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rhaeheartzsquirrelz · 1 day ago

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Thinking about Sevika with a reader she thought was a bit on the innocent side finding out reader has her nipples pierced 🫠

Ok why have I never thought of this before? I love this request 🤫

Heaven Sent

Sevika x Female Reader

Cw: Hyper fem bartender! reader (the bartender part has little to no impact on the plot?). Sex: thigh riding, nipple play, biting.

On my soul if a man interacts. I will actually wage war.

Proofread || Note: I AM SOOO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE, guys I’ve been so flipping busy it’s not even a joke anymore.

She thought you were an angel sent just for her. Walking around with a sense of femininity that reeled everyone in. It was the change in tone you directed at her; she thought you were into her. Mainly because you seemed to show the same interest back, as friends or not she thought of it as a win.

One thing that stuck to her was how “innocent” you looked. Even working at a bar— The Last Drop— you looked as if you’d never touched an inch if intimacy before. Sevika wasn’t fully understanding of why she thought of you in that way, but she did. To be frank, it was a turn on.

In the back of her mind, she liked thinking about ruining you. About feeling the skin you had hid underneath your delicate clothing. About showing you what else there was to life. About giving you pleasure; until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

Eventually, she came around to talking to you. Having friendly conversations and making you laugh with her dad jokes. The woman always found your laugh.. lively, adorable, the way your nose would scrunch and you’d hide your face. It made her feel a sense of pride, knowing she could make someone like you smile.

But, the thing she was completely unaware of was that you weren’t the sweet, heaven sent angel she thought of you as. There was much more under your layered top that would have her jaw drop, and you wanted to see it for yourself.

You both knew there was something much deeper than a friendship, and on a slow night at The Last Drop, that tension was able to break.

You grab your purse, throw it over your shoulder, and walk towards the door. Sevika was busy with poker, winning every damn round and pissing off the men that surrounded the small table. But, as her eyes laid on you walking towards the exit, she surrendered to the men and decided to walk you home. It was the least a “friend” could do, right?

Wrong.

She ended up crashing her lips against yours and pinning you against your fluffy, cool sheets, flesh hand gripping your arch as she had you flush against her chest. You didn’t know how you ended up where you were now, but in all honesty you didn’t seem to give a shit. You’d had a huge crush on the woman atop of you for months, and finally having her touch you was the direction you’d been aiming for— and you got it.

Sevika’s dark lips planted kisses down your neck, marking your shoulders with hickeys. Just to let everyone know the pretty thing underneath her was.. well, her’s. Your palms were sweaty, heart was racing, and your face felt hot. Don’t get yourself started on your needy little cunt. There wasn’t anything convincing you to stop, everything was just perfect. The way she handled you, placing you on her lap. You were convinced you’d get laid, and it turned out that that was exactly what happened.

Without an utter, Sevika stripped you of your clothes. Bra bra and panties the only things left, causing her grey eyes to roam over your figure. With you straddling her, the woman was sure to lose control at any given moment. Which, made the situation further more intimate— thrilling. In a way.

She used her mech arm to steady herself, and that was it’s only purpose for she wouldn’t let it anywhere near you. With her flesh hand pressed against the small of your back, she pulled you closer. Chest against chest, you were sure she’d feel your piercing against her. But, no, she didn’t seem to. Too caught up in the moment? You thought so. A laced bra covering the metal that pierced through your skin, you let her kiss down to it, her fingers fiddled with the latch as she tried taking it off. The woman was struggling.

“Can’t do it?” Your voice hummed through her, and she scoffed. “Surprised you can’t take off a bra, Sev,” you teased, she gave you an eye roll in response before tossing your bra aside. “I’m not an—“ her silver eyes landed on your chest and she barely stopped her jaw from dropping. Her attention was fixated on the metal that pierced through your hardened nipples, the sight of it making her mouth, noticeable, run dry. Sevika was silent for a moment, and that moment felt like an eternity. She just stared, absolutely mesmerized by the sight. “What?” Your voice broke through the silence and she smugly chuckled, lips curled into a smirk afterwards. “Y’didn’t tell me about these,” her thumb pressed against your bud as she felt around; causing you to bite back a moan. “You never asked?” Was what she got in return, it was meant to be a tease but only ended up slipping out as a sigh.

“What’s next? You got your kitty pierced?” Her teeth sunk into your shoulder as she pressed your cunt against her front, mech arm gripping onto your thigh. Sevika wasn’t planning on using her prosthetic, but now having realized you weren’t as innocent she had thought, she wouldn’t hold back. Maybe even break you. “No, actually. I.. I don’t,” her flesh fingers gave your nipples a pinch. And, for a second, it felt like everything had begun to spin. You were uneasy in the best way possible.

Her taller figure leaned down against you as she kissed her way down to your chest, each peck hot and breathy until she wrapped her dark lips around you. Your eyes watched her as she ran her tongue over your nipples, licking the metal all the while gently sucking. Your body, from head to toe, was heated. On fire from her heavenly touch, even the way she pressed against you. You’d never been so close to the woman, only ever been given a tap or a shove. Nothing like this, and, boy, was it good.

“Does it hurt?” Eyes fixated on your right tit as her flesh hand kneaded your left. You shake your head at her question, barely able to keep yourself from loosing control. The woman, on the other hand, was enjoying having you in her mouth, just feeling all over your bud was enough to arouse herself. With a swift, steady movement, Sevika pressed her thigh against you; your cunt, more specifically. She let you rub your heat and work for your own orgasm. The woman even guided you, hand gripping your ass as she helped your hips rock. “Y’ever done this?”

“Have I ever.. done this?” You echoed, trying to wrap your mind around the question all the while trying to focus on the friction between your thighs. Both tasks left you hazy innthe head. This,” she gently bit down on your nipple; which you breathlessly moaned at. “I.. I guess?” You weren’t up to Sevika’s level, who had seen countless pussy with her fourty years of experience. The woman knew her shit, making you spread wider all the while attacking your bare skin. She seemed to be a beast in bed, biting onto your neck and leaving marks, even bruising your shoulder as a result of your pretty little noises. She enjoyed them deeply, even smirking proudly everytime she heard them escape.

Almost everything she did had you in a trance; her humm of approval against your neck, her grip on your ass, her breath tickling your sensitive skin, even her silver eyes; that were focused on you. She watched as your jaw dropped, lips parted, and eyes become lidded. Every bit of your reaction had her in a chokehold, especially knowing that the girl she once saw as an angel was now straddling her thigh, moaning in her ear, was as wet as water, and was rocking rubbing against her. It was something she found too attractive to not comment on, “pretty girl enjoying herself?” She murmured, knowing full well you were. “Mm-hm, I am, Sev, I am,” nonetheless your answer made her feel fuzzy— though she hid that from you, hid the fact that you made her all mushy, all soft.

You continued your grind against Sevika, rubbing back and fourth until you felt your orgasm pooling. Her every touch, brush, made every hair on your body stand. Every kiss, suck, bite, and grip left you with a clouded feeling. The release would be too good, you practically craved it. Growing desperate and needy, you rub harder. Your clit pulsed for more, a finger up your cunt possibly. “Uh-huh, look a’you. Such a cute little thing.” The woman purred, pressing her dark lips against yours. They held a sense of tenderness, too soft to be rough but too strong to be gentle. Even when her tongue ran over your bottom lip, it was as if she didn’t know how much you wanted. How much you could handle, even.

But, when your sweet, much needed orgasm finally hit, it was like every fiber in you screamed for the woman giving you pleasure. You clung to her; hands gripping her dark hair, face burried and nuzzling into her, and your hips lightly shuddering against hers. She’d gladly help you ride out your high. She wrapped her flesh arm around your waist as her mech helped the two of you keep balance, she pushed you to rock further until she was certain you were finished.

Heavily breathing and deeply satisfied, you kept close. Sevika, feeling the need to show affection, shifted the two of you on your sides. Her mech over your waist, flesh under your head, the woman kept you warm and comfortable. Never forgetting to pepper that precious face of yours with kisses, the type of kisses that get your heart to skip a beat. “You can ride.” She teased, entangling her fingers with your hair and brushing through. Carefull to not tug, pull. “I could do more than.. that.” Was your smug reply.

“More? ‘Least catch your breath, doll. I bet I could have you knocked out in a few.”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

And thwn yo gust get married and have 8 kids.

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sirxlla · 3 days ago

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It Comes Naturally

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Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Slight Angst

Prompt: "Dad things he does subconciously" with buck (request by anon)

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

A lot of the fatherly things he did initally came out in ways of making sure that you had properly bandaged your finger or carrying you to the bedroom when you fell asleep on the couch. It was just casually caring for your partner as one should, like making sure you had enough dinner or that you got to work safely.

As time went on in the relationship progressed, you noticed how fatherly he seemed to Chris. How he would help him every single time he had the opportunity, maybe with homework, girl talk or other general things.

Buck is so kind and attentive, most of the time he can tell how someone's feeling just by looking at their face or reading the room. He is always so good at making sure to clock your emotions and how you're feeling.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked as he came into the room.

"I promise it's nothing." You had said not wanting to put your shitty day on to him.

"I know that's entirely bullshit." He smiles, gently grabbing your chin so he can gaze into your eyes.

"I'm just having a rough day, I'm remembering some shit from my childhood." Your eyes slightly teared up as you are trying your hardest not to cry. He pulled you into a hug and everything starts to feel right, his hugs were all encompassing. You know how they say that everything faded and it was just you and him? Like the movies. That's exactly how it felt with him his hugs were just the best thing you could think of whenever you're feeling like shit.

His dad behavior seem to spike when his sister had a baby. Every single time that Maddie needed a babysitter he was the first person to jump on it. He tended to carry Jee around everywhere, showing her how he does everything even if she can't understand.

"And this is the smoke alarm." He held her up so she could see the smoke alarm. There was no rhyme or reason to the things that he showed her just random things around the house like the top of the fridge, the pantry or the microwave. Of course considering the fact that she's a baby she has no idea what's going on but she enjoys it just the same.

You often caught him watching Bluey, Max & Ruby, Blue's Clues or whatever TV show he had put on for the little girl, he had gotten sidetracked and sat down and started watching it. Of course it started the same way it does for every other father where they glance at the TV and slowly get sucked into the plot of the episode. A couple of times you've caught him passed out on the couch with her because the both of them had fell asleep watching television.

In a way he is very much an uncle but in so many different ways he is like a father, he's patient, kind, and understanding. Evan is the perfect partner and the perfect person that you could see yourself building a life with.

When there's a problem he always talks it out with you and you both come to an understanding and say sorry because what he says is that "it takes two people to argue" and both of you are to blame; apparently this is something that Maddie taught him when she essentially raised him. It was a way of making sure everyone felt understood and cared for in any type of relationship, it took him some time but he did realize it slowly that it was indeed true in most situations.

