drew says uninterested- sticking his tongue against his cheek as he watches her pop a chip into her mouth.

Y/n gives Drew a questionable look as she takes a bite out of her sandwich before looking around the large kitchen and back over at him. "Are you not going to eat?" she questions. "You didn't have to come here just for me, babe." she says, covering her mouth after swallowing her food.

"Oh I will, I'm just not in the mood for that." Drew says, making his way around the counter to stand next to his girlfriend who of course, has no idea what he's talking about.

"Okay, then get something else." she deadpanned. "I think we still have that potato salad in the fridge if you want."

Drew hums as he moves his body closer to hers and runs his finger tips against the back of her arm, causing a shiver up her spine as she reaches for the glass of water in front of her. "I don't want that either." he says quietly, making his way towards her damp hair, sliding it over her other shoulder.

Y/n's eyes widen once she realizes what her boyfriends intentions are and she can't help but scoff as she feels his lips fan against the back of her exposed neck. Drew kisses her shoulder while wrapping his arms around her hips, allowing his body to press against her in all the right places. He traces his lips up against her soft skin and y/n giggles, feeling his hot breath tickle against her neck as she leans back and feels his hardness from the instant contact of her lower back.

"What do you want then?" she asks, turning around in his hold, disregarding her half eaten sandwich.

"You're finally catching on?" he teases while gripping her hips between his large palms.

Y/n scowls at him making him chuckle and bite his lip as he watches her run her small hands up and down his torso. "Well, why didn't you just say so?"

Drew lets out a long huff and dips his head down towards her face level and presses his nose against hers, rutting his hips against hers in the process, causing y/n to let out a sharp breath. "Too many distractions." he groans before pressing his lips against hers forcefully.

Y/n's hands travel up towards his hair and griped onto the strands, earning a moan to escape her boyfriends lips. The way her body arched under his made him swell even more than he thought possible. The way her soft hands dug into his hair as they both explored each other's mouths with wonder like they haven't took in one another in a decade made the fire ignite in bottom of y/n's stomach, earning a whimper to escape from her now, red swollen lips.

Y/n's head fell back as Drew pushed her harder against the marble counter, his large hands gripping her hips in a addictive fashion. The thin fabric of her cotton shorts would be no match for the bruises she'd probably see tomorrow, but she didn't mind, she craved it as she felt him use his lips as a paint brush against the canvas of exposed skin. The sponges of kisses against her chest began to travel down, down, down her body and she sucked in a breath as she looked down to see her boyfriend drop to his knees, his face being level to her core.

"Not here." she croaked out, her hand flying to her chest in surprise as Drew smiled at how he's already got her mesmerized by his actions.

"C'mon, pretty girl."

Drew stands to his feet and chuckled as y/n immediately jumped into his arms eagerly. Wrapping her legs around him, causing him to let out a sharp inhale at the contact of her heat against his member. She swallows his sounds against her lips while he carefully maps out the way to the bedroom they shared. To their advantage, the bedroom was straight down the hall from the kitchen and with enough ease Drew managed to get the both of them behind the bedroom door without any hiccups. With smug satisfaction at the way y/n attacked his face and neck with sloppy kisses and teasing touches Drew let his girlfriend down onto her own feet and stood back to take in her presence.

"Thank God for no stairs." He says causing them to let laughter fill the bedroom as he gripped her shorts by his pointer finger, pulling her closer to him in the process.

"I can't believe you didn't trip or slam me into something." Y/n giggles making them both snort in remembrance of previous mishaps.

"Shut up!" Drew giggles as y/n watches him slide down her shorts, painfully slow causing her to press her lips together as they finally pool down at her feet.

She locks eyes with him as he backs her up towards the bed, a haunting smirk forming on his lips as he quickly pushed her onto the bed, a soft giggle falling from y/n as he crawls over her while she awkwardly shuffles towards the pillows. Blushes and bashfulness bubbling between them as Drew watched y/n's head fall back against the fluffy pillows.

"Come here" y/n pleads, clutching onto the back of his neck, forcing his lips onto hers greedily. Drew's body fits perfectly against y/n's and they both moan at the contact of his tongue finally meeting hers again causing Drew's hips to twist into hers, whimpers drown between the two of them. "P-please." she whines, her neck arching at the feeling of him pulse against the bottoms of her bikini.

Y/n's back arched painfully as Drew repeated his movements, the both of the gasping out as y/n gripped at his shoulders. "Please what?" he taunted as he roamed the palm of his hand against her chest, pinching her nipple earning a cry from y/n.

"Y-you know wh-what." she stuttered with her eyes snapped shut and her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt his hands drag down towards her bottoms. "Don't tease me." she snapped, feeling his ego pool around them.

Drew laughed as she opened her eyes and dug her nails into his shoulder blades, the sting making excitement jolt through his body before he decided to pull down her bottoms, throwing them across the room knowing that she'd have his head later for not being able to find them.

"I won't tease you." he finally said. "Not until you tell me what you want." he said darkly causing y/n to instinctively try and snap her legs shut at the raspiness of his voice causing his eyes to darken. "Speak." he ordered making y/n's legs give out from under her, her heat pulsing at each demanding word he spoke.

"I-" she sighed as her cheeks flushed under his hard gaze, "I- I want your mouth..." she let out an embarrassed chuckle.

Drew pressed his lips together noticing her lack of confidence, his hand traveling up her body and gripped her chin in his large hand, forcing her to look up at him. A smile in return made y/n's nerves quickly fade as she looked at her boyfriend who did nothing but adore her especially at her most vulnerable. "Where do you want my mouth?" he questioned lightly making y/n bite her lip and arch her hips against his. "Use your words baby." he said in amusement.

"I want your lips here." she whispered, gripping his hand a bringing it down towards her sex, Drew's mouth went agape as he watched her eyes roll back at the slight friction of his knuckles against her naked self. "I'm asking nicely." she said with excited eyes.

Without a word Drew pushed off of his elbows and crawled down against her, giggles filling the room once again as y/n watched him grip her curvy hips and trace his hands against her thighs and spread them open for him.

"Open for me pretty girl." His breath fanned against her bundle making her shiver and lay her hands on he head as she watched his eyes take in her state. Before she could even take another breath, Drew's lips hungrily found where she needed him most and her fingers dug into his hair painfully tight causing him to moan against her body.

The feeling of him vibrating against her caused y/n to let out a cry, her head falling to the side as her back arched against his lips while he explored her with gentle strokes of his tongue, her mind slipping away into pure bliss.

"Does that feel nice baby girl?" he groaned against her with flushed cheeks, his hunger finally being met as he tased her arousal.

"Yesyes!" y/n moaned not being able to breath in a pause as she felt his lips capture her bundle of nerves in ways that were villainous. "Don't stop, please let me-" she didn't even have the luxury of finishing her sentence as drew shoved her hips down back onto the mattress, hungrily finishing off what he had been craving all weekend long. The bedroom was now filled with moans that would make passerby's gawk and stop in surprise. Y/n didn't care, nor have the capacity to stop herself from the explosion of bliss she felt, her legs shaking as she felt her boyfriends palm rest against her mouth and encourage her to scream into his hand as he moved his other set of fingers into her entrance to allow, one, two, three fingers explore her in ways nobody ever could.

"Go ahead, I got you. I got you." he encouraged with words that dripped liked honey causing y/n's fire to burst, her back arching as her hand quickly moved to grip the duvet, her eyes snapping shut as waves thrashed around her, Drew's hand moving from her mouth to let her come undone as he gripped onto her hip and support her movements against his mouth, her noises dying into whimpers as she crashed against the mattress. "There you go, I told you I got you." he mused.

Pulling away from her center, y/n gulped at the loss of contact, her sleepy eyes opening to reveal her boyfriend crawling beside her now, his hand caressing her body as she smiled weakly at him. Drew's eyes filled will concern as she placed her hand against his bicep and nodded reassuringly. "Thank you." she whispered.

"You need anything?" he wondered.

"I'm perfect." she hummed happily.

Drew chuckles and leans towards y/n, kissing her lips tenderly earning a hum from y/n as she tastes herself on his lips. She moves her shaky hand towards the elastic of his swim trunks making him grip her hand as he sits up slowly. "It's okay, we can take a break." he says looking down at her.

"Are you sure?" she says running her hands up his arm tenderly.

Drew nods, bending down to retrieve a soft kiss, "Always." he promises. "Lets get you cleaned up, okay?" he nearly whispers as he stands from the bed and scoops y/n up into his arms, heading towards the ensuite as she let out soft giggles and thank you's.

"I can walk myself you know!" y/n chimed as he set her down on the tiled floor.

Drew flashed his bright smile her way as he turned on the hot water for the shower, kicking off his trunks and watching y/n slip off her top. "I like taking care of you though." he said cheekily, taking her hand and pulling her into the shower with him.

The two wincing at the satisfying warmth of the water. Y/n wrapped her arms around Drew as he grabbed the wash cloth and began cleaning her off, her cheeks tinted pink as she watched him lovingly.

"I don't think we're ever gonna go back to the beach if you keep treating me so good." y/n teased.

"I could go an extra round plus dessert." Drew winked.

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Hate to Love You - Chapter 3

Summary: tension mounts between you and Rudy and you are forced to take actions

Warnings: masturbation (male & fem), sex toys, mutual masturbation, slapping, lots of teasing, 18+

The following morning was awkward, Rudy doing his best to avoid speaking to you or even be in the same room. You spent most of the day by yourself, organizing his schedule for the coming week and arguing with yourself internally as to whether you should try to talk to him about the kiss or not. All week long he was distant and cold, not even attempting to flirt no matter how much you tried to lure him in. For some reason this made you angrier, pissed off that he was acting like a child after making a move on you first. Your outfits had gotten skimpier with each passing day he ignored you, wondering if parading around the house naked would at least make him acknowledge you existed. By Friday you were so wound up, torn between slapping him and asking what the fuck his problem was or kissing him again.

He came home from the gym around noon, shirtless once again with beads of sweat rolling down over his chiseled chest and abs. He looked like a god, sculpted from marble and totally irresistible. You wondered how his salty skin would taste, drool pooling at the thought of licking him. He said a quick hello through the crack in your door before disappearing into his room, presumably to shower. An idea formed, your bathroom walls were shared and you were desperately hoping to grab his attention. You heard his shower start, quickly stripping and grabbing your vibrator from the closet. It wasn't what you wanted but it would have to do. You turned on your shower, hot water cascading down and instantly melting away some of the tension in your body. Sitting down on the bench you open your legs wide, leaning back against the wall and pressing the cool metal of the vibrator against your swollen clit. "Shit," your body was desperate for relief, wound so tight you could hardly stand it.

You pressed the button to start the vibrations, unable to hold back your moans as pleasure starts to course through your veins. Your head falls backwards against the cool tiles as your back arches, orgasm approaching way too quickly. "Fuck Rudy, so good," you moan out loudly, knowing damn well he can hear you. You picture him with his cock in his hand, pumping fast and hard in the shower as he races towards his own high, hoping your moans and whimpers were driving him crazy. Your fantasy runs wild, imaging Rudy on his knees below you, flicking your clit with his tongue faster and faster as he pumps his thick fingers in and out of your soaked entrance. Just as you feel the band about to snap the bathroom door flies open, Rudy emerging through the frame with his eyes clouded with lust. He walks right up the shower door, eyes glued to your sex as you rock the vibrator against your clit. Your eyes trail down his body, gasping when you find him naked, large cocking standing proud before he wraps his hand around his length, starting to jerk quickly just as you'd imagined. "Go on then y/n, cum for me." The erotic mixture of him naked in front of you pleasuring himself and his dirty words does you in, falling apart with a scream. He follows shortly after, painting his hand white as he cums with your name on his lips. He leaves wordlessly, casting a final glance over his shoulder at your shuddering form before disappearing.

The film schedule had flipped to nights, your drive to set quiet as ever once again. "Are we just going to keep doing this?" He glances over at you, sighing heavily as his eyes return to the road. "Doing what y/n?" "Flirting? Fucking around? Making out then not talking? What's the end goal here Rudy?" He shakes his head, pulling up next to his trailer before hopping out and avoiding your question. "Come on, we need to talk about this." "No, we don't. End of discussion." He enters the trailer and lets the door slam behind him, effectively shutting you out.

You walk across set, eventually running into Drew who thankfully is happy to see you. "Y/n! Hey! Wanna help me run through this next scene?" "Hey Drew, yeah sure. What's up?" You play his counter part, following along and reading from the script as you watch him transform into Rafe. You'd always thought he was attractive, but seeing how passionate he gets when in character stirs something inside of you. Before you know it you're flirting; finding excuses to touch his arm, complimenting his acting skills and how well he portrays Rafe, fawning over his muscles when he starts flexing for you. As you sit with your thigh touching Drew's Rudy approaches, anger clear as day on his face at the sight of you so close to his friend. Unsure what has come over you, your body snaps into action before your brain can protest. You grab Drew's hand, pulling his attention away from his script. "Drew, would you want to go out with me sometime?" He looks a little shocked at first, definitely surprised but quickly recovers. "Sure y/n. I'd love to take you to dinner." Your conversation is cut short by Drew being called to set, promising to text you before taking off.

"What the fuck was that?" Rudy's tall form towers over you, eyes blazing with jealousy. "What? I told you I wanted you to hook me up with Drew. You clearly aren't interested so I don't see what the problem is." You toss your hair nonchalantly behind your shoulder, scrolling through your phone and not giving Rudy the time of day. He lets out what sounds like a growl, grabbing your hand and dragging you up out of your chair, stumbling as you try to keep up with his long stride. "Seriously, what is your PROBLEM?" you yell, shoving him away from you outside of his trailer. "You. You're my problem." he spits, chest rising and falling rapidly with his anger. "Oh really? That's cute. All I've been trying to do is make your life easier but you just make mine worse! You drive me crazy. I can't fucking stand you."

He backs you up against the wall, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head. You slap him and he chuckles darkly, pressing his covered erection against your stomach. "You can't stand me? Is that right? You're seriously telling me if I feel under your skirt right now my fingers won't come away wet?" Emphasizing his words his ring-clad hand snakes up your thigh, stopping just short of the material of your panties. You bite back a moan and he smiles, closing the short distance and brushing his fingers lightly over the damp lace. "That's what I thought, sweetheart." His breath tickles your ear as he traces soft patterns over your panties, only making you wetter. Your hands wrap around his biceps, nails digging into his skin as he tortures you. "You're mine and mine only. Do you understand?" He bites your neck hard and you stifle a scream, pain mixing with pleasure and making your head spin. You nod your head, too prideful to say the words but that's not good enough for him. "Oh no princess, use your words." "God I fucking hate you. I'm yours, damn it. Please." He grins in victory, pulling away his hand and stalking off to set leaving you wet and breathless. You really did hate him, but you sort of loved him too.

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GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER

"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody

Gif Credit: @ymagor

A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!

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Masterlist

NATE FICK-

Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.

He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.

So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."

And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.

So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.

So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea

And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️

"Hey, c'mere."

The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."

Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.

"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"

Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.

"Why would I?"

BRAD COLBERT-

Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t

Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.

When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.

Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.

You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.

While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.

But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.

“You’re beautiful.”

Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting. 

RAY PERSON-

THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.

He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.

So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.

“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“

Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.

Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.

Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.

“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”

It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.

POKE ESPERA-

Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!

Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.

But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.

Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.

So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.

An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.

While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.

“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”

“I can’t wait to kiss you.”

“Your eyes stole all of my words away”

And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.

You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”

You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.

WALT HASSER-

Here comes our favourie country pumpkin

Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world

Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)

So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are

Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!

Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.

“Walt?”

He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”

“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”

Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my

RUDY REYES-

Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.

So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.

First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.

Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.

You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.

Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing  exercises do actually help.

EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-

Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭

I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.

But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.

Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,

“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”

Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”

So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.

Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.

The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!

Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.

He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.

“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”

DOC BRYAN-

The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR

Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.

He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in

Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.

Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.

Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.

When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.

But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.

After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.

[countryclubstarkey]

First Time - Rudy Pankow (Smut)

Not My Gif

Pairings: Rudy Pankow x Reader; Some JJ Maybank x Y/C/N

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Virgin Reader, Dry Humping, Oral Sex (Female Receiving). 

Word Count: 2.5k+

Y/C/N = Your Character’s name.

A/N: This request, I hope you like it, sorry it took some time! I didn’t mean to make it this long LOL. 

Getting the job as JJ Maybank’s love interest is a blessing and a punishment at the same time. JJ is a very sexually active character, and that means so is your character. This results in a few steamy scenes between you and Rudy. 

The downside is that you have zero experience when it comes to sex, you’ve had a few boyfriends, but the furthest you’ve gone is some hardcore french kissing. Rudy, on the other hand, is a sex god; some of the stories that you’ve heard by accident made your face as red as JJ’s baseball cap. 

Today is one of those days where JJ and Y/C/N have an intense makeout session with some humping as Jonas put it. You’re currently in the hair and makeup trailer, getting some final touch-ups before you’re called on set. 

“Hey y/n, you ready?” Rudy asks as he walks into the trailer, startling you slightly. 

Avoiding his eyes by looking at your lap instead. “Ya, I’m just kind of nervous.” You answer truthfully. Rudy’s joyful laughter fills the trailer. 

He grabs your hands brushing them innocently to calm down your nerves, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, I want you to tell me okay?” 

Standing up, you adjust the two-piece swimsuit; you’re wearing for the scene and follow Rudy’s lead to set. He holds your hand the entire time, brushing it gently with his thumb making you relax and more prepared than before. 

“You guys ready?” Jonas asks the two of you. Taking your nods as a simple answer of yes, everyone gets into position. 

“And Action.” 

Start of Characters scene -------------------------------------

“JJ, John B is going to walk in at any minute,” you tell your boyfriend of five months as he continues to kiss down your neck. 

Pulling you onto his lap on John B’s couch, “I know baby, but you look so hot in that bikini and you know I can’t control myself.” You start grinding against him, trying to create some friction as his lips passionately make their way onto yours.

One hand moves to your hips to help you move further, as his other palms your breasts through your top. Your nipples start to harden as you move your body closer to him by wrapping your arms around his arm. 

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum in my pants,” he moans in your mouth, speeding up his own actions. Your core feels hot as his hands travel to your inner thighs before landing on your behind instead. Feeling him grow harder as his solid bulge presses against your center encouraging your actions to speed up. 

His mouth finds its way to your neck and breasts, leaving sloppy kisses as his hands go to untie your top. 

“What the fuck are you guys doing on my couch,” John B yells at the two of you, causing you to break apart landing on opposite sides of the couch.