Evan isn't just fatherly but motherly as well, he's perfect with kids, he's a fantastic partner and a wonderful human being.

It was really early in your relationship and neither of you had talked about it, having kids. So when you saw that little blue plus sign you're nervous, not because you don't want this but because you're worried it's too soon.

"Baby, I-" You take a breath as you come out of the bathroom in your pajamas. Buck is remaking the bed that both of you didnt have time to do this morning. He hears the worry in your voice and turns around.

"Hey..." He sits at the end of the bed and pulls you between his thighs, those ocean eyes staring into yours with love and care.

"I- um... I missed my period and I didn't think anything of it because I've been stressed. You know with everything that's been happening, the fires and all?" You tell him, your heart heavy in your chest. He just listens as he knows that you'll continue when you're ready, his hands slowly rubbing your hips in silent support of whatever you have to say.

"...We- We only had one test laying around." You handed him the test and watched his reaction on his face, it took a minute of his brain processing but a huge smile covered his face.

"Oh! Oh my God! Baby, you're pregnant! This is- this is good news, this is great news!" He pulled you into his lap and hugged the doubt and worry out of you.

"You're not mad? It's really early in this relationship and I really didn't want to push anything on to you." You started crying cause you were so sure he'd be upset cause generally a lot of guys would be, it was a relief.

"Mad? Baby, I've never been happier. You- You're amazing. We can do this. Right? You wanna keep it, dont you? If you don't its okay but I just-" Evan starts to get nervous as he speaks cause he realizes he doesn't want to force any decision on you or make you feel obligated to keep this baby if you don't want to.

"I- Yeah. I do." Tears pouring down your face and onto his neck.

"You're going to be the most gorgeous mother out there." Buck rubs your back as he tries to help with the tears that are dampening his shirt You had never had this type of support in your life and you knew at this exact point you wanted him in your life in any way possible.

If at some point down the road you guys didn't love each other the same way that you do now, you know that you would want him in your life as a friend at least just to have him in your life. You'd always have a connection to him and that was even before you got pregnant, but now there was a bundle of life growing within you that was part you and part him stringing the two of you together forever.

"I'm going to be here with you as long as I breathe, I promise." He whispers into your ear before pulling back so he can see your face. Buck covers your salty tear filled face in kisses.

He always knew exactly what to do to make you smile and this was no exception, the love he gave you and the compassion and care was to be unmatched by anyone no one could make you feel like this but him.

Masterlist

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911 on fox #911 abc #911 show #oliver stark

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uchispeach · 15 hours ago

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Sycamore Tree (Ch. 6)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Fem! Reader

Warnings: DUB-CON, rough sex, virginity loss, corruption kink, slight dacryphilia, manhandling, possessive & manipulative behavior, violence, addiction & mentions of drug consume��

A/N: Shit’s about to go DOWN. Also, sorry for the slow updates. I was just in a bad mental state.

This fic will contain dark content: such as dub-con/ non-con and violence. You have been warned.

“Do you really have to leave?” John B’s voice sounded like a saddened plea. You felt a strange wave of shame warming up your body as you finished digging for your keys inside the tote bag’s mess. “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll double my shift tomorrow” Your joke came out as lighthearted, the opposite of your current uncomfortable state. “You better, cause’ Pope is unbearably insufferable when you aren’t here.”

The dark haired boy snored softly from the old living room’s couch, his singular crutch resting next to him.

Seeing the still present bandage covering his one knee made your heart sting a little, either way, you waved your blond friend goodbye and followed the path to the front yard.

The crack of the rusty door wasn’t loud enough to disturb the couple sitting at the porch. Neither did your footsteps create any sort of distraction between them, it was not until you walked down the set of stairs and wrapped your fingers around your car’s handle when you dared to interrupt. “So, you’ll cover me today at The Wreck, right?” Your voice was made purposefully deeper to dominate above the sound of passionate kissing between Kiara and her boyfriend.

Your sister separated her lips from the rebel boy’s, only to grimace at you in an exasperated face. “Guess I’ll fucking have to.” Her annoyance grew clearer on her features, probably regretting owing you a favor. “Thank you…” You said softly, smiling sincerely at her while hopping on the driver’s seat.

The way your fingers wrapped around the steering wheel was unusual, too much strength applied to a rather simple action. A weird feeling installed itself on your chest, polluting the excitement of seeing the blond once again.

Rafe had leaked its way into you, maybe deeper than you wished for. Sneaking around with the Kook didn’t feel quite right at all times, primarily knowing it had to be kept a secret from your friends and sister. But he wrapped you in his life with such intensity you didn’t know how to tell him ‘no’.

These past few days had been unimaginably perfect with the blond boy. Hours spent tanning under the sun while resting on his toned chest, soft kisses on the lips by the edge of his Olympic pool and restless midnight calls, ones less innocent than others…Still, you hesitated before stepping on Cameron's vast land.

The noise in your brain made it harder to recognize the tumultuous chaos waiting around the corner. A pained groan was the first thing you got to decipher from the mix of aggressive shouting. Your movements failed to be cautious as you rushed to the scene.

Rafe’s motorbike laying uncaringly on the ground took you by surprise, such an expensive and imposing machine being treated with such anger. Then, there was a thud; like a sack of rocks crashing against pavement. But the most brutal part of it all, was seeing your lover holding his abdomen in prominent pain.

Your gasp was enough to catch his attention, and you ran to his side with desperation when a trail of blood went down his mouth. “What is wrong with you?” You were acting foolishly, screaming and whining at the well-known plug and delinquent standing right in front of you, acting all offended at the sight of a hurt loved one.

Barry had his chest puffed out, big tacky sunglasses combining with his uncared for hair and dirty tank top. His fists were tensed on a harsh squeeze, proving the pent up violence - shown in the form of blood accumulated on his knuckles.

Your palm rested carefully on Rafe’s forearm while your knees clashed against his side. A simple inspection to his form told you they had been fighting for a prolonged amount of time. Still, a raw batch of burned flesh twitching near his wrist made your eyes widen in worry. “Go away. Now!” The tone of your voice wasn’t intimidating to the black haired boy at all, not when it sounded more like a sob than an actual demand.

The Cameron boy coughed, rumbling chest causing even more pain to his bruised ribs. “Get out or I’ll call-” Barry stepped closer, and you considered shielding the blond with your own body as you saw the crazy look on the Pogue’s face. “You better get me my money or I’ll put a hole between those lame ass eyebrows of yours. Fucking junkie!” He pointed a shaky finger, trembling in clear fury.

He stomped closer, moving his limbs with aggressiveness. “Don’t!” You screamed at the thug when he kneeled beside. “Meanwhile…” he mockingly moved away, effortlessly standing up along the motorbike. “…I’ll take this lady with me.” His sandals clutched the pedals with force as he started the engine.

“You know your deadline, country club. Don’t make me come for your cocaine filled ass!” The last threat was thrown as he rode away. Your shocked state wasn’t enough to pull you away from the responsibility presented at your sight. “Rafe, stay still.” Your plea went silent to Cameron's ears as he supported his palms and knees on the rocky path. “Hey, take it slow.” You reached out for his tensed arm, trying to comfort the storm going on inside him.

You were quick to jump when your contact was received with a hiss. A clear complaint to the abrasive touch on one of his multiple wounds. “I’m sorry.” You felt pathetically lost at the situation, not sure on how to act or what to say to avoid adding any stress to his already stressful situation.

He completely ignored you while his clumsy limbs tried their best to lift him up. “Fuck!” He barked at the third failed attempt to walk off the scene. “Here…” You whispered shyly while offering your frail shoulders as support for the burly boy.

His face grimaced, knowing he had no other choice but to accept your support. Your panting was almost suffocated by Rafe’s curses as you struggled to take him inside the mansion.

Out of breath, you guided him to the all-white couch. A piece of furniture that could only be chosen by Rose’s expensive taste, its functionality as small as your skill to position Rafe on a swift move. “Shit…just drop me.” He demanded in his deep voice, warm breath caressing your sensitive ear. “Okay, just…be careful”

Even in his vulnerable state, you couldn’t help but notice the veins popping up over his flexed muscles, their presence intensified by the trauma all his body had just went through. The blond closed his eyes while facing the ceiling, fed up attitude convincing you not to make any instigation.

You stood frozen in the spacious living room, feeling useless at the lack of ideas running through your brain as the blond wriggled in despair. Then you remembered:

“Rafe, calm down.” Your little self begged the relentless kid to know some peace. Younger Rafe continued making a big mess with all the kitchen drawers. “It was right here, where did that stupid hag put it?” He shook the wood cupboards as if they were mere boxes.

“Rafe” You stepped closer to the frenetic being, your poor friend trembling in frustration as he dug deeper into the endless silverware. “What?!” He reacted late and enraged, closing his fingers on a vile grip as his teary eyes finally faced you. “You’re bleeding.” Your small fingertips brushed against the open cut angrily bleeding on his forehead.

“Who cares?!…” His breathing grew more intense as his sobs became closer. “…my dad is going to kill me when he finds out.” You saw his bloodied knuckles tensing while his palms went up and down his face, roughly rubbing his childish features. “We will explain to him…” Your tiny neck went sore when being tilted to the side for so long, but you were desperate to see those two blue orbs.

“Explain what?…that I disobeyed him once again and broke his shitty bike.” He took you by surprise when his stronger grip terrorized your shoulders with careless movements. “I’m such an idiot.” A tear fell sourly down his smooth skin, entering between his pink lips and giving him a salty taste of his own fear.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” Carefully, you removed his strong hands from obstructing your freedom. “Restroom” His voice came out fragile, throat tired from all the shouting and crying.

And as you made your way to the cabinet over the toilet, you couldn’t help but take some steps back and show your chubby face from the room’s inside: “It’ll be all okay…” You tried cheering him on with a juvenile smile on your tender lips, still, Rafe looked quite frozen in his stressful state.

Not much has changed since then, he still handled vulnerability with excessive rage and aggressiveness. “I’ll get you some bandages and something to disinfect those wounds.” You spoke quietly, tip-toeing your way to the rest room’s drawer to find the dusty metallic box.

Your eyes tried to stay glued to the Red Cross decorating the white cover, even though the blond’s burning stare was clearly calling so deeply for your attention. Your conviction didn’t last long, and you were quick to meet his deeply focused orbs.

His stare moved with you, millimeter by millimeter, almost as he was scared you would dissolve into thin air and leave him all alone. You would never do that though, and that was proved when you kneeled betwen his legs to reach that red and twitching skin on his long arm.

You could swear his pupils polluted his gaze, making it darker as he saw you skillfully wiping the dirt particles from his exposed pain. “I’m sorry…” The liquid started dripping down your wrist as you squeezed the cotton a little too hard. It was rare for an apology to leave that snarky mouth you had grown to admire so much. “I’ll take care of it. Yeah…I’m a proactive type of person, I-I” He clearly struggled with putting the right words in the right sentence.

You simply looked up at him in empathy, sweet lashes moving slowly in the air as your soft features did your best at consoling him. “I know.” You really didn’t, but you knew better than to contradict him. And it seemed to work your way, because he stayed calm for the rest of your tending.

(…)

Helping the heavy young man climb the endless stairs to his room wasn’t an easy task, not when his rigid muscles buried against your delicate figure.

You were an expert at putting others before yourself, that’s why your comfort and peace had become the last of your priorities as soon as you saw the blond suffering. He looked quite calm by now, as peacefully as he allowed himself to be while laying on your naked thighs.

His strong and rough fingertips gripping your leg’s flesh with a securing force. While his other palm circled his way around your waist, making sure you wouldn’t move a single centimeter away from his warmth.

You didn’t know what possessed you to interrupt his therapeutic-like session, maybe it was his nose burying selfishly against your flesh, the forming redness around your hips or the careless squeezes he gave your stomach in hopes of calming his own demons down; but either way, you took the unjustified decision of altering him with an abrasive question: “Are you consuming again?”

Your naivety had limits. You had heard the rumours, the whispers, the jokes, you had seen the photos with the white lines in the background and the crazed look on his beautiful eyes in certain wild parties; he had himself given you a hint or two of his unhealthy habits. Still, you were dumb enough to believe he had stopped recurring to those self-destructive tendencies as soon as you moved by his side. You had thought the company you provided, alongside the words of encouragement and love were enough to pull him away from that evil source of entertainment. Perhaps the disappointment had clouded your mind.

A pained moan escaped your throat when his cold rings stung your exposed skin. He wasn’t joyful at all with your newfound curiosity. “You have no idea what it’s like.” His voice was monotone, almost like an automatic response being played on a haunted recorder.

“You cannot do this to yourself…it’s-“ You flinched at his sudden strength. Hard rock chest invading your personal space as his overpowering form stood imposingly. “I said you don’t have a fucking idea what it’s like!” Spit flew to your face, forcing you to squeeze your eyelids together in hopes of disappearing.

Your jaw was squished tightly by a set of calloused hands. “Listen to me!” The angle he took had his face looking scary, shadows sharpening his already intimidating features. “The pressure, the lack of respect, the loneliness…it’s too fucking much!” The angry vein reappeared on his front with the aggressive display.

You stood frozen for a moment, feeling nauseous at the distress in your lover’s voice. But something revolutionary happened deep inside, causing you to peel your eyes at him while wiggling in the forceful hold. “Hurting yourself won’t help!” Now, your hands were the ones surrounding his mandibule.

“You have to stop doing this to yourself…” Salty water started accumulating in his inferior eyelashes. His pink lips lightly wobbled, showing his deep rooted sadness. “Please, Rafe.” The smooth skin of your thumbs caressed his cheeks with so much empathy, it had him closing his teary eyes.

“Please…” you muttered from the depths of your heart. Your rosy lips received him with tenderness, stealing his words away as you moved your mouth against his in a quicker pace.

The Cameron boy was quick to react, affectionate tongue craving a taste of your own wet muscle. The kiss was consuming and passionate, showing a deep connection coming from both ends. You were receiving everything he had to give, almost as he had the power to discharge all his problems on you.

A trail of saliva kept you attached when he finally pushed away. A hungry spark was present in his deep stare, pushing you to the king size bed with a rough impulse.

The soft sheets contrasted the harsh palms who tugged brutishly at your top, desperate for the bare skin waiting under the thin fabric. The ripped bra didn’t cause any new sounds for you, you were practically used to his mean ways.

The teeth on your sensitive mounds were still startling for your mushy brain. He bit into your nipples as if they were made of candy. His expert licks and twists had you arching your back and gripping the blanket with an inhumane strength.

Rafe seemed to enjoy cupping your wet breasts with his huge hand, smirking at the perfection in which they covered the whole area. The massages were short but they still managed to provoke some sweet mewls from your part.

Shyly, you decided to peek at the suddenly arrogant blond, catching a glimpse of his predatory features as he started going down your belly, trying to reach a fairly unexplored place. Nervousness leaked through your pleasure as his expert digits unbuttoned your shorts. “I need to be inside of you.” He said with frenzy, swift moves ensuring your bottoms ended up on the bedroom’s floor.

“Rafe, wait.” Your whimpering took the seriousness away from your weak demand. The boy’s tongue wetted your underwear further by sucking right above your favorite spot. Light spasms were sent all over your spine as the wet patch on your cotton panties grew bigger with his relentless thirst. “I’m gonna’ stretch your pussy so good.” He groaned while sliding the small piece of clothing down your legs.

You always knew he was a big guy, but having him on top of you had your lungs feeling like they were about to give up. “You’re entirely mine…” Your heartbeat accelerated to an abnormal velocity as soon as the sound of his belt hitting the floor reached your ears. “…I’mma show you real’ soon.” Curiosity took the best from you as your eyes immediately searched for him.

His cock was already leaking pre cum from its huge head, the blond took advantage of it by rubbing the liquid up and down his own length. The veins on it glistened, making his member look all more intimidating.

The size of it had you growing nervous, its pink tip looking desperate to be let in. “I…” your instinct kicked in, forcing your nails to make contact with his toned pelvis. “Open those pretty legs for me.” The order was followed by a harsh tug on your neck, long digits keeping you still against a pillow.

Rafe desire was shown to be primal as the friction with your own sex had him grunting in pleasure. “Fuck, it’s perfect.” One of your legs had been pinned against your chest, letting you completely helpless at his attack.

Swallowing was hard to do when his excitement provoked his hand to wrap harsher around your throat, still, the scream that ripped from your larynx wasn’t completely choked. “Oh, shit!” His curses were raw, just as the intrusive member that had been pushed inside your tight walls.

At first his pace was slow, drawing languid wails from you. Then, he got cocky, too overwhelmed by your warm and soaked hole.

“It hurts.” You managed to express as your body was rocked up and down by Rafe’s beast-like thrusts. “Take it, fucking take it…all of it.” The man above you was possessed, possessed by the way your pussy sucked him in.

Big fat tears ran down your puffy cheeks, and even though they were a beautiful sight, the blond’s attention was captured by your unruling breasts - mounds of plump flesh jumping at the attack-.

The wealthy Kook’s stamina wasn’t something to play with, you had seen him playing sports, riding his motorbike and lifting heavy weights but you had never imagined he could be so brutal and mean when it came to sex, not when your experience had been nonexistent before him. In contrast, he seemed to be in his element, lifting your knee higher to pump harder onto that one spot he found to make you scream.

“Oh, fuck…I’m breaking you in half!” His lips stretched in mockery as he saw the red streaks of blood decorating his pulsing dick, proof of the innocence he had just ripped you from. “Rafe!” Your vocabulary was shortened to whining and moaning out his name, accompanied by short pleas of mercy.

Either way, mercy wasn’t in his vocabulary, not when his tip bruised against your cervix in such delirious ways. “Not one single man apart from me will ever get to touch you.” You were sure your neck was turning all types of purple as he applied more pressure. “You understand?” He did a particularly harsh trust, making you tremble with the promise of a nearby orgasm.

“Yes! I’m yours…I’m yours.” Rafe chuckled when your own hips crashed against his, desperate for a bigger friction. “That 's right…you’re my little slut.” The blond looked for your warmth, nearing his chest with yours to bury his nose in your clavicle. “Can you feel me?” The question was non verbally answer by the high pitched cry that escaped your throat as he pressed on your belly bulge -the protuberance caused by his monstrous length-. “I’m all up in your stomach.” His canines brushed harshly against your jaw, and you didn’t need to see his face to know he had a wolfish grin decorating it.

His name sounded like a prayer coming from your honeyed vocal cords. “That 's right. Come all over me.” And you did, his sentence releasing the knot that had been building up your belly for the longest time.

And as your climax washed all over your senses, Rafe continued to push your limits by grinding deeper against you, causing a deeply embarrassing wet noise. Your fluids received him with squelches. He rejoiced on the overstimulation coming from your tight sex, squeezing him in delicious spasms.

You became putty in his hands, not even worrying when his thrusts became slower and his breathing faster. Too thrilled by the lust and attentiveness in the wet kisses he gave your chest, and the romantic promises of possession he mumbled into your brain.

You were still riding your high when a prolonged grunt left from the depths of his throat, the sticky feeling of a foreign liquid filling you from the inside had you cringing. The sensation was warm and overwhelming, not like anything you had experienced before, alongside the soft drilling of his cock in your now cum-filled cunt.

“You’re not getting rid of me, ever.” He muttered against your stammering heart, choking you with calloused digits for the last time.

(…)

Rafe’s black truck shone under the moonlight, causing you to catch a glimpse of your reflection on the spotless paint. Your strapless white dress had a nice flowy skirt to it, well accompanied by your also white kitten heels.

The outfit was fully orchestrated by the blond, as he seemed to enjoy styling your whole look. He undressed you and dressed you like a life size doll, caressing every curve and dip with his skilled palms. He enjoyed sniffing your hair while carefully passing the comb between your silky strands and perfuming you with his own personal scent; it was all too personal and intimate.

Your hands were in front of you, both gripping your cute purse while waiting for your attractive date. “Let’s go, doll” You jumped at the sudden voice, only relaxed at the familiarity of it. “I’m more than ready…” You gave him a small smile, turning your head around to receive his gaze. He hummed in response, nearing his chest to your back while reaching out for your dress.

His digits slipped under your top, holding the fabric before gliding it up, causing your cleavage to stay well hidden. “Now, you’re ready.” His lips were shortly on yours before he helped you climb up the vehicle.

The leather seats of Rafe’s Range Rover felt like heaven, the soft lighting and his intoxicating cologne only making him more irresistible. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in that moment—effortlessly charming, like he owned everything around him. Rafe crossed his arms, taking his time before starting the engine. “What?” You asked in a funny tone, finding him cute as he smiled with one side of his face.

His half smirk grew bigger, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Just tell me.” You patted him softly on the bicep, feeling playful. “Open the glove compartment.” He blinked at you.

A spark of excitement could be seen in your big eyes, growing bigger as you saw two white boxes shining brightly at you. “Can I?” Your politeness pulled you back from opening them. “Of course, pretty…they’re all yours.”

You squealed in happinesses, deciding to uncover the smaller one first; a gold open cuff bracelet was revealed to your sight, looking delicate and ethereal in its cushioned place.

Your fingers brushed against the smooth material, soon surprised by the small crevices on it; a combination of four perfectly symmetrical letters read: ‘Rafe’.

The Kook took the piece of jewelry from your hold, as well as your arm. He leaned over, kissing your wrist with delicacy before making you wear his gift. “Everyone should know…that you’re my girl.” Heat travelled fast to your face.

“It’s so beautiful.” Rafe seemed satisfied with your reaction, a cocky grin on his handsome face. “There’s more…” He signaled to the other box. “All right…no!” Your eyes focused on the big image showcased on the front: A brand new phone.