End of Characters scene -------------------------------------

“And Cut, we’re done for the day guys enjoy your night,” Jonas yells. 

Trying to fix your outfit a little, you immediately become self-conscious from being exposed to a room full of people. Rudy observes your actions and puts his jacket around you. He wraps his arms around your waist before guiding you towards your trailer following you inside. 

“You good?” He asks when you finally reach a private setting. Rudy has always had a soft spot for you, and over the past few weeks, you’ve gotten especially close. He’s taken you on a few dates, but hasn’t asked you to be official yet and all of the guys have been teasing him about it. 

“Ya, I just have never done that before in real life or on set,” you mumble shyly. Rudy tilts your chin upwards, so you meet his eyes before leaning in for a sweet kiss. It’s different from any kiss you’ve had on set, this one is passionate, loving and innocent. Pulling away after a few seconds, Rudy is smiling widely admiring your beautiful features. Brushing your hair away, he kisses your forehead before speaking up. 

“I don’t care what you’ve done or haven’t, I just want to be able to call you mine.” Rudy whispers, not ready for your reaction. 

Leaning in, you return your lips to his, revealing your answer through the kiss, “Consider it done Pankow.” 

Rudy picks up your body, your legs wrap around his waist, kissing him as he strolls to your couch before settling down with you on his lap. His hands stay on your waist not wanting to pressure you into anything without your consent. 

“I want more,” You mumble against Rudy’s lips. He pulls away making sure that you actually want things to go further, “Are you sure?” 

You respond by taking his jacket off leaving you in your bikini only. He admires your body for a few seconds before pulling your lips back on his own. 

“Let me try something then.” He tells you while flipping your body so that you’re lying down with Rudy above you. 

Appreciating your body before doing anything, Rudy leans down, kissing every inch of your body making you feel like you’re on fire. Starting at your lips and playfully fighting with your tongue, he pulls away when he feels your breathing uneven. 

Going lower, his wet tongue runs circles on your neck as his cool breath calms your body down a bit. He bites and nips at the skin to mark your neck, leaving some sort of pattern that you have to check later. Soothing the skin after, with soft kisses, his mouth makes contact with your breasts.

“Can I?” he ushers towards your straps, giving him a needy nod. He pulls at the strings leaving your breasts exposed to him for the first time. Having the need to cover them right away, Rudy senses your actions and gathers your hands in his own, putting them above your head, “You’re beautiful, don't hide from me.” 

Your nipples harden because of the cold air and your arousal. Rudy alternates between rubbing one of your breasts in his hand, while his mouth occupies the other. Leaving the same marks that are on your neck, his tongue brushes past your nipple, making your body ache towards him. Finally, feeling satisfied with his work, he decides to move towards your most delicate parts. Kissing down your stomach, he reaches the hem of your bottoms. Looking into your eyes asking for permission, you hesitantly nod at him because of the new experience. 

Slipping your bottoms down your legs, he lands between your legs, admiring your pussy like he just found gold. Your legs tighten around his body, but he grabs them, forcing them apart.

“You’re soaking baby,” he tells you before blowing on your slit, making your body shudder. Teasing your entrance with one finger, he spreads your wetness around. Then, he focuses on your clit for the first, “Have you ever made yourself cum?” he curiously asks. 

“A few times, but it wasn’t that good.” You answer your body honestly in desperate need to be properly touched. 

Rudy smirks at you, “Good, I’ll make you feel real good princess.” Slowly thrusting one finger in, he feels you tense around him. He wraps his mouth around your clit to make the action easier as you relax in his arms, making him thrust into you easier. 

“F-uck, that feels good,” you whimper. His other hands knead your breasts, and he playfully flicks your sensitive nipples. 

In desperate need of more, “Please Rudy, do more.” 

He adds another finger to your center, and your body welcomes him with ease as your wetness allows him to slip in easily. His mouth continues working on your clit; he alternates between kitten licking the bud and furiously licking it to pleasure you further. The addition of his finger and mouth causes an unfamiliar feeling to build up in your stomach.

Rudy keeps a steady rhythm between fingering you and licking your clit as you feel your stomach snap, “F-uck, fuck I’m going to cum,” your screams fill the room. 

“Go ahead baby, let me taste you.” Your toes curl as you grip Rudy’s hair when you cum all over Rudy’s fingers and tongue. Your legs shake around his head as he continues lapping up your juices, working you through your orgasm. 

“Good job, baby girl.” 

A few months later --------------------------------------------

You’ve made it official with Rudy a few months ago, and everything has been going great. He treats you with respect, never pressures you into anything and always takes you on new adventures exploring something new. 

Tonight, you finally decided to ask Rudy to take your virginity, you trust him and know that he will never do something that you don’t want. 

You bought a red lingerie set a few days ago with the girls, and they teased you all day about it, but they also made sure you were ready and comfortable with everything. 

Currently, Rudy is chilling on his bed as you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Taking off your clothes, you admire how the dark red set compliments your skin, making you feel sexier than usual. Walking out, you stop in front of Rudy’s eyes as his jaw drops from the sight taking in how perfect you look. Standing up, he walks towards you, “Baby, are you trying to kill me, you look so beautiful.” You crash your lips against his appreciating how great he is, making you feel beautiful tonight and every single day of your relationship. 

“I’m ready, Rudy,” you whisper. His eyes widen as he steps back to comprehend your request.

Cupping your face, “Are you sure, baby?” You place his hand over your clothed mound, so he feels how much you desire him. 

Getting his answer, Rudy takes his clothes off as soon as possible before pushing you onto the bed. Admiring your body one more time, he takes off your lingerie leaving you bare in his arms, “As much as I love this set on your body, I love your naked body even more.” 

You palm him through his briefs as your eyes widen from how hard he is and how big he feels under your tiny hands, “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit.” He winks at you. Your body develops in giggles making you feel no longer tense. 

His hand joins yours as he helps you pull his member out. It immediately slaps against his belly button, almost hitting you in the process. Rudy is definitely above average as his cock is defined with veins, his red tip is begging for attention as it drips with pre-cum. Leaning forward, you try to lick his member, but he pulls away before you make contact.

“I want tonight to be about you, we can do this later.” Rudy grabs your waist and puts you underneath him as he hovers over your body. His hands wander all-around, rubbing your breasts, hips, waist, and ass. Brushing his hand over your clit, he feels how wet you are already. Spreading your wetness around, he teases your clit for a little while palming your breasts trying to get you ready as possible. Feeling ready, “Please, Rudy, I need your cock,” you desperately whimper trying to find friction against his thigh. He reaches over to his drawer and grabs a condom with a bottle of lube. 

“Can I do it?” You ask, gesturing towards the condom. He eagerly nods his head as you rip the packet open. You pinch the tip and slide it down his length, making sure it’s on right. He looks slightly in shock from your knowledge of condoms. 

“I guess those sex-ed classes came in handy,” you tease him slapping his chest playfully. He lubes up the condom, and finally you can feel his member rub against your clit. 

“It’s going to hurt a little, are you ready?” Rudy asks you with his sweet eyes. Nodding your head at him, he pushes in, immediately stopping when he sees the discomfort on your face. 

“I’m okay, keep going,” you reassure him. He slowly goes inch by inch, stopping for a little when he notices you wince or tense up. After a few minutes, you feel him reach the bottom, making you feel fuller than you have ever been. 

Rudy rubs your clit to distract you and ease your pain; he prevents himself from hissing by your constant clenching. Trying to control himself from finishing too early, he rubs your clit faster and kneads your breasts. 

“Can I move?” He asks in a shaky tone. Giving him a nod of reassurance, Rudy begins thrusting into you at a desperate pace. His hand never leaves your clit as he wants you to feel pleasure as soon as possible, “Go faster.” 

His thrusts move faster than before as you feel the pain turn into pleasure with his thrust until the pain is all gone, and all you can feel is pleasure. Your moans and his grunts are the only sounds escaping your lips as Rudy feels you constantly clench around him, making it impossible to not cum. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, making him hit your g-spot something you have never discovered before. The foreign spot makes your screams the loudest noise in the room as Rudy’s thrusts make your stomach coil up. He speeds up his thrusts and goes at a swift pace, trying to bring you to the edge. 

Your legs shake around his body as your juices flow out covering the condom, “F-uck I’m cumming,” you scream, shaking in his arms. His thrusts or his thumb doesn’t leave your clit as you feel him release his load in the condom before dropping on you but not crushing you. Nuzzling his head in the base of your neck, your heavy breathing is the only thing you can clearly understand. 

Rudy pulls out discarding the condom before cleaning up and pulling a blanket on the both of you, “Go to sleep, baby,” he mumbles in your ear. 

The next morning

You wake up to the sound of laughter, realizing Rudy is no longer sleeping beside you. Grabbing one of his longer t-shirts, you pull it over your naked body grabbing a pair of clean panties as well before walking or more like limping out the door. Your body is still feeling sore from last night as you finally reach the noise. 

The cast is all here in their sweats, watching some random show on T.V while drinking a few beers. 

“Isn’t it a little early for a beer?” you question, sitting on Rudy’s lap as he welcomes you with open arms. 

They laugh at your statement, making your face scrunch up, “Babe, it’s three pm.” Madison giggles as you look at them in disbelief, not noticing the time. 

“I guess you had a rough night, huh?” Drew sasses so you blush in Rudy’s arms. 

Rudy hugs you from behind, giving you extra support, “Hey, leave her alone; I can’t help it that she’s beautiful and makes me happy.” You give him a quick peck because of his cheesy comment.  