“No, Rafe! I-” His sigh made you go quiet. “Yours was all broken,” the device kept on your purse had a simple scratch, but it just seemed to be no longer useful to the blond. “Come on, it’s pink…I know you love pink.” The wink he sent your way had you growing even more flustered.

“Okay…” You prolonged the word, not fully convinced with his ways of spending but still grateful. “Thanks!” You jumped to his side on a cozy hug.

(…)

Each step you took made your legs feel heavier, you didn’t know if it was the heavy weight of Rafe’s shredded arm around you, or the physiological effect of the loud voices and rap music coming from Kelce’s house, either way, your hands started sweating when the multiple voices of drunk teenagers came to your ears.

The party was already in full blast when you both arrived, making your anxiety rise even more. And it didn’t help that everyone seemed to recognize your blond companion: “Yo, Rafe” you could hear from multiple guys, all with similar looks to the last mentioned -polo shirt, surfer shorts and an expensive watch on wrist-. Still, that didn’t destabilize you as much as the sour looks some girls sent your way or the creepy faces a couple of boys made when staring at your silhouette.

One thing was clear: being with the Cameron boy was signing a contract with unrequited attention. “Stay by my side, all right?” You awkwardly nodded, not too sure on what to do with yourself.

Rafe slightly drifted away from you, catching the attention of a random brunette. She seemed friendly enough around him, showcasing a flirty smile while he whispered in his ear: “Hey, if you guys got any cash. Downstairs, okay?” The girl agreed with a bite to her lower lip, scanning your boyfriend from head to toe before leaving the room.

The next target was the party’s owner, who approached the blond with a big smile on his face. “Yo, Rafe. Where you been at?” They were both unashamedly loud, doing a handshake before smirking at each other. The taller one didn’t lose his time, patting Kelce on the back while making his proposal: “I got some yayo. Spread the word.” The voice of a leader he had, because the dark haired boy was quick to run around the house looking for contendants.

Rafe looked you straight in the eye, ringed digits combing through his hair with slight stress. You nervously smiled at him, trying to downplay the bizarre situation. “C’mon” He signaled for you to come, and you did, allowing him to guide you by the waist.

(…)

You didn’t exactly remember how you ended up there, or how long it took for the couches surrounding you to fill up with energized Kooks, all you knew was that your current position wasn’t comfortable at all. Fancy glass table filled with rolled dollar bills, dusty credit cards and mountains of white powder.

The metallic smell of money made you feel even dizzier and it didn’t help that the blond was counting every single buck right next to you. His heirloom ring shining mockingly at you while your ass sat prettily on his lap.

You had complained when he forced you to throw your naked legs over his meaty thigh, feeling embarrassed at the nosy eyes pointing at your exposed figure. It didn’t feel any better when Rafe decided to occasionally pinch your hips or squeeze your ass with his whole palm.

His sudden touchiness could be blamed on the lighted blunt resting on someone’s hand. He had blown the smoke on your face before saying how much he liked having you all to himself, clearly being freed from all decency.

The rest had even laughed when an intended sexy bite on your lower lip ended up being too harsh and making you flinch.

Either way, Rafe had managed to pull some of your worries away with the sudden presence of weed in your system. Nevertheless, a new arrival had you connecting back with your five senses. “You know, 60 dollars isn’t enough for the amount of coke you’ve being doing tonight, but-” Heavy footsteps echoed through the spacious room, coming from a stomping Topper. “Top! Hey! Top” Effusive shouts left Rafe’s snarky lips, gaining the attention from the grumpy guy.

The shorter Kook was in a bad mood, seemingly aggravated as soon as his eyes found you. An annoyed look was all he showed you before completely focusing on your companion. “What’s up?” His answer was as nonchalant as his attitude. “Sit down, man!” The order was clear, leaving Top no other choice but to take a seat right next to you. “You want a bump?” An unknown blonde girl patted the Kook’s shoulder, hoping her seductive eyes would convince him of snorting a line.

You saw your boyfriend’s friend hesitate in the midst of the pressure coming from all the other participants, and for a second you thought of intervening. That was before he completely leaned over the sofa to consume the biggest line of coke you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Woo!” He stood up in frenzy, causing a deep chuckle from the blond under you. “Hey. Take it easy, man…This is your first rodeo.” Rafe commented to the coughing boy whose movements were nothing but coordinated. “Hell no, it ain’t!” He flexed his toned chest at the adrenaline, sitting right back down and rolling a new dollar bill with his trembling hands.

“Rafe, don’t you think-” Your brows furrowed together at Topper’s abruptness. A few recreational drugs in your lungs wouldn’t make you dumb enough to believe this was entirely right.

“Tch. Just focus on me, nobody else…” The Cameron boy said while gripping your chin with force, pulling your sight away from the chaos.

His slightly red eyes made him seem cuter, as well as his tensed jaw.

Even with his brother’s handsome face above yours, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar girl standing on the corner. Sarah had her arms crossed over her chest, and the look on her face was more shocked than angry.

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immortalmrwavell · 10 hours ago

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More Like A Real Man

(Original story posted September 8th 2022) This story has been significantly Updated!

A rare Gay to Straight themed story from me here so if that’s your thing then I hope you enjoy! 😜

“Finally I’m starting to look less like a nerdy piece of shit and more like a real fuckin man.” Henry smirked as he checked himself out in the selfie camera. At last he was starting to see the results of his labour. His body was finally starting to take shape. All the new muscle he’d been able to pack on made him a far cry from the stick figure of a man he was before. “Next thing will be to get some contacts so I don’t have to wear these dumbass glasses half the fuckin time.” He scoffed.

———

This all started over 6 months ago Henry was practically the picture of a skinny booknerd. With his frail body, glasses that framed his average face and clear lack of fashion sense. He was intelligent for sure, easily making it into one of the most advanced courses at his local college, but that only made him less popular when it came to the jocks. Henry was everything they weren’t. And most of all he was gay which didn’t help his reputation with the jock either.

Despite this, one day Henry found himself sneaking into Coach Kent’s office. The Coach had been in charge of the college’s football team and physical education courses for quite some time now. However, news had recently spread about Coach Kent deciding to leave. Saying something about a “Change of scenery”. And so this day was said to be his last day at the local college. Of course Henry, being the meek gay nerd that was, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see if the coach had left anything behind for him to steal. After all, he'd had a secret crush on the older burly man ever since he started going to this college.

He’d hoped to find maybe an old shirt or pair of shoes. Anything Henry could use to remember the Dilf that was Coach Kent in his own perverted way. What he didn’t expect to find was one of the coach’s jockstraps!?! He couldn’t believe the coach had left it behind but he certainly wasn’t going to complain. The nerd swiped it up without a second thought, giving it a good long sniff before shoving it into his bag.

Henry made another sweep of the office to see if there was anything else worth grabbing. He grabbed an old blue cap that had been left hanging on the door along with a pair of football socks remembered seeing Coach Kent wear a few times before. He was already imagining how hot the cosplay was going to be as he quietly slipped out of the office. Knowing he was gonna nut in that jockstrap as soon as he got home had him struggling to hide his boner.

Once in the comfort and privacy of his bedroom, Henry tossed his bag on the bed and immediately stripped down. He pulled out the worn jockstrap before pressing it to his nose yet again, loving the strong masculine scent left behind by Coach Kent. All the while thinking back on all the fantasies he’d had of worshipping the hot older man.

Eventually however he was able to pull jockstrap away from his face long enough to start putting it on. Sliding up over his lanky legs until the pouch pulled over his moderate cock and balls and the straps came up just below his flat butt. As expected it was far too big for him. So much so that it wouldn’t stay on properly without Henry holding it in place. But it was still super hot nonetheless. Causing his already stiff cock to pulse even harder with excitement as he used his free hand to jerk it.

He was already thinking of grabbing Coach Kent’s socks and cap to wear too… until a strange dizziness washed over him. He could hardly explain it as he started to lose what little strength he had before collapsing on the bed behind him. It was like his consciousness was being squashed down from the inside. That was the only way to explain it. But it wouldn’t matter as he soon faded from consciousness.

———

“Fuck sake! Why did this skinny nerd faggot have to find it first.” Henry shouted in frustration as he looked down and his scrawny body in disgust. Pawing at his non existent biceps and flat chest. Only it wasn’t Henry anymore. “I was sure I told one of the faggy jocks to check my office after I left!” Even his own voice was pissing him off now. Completely lacking any kind of real masculinity or power behind it.

Henry didn’t know it at the time but the jockstrap he’d stolen actually had Coach Kent’s very soul embedded into it. It was part of a sacred ritual that would allow him to take over the body of whomever wore the jockstrap. His plan had been to trick one of the younger closeted gay Jocks into taking it and putting it on but clearly things didn’t go exactly to plan. “I can’t do that fucking ritual for at least another ten years!” The coach vented in frustration.

The body snatcher looked himself up and down in the nearest mirror he could find. “Jesus Christ. I’ve seen chicks that don’t even work out with bigger muscles than this…” When he’d put his soul into that jockstrap he’d hoped to find himself in a new body that was young and strong. One that had potential to become a great athlete some day. Unfortunately Henry met only one part of that criteria. He might’ve been young but his physique was laughable at best. It was practically just skin and bone. And now that’s exactly what Coach Kent was stuck with. “Why did this pathetic little shit have to ruin everything…” He grumbled while gritting his teeth.

It was tough for him to adjust at first. Kent couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this puny but there was nothing he could do about it now. He was stuck in this imp’s body for the foreseeable future as infuriating as it was. However he had no plans looking like a thing for the next ten years so he did the only thing he could do to fix this fuck up. He got Henry’s skinny ass body into the gym.

It was embarrassingly tough at first for the once manly and imposing coach. Only being able to lift some of the smallest weights and having to set the machines he used to a light load. But despite that he pushed this pathetic worm’s body as far as it could go. He combined his efforts with a well thought out meal plan that he stuck to religiously over the next couple of months. It took some time but eventually he began to see some results in muscle gains that made him slightly less disgusted by his own reflection.

Those weren’t the only changes Kent had been making to Henry’s life however. In this time Henry’s friends had noticed a very sudden shift in his behaviour. He used to be a kind and timid guy that loved to talk about nerdy things with them. Yet one day he suddenly began acting crude, boisterous and talking like an absolute gym rat. Just like the dudes that would bully their friend group. In less than a week Kent had already cut ties with them after he started acting like a complete douchebag and calling them all a bunch of homophobic slurs. He didn’t want to be friends with a bunch of geeky homo’s anyway. Henry might’ve been a fag but Kent was as straight as a fuckin arrow!

Speaking of, it didn’t take long for him to have his straight orgasm. On the very first evening of being inside his new body, the coach first opened Henry’s laptop to find tabs upon tabs of gay porn open and in bookmarks. He was disgusted by it and was even more disgusted when his body reacted and got a semi for it. “Fucking faggot body…” He muttered to himself before swiftly deleting all the gay porn tabs with a strong grimace.

“Time to fix this broken dick.” He smirked before clicking on the search bar and pulling up the hottest straight porn he could find. It didn’t take long for Kent to find countless incredible videos of beautiful big breasted bimbo’s shaking their tits and fingering their wet pussies. Their feminine moans were like music to his ears. He glanced down at his cock as he started jerking it. “See? This is what you’re supposed to get excited about.” He said seemingly to no one but his own stolen dick as he returned his attention to the hot chicks on the screen. “Tits and pussy.”

The first few times he jacked off he found it tough to get fully hard due to his current body’s innate gay urges. Thankfully it got easier with each load he busted to the sight of huge tits. Almost like he was shooting out this body’s homosexuality in small doses with each orgasm. This of course only spurred Kent on more. Jerking off Henry’s once gay dick to the thought and sight of women every single night. After that it wasn’t long before the coach had fully conditioned his new cock to get incredibly hard at the sight of women and only women. He was proud to finally have a straight dick again that craved tits and pussy, like he believed all men should have.

But what happened to the real Henry during all this? Well his soul was cursed to be suppressed and trapped inside his own mind. He could see and hear everything but had zero control over what Coach Kent did and said with his body. Kent was in the driver's seat permanently. Henry tried to fight it but there was nothing he could do. Only being able to watch and feel as Kent forced him to workout and be an asshole to his friends. Forced to be a spectator as Kent redecorated his bedroom by ripping down the Star Wars posters in favour of putting up posters of footballers and women in skimpy bikinis. The Coach even went as far as to sell Henry’s comic collection and figures to make money and room for some new weights and home exercise equipment.

“Maybe I can make something outta this shitty body and life after all.” Kent would comment, looking at all the changes he’d made for the better so far. He still had a long way to go if he wanted to transform Henry’s life into the alpha male jock life he’d wanted to relive but it was a good start.

———

Jumping back to the present, Kent had finally gotten his new body into pretty decent shape with some good muscle and size showing. He managed to fill out most of the clothes that’d been baggy on Henry before and some he’d even had to trade for a size larger. His biceps were showing at last and his pecs were starting to come in nicely. Henry's once skinny legs were now looking a fair bit meatier. Not to mention his back and shoulders looking noticeably broader, giving him a far more masculine build. Naturally he still wanted to get much bigger but at least now he felt as though he could look in the mirror and see a real man staring back at him.

In this time he’d even signed up to the college football team at the start of the academic year where he was able to make some new bro friends. Though it a little strange for a couple reasons. One being that most of his new bros were players that he used to Coach before the takeover. The other reason being that most of them also used to bully the old Henry and make fun of him and his former queer friends. That said they gave Kent a hard time at first. Not that Kent minded. If anything he was glad that the young jocks he used to coach weren’t going easy on someone they believed to be a worthless faggot. It showed that he’d done a good job at raising them to be real men as well. And it also meant that he’d have to prove himself to them.

The attitudes of the other jocks began to turn around sooner than he expected. Mostly thanks to seeing the sudden shift in Henry’s attitude to become a jock like them. It wasn’t long before they started to admit how they were actually pretty impressed by the gains he’d made and that he was maybe cooler than they’d originally given him credit for. Especially now that he’d stopped hanging around those losers he was with before. What had earned their respect the most however was how well Kent played on the field with them during practice. By all accounts Henry should’ve been a complete amateur but with Kent in the driver's seat he had decades worth of experience that allowed him to keep pace with the other jocks.

Once again through it all the real Henry was helpless as he watched himself be transformed into even more of a typical straight jock with everyday that passed. Being forced to watch himself become ‘bros’ with the other jocks that he detested. Fist bumping and bro hugging them whenever he saw them whether it be at the gym, football practice or elsewhere on campus. He’d even been forced to use the same kind of dumb brotalk that all the jocks used. And of course joining in alongside them as they hurled homophobic insults towards the types of people he’d have been great friends with before. It was torturous!

The most torturous part for Henry however was the way Kent saw Women. He constantly found himself disgusted at the way Kent used his voice to talk about ‘hot chicks’ to his new bros. Describing how fat their tits and asses were to them and how he’d wanted to bend them over rail their tight pussies. Henry was disgusted at hearing the words leave his mouth. He would never have agreed with objectifying women like this. Yet now he found himself unwillingly staring at the huge racks of any sexy babes around the campus and feeling his bulge growing at the sight.

Tonight however was the night both Coach Kent had been waiting for and Henry had been dreading. Since getting into much better shape, girls around the campus had begun to take interest in the new, confident jock on the football team. Noticing this, Kent thought it was about time to shoot his shot and landed the number of one of the art students Talia. She had a reputation of being one of the “hottest chicks on campus” so when the other Jocks heard they all crowded around ‘Henry’ while jumping and cheering for him. That certainly boosted Kent’s ego for the first time in a while since taking his new body.

After a couple dates, Talia was finally coming over to Henry’s place for the night and wouldn’t you know it before long the two began pulling off each other's clothes. On the inside Henry was cringing, wanting nothing more than for this to stop and take back control of his body and life. Unfortunately on the outside his cock was rock hard as Kent was busily sucking on Talia’s tits while massaging and fingering her pussy like a pro.

“Oh my godddd…” Talia whined lustfully. “Where’d you learn how to touch a girl like that?” She asked between bated breaths. Going on to imply that no other guy she’d been with had been nearly this good at pleasuring her.

“Dunno.” Kent shrugged with a sly smirk. “Just instinct I guess.” He answered playfully before burying his face between her tits again, of course not revealing that in reality he had many decades worth of experience.

Henry’s protest became more and more frantic as things started to heat up. He was begging for it to stop when Talia wrapped her lips around his cock and began to stop but the only things that left his mouth were the soft grunts that the Coach let out. But when the busty college girl laid herself out on the bed, legs spread eagerly, Henry was reduced to screaming ‘NO! NO! NO!’ Over and over again. But his protests fell on deaf ears as they always did. Completely powerless to stop Kent as he their cock up with Talia’s slick entrance. And for the first time in his life, Henry felt himself plunge his cock deep inside a wet welcoming pussy.

“Fuuuuuuckkkk yeahhhhhhhh…” Kent growled at the familiar feeling. Also enjoying the subtle differences in how it felt fucking with a different cock to his previous one.

Henry tried his best to fight against it. To rebel and protest but nothing worked. He couldn’t even stop himself from moaning internally at the feeling of being inside a pussy. After all he could still feel all the same pleasure as Coach Kent pumped in and out rhythmically while groaning out in Henry’s noticeably deeper voice. The thrusts grew faster and more aggressive as the two changed positions a couple times. It wasn’t until Kent had already fucked Talia so good that she’d orgasms all over his dick that he could feel a load welling up in his balls. Something Henry was terrified about. Yet, a few more powerful thrusts and a long groan later, Henry found himself being forced to do something he never thought he would. Pumping a tight pussy nice full with his thick potent load.

In that moment something changed. The Coach was still in complete control but suddenly the real Henry found his mind linking up to Kent’s. Like the act of breeding a woman had left them both in such bliss, whether the real Henry had wanted it or not, that it allowed them to become truly intertwined. After that Henry found himself in a daze internally as Kent’s very soul weaved itself around Henry’s, corrupting him slowly but surely.

‘Maybe I like pussy after all…’ Henry would soon start to think, oblivious to what was happening to him. ‘Maybe being a football jock isn’t so bad…’ Tye corruption would spread as his old sense of sense began to dwindle. Little did he know that soon his individuality would be wiped without a trace. His consciousness would become like a mirror to Coach Kent’s until Henry was more than happy to go along with anything Kent had them do. Whether that be sports, joining the fraternity and fucking busty bimbo’s left and right.

And after that Henry would be consumed entirely, leaving only Kent and his new body…

#male body theft #identity theft #male possession #male takeover #nerd to jock #gay to straight #breeder tf #mental change #forced possession #unintentional #plan gone wrong #mental corruption #middle aged to young adult #possession by clothing #coach #magic

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jsooly · 1 day ago

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death in the family (2) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, dad and mom to the rescue. scared for the kids’ safety, they agree to leave… without you?

p.s. i've seen your requests so far and i love every single one! i'm super excited to write them <3

(1) / (2) / (3) / (4*) / (5) / (6*- ur here! ☆)

+ chapters with an * beside it means that it’s following atwow plot line as opposed to disconnected scenarios

neytiri had a strong sense of premonition, one that could only develop when dealing with such troublesome children. she knew from the moment jake grounded lo'ak, he would try and do something to regain the freedom he lost.

her youngest son always manages to surprise her with his roguish innocence. not only did he go to a forbidden place, he didn't pull back the moment he laid eyes on the recoms and put his sisters in danger alongside him.

did he think all the rules she and jake gave them were arbitrarily made up?

"neteyam, update your sister on our situation." jake called over the wind. "we might be out late."

behind him, neteyam nodded and pressed his comms.

"lightning bug, this is pathfinder, come in." neteyam was always the best at keeping up code names. lo'ak often slipped in a 'dad,' 'mom," or 'bro' here and there, but as with all things, neteyam takes his father's instructions to the last letter. "hello?"

neytiri cast a confused glance to her husband. it was unlike you to not respond.

"come in, bug, this is devil dog. answer us." jake spoke into his comms urgently.

"did anyone see her before we left?" neytiri asked, pulling her ikran back to match pace with the two boys.

"no, mother."

jake shook his head, running through his memory for a glimpse of you at high camp. he grunted when he came up empty. "m'sure she's just sleeping or something. we got a bigger problem right now."

“i know a quick way!” neteyam yelled over the wind, guiding his ikran to a shortcut.

jake and neytiri dove behind him, hoping it wasn't too late for their children.

. . .

you awoke with a groan, brows creasing as the blur in your vision mellowed out.

"y/n!" tuk squealed softly, thrashing in her captor's grip. “you’re bleeding!”

huh?

your eyes scan the circle you've found yourself in. the recoms got the children on the ground, bound by their queue or neck. faintly, you could hear spider's voice chatting with the commander.

and yes, you were in fact bleeding.

the bullet that grazed the length of your arm left a nasty laceration from your elbow to your shoulder. it burned like hot oil was carefully poured in a line on your skin, and ached like a ten day workout.

you began to sit up when a foot smashed into your chest. the wind was stolen from your lungs and you dropped back to the ground with a choked gasp.

you shot lo’ak a warning look right as he jerked against his captor’s grip. with an unhappy growl, he settled down.

“keep her on the ground.” quaritch snapped.

quaritch. that’s who this guy was—this avatar, rather.