The house erupts in groans, and a few vulgar words as your friends adore and are disgusted by your relationship. 

[outerbankspreferences]

50 wordless ways to say I love you.

#7. Lightly kissing on top of freshly formed bruise.

Word Count: 1416

Warnings: THIS IS PURE SMUT.

A/N: This is my first smut, so if it sucks I’m sorry. Say goodbye to sweet Drew for now!

MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST

You had been horny all day. Drew was busy at filming, but that didn’t stop you from sending him some pictures of you half naked. He sent one back of Rudy, warning you he wasn’t alone. That’s when you started to have fun, you started sending him more photos, first of you in just your bra and panties, and then one with just your panties, and then one with nothing on but your legs closed. You wrote on the picture that the next one was going to be a video. 

Drew quickly excused himself from the trailer. He didn’t want anymore to hear what he was about to. His phone was going off in his pocket but he waited to open it until he was finally alone. He opened a video off you with a pink vibrator. He smirked thinking about you getting yourself off. He bought it for you to have when he was gone. His eyes almost fell out when he saw you open your legs sticking the vibrator directly on your clit letting out a loud moan. “Oh daddy, I wish you were home to come fuck me.” You spoke sweetly, showing yourself. Drew texted you “just wait until I get home, you won’t be able to walk for a week.” You could have cum from just reading that. You loved when Drew was rough, he showed no mercy. You knew sending those pictures would get him riled up. You got in the shower and got ready for him to come.

 When Drew came home, you were sitting on the couch in the lingerie he bought you on valentines day last year. It was a beautiful deep purple and he loved the way you looked in it. “Looks like someone’s been a bad girl today.” He says in a deep voice grabbing your arm to pull you up. You moan at the aggression. “Do you like when daddy grabs you like that baby?” He asked you taking your face with his hands. You nodded your head slowly. “Words love. I want to hear you say it.” You can feel your panties getting wet. “Yes daddy.” You say obeying every word. “You’ve been a bad girl today, getting dad hard while he’s at work.” He grabs your hand putting over his pants. You can feel how hard he is.

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say innocently, his eyes are dark and full of lust. He pushes you on your knees. You silently thank the carpet for bracing your fall. “Now suck daddy’s cock.” He says looking down at you. You start to undo the buttons to his pants while he takes off his shirt. You pull his pants and underwear down and look at his cock. You guys have been together for a while but you still couldn’t believe how big he was. You take his cock in your hand, pumping a few times, and Drew groans. “Take me in your mouth baby, show daddy how good you can be.” That’s when you take him all the way in your mouth until he hits the back of throat. You gag slightly, looking up at him. His face was pure bliss. He takes you head in his hands. “Relax love and enjoy the ride.” He winks at you and starts thrusting into your mouth. He’s hitting the back of throat and your moaning. He looks down at you with spit all over, your chin taking him like that. “Oh fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum baby. You take daddy’s cock so good in your mouth. Holy fuck.” He’s a mess, but finally his hips sputter, and then he sends his load in your mouth. You swallow all of it “show daddy that you swallowed all of him.” You open your mouth sticking your tongue out.

 “Come on honey, its my turn to take of care of you.” He says leading you to the bedroom. He throws you down on the bed kissing you. It was the first time you guys kissed since he got home. He slowly started kiss down your body, leaving small bites that made you moan. “Please Drew, don’t tease me. I need you so bad. I’ve wanted you all day. “You in a breathy voice.” He slowly made his way to your cunt. Kissing over your panties and you squirm under him. He throws his arm over your hip. “Patience babe, daddy will give you what you need.” He starts taking off your panties. “Holy fuck love, your so wet, tell me, who made you like this?” He asked, and just as you were about to answer he licks a long strip up your folds. “You- holy fuck Drew, that feels so good.” He starts to flick his tongue around a bit, watching you face as it squirms. “Is this want you want baby, do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?” He asked never breaking eye contact. You still got shy around Drew. He starts sucking on your clit, “oh love, you taste so good, do you want me to use my fingers too?” He asked. You knew if you didn’t answer he would stop all together. “Yes please Drew, please I need your fingers.” You beg him “I’m so close please finish me with your fingers.” Drew inserted his fingers in you, and he could feel you clenching around them. “Don’t cum until I tell you, hold it for me baby.” You tried to hold but you couldn’t. Everything he was doing sent you over the edge. You screamed out his name.

 You looked at Drew, and you could tell he was pissed. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He said in a low tone. He pulled your bra off pulling right to the edge of the bed. He slammed into you and didn’t give you anytime to adjust to him. He set out with a rough, hard pace. He was hitting you g-spot every time. “Holy fuck Drew you feel so good.” You moan out and he slaps your thighs. “That’s not my name.” He growls out. “What’s my name” he asks, slapping you thighs again. “Ugh fuck, daddy, you fuck me so good daddy” You cry out in pleasure. Drew started rubbing circles around clit, he was close and he wanted to cum with you this time. “Shit Y/N you’re so tight, fuck you make daddy feel so good.” He was almost there, “beg daddy to let you cum sweetheart, I want to her you beg.” He said looking into you eyes. “Oh god daddy please let me cum. I’ll be a good girl. I want you to make me feel so good.” You beg him. This was some of the best sex you guys have had. “Okay baby you can cum, cum for daddy.” Drew says leaning down to kiss you, letting it all go. You could feel his cum hit your walls which triggered your own orgasm. He kept his thrust slow riding out your highs. He kissed the top of your head before pulling out. “You did good baby, you always make me feel so good.” He praised you. He lays you guys down on the bed. You cuddle in his chest “I love you so much Y/N.” He says slowly closing his eyes, tired from what just happened. “I love you too Drew.”

 You woke up to still wrapped up in Drew’s arms. The both of you still naked only the soft blankets covering you. You turn around to face Drew, brushing some of the hair out of his eyes. “Good morning handsome you say quietly when he stirs bit under you. He places small kisses to your lips. “Good morning love.” He said with his eyes closed. He took a deep breath and opened them looking at your morning face. His eyes scanned down your arm, catching a small hand shaped bruise there. “Oh honey, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said moving the sheets to see bruise where he slapped you. You would have never noticed until looked in a mirror. The didn’t hurt at all. You looked up at Drew, his eyes were sad. “Oh no babe, it doesn’t hurt. Last night was amazing.” You said to him smiling. “Oh yeah, well maybe we should try it again.” He said slowly kiss down your body. “This time I’ll be gentle baby.” He placed kisses on the bruises that were already there, getting ready to create new ones.

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I can see us Lost in the Memory

Summary: Caring is not an advantage. To Mycroft, this was a belief he found through the calculated logic that ruled his life. If was analytical and detached and certainly had nothing to do with Sherlock or the childhood neighbor.

Love You to the Moon and to Saturn

A/N: In a break from my regularly scheduled SVU writing, here’s a four part Folklore inspired Mycroft Holmes thing.

Salt air, and the rust on your door I never needed anything more Whispers of "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before"

When the Holmes parents invited Ruth on their vacation to start the summer, she couldn’t resist the chance. Her mom would be busy, and the family would be staying on a beach in a little house for a week. You’re just so good with both my boys Mrs. Holmes had said with a soft smile as she pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Since Christmas, she’d had late night phone calls with Mycroft regularly, sneaking the handset for the phone to her room and staying up to happily listen to the minutiae of his day and tell him about her own. To help calm his worries, she took to dropping by to visit Sherlock. But this trip in May would be their first time together save a stolen weekend after midterms where she’d made it to Oxford.

When she arrived at their usual home, not the country house she was so used to, Sherlock darted out, wrapping around her as she laughed. He was almost not a little boy anymore, though she was certain he’d find something broken that they’d try to rebuild together.  She could see Mycroft’s frame in the doorway, and her breath caught. He’d only gotten stuffier since going to Oxford, always in a suit. It worked for him or she’d have teased him mercilessly for it. There was also the fact that she was simply overjoyed to see him. 

“Missed you,” she said softly, looking up at him as Sherlock watched them suspiciously before going back into the house.

“And I missed you, Ruth.”

“Mummy, I think Mycroft and Ruth are going to start snogging.” The youngest Holmes ran to the kitchen, and Ruth flushed a deep pink and giggled as the very tips of Mycroft’s ears changed color.

“Do you care if she knows?” Ruth asked, and Mycroft was acutely aware of the power he had to hurt Ruth in that moment. He would never dream of it, but this would potentially be over in three years, at which point hurting her would be inevitable. But still he held out hope he could balance both.

“Not at all,” he said softly, the same dignified air he always carried. But instead of staying away as he led her in, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before placing a hand on the small of her back and leading her into the house. His mother and father had the kindness to leave them be, and the drive went smoothly. When Sherlock became antsy, Ruth watched as Mycroft told him about people he’d encountered at university, problems in the dorms. It was a game the pair had always played when Sherlock had to be kept still too long. The younger Holmes would tell Mycroft how obvious it was his roommate's girlfriend had been eating all the food from the common area, and Mycroft would pretend he hadn’t figured it out with the same reasoning.

“Ruth, come here,” Mrs. Holmes had said, calling her to the kitchen as she left the boys to unload bags from the car. “Are you dating my son?”

“I love him very much.”

“The boys are in the last room on the left. You’ll be the first on the right. Behave yourselves, allright?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The evening found them watching Sherlock as Mr. and Mrs. Holmes went to dinner, and since Christmas, he’d discovered documentaries again, sprawling on the couch to watch one on pirates. It was good to see some things didn’t change. What had changed was that Mycroft was willing to give him a little more space. They cooked dinner together, and Ruth was rewarded with soft brushes of his hand over her back as he passed. She suspected he’d always be himself, not one for casual affection when someone could see. But when his brother was tucked into bed, there were soft kisses that grew more desperate and whispered confirmation they were both sure. She stole the Oxford sweatshirt from his bag after, determined not to let his mother find them anything but decent but wanting to keep everything on her as some extension of him.

“I don’t know why they got you a sweatshirt anyway,” she teased lightly, watching him smoke in the dark. “I’ve never seen you in a shirt without a collar.”

“I suppose mummy thought I might wear it to sleep. I don’t think she expected it to be worn by someone else during a post-coital cigarette.” He wore cotton pajama pants and a plain t-shirt, though she expected he had sets with collared shirts for when he was at school. The wind blew in from the water, and she wished she’d grabbed pants instead of letting the crewneck serve as a dress. He noticed her shiver, holding out an arm as he exhaled smoke. She pressed against his side and his arm wrapped around her. 

“Just someone?” she teased. “You know, I think I might be your girlfriend.”

“How is that any different than we’ve always been?”

“It means we build a future together. Don’t date other people. Communicate regularly.”

“I suppose you are my girlfriend,” he said, though she could tell he didn’t particularly care for the word. 

“So you think about a future with me?”

“Constantly,” he admitted, choosing to omit how much of that was grappling with the danger Rudy’s position could put her in when he took over. That he’d have to eventually tell her about Eurus. But he was young and selfish and certain he could separate it.

Your back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinkin' I had you

Ruth had never been able to get Mycroft to the beach in anything but a polo shirt, but it seemed the way the last of his baby fat had melted off at university meant he was willing to join his brother and Ruth in the water. He still wore a polo shirt and boat shoes with his swim shorts, but he slipped both off and followed when Sherlock beckoned he and Ruth to join him in finding the sandbar. He almost said no until he saw how giddy Ruth looked as she peeled the other unworn bit of Oxford merchandise he’d acquired: a t-shirt that would have fit had he not lost weight. He liked seeing it on Ruth; it made him realize he was getting territorial.

“C’mon,” Sherlock called to them from the water’s edge. 

“We’re coming, Sherlock,” Mycroft scolded gently. “You must wait so we can be sure the tide doesn’t whisk you away.”

“Don’t scare him,” Ruth said, swatting his arm before she hurried and ruffled his brother’s hair. “We’ll find the sandbar, but then Mycroft and I are going to come back to land. I think you ought to see how big of a sandcastle you can make. Maybe even big enough you can hide in it.”

“Do you think there are artifacts in the sand, Ruth?”

“Probably not ones we’ll want to keep. But maybe bottles or keys.” The tide was low enough when they waded to the sandbar that Ruth and Mycroft could sit on it and watch as Sherlock ran along. He could dig as well, finding shells and loading them into the pockets of his swim shorts.

“Why must we be in this wet sand instead of on the towels on land?” Mycroft huffed, and Ruth poked his side.

“Your brother missed you. He likes you being close, even if you aren’t a part of his excavation. He’ll want to build soon, and since shells aren’t restorable like a trowel, he’ll go back to land for a sandcastle.”

“He only yells when I call him.”

“And what does he yell about?” Ruth had heard Sherlock during one of these calls. One of the calls where Sherlock yelled at Mycroft for leaving. But this would pass. She always promised Mycroft that it would pass, and Sherlock would understand his big brother would always come home. 

“Don’t look so proud,” Mycroft huffed.

“It’s not often I’m the one who’s right.”

“You’re often right when it comes to feelings.”

“I love you. My big brained robot.”

“I love you, my darling.”

“That sounds way more romantic than big brained robot. But god, I like hearing you say it. I know it isn’t easy for you.”

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” He had a glint in his eye as he looked down at her, and she smiled broadly up at him, delight apparent.

“You read Jane Austen?”

“Everyone does.”

“You only store things you want, Mycroft.”

“When I read it, I thought of you. I was fifteen. I was a fool and didn’t process what that meant for another year. But whenever I read a poem or a novel and they talk about ardent love, your face is my first thought. I wish I were someone who spoke so eloquently of his own feelings. But I do not understand why I love you. It honestly perplexes me. You are wild and hard headed and love the most mindless things. But I would gladly listen to you describe popular music or the intricacies of a flower crown for hours because of the way your smile and laugh sound more melodic than any symphony. What is unbearable in others only serves to make affection blossom when it is in you. Perhaps it’s because I feel I understand you like I can’t understand most, and I feel that you see me not just as some big brained robot but as who I am. And I am grateful for that, even if it perplexes me to no end.”

 “God, you really can be sappy,” she said, tearing up as she wrapped around his middle. Without his parents or peers there, he was more comfortable to stay sitting as perfectly upright as ever, but slip an arm around Ruth and press a lingering kiss to the top of her head. “You’ll keep calling when you go back to school, right?”

“I will. And we’ll figure how to see each other. I know it hasn’t been easy. Uncle Rudy has so much for me to do on top of my course work.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Mycroft. It’s four to six years we have to get through. We can do that.”

“Have you thought about university?”

“Cambridge or Oxford. The latter, while a delightful institution, is due to a bias for a certain student.”

“What do you want to study?”

“I think I’d be a good teacher. Kids Sherlock’s age.”

“You’ve always done well keeping him engaged. That’s a feat in and of itself. But, I always expected that you’d pursue English. Write.”

“I need a job.”

“Writing is a job. You could work in editing too. But, you write so beautifully. And it makes you so happy. I’m certain you would flourish. It may be harder, but you’re intelligent enough to parallel plan and work until you’re published.”

“You really think so?”

“I know. And I’m always right.”

“Cambridge is about as far as London from you. Or maybe I’ll go to Oxford.”

“I just want you to select the institution you wish to learn from. I’m sure we can find a halfway point. If not, we can alternate visiting each other.”

“You wouldn’t feel weird if I showed up in your daily life?”

“You’re a part of my daily life. It would be a perpetual summer. Who wouldn’t wish for that?”

“We’ve just only ever had the summer.”

“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there? I suspect you’ll tire of me when you realize I’m relaxed in the summers.”

“I imagine you wear suits everyday. And your socks, tie, and pocket square all match.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, darling. I don’t wear a tie every day.”

“Oh, there are pictures of  Mycroft in a suit with no tie. Is the top button undone? This is simply scandalous.”

She stretched herself up to kiss him, no hesitation now and fingers brushing through auburn hair. Only the screeched order to Stop being so gross from Sherlock convinced them to pull apart, and Ruth was quite sure he was grinning down at her.

Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all

“Are we going to have to chase the two of you from each other's rooms all summer?”

“Mummy, she is my girlfriend. Is it the worst thing if I sleep beside her?”

“You’ll do more than sleep.”

“Yes, Violet, because a bed is the only place teenagers will shag. Never a field or a car or the storeroom at their job. They’re good kids. Leave them be.”

“Siger, this is the third time in a week! Do you want to deal with her mother when we return? She’ll be chasing our boy from her house night after night.”

“Since when does Ruth sleep in her own home? She’s in our guest room most nights. We can feign propriety if it is of such importance and say ‘Oh! I didn’t know he’d snuck into her room’ if for whatever reason Debora learns.”

Ruth was by Mycroft’s side, cheeks pink as she watched his parents. They’d tried to be careful, but she never woke up in time to hurry to her own room. She wanted to tell them her own mother wouldn’t notice anyway, so she should be able to climb into bed with Mycroft. They were talking about flats at Oxford, little ones they would stuff full of books and she’d ensure were always stocked with flowers. She’d made up her mind she’d go there. Mycroft was ready to tell Rudy he was in love, and it didn’t matter what the job entailed; Mycroft could balance it if it meant he’d have Ruth. For once, he was hopeful.

“Both of you, listen to me,” he said firmly, arm around Ruth. “Where do you think she stayed when she visited me at Oxford? This began at Christmas, so I hardly believe it to be a phase. I love her, and upon her graduation, we intend to get a flat near the university. Accept it now, or accept it later. It does not matter to me. This is the reality.”

“You’re following him to Oxford?” Violet seemed to be appraising her now. 

“Yes.”

“You really do love him?”

“Yes.”

“Just don’t make me a grandmother any time soon,” she said finally, obviously acquiescing as her husband followed her to the kitchen again with quiet assurances they’d be fine. Ruth’s cheeks were pink, but she wrapped around Mycroft and kissed him.

“What is that for?”

“You professed your love for me to your parents? You finally put your foot down over something and it's me?”

“I wish to maximize every moment I have you by my side between now and August.”

“I’ll miss you so much.”

“We’ll sort it out. Two terms. Then you’ll follow me to Oxford.” 

“Ruth will leave too?” The soft voice of Sherlock came from the hall, and she pulled away from Mycroft to kneel by him. 

“It’ll be just like the end of summer,” she promised. “It was harder with your brother because he lives with you. But, you usually only see me in the summer, and I’ll still be here for every summer. Who else will help me excavate the garden?”

“Why does everyone go to Oxford?”

“They don’t. But lots of people go to uni, and you will too one day. You’ll get a degree to be a detective or an archaeologist or marine biologist.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“It’s a whole year away. You’ll be a teenager.”