“i hope you realize you almost killed three of my men,” the commander squatted on his hind legs but still managed to tower over you. “thankfully they were saved by that shit aim of yours.”

the three injured were off to the side, grunting in pain as they pulled your deep rooted arrowhead from their flesh. you remembered when you weaved blue and yellow, inspired by neytiri’s signature green and yellow, in the fletching of every single arrow sunken into them. removing them was a slow and painful process, the blade cutting just as much coming out as it did going in.

in a surprising revelation, you found yourself… thoroughly enjoying their struggle.

shit aim or not, they’ll remember the pain when they saw those blue and yellow tufts again.

you scowled, pushing the soldier’s boot off your chest roughly. they must have understood you weren’t much of a threat in your throttled state, because they didn’t move to restrain you further.

lo’ak hissed in na’vi. “(why didn’t you bring the gun?)”

you scoffed at his impertinence. “(i thought the worst you’d come across was a viper wolf, not dad’s greatest enemy. why didn’t you run away when i told you to?)”

a recom nudged your head with the barrel of their rifle. “hey. shut up.”

“(yeah, yeah, i know i was stupid.)” lo’ak cut you off, saving himself from further verbal assault.

“(that's right, and your stupid ass shouldn’t have come back.)” you clicked your tongue.

lo’ak’s face was painted with something between guilt and stubbornness. “(i was trying to help you!)”

“(you had the others to think of!)”

“but—”

"what would it take for you to shut up?!" quaritch whirled, irked from being puled out of his conversation (though it looked more like an argument) with spider. “it’s like a zoo in here, all the yipping and yapping.”

he stalked over to you, eyeing you curiously as he rested his hands on his belt. "matter of fact, why do i even need you?"

the recom behind you pressed the barrel of their gun firmly against your scalp. the distressed whines of tuk wasn't unheard by you, nor was kiri's uncertain promises that everything will be okay.

“hold off, lyle.” quaritch squinted at your face, scanning your features with a laser-like precision.

“don’t tell me… you’re that little brat that was always at his feet, weren’t you? well, wheels is more accurate.” he laughed heartily, looking at his company in condescending awe. “man, that jake sully just keeps getting better and better.”

. . .

night fell and your situation didn’t improve at all. but it didn’t worsen, either.

in the night, pandora grew even more dangerous and the way the recoms were patrolling the area meant they weren’t taking any chances underestimating her.

but then a call rang through. every kid turned their heads towards it. she was easily mistaken for the night noises of pandora’s wildlife, but to her children, neytiri’s voice was instantly recognizable.

you heard a thudding off to the side but saw nothing. before you could even turn your head back around, an arrow flew past your head and into the skull of the man holding kiri.

green and yellow fletching. it was over for them.

the next moments happened in a blur—

quartich pushed spider out the way, letting bullets fly towards the treetops.

lo’ak ripped the pin from a grenade, the burst of gas disabling some soldiers. he sunk his teeth into the recom behind him, tuk following his lead and doing the same.

once he took care of that, lo’ak launched himself onto the man holding you hostage, jumping onto his back and using the momentum to throw him off balance and face-first into the dirt.

“come on,” he grunted, pulling you up and onto his back. you grit your teeth when he squeezed your injured arm, and he murmured apologies when he heard your pained heavy breathing. “tuk, come on!”

he grabbed his baby sister’s hand. running off into the tall bushes and leaves, you caught the glint of neytiri’s arrowhead as she loaded another projectile into her bow.

you didn’t know where kiri or spider were at the moment. still, your brain finally allowed you to pass out from shock and blood loss knowing your parents were there to get everyone to safety.

. . .

“…hunting us. he’s targeting our family.”

“you cannot ask this! the children. everything they’ve ever known—this is our home!”

the words came in one ear, out the other. your head pounded, the thumping echoing in your chest, your ears... the whole world spun around you in a dizzying whirl.

“he had our children. he had ‘em under his knife!” jake's voice sliced through the fog in your mind. you felt him shift beside you, his calloused hand lifting your arm as he rewrapped your gauze.

rewrapped? how long were you out?

“look at this,” jake said, shaking your arm gently, his anger seeping through the tenderness. “he didn’t even hesitate!”

neytiri's voice cut in, louder now as she approached her husband. “my father gave me this bow—” she choked on the words, “as he lay dying. and he said protect the people—”

“honey—”

“you’re toruk makto!” neytiri's hoarse cry electrified the air, pained and anguished. “majake, we must fight.”

“this will protect the people!” jake pushed himself up, his frustration erupting, the words tumbling out in an rush of heat. “they’ve got spider. that kid knows everything. if the people harbour us, they will die.”

in a rush of clarity, your eyes cracked open. still drowsy, the words took a while to finally register in your brain. if they harbor us? where are we going?

“oh, y/n,” neytiri gasped with relief, kneeling beside you and running her slender hand over your head. “you are awake. thank you, eywa.” she whispered.

“are we leaving..? home?” your voice was barely a whisper.

neytiri’s shoulders dropped, her eyes unfocused. jake sat beside her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders in a silent promise of comfort.

“look, i got nothing.” he whispered gruffly, low and worn, more to her than you. he met her gaze, a silent plea for understanding. “i got no plan. but i can protect this family. that, i can do.”

neytiri blinked tears from her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. jake pulled her in, his grip tightening.

“dad.” you cut through the tension, your voice unsteady as you sat up. with a bewildered look on your face, you recaptured his attention. “are we leaving?”

jake gave neytiri a look drenched with grief. he scooted closer to you, his palm resting on your cheek. his thumb brushed your skin, as if to soothe your doubt.

then, in a picture of irony, a father reassuring his daughter delivered a killing blow—

“we’re leaving, baby. you’re… going to stay.”

—

“what?” the word tore itself from your throat, disbelieving.

the roof of the marui thundered under the feet of your siblings. done with eavesdropping, their protests rang through the air.

"you're leaving me behind?" you shot up, your feelings about the breach of faith plastered all over your face.

"jake?" neytiri's voice was sharp, a note of surprise in her words as she glanced at him, eyes narrowing.

"it's bad enough that we're not prepared for other environments." jake reasoned. "bringing a human there would make chances for uturu even slimmer."

"'a human?'" you recoiled, the sting of his words cutting deeper than expected. you, his daughter, reduced to just a human?

jake sighed, gazing at you helplessly. "you know i didn't mean it like that, baby."

“you wanna 'protect the family' and you’re abandoning me?” you said bitterly, the disbelief palpable in your voice. “suddenly i’m not a part of it anymore?”

jake’s eyes narrowed, irked by your insinuation. “of course you are part of the family.”

you rolled your eyes. didn’t feel like it.

“why were you even out there in the first place?” jake shifted closer, his eyes sharp as a blade as they bore into you.

“looking for another reason to ground me?” you shot back, voice wavered as the hurt in your chest spread.

“watch it, kid.” jake snapped, tilting his head dangerously. the command in his tone made you want to shrink, but you fought it down.

you massaged your temples, pain flaring up your arm as you were reminded of your body's current limits. jake reached out to you with concern, but you stepped back slightly, avoiding his touch. you couldn't face how pitiful he must look, not when the anger and hurt were still too fresh.

"dad, you're not serious." lo'ak came storming in. "you can't—"

"not now, boy." jake's words were clipped, unable to look his family's in their eyes.

"but sir—"

"lo'ak." neytiri cut in firmly. do not push any further.

"y/n, you will stay with norm and max. that's final." jake said, his tone resolute but tired.

you meet jake's eyes and for a moment you wonder if this was all a bad dream and you’re still passed out on the floor from the gash in your arm. you wonder, did he make the decision lightly, or did he truly have no other options? you wonder if he thought you were old enough to be on your own.

did he realize you had no purpose outside of this family he welcomed you into? if you couldn’t follow them, where else did you have to go?

“dad, i…” you faltered, unsure of what you were trying to say. out of the corner of your eye, you saw neytiri clutching her head in frustration, her gaze fixed on you with silent pain.

“i can adapt. i promise. if that’s what you’re worried about…” you continued, the words spilling out before you knew what you were saying. you weren't above begging, not if it meant staying with the only home and family you've ever known.

jake clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly, anxiety and desperation flooding his every movement. “not like this, y/n. the ocean na’vi, they… they are more wary of sky people. even more than our own clan.”

your eyebrows furrowed. “i’ll keep to myself.” you whispered, hope trying its hardest to cling to your promises.

he sighed, turning away. a weight seemed to settle on you both. “no, y/n.”

“yes, i’ll keep to myself. like i always have!" you voice was rising, and your voice croaked as you pleaded with your father. "i won’t get in anyone's way. i won’t talk to anyone. i'll pull my weight too, i’ll cook and—”

"no." jake's voice cracked, anger bubbling over. “i said no! you will stay with norm and max.”

“i don’t want to stay with them.” you were reduced to childish retorts. the only thing you wanted to communicate was how much you needed them and it was flying over his head.

jake grabbed your wrist, lifting your arm slightly. he immediately dropped it when he saw your face contort in pain. “that. that is the best outcome for a run in with this guy. i’m not risking any of you getting hurt, or worse!”

“and your solution is to leave me alone with him around?” you were jake's prideful daughter, something that was only ever a problem when you got into fights. neither of you were willing to back down. so you returned his screaming match with one of your own. “no one else here would care if i was captured, and you know it.”

jake frowned. “that’s not true.”

"yes, it is. and you'd leave me here anyway!" your body couldn't decide which to choose: fight or flight? teetering between anger and distress, your hands trembled. “i don’t have a clan or an avatar to fall back on!”

“it’s final. i’ve decided.” jake's expression was unreadable, his resolve set. he cast a sideways glance at neytiri, who looked onward with silent disagreement. he ignored the churning feeling in his chest.

you laughed humourlessly. “i don’t—what’s so different about adapting to the water than the forest? it’s a learning curve i’m familiar with, i can—”

“you think it was easy bringing you in?” jake's voice dropped to a growl, and he caught your gaze with a searing glare. “you think it was easy raising you, here? i’m not doing that again.”

silence fell over the marui, the weight of his words pressing down on everyone. tuk held onto kiri’s hand, both girls’ gazes stuck to the ground. it was a miracle lo’ak hadn’t shoved himself into the argument. instead he was channeling that energy into pacing back and forth. neteyam was the only one strong enough to hold his head high, but a big sister’s eye could catch the way he blinked too fast and his drooping posture.

anyone would see jake was protecting his family, but all you could see was your father abandoning you. was... raising you so much of a burden as he made it out to be?

“jake.” neytiri’s call was soft, a tinge of disappointment filtering through. she rest her hands on your shoulders, as if trying to ease you into something you couldn't understand.

you shrugged her off. a burning ball of emotion was stuck in your throat, and with every shaky breath, the dam was threatening to break.

“it’s… he made himself clear. i’m going.” you muttered, gulping the heartache back down to burn up in your stomach.

jake tensed up when you finally complied. he reached out to you instinctively, but his hand paused midair. “baby, wait. please. you don’t have to go now.”