“I guess that’s an okay time for you to go to Oxford.” He bent to look around her to his brother. “You could do well to learn from her, Mycroft.”

“You need to stop being so rude. He’s getting a degree so he can afford to keep you out of trouble forever and ever, kiddo.”

“I’m never in trouble.” 

“Mhm. Never, ever have I scooped you up before mummy could catch you performing experiments.”

“Shh!”

Ruth simply laughed, moving to stand again, Sherlock’s gaze again fluctuating between bored and curious about the world around him as she moved to sit in the arm chair beside the one Mycroft had settled into with his book. She opened her own, feet tucked under her, reaching towards him and resting her hand on the small table between them. He looked at it before resting his hand in hers.

“I like this,” she said softly. He made a noise of agreement, legs crossed. “I could get used to it.”

“We’ve a whole summer ahead, dear.”

That night found them tangled in bedsheets, not bothering to pretend he was going to be sleeping in the room with Sherlock. He rather liked sleeping by her, and he was grateful she was so content to lay against his side, close enough it was intimate and safe, but not requiring their bodies to be tangled. But she did like to play with his hands, especially in the afterglow. She would trace the lines of his palms or the veins on the back of his hand, watching her own actions in the moonlight. He stopped her tonight, letting his fingers slip between hers. She smile down at him, her hair a curtain as she leaned to press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“Get some sleep, Ruth.”

“Does anyone ever take care of you, Mycroft?”

“I don’t need to be taken care of.”

“Everyone does. And I’m going to from here on out, okay?”

“I don’t need to be taken care of.”

“How often do you sit in the sun and read for pleasure at Oxford?”

“There isn’t time.”

“I’ll make sure there is when I’m there. You need to give yourself breaks.” He didn’t agree, but instead of arguing, he pulled her to his side, deciding he could tangle himself with her awhile, savoring the closeness. 

“You are too gentle for this world, darling. Please never change.”

[anonymous0writer]

Lovesick II JJ Maybank

Author: @anonymous0writer​

Request: Yes! By the lovely @drew-starkey​

“i need some soft jj in my life. basically like jj had a fight with his dad and he comes to your house (you are john b's sister) and you just cuddle and lazily makeout and then john b walks in and is like eww i don't want to see my best friend and sister making out and you like throw a pillow at him to like get out and he just leaves chuckling cause he's happy for you guys. (im sorry this is long and boring and hard to understand, there's no rush. i love you mags)“

Warnings: nothing at all. maybe a swear word? SOFT JJ

A/N: Thank you ari!!! I love soft!jj with my whole heart omg. i need a soft jj in my life. what i really need is a bf but whatever im never gonna find love sjsjs anyways, this was fun!!

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You mindlessly fiddle with the edge of the blanket, eyes watching the screen lazily. You huff, getting bored of the show flashing on the TV screen. You stand, stretching out, back cracking. You yawn, moving towards the small kitchen of your house. 

The fridge cracks open, sending a cool wave of chilled air over you. You shiver, only dressed in cut off and a shirt of your brothers. It’s one of John B.’s only non button ups and you claimed it for yourself. Normally, you’d wear one of your boyfriends, but he’d just gotten back your hoard of ones. 

You searched the fridge or a drink or food- anything. You spied a six pack of beer, and was tempted to grab one, but a sticky note stopped you. It was a bright yellow one stuck to the pack, hard to miss. And on it was your brother’s messy script. 

These are for tonight. Don’t even think about it

You huffed, and turned away, deciding to pick a different TV show. You flop on the couch, settling against the cushions. A creak and the sound of bones against wood stops you. You look up and meet the cobalt eyes of your boyfriend. 

“Oh my god JJ!” You whispered, you breath stolen from your lungs as you surveyed the boy before you.

JJ stood in front of you, his figure taking up the width of the doorway. His blue eyes were sad and angry. The boy’s lips were quirked into a frown, a cut slicing across his lip. Your boyfriend also supports nasty black eye. There is no doubt more damage lays beneath the surface, hidden but just as painful. You frown deeply, your insides twisting at the thought of your boyfriend getting beaten on.

“Come ‘er, baby.” You whisper, hand reaching for the boy as he moves toward you. JJ’s face contorts into a wince as he takes too big of a breath. Your heart wrenches, but you keep your face calm. He falls into your arms, and you hold him close. He lays his head on your chest, eyes closed and listening to your steady heart beat. JJ curls in your grip and grabs your hands, eyes trained on your fingers as he starts playing with yours. You giggle softly at the feeling but kiss his hair. You shift, getting more comfortable as you whisper sweet nothings in his ear. 

“You’re gonna be okay, yeah?” You reassure, pressing a kiss to his messy blonde hair, pulling your hands out of his grip to smooth his hair. 

JJ nods against your chest and then looks up at you. You grin at the sight. His blue eyes locked on your under the blanket of his lashes. A soft smile playing on his lips. Your heart swells at the sight of JJ’s sadness wiped away. He leans up to kiss your lips, a soft and welcome kiss. The surfer shifts so his face is buried in your neck. You raked your hands through his hair and mumbled sweet words to him, comforting him.

Soon enough, both of you are staring at the TV, sinking into the show. And somehow, the shows better with JJ on top of you. JJ leans over the edge of the couch, hands snatching the remote. He snuggles against you as he flips mindlessly through show options. You either hum in agreement or grunt in disapproval at the shows he glides over. The boy glances up at you, blue eyes soft. 

“What?” You giggle, a soft smile dancing across your lips.

“Nothin’.” He smirks and leans up to capture you in a kiss. 

You kiss back, desperate for the taste of his saccharine lips. JJ’s tongue glides over your lips as he crawls over you. He cages you in, making you smile against his lips. JJ rests his body against yours, pressing you to the couch as you make out. You moan slightly as his hands slide over your torso, slipping under your shirt to meet the hot skin of your stomach. Your hands grip his hair tightly, and JJ grunt against your lips. You breath his name as his face dips to the crook of your neck, allowing JJ to explore your skin with his lips. 

“Oh my god, JJ.” The words fall from your lips in a breathless moan as he sucks on your sweet spot. You fingers tighten in his hair.

But JJ doesn’t further his search, instead reattaching your lips. You kiss, soft moans and pants in between the needy kisses. You want to take the make out session to the bedroom, but you can’t bring yourself to move. Plus, lazily making out with your boyfriend isn’t bad at all. Especially when his lips are puffy and his eyes are lust blown and he’s whiny when you start to kiss his neck.

“Hey, Y/N- Oh my god!” 

A voice cuts through the heated kissing, and you pull away from JJ’s neck. JJ jumps and falls to the ground, a soft grunt and “fuck” emitting from his lips. 

“My god, John B.!” You roll your eyes at you brother how is holding groceries in his hands in the doorway. “Jesus, knock would you?!” 

“It’s my house, mind you,” The boy grins and gives you a pointed look. “But yeah, I’ll give you a ten minutes heads up because I do not want to see that.” He grumbles, fake gagging.

You scoff and chuck a pillow at your brother and it smacks him in the face. You flip him off when he glares at you. You turn toward your boyfriend, whos still on the floor. 

“You okay, J?” 

“Yep. Might’ve broke my butt, but yep, good.” His arm is thrown over his eyes so he uses the other to give you a thumbs up. 

You help the boy up, “You can’t break your butt, JJ. It’s called your tailbone.”

“Yeah, well, whatever it is, hurts.” He pouts. 

“That’s what you get for macking my sister in secret for a month!” John B. calls from the kitchen.

You roll your eyes again and snuggle to the boy next to you. You cup his face and pull his lips down to meet yours. JJ kisses you back fiercely, hands dropping to grip your hips. You moan lightly into his mouth as he pulls you onto his lap. 

“Ah, jesus guys!” John B. whines as he spots you two kissing again. “Can you go one second without making out?” He sits on the edge of the couch, “Just one fucking second.” He mutters.

“Fuck off!” You and JJ yell at the same time. 

However, your brother ignores your attempts to get him to leave you alone. He just settles into the couch next to you and looks at the TV. 

“What are we watching?” 

You shake your head and lean against JJ. You’ll get a moment alone later tonight.

[collecting-stories]

Speak Now - JJ Maybank

Request: hi!! could you possibly do a jj x reader based off the taylor swift song speak now?

A/N: So I know I kinda switched roles in this but I just had this idea in my head so...sorry.

The TS Anthology Series | Outer Banks Masterlist

_ . ◦ ⭐︎:*.☾.*:⭐︎◦∙._

✰...so don’t say yes, run away now✰

When you left the Outer Banks after high school you were more than a hundred precent positive that you wouldn’t be back. At least not with any frequency. You kept in touch with some of your old friends, if only so no one could accuse you of leaving an entire island because you got your heart broken.  

18 was too young to know a lot of things but you had been more than positive that you knew exactly how you felt about JJ and how he felt about you. But when you told him that you could see the two of you getting married, a white wedding with all your friends on the Cut, he told you he didn’t feel the same. Worse even, that he didn’t know if he loved you.  

But that was six years ago and now you were back. Engaged and getting married and totally over JJ. Except he was the first thing you thought of when you stepped off the ferry. He had also been the first thing you thought of when you got engaged, picked out your dress, and imagined yourself walking down the aisle. But you weren’t marrying JJ.

“Do you need anything,” Kiara asked, leaning over your chair, pouting at you in the mirror. You leaned back, looking up at her and shaking your head. “Okay, I’m gonna go check on everything and I’ll be back for you soon.” She kissed your cheek and headed out the door, leaving you alone in the Sunday School classroom that you were using as a dressing room.  

You were dressed already, hair and make-up done, just waiting for the ceremony to start. The nervous jitters that everyone talked about weren’t there, no butterflies in your stomach or goosebumps at the thought of being married in a few short hours. Instead there was just this feeling of dread. One that was begging you to cut and run.  

When someone knocked on the door of the classroom you got up, praying that Kiara was back or anyone that could distract you from the feelings you were having.

“JJ-” You were positive that all the oxygen left your body as you stared at him, standing there in his usual t-shirt and cargo shorts. Like nothing had changed in the last six years. “What are you doing here?”

“Kie said you were getting married.” He said, offering little other explanation.  

When you noticed your mom at the end of the hallway you grabbed his shirt, pulling him into the room and shutting the door. When JJ broke up with you after graduation your parents were thrilled. They’d never liked him and you had known, when you’d told him that you wanted to marry him, that you would’ve been choosing him over your family.  

“Why did you come here?”  

JJ shrugged, running a hand through his hair and sighing, “I just...Kie told me last week that you were getting married and I woke up this morning and I just...don’t do this.”

“What? I’m, I’m getting married...I can’t just...not.”

“Why not?” JJ asked, “you said before-”

“Six years ago!”

“You said before that all you wanted was to pack up a van and drive around the country together. That we just...needed each other.” JJ continued, unfazed by you cutting him off.

“I said that six years ago JJ...six years ago! And you said that you weren’t sure you loved me.” You replied, “or did you forget that part?”

“No, I just...I didn’t mean it okay. Fuck, please. I didn’t mean it.”

“So you waited this long to tell me? I’m getting married JJ...married! To someone I’ve been with for like, three years. We have an apartment together. Oh my god.” You squeezed your eyes shut, covering your face with your hands. When JJ reached out to touch your shoulder you moved away. “Fuck.”

Another knock on the door and you looked up, startled. You shoved JJ over to stand behind the door before opening it, your mom on the other side. “Uh, hey, hey.” You said, trying to clear your throat. “What’d you...what’s up?”

“I thought I heard you talking to someone.” She said, looking passed you into the room.

“No.” You shook your head. “No one.”

“Ten minutes...fix your makeup.” She replied, looking at your skeptically before heading back down the hall. Once she was out of sight you shut the door, leaning your head against the wood.  

“Look, I’ll go-” JJ piped up.

“Good, please do.”

“I’ll go if you tell me right now that you don’t still love me.” JJ said, more serious than you’d ever seen him.

“JJ-”

“I love you. I’m sorry that I said I didn’t and that I waited so long to make things right but I can’t lie to you anymore. I love you and I always have. Please, don’t get married. I know you love me too.” JJ said, cutting you off, “I know it’s been a long time but I know you. I knew you then and I know you now. And I have to believe that you still love me. Please?”

You closed your eyes, tears escaping, ruining the makeup that Kiara had spent a good two hours perfecting. Everyone was out there. Friends, family, your fiance. Standing at the top of the church, waiting for you to walk down that aisle and marry him.  

“Damn it JJ.” You cursed, grabbing your phone off one of the tables and texting Kiara to come back. “This is supposed to be my wedding day.”

“So-”  

“Yes, yes, fuck. I still love you.” You snapped.  

JJ smiled, that slow grin that always made you feel like you were on fire. You welcomed his hand on your cheek, the rough skin of his calloused fingers against brushing hair out of your face as he kissed you, ruining the red lipstick that you had fretted over. You kissed him back, your phone slipping out of your hand as you reached for him, trying to pull his body closer to yours. You had kissed him in years but it still felt the same. Safe and warm and like everything else in the world stopped. It wasn’t something you could compare to anyone. It was something you only felt with JJ, a feeling you’d been trying to run away from and chase after at the same time.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, kissing your forehead, traces of your lipstick smearing there. “I love you and I swear to god I’ll never make you doubt that again.”

“JJ,” you bit your bottom lip as he kissed your neck,  feather light and you had to pull yourself back to reality. “We should go.”

“What?”

“We need to leave...I’m supposed to get married in two minutes...we need to not be here.” You said, just as the door clicked, Kiara slipping inside before she looked up, wide eyed when she realized exactly why you’d sent her an SOS.

“JJ...no. No...oh my god.”

“Hey Kie, you can uh, tell ‘em we had to cut out,” JJ asked, grinning at her as he grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the door.

“Wait, wait.” She grabbed your phone off the ground, handing it to you before hugging you and JJ both. “I’ll see you at the Chateau?”  

“I’ll be the one in the dress.” You teased.  

JJ tugged on your hand and you gave Kiara one last hug before following him into the hall and heading for the back doors. At the other end, near the Chapel, you heard your dad call your name and you looked back, positive you must’ve looked nuts with your lipstick smeared and your mascara running.

“Sorry.” You called, though it was an empty apology. You let the doors close behind you and climbed in JJ’s truck after him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Cold feet?” JJ joked, starting the engine.

“Not about you.”

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[thirstystarkey]

BASS PLAYERS 🦋 RUDY PANKOW AU

Prompt: Y/N is forced by her best friends to attend the most desired underground rock band, against her will she goes. But what happens when she gets stuck with one of the band members? Will she discover the why they say bass players have the best fingers or will she just ignore him?

Warnings: mention of drugs and alcohol, sex, various kinks including choking, overstimulation, public sex, this is just another script for pornhub tbh

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN, IF YOU WANT TO SEND ME ANY BLURB OR PROMPT ABOUT THIS TROPE (y/n x rockstar!rudy) IM MORE THAN WILLING TO DO IT, LOVE YOU ALL 🥰💞✨

04

The loud steps of Rudy running behind Y/N makes her giggle like a little girl, as she stops abruptly and turns to the panting boy. He has his hair all over the place under his red snapback and honestly his cheeks matched pretty well with its color.

“Jesus!” He groans, cleaning a few drops of sweat. “You’re really making me chase after you.” Rudy jokes, with a smirk.

“Feels like you’re not used to running at all.” She laughs, now walking besides him. “What do you want Rudy, you already came here and I already accepted your apology?” Y/N questions, intrigued.

“It’s stupid and I feel like you are already saying no to it.” Rudy comments while he scratchs the back of his head, he looks around and only a few girls glance and them but they don’t truly recognize him.

“Shot your shoot rockstar.” Y/N mocks him, leaning into a tree, since they weren’t inside anymore.

“What would you say if I asked you out, you know just to make my apology official.” Rudy mumbles his words like a grandma arguing and Y/N swores it’s the funniest thing she’d ever seen.

“I’d say yes probably.” Y/N says softly.

“Really?” Rudy asks, surprised with eyes wide open. “So, will you.. you know... go out with me?” Before he speaks again he clears his throat, sounding more confident.

“Yes Rudy, I will.” Y/N agrees, laughing.

“Now?” He asks after her nice answer.

“I don’t have anything planned.” Y/N gave him a small shy smile.

“Then come with me.” The boy winks at Y/N and gently pulls her into his motorcycle that was perfectly parked.

“What is this?” Y/N asks, afraid. “Where’s your ugly car? Where’s Eugenia?”

“I brought my other girl, thought you may enjoyed this more.” Rudy mocks Y/N this time before handing her a spare helmet. “See, safety first. I already came prepared.”

“Oh god, please don’t kill me.” She whispered before she took her place behind Rudy on the motorcycle.

“Hold on tight, princess.” Rudy said, muffled by the helmet but she still got it and her cheeks burned at the pet name.

Her arms snaked around his torso tightly, with eyes still closed she felt like time was passing by her in a much slower way now that Rudy was driving. It began to feel nice as she slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Y/N recognized the road, it lead to the beach. Smart boy, Y/N thought to herself.

Once she got out of the motorcycle and took off the helmet Rudy previously gave her, Y/N’s legs shoke like jello and it was obvious that Rudy took the opportunity to tease her about it as they walked down the pier.

“C’mon, it wasn’t that bad!” Rudy said, once they sat down in the bench that faced the ocean.

“I don’t know how someone could possible give you a drivers license.” Y/N mocked him with a smirk.

Rudy laughed at her comment and leaned back into the bench, with arms crossed enjoying the view and her company. It felt oddly peaceful and pleasant to be next to Y/N, like he didn’t had to be this rockstar persona next to her.

“What’s your favorite ice cream?” She asked after a moment of comfortable silence. “Mines is a mixture between vanilla, strawberry and lemon.” Y/N said, turning to him.

“Who the fucks like lemon ice cream?” Rudy teased her. “Obviously chocolate is the superior one.” He affirmed with confidence.

“That’s what basic ass people say.” She sassed. “I bet you never had lemon ice cream.” Y/N added.

“And you’re totally right sweetie.” Rudy laughed.

“Wait here, I’m gonna change that today.” Y/N said while she got up.

Rudy watched her walk to the ice cream truck, mesmerized and confused. After a couple of minutes she returned with two cups of ice cream, one filled with lemon and strawberry and the other with chocolate and vanilla. Y/N sat again next to the boy who couldn’t help but to giggle and smile at her sudden attitude.

“Taste it.” She order, handing him the cup of lemon ice scream while she placed the other in the middle.

“Oh dear god.” Rudy said out of breath as he held a spoon. He finally tasted lemon ice scream and once the flavor hit his tastebuds Rudy’s nose scrunched up in tiny wrinkles. It was a mixture of sweet and sour.