“stay, y/n? don’t go.” tuk whispered when she clung to you, her request a tether you couldn't bring yourself to break.

you felt claustrophobic. suffocated. like the universe itself was collapsing inside your chest.

"dinner?” neteyam offered a compromise, his voice tentative. ever the dutiful son.

when you looked at neteyam, all you could picture was that little kid who looked up to you as if you hung the stars in the sky. you remembered—you were still the oldest.

you glanced around the room at your siblings’ quiet dejection. in the moment, you didn't want them to go but you didn't want to stay either—in any case, you didn’t want to leave on this note.

“dinner.” you agreed, your response barely audible, snatching your effects from where they lay on the ground and storming out.

jake, stretched between guilt and uncertainty, began to start off in your direction. neytiri pulled him back, her grip tight on her husband's wrist.

“give her time.” she said simply, the three words heavy with unspoken sentiments. she barely met her husband’s eyes before stalking off.

the silence persisted long after you left.

. . .

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 3 days ago

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I have a proposition… WHAT IF… you write a fic about current Slash going to pound town on reader after a long day. AND I WANT IT HOT. CHOKING. SPANKING. ROUGH TOUGH SHIT. If you could for a cookie, please? 🍪😋 THANK YOU YOUR WRITING IS A GODSEND

A/n: I might want to suck his titties

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, spanking, choking, squirting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

The door slammed shut as Slash came in. He called you earlier, saying he'd had a bad day and just wanted to crawl into bed.

There was no food ready in the kitchen, at first he figured you'd just ordered in and went to wait in the bedroom. However, as he made his way through the house, through the halls, he found pieces of clothes littered around.

Slash exhaled deeply as he picked up your panties from the hardwood floor, just in front of the bedroom door. "If I come in there and you're naked, I swear to god." He grumbled.

"I, uh, wouldn't suggest coming in then." You replied, tugging the blanket up to cover yourself.

Slash sighed and pushed open the door, letting his head hang for a moment before he looked up to see you in bed, naked and using the blanket to cover yourself.

He stared, saying nothing for a long time. "No food?" He asked.

"I can order something." You offered.

"With my money?" He asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

You chewed your cheek. "I just figured you might want some stress relief..." Slash looked you over, another heavy breath leaving him.

"Well," he started, "if you're already here." Your expression lightened as he came closer.

He pulled the blanket down and brought his hand to your cheek, leaning down to kiss you. He was already relaxing from just the simple touch of your lips on his.

He started undoing his jeans, not taking his lips off yours as he kicked them off, half-hard cock hanging out. He got on the bed with you, pulling you down onto your back so he was on his knees between your legs.

"Mmh, you're too good for me." He mumbled, pecking your lips a last time before pulling away and taking his shirt off, tossing it to the ground with his jeans.

You looked over him with a glint in your eyes, admiring his dad bod; the added tissue masking the muscle underneath, arms that could put you in a chokehold. You couldn't get enough of him.

Slash's hand was around the base of his cock, giving it a few good strokes before pushing the tip through your folds. "So fucking wet." He groaned, watching your body move around his. "You were touching yourself, weren't you?" He asked accusatorily.

"I wanted to be ready." You said, wiggling your hips for him. A low growl left him and he gave your ass a quick smack.

"Wanted to pretend you could cum without me?" He asked, open hand coming down on your again. "Sit pretty for me, and don't make a fucking sound." You nodded, gripping the pillow under your head in your hands as he pushed into you.

You did as he asked, doing your best to keep quiet by biting your lip.

Slash started a harsh pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. He pushed your knees to your chest, his hands holding your thighs tightly as he pounded into you.

Your gut tightened, getting closer to the edge. It got harder to keep quiet with Slash hitting that same spot over and over that had you seeing stars, he knew where to hit and he was hitting it on purpose just to make you whine so he'd have an excuse to shut you up.

His one hand left your thigh and wrapped around your neck, squeezing just enough to quiet any sounds that attempted to leave. You could still breathe but it was harder, it made everything feel so much more.

The lack of oxygen going to your head made your vision blurry, made his cock getting sucked back into you the only thing you could focus on.

Slash's hair fell around his face, it bothered him so he kept pushing it back. You stared up into his dark brown eyes, your own eyes fluttering as you felt the veins along the bottom of his cock dragging against your walls.

Slash's hips moved faster, no longer pulling all the way out as he chased his rapidly approaching high, low groans leaving him. Your eyes rolled back, a familiar feeling washing over you as you came, squirting all over Slash and soaking the sheets. Slash followed shortly behind, cum painting your insides and filling you up.

He rolled off of you, letting go of you until he curled up against his side and he wrapped his arms around you. He kissed the top of your head. "You really had to come like that?" He asked, voice raspy as he struggled to stay awake. "Now I gotta clean the sheets.

You shook your head and climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. "I can just sleep like this, I'll clean them tomorrow." You mumbled, placing a few kisses on his collarbone.

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 days ago

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Unbirthday

A/N: Although I am now two entire weeks late (I am the actual worst) this was written as a birthday gift for @something-tofightfor, because she is the fucking best and I love her guts. Rachael, I hope you enjoy this silly little story. Since Frankie Morales is apparently a "fictional character" and isn't "real" I couldn't wrap him up and send him to you, so this was the best I could do. Sorry it became an unbirthday gift - but it sort of works with the story that way. Anywho, here's hoping that this trip around the sun is a GOOD one!

And if it's your unbirthday today, happy unbirthday to you, too!

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: alcohol, and Frankie's shoulders and back making a shirt work very hard.

Summary: Spending your birthday in a brand new city goes from zero to sixty thanks to a co-worker who is determined to become a friend... and thanks to the breathtakingly handsome guy she introduces you to.

You had only been at your new job for a few weeks when your birthday rolled around, so when you walked into your office and flicked the lights on that morning, you were shocked to find a balloon tied to your chair and a white bakery box holding an assortment of cupcakes atop your desk.

What? Who did th-

“Surprise!”

You spun around to see a handful of your co-workers gathered in the doorway behind you, bright smiles on their faces as they wished you a happy birthday.

“Oh, shit!” You let out a laugh as your hand came up to cover your mouth, prompting more laughs from the others.

This is so nice, I wasn’t... Despite the fact that on your very first day at the firm, the office had been celebrating someone else’s birthday, you hadn’t expected anything for yours. Because I’m still brand new here, they hardly know me. You got along well almost immediately with the people you worked with, which was fantastic. Still, the fact that they embraced you quickly enough that they would want to do something for your birthday came as a genuine surprise that gave you a small rush of warmth.

Not that you needed it. January in Tampa was certainly not January in the midwest. You hadn’t felt a chill since you took the transfer, a fact that you made sure to text your shivering friends back home every few days. But even though it was a balmy 68°F and you were wearing short sleeves under your light sweater, the added warmth of your colleagues’ kindness was more than welcome.

Dropping your hand, you beamed at the group which had grown by two more associates from the interior architecture department down the hall, Mel and Casey. “Thank you all so much! You guys really didn’t have to do anything at all. I-”

“Oh, stuff it, of course we did!” Gloria, whose office shared a glass partition with yours and with whom you traded exaggerated expressions while on client calls, stepped forward and threw her arms around you. “You’re the best transfer this office has ever had, we lucked out when we got you! Of course we’re going to celebrate your birthday.”

You chuckled, giving her a quick, loose hug in return. “Gloria, did you do this? Also, weren’t you a transfer from the New York office?”

“I was. Like I said,” she released you and stepped back, grinning. “You’re the best transfer we’ve had. Happy birthday, Ohio.”

The rest of the group called out individual well-wishes before filing back to their own offices and cubicles, leaving just you and Gloria.

“Thank you,” you said again, reaching out to quickly squeeze her arm. “It really means a lot to me.” You sighed, finally putting down your bag and shrugging off your sweater. “I’ve been loving living down here, but the past few days, I don’t know, I guess I’ve been a little homesick. I don’t usually do a ton for my birthday, but this is the first one where I won’t see any of my family or my friends from back home so…” You gestured to the bakery box sitting next to your keyboard. “This was just really nice of you.”

“You’re welcome.” She scrunched her nose. “Thanks for being ten thousand times better to work with than that dipshit you replaced, Kevin.”

You snorted. Though you’d never had the displeasure of meeting the notorious Kevin, you’d heard enough about him to know that his presence in the office was definitely not missed. “No problem, though from what I understand it’s a very low bar.”

“Which you leap over with the ease and grace of a…” She circled her hand through the air. “A… Oh, I don’t know, whatever the hell leaps gracefully. I’m a landscape architect, not a poet.”

That made you laugh again. “Speaking of which,” you pointed at your computer screen. “Are you ready for that conference call with the city planner? J.R. approved our designs, so-”

“Yeah, yeah,” she cut you off, nodding. “All set. Designs for the new park. Not looking forward to dealing with Sweetheart McGee, but-” You rolled your eyes as she used the nickname you’d given to one of the men you’d been working with from the city planner’s office who called the to of you “sweetheart” every time you’d spoken to him. “But it should be a smooth call. More importantly, though-”

You had a sneaking suspicion that whatever was coming next wasn’t, in fact, more important than the biggest project that the landscape department had in house at the moment. Gloria had a tendency to use the phrase “More importantly, though…” to segue into a conversation about whether or not you wanted to get coffee delivered or which shoes you thought she should wear to her cousin’s wedding or if you thought Greg from IT was cute or not because she could totally set you up with him if you did.

And you were proven right as she finished her sentence.

“Do you have plans tonight?”

Shrugging, you shook your head. “Nah. I’ll probably just order in and finally finish unpacking the last of my stuff from the move. There’s a sushi place around the corner from me that I’ve been meaning to try, so… Why are you looking at me like that?”

The way she was looking at you was a mix of the way you might look at the last puppy in the window at the pet store, combined with the confusion one might display while trying to solve an extremely advanced math equation.

“Because you cannot just go home and eat sushi by yourself on your birthday.” She held up her hand then, face returning to a neutral expression. “Unless that’s actually what you want to do. And if it is, I won’t judge.” But? “Buuuuut.” She pressed her lips together. “If you want to get out and do something fun?

You cocked your head to the side. Maybe. There was no harm in seeing what she had in mind. If it wasn’t your speed you still had your backup plan. And I should really get that shit unpacked, but… It doesn’t have to be tonight. “What are you suggesting?”

Gloria’s eyes lit up as you asked, her smile widening. “Well, Benny’s… You met my boyfriend, Benny, last week when he picked me up, remember?” You did, so you nodded. “It’s actually one of his and his brother’s friends’ birthday today, too, or, it was yesterday, but they’re going out tonight because one of them was working last night I think? I don’t know. My point is, it’s just going to be a casual thing down at Duffy’s, and if you want to join, you absolutely should.”

You were about to decline when you asked yourself why you shouldn’t go.