“It’s good right?” Y/N asked, eager with her hands next to her chest.

“It’s awful.” He said licking his lips.

“You’re full of shit, no it’s not.” Y/N laughed while she ate her ice cream and Rudy got his cup. “You have weak tastebuds.” She added giving him a side eye.

“And you’re just too stubborn to admit that chocolate ice cream is better.” Rudy said. “Admit it.” He laughed getting closer to her, with his spoon up to her mouth.

“Never in a million years, not gonna happen.” Y/N said, moving her head to the sides to avoid the spoon. They were both laughing so loud that a few old couple looked at them.

Y/N got distracted by a kid running and Rudy took the opportunity to shove, gently, the spoon inside her mouth, which made Y/N jump and glare at him, until they laughed at each other.

“Lemon is still better.” Y/N whispered while she cleaned the sides of her mouth.

“You missed a spot.” Rudy pointed to the corner of her lips. “Here.” He moved closer to Y/N, she could feel his body heat next to her legs as he index finger traced her bottom lip, cleaning off the ice cream. She felt his gaze burn her the whole time while he did it, getting flashbacks from the previous night as her cheeks turned slightly red.

“I prefer sweet things, sugar.” He whispered, looking at her, studying Y/N, while he licked clean his finger.

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enough

currently feeling all of these emotions, so felt like now was the right time to write this. might’ve made this a bit sadder than you wanted and i strayed a bit but... my emotions are everywhere so lmao idk it sucks i suck i’m sad whatever. the ending is happy though.

warnings: mentions of anxiety and hopelessness, also brief mentions of self-harm. a bit of angst if you squint real hard.

pairings: rudy pankow x reader

word count: 1.8k

The past two weeks, you had felt like you were moving on auto-pilot. Your life had become an endless loop of the same day, and you couldn’t seem to escape it. The nights were spent lying in bed, a constant sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as your heart pounded against your chest rapidly. You craved the sweet release of sleep, even if only for a moment, but it never seemed to come. The first few days, your friends tried to reach out and get you out of your apartment, but they were always met with a lame excuse that you were too tired and work had been exhausting, and eventually, you stopped replying altogether. Soon, the invites also stopped. Your best friend, Rudy, had been the only one who continued to send you text after text, ignoring your short, or nonexistent, responses. Every call and FaceTime from him had gone ignored. You already felt so overwhelmed with everything going on around you, that the idea of having to navigate all of that on top of forcing yourself not to break down and tell your best friend you were madly in love with him, caused you to spiral even more. 

Currently, you were curled into yourself on the floor of your shower, your side leaning into the wall for support as the steaming water cascaded down your freshly scrubbed skin. Tears were sliding down your dull cheeks, the water from the shower mingling with the salty substance before washing it down the drain. The water was too hot, and you knew that, but you couldn’t bring yourself to reach over and make it cooler, so instead you just sat there, ignoring the way your skin was screaming at you as it turned red. You felt numb, the sinking feeling you’d grown accustom to now replaced with an aching emptiness. Your sharp fingernails dug into the sides of your arms as you cradled yourself, the flesh breaking underneath the pressure, but you felt nothing, even as you dragged your fingernails down the sensitive skin. Your eyes watched as the blood dripping down your arms mingled with the water, swirling around your body, and you let out a loud sob, the quiet tears you’d been swallowing finally breaking free, echoing throughout the bathroom loudly. 

Suddenly, the door leading to the bathroom had been pulled open, your head snapping up at the sound, and seconds later your shower curtain was being ripped open. 

Rudy was stood in front of you, his heart sinking at the sight in front of him. The look on his face only caused you to cry harder as you buried your face in your knees. Moments later, the water was being switched off, and Rudy was leaning down so he was eye level with you. 

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” He finally spoke, gliding the towel over your arms slowly to collect the blood that the water hadn’t washed away before he guided the towel around your shaking figure. His arm slipped underneath your bent knees as the other wrapped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the floor and carrying you into your bedroom. Your fingers were clutching onto the towel now, keeping it secured as you looked forward, refusing to look at him as he stared down at you before setting you down on your bed. Without speaking, he began rummaging through your drawers, settling on a cream colored sweater you’d stolen from him. He opened your underwear drawer, grabbing the first pair he set eyes on before making his way back over to you and placing them next to you on the bed. You’d finally looked up and caught his gaze, and for a moment the two of you just looked at each other before he gestured towards the clothing and turned away from you. 

The sound of your bed creaking as you crawled onto it signaled to Rudy that you were done as he turned back around. He’d grabbed your hair brush while you slipped the sweater on, and he quickly kicked his shoes off before planting himself next to you on your bed. Leaning against your headboard, he gestured for you to move in front of him, and you maneuvered yourself so you were sitting between his legs.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” His fingers ran through your hair gently before he began sliding the brush through the long tendrils slowly, careful not to hurt your scalp. 

“Everything.” You whispered, your voice breaking in the middle of the simple word.

He was silent, continuing to brush through your hair until he’d worked out all the tangles. When he was finished, he tossed your brush to the side, his arms now wrapping around your waist as he pulled your back into his chest, leaning you back into his hold as he sunk down on the bed. 

“Talk to me. Please. It’s been two weeks, I was worried sick about you, y/n. I just paid your apartment owner $100 to let me in, and I’m not leaving.” Your eyes were closed as your head rested on his chest, the scent of his cologne calming down the erratic beating of your heart. 

“I’m just... there’s so much happening. And work.. it never fucking ends and it’s the same shit every god damn day. I was supposed to be getting a promotion, but they gave it to Danny instead even though he’s been working there for half the time I have. Everything I do just... it’s never enough. I’m never enough, not even at work.” The words rushed out of your mouth, the walls you’d built so securely finally shattering as you laid down in Rudy’s hold. His hand rested on your jaw, tilting your head so you were looking up at him as he gazed down at you. 

“Don’t ever say that about yourself, because it’s absolute bullshit. You’re enough. If your boss can’t realize that then fuck him.” His voice was gentle, but also firm as he spoke, his grip on your jaw never wavering. The way he was currently looking down at you made your heart race once again, but for the first time in weeks, it wasn’t from anxiety. But just as the feeling came, you were reminded that he just looked at you as a friend, and nothing more. A quiet sigh passed through your lips as you nodded, a stray tear trailing over the apple of your cheek, but Rudy’s thumb was quick to wipe it away. You lifted your head slightly, causing his hand to fall from your face as you looked away from him. 

It was easy to convince yourself that no one truly cared about you. That the friends you had weren’t ever really your friends, they were just there when it was convenient, and were quick to forget you when you needed them the most. Even though you were literally wrapped in his arms, his scent the only thing you could focus on, all you could think about was how you still weren’t enough. How you weren’t wrapped in his arms the way you wanted to be, and you never would be.

“Tell me whats going on in your head, bubs.” He whispered, his arms squeezing you tightly, your eyes closing at the pet name, trying to will away another round of tears. You shook your head, not trusting your voice as you untangled yourself from his hold and got off the bed. 

“I think you should go.” Your voice was mono-tone as you spoke, your eyes trained on the lavender polish spread across your toenails, missing the flash of hurt on Rudy’s face as he pushed himself to the edge of your bed.

“I’m not leaving you, not like this.” Now, his voice was the one breaking, not understanding why you were so intent on pushing him away. 

“Please...” you whimpered, broken, as you yanked the sleeves of the sweater down so they were swallowing your hands. Rudy was on his feet in seconds, his hands gripping your shoulders as he tried to pull you into him once again, but you pushed him away, stepping back. 

“God y/n what the hell is going on?! Why are you pushing me away?” his voice was raised, and you could hear how hurt he was, but all you could do was shake your head, another round of tears finally breaking free as you began to slam your fists into his chest, trying to get him to leave. He wasn’t budging. Your hits were weak, and eventually he grabbed your wrists to stop you, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his own around your small shoulders.

“I love you. I’m not going anywhere no matter how hard you try. Please just tell me what’s going on.” your hands gripped onto the fabric of his shirt as he spoke, balling it into your fists as you cried into his chest. 

“I love you, too. And that’s the problem.” your voice whispered into his shirt, causing his eyebrows to furrow as he pulled away slightly so he could look down at you, though you refused to meet his eyes. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“What does that mean?”

“I’m...” you sighed, trying to pull away but he kept his hands on your cheeks, refusing to let you tilt away, “I’m in love with you. And I can’t control it anymore, and I... I don’t like not being in control of my feelings. Every time I’m around you it’s a constant battle, because I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I’m not... I’m not enough at work, and I’ll never be enough for you. I just want to be enough.” Your voice had dropped to a whisper as you finished, your gaze darting around the freckles on his face as you avoided his eyes.

Rudy was silent for a moment, though he kept his hands on your cheeks as he processed what you had just said. He thought he had made it obvious how he felt about you all these years. He thought that the constant glances, and lingering touches in crowded rooms had been enough. His head shook slowly before he placed a soft kiss on your nose, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m in love with you, too. And I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear enough, but now I’m standing here telling you. I am in love with you. No matter what you’ve convinced yourself, you are enough for me. You always have been, you always will be. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” You let out a breath as he spoke, your eyes widening for a moment before you placed your hands over his, which were still resting on your cheeks.

“I am enough.” You whispered the words he’d spoken to you, letting them consume you as his lips finally met yours.