First of all, you seemed to be on the fast track for an out of office friendship with Gloria. The two of you clicked right away, and though you’d only spent time with her out of work once, you could easily see it happening more and more. And I want that. You had solid friendships back home and scattered far and wide, and those people meant the world to you. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to form a few friendships in your new home, too.

There was also the fact that the bar she’d mentioned, Duffy’s, was only a few miles from your place. It was actually where you and your sister went for drinks after she helped you move the last of your things into your condo. She’d driven down with you to keep you company on the trip, then taken a flight back home. But before she did, the two of you spent a day exploring your new neighborhood and ended up at Duffy’s. Though you were excited about your new job and the new start in a new place, you were still a little unsure if you’d made the right decision. But when you walked into the well-loved and weathered beach bar that night, something told you that everything was going to work out just as it should.

And if for some reason that harmonious feeling you got upon entering Duffy’s was a one time thing, you could leave and be home in under eight minutes. And tomorrow’s Saturday, so… Fuck it.

“You know what?” You nodded, a grin curving up your cheek. “That sounds great, Gloria.”

She let out a small gasp and clapped her palms together once. “You’ll come?”

“Yeah.” You nodded again, your grin growing into a full blown smile. “What time?”

“Ah! I’m so happy!” She genuinely was, and it made you feel good to know that she was looking forward to getting to know you outside of work. “I think Benny said nine, but I’ll ask him to be sure and then get back to you.” She clapped her hands together again and sucked in a breath as though something just occurred to her. “Oh! And you’ll get to meet Yovanna! I told you about her I think? Anyway, she’s dating Santi, one of the guys in the group. She’s great, you’ll like her.” Gloria chuckled. “And she’ll like you, too.”

“I hope so!” And if not or if it’s awkward because they’re friends and I’m new… I can just go.

“No, she will, trust me.” Gloria furrowed her brow and nodded. “You two are actually pretty similar.” She smirked. “You don’t take shit and neither does she.” The slightest hint of mischief sparkled in her eyes as another thing dawned on her. “Wait, two of the guys are very single right now and one of them-” You were trying to stop her right there because you weren’t looking for a setup, but she didn’t let you, simply speaking just a touch louder so all you could do was laugh. “One of them is Benny’s brother, and the other is-”

You finally got her to stop by waving your arms and forming them into an X shape, still laughing. “Gloria. Stop. I’ll come out because it sounds fun. But I’m not looking for a matchmaker.”

She held up her hands in surrender, a sheepish smile in place. “Fine. I’m just trying to give you all the information ahead of time.” She winked. “Just in case.”

“Okay.” You winked back, giving her a thumbs up. “Consider me briefed.”

Before Gloria could say anything else, Mel’s voice came through the speaker on your desk phone, saying your name. You pressed the button that let you respond. “What’s up, Mel?”

“Brandon Grant from the city planner’s office is on line one for the conference call with you and Gloria.” From across the room you heard Gloria groan, then looked up to watch her mouth “Sweetheart McGee already?” with a sickly frown on her face, and you had to close your eyes and cover your mouth so you wouldn’t snort into the speaker. “Can I put him through?”

You cleared your throat and shot Gloria a look. “Can you just give me one minute before you put him on? Tell him I’m on the other line, just so I can log in and get the project files open and get situated.”

“No problem,” Mel answered. “He’s early, anyway. Just buzz me back when you’re ready.”

Thanking Mel, you clicked the button to end the call and then let your hands fall against your lap as you faced Gloria. “Alright, you ready to get this over with?”

“We are really going to deserve those drinks after dealing with this guy.” She sighed, then headed for the door, only to appear a second later on the other side of the glass wall. She sat at her desk and started up her computer, then looked over at you and nodded once.

You buzzed Mel back and then you were on the line with Brandon Grant, the man stepping right into his nickname upon greeting.

“Good morning, sweetheart, how you doing today?”

You cringed, forcing a smile into your voice as you answered. “Oh, you know! Another day in paradise! Are you ready to go over the landscape designs for the new park?”

For the next hour you and Gloria took Brandon through the possible layouts, explaining why certain plants and elements were chosen, and answering all of his questions while simultaneously keeping a count of how many times he referred to either of you as “sweetheart”. By the time you hung up, the count had reached twelve and he’d thrown in a “hun” as a bonus.

We definitely deserve those drinks tonight.

But even though he was a pain in the ass to deal with, Sweetheart McGee has chosen one of the three designs you’d proposed, and as long as it was approved by the city council, it would be your first project to move into construction since switching locations. Which is pretty cool.

You sighed, leaning back in your desk chair as you peeled the paper off of one of the cupcakes from the box your co-workers had left you, reading over your calendar to see what was next on your schedule. Taking a bite, you hummed in satisfaction. Damn, that’s good.

It was only ten in the morning, but it was already proving to be a better birthday than you hoped for. As much as you tried to focus on work for the rest of the day, you couldn’t help but feel excitement about the prospect of going out later that night.

Because… It means I could really have a life here. Not just a job. Friends and good times and… You really didn’t want Gloria to try to set you up with anyone. But if it happened naturally?

Well, if that were the case, you’d be open to anything.

Sometime after your lunch break, Gloria heard back from Benny and confirmed the time with you, the woman insisting that you let them pick you up despite your protests about how close the bar was to your place.

“You really don’t have to do that,” You tried one last time. “I don’t mind driving myself, and I don’t want to intrude on your date night or anything.”

Gloria waved you off and clicked her tongue. “It’s not date night, it’s birthday drinks with friends. I promise you Benny doesn’t mind, and I definitely don’t.”

Oh, what the hell? It was clear that Gloria was trying to make sure that you felt included, even though you wouldn’t know anyone there aside from her and her boyfriend, whom you’d only exchanged a few words with. You appreciated how welcoming and inviting she was, and knew that she meant well, having been new to the area herself only a year earlier. I can still call an Uber if I have to leave early, and that way I don’t have to worry about having more than two drinks.

“Okay,” you said, finally giving in with a sigh full of faux exasperation that turned into a laugh. “You win!” You told her that you would text her your address, and then Mel was calling you through the intercom, letting you know that another of your clients was waiting on line one.

“And I have Annie Fulton from Florida Polytechnic on line two for Gloria,” Mel added. “So if you could tell her to leave you alone and get back to her own desk that would be swell.”

Snorting out a laugh, you looked over at the co-worker who was quickly becoming a friend, only to find that she was laughing, too. “Well,” you said, “You heard Mel. Get out of here.”

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” She backed out the door, calling out one last thing before she was visible on the other side of the glass wall again. “Can’t wait for later!”

As you prepped the files for your next call, you realized that you couldn’t wait for later, either.

– – –

Pope and Yovanna were just getting out of their car when Frankie turned into the lot at Duffy’s, his truck’s headlights sweeping across the other parked cars to reveal that both Millers, as well as a few guys he worked with down at the airfield, were already inside.

Gang’s all here, I guess.

He pulled into the spot next to Pope, the other man waving at him through the windshield, his free arm wrapped around Yovanna’s waist. She waved, too, giving him a smile that brightened her whole face. Turning off the ignition, he waved in return, then glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, removing his hat and smoothing his hair down before yanking it back down over his curls.

Good enough. Not trying to impress anyone anyway.

As soon as he opened his door, he was greeted by Pope’s voice. “Ahí está el viejo!”

Before Frankie could respond, Yovanna smacked Santi on the arm. “And who are you calling old, hmm? Estás pisándole sus talones.” Frankie laughed at that, reaching past Pope to give Yovanna a hug first. “Happy Birthday, Francisco,” she said, kissing him on the cheek and giving him a squeeze.

“Thank you,” he replied, grinning at her as they separated. He turned to face his friend then, giving him a nod. “And she’s right, pendejo. You’re catching up. If I’m old, what does that make you?”

“Still younger than you,” Pope responded with a chuckle, slapping Frankie’s back before slinging an arm around him.

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Frankie rolled his eyes. “C’mon, let’s get inside before Benjamin comes looking for us.”

The night out was happening at Benny’s insistence. Up until two days earlier, Frankie had no birthday plans and he had been just fine with that. Forty three wasn’t exactly a major milestone. And with the way things had only just started to really settle following their return from South America - the reinstatement of his pilot’s license, the finalization of his divorce, getting shared custody of his daughter - he hadn’t had time to think about smaller, more trivial things. Least of all, celebrating his own forty third birthday.

But Benny claimed that a new beginning at the end of the shitstorm was the perfect time to celebrate.

Which Frankie thought sounded a little like one of Will’s speeches blended with Benny’s optimism and garnished with a twist of Pope’s persuasiveness, but at the same time, he kind of saw the point that his friend was trying to make.

It’s less about my birthday and more about… He swallowed, flexing his right hand and then loosening it and letting it fall to his side. More about everything that comes after.

The after. That was something that Frankie could readily celebrate. The fact that he, that all four of them, had survived the biggest mistake that any of them had ever made and could still fill their lives with good things, big and small. That was something he could drink to.

Besides, it’s not actually my birthday today. It was yesterday.

That didn’t stop Benny from letting the whole bar think otherwise.

“Hey! Happy Birthday, Fish!” The younger of the Miller brothers exclaimed as Frankie, Pope and Yovanna stepped inside. He raised both arms, a full pitcher in one hand and a stack of empty glasses in the other. Behind him, Frankie saw Will stand from a table where he had been sitting with Gloria before making his way over to say hello as Yovanna made her way over to take Will’s place at the table. But who is that other woman?

You turned then, laughing at something that Gloria had said. And even though he could only see half of your face from the angle of where you were sitting, he felt an instant attraction at the way that laugh brightened your eyes. I don’t know who she is, but I want to.

“There he is,” Will said, clapping him on the shoulder with a grin. “Happy birthday, Morales. What are you now, sixty? Sixty five?”

“Cool it, Ironhead, I’m only three years older than you.” Frankie responded, feigning offense and shrugging Will’s hand away.

“Yeah, yeah,” Will laughed as Benny passed a full beer to Frankie. “We’re all on our way to the old folks home.”

“Speak for yourselves,” the younger man interjected, filling and passing a glass to Pope, too. “Gloria and I are still thriving in our thirties, so-”

“So that means you’re paying for drinks?” Pope chimed in through a smirk as he gripped his glass. “Wow. How generous of you, Benny.”

Benny rolled his eyes. “Ha, ha.” Setting the pitcher down, he raised his own glass and the other three followed suit. “To Frankie. Cheers to being another year wiser than these wiseasses.” He cocked his head in Will and Pope’s direction.

“Now hold on a minute, Ben, I-”

But Frankie didn’t let Pope get the rest of his protest out before clinking his glass to the three that were waiting. “No, I think that was a perfect toast. Thanks, Benny.” He took a swig of his drink, and even though he hadn’t really wanted to come out, he was already glad that he had. Nights out with the guys weren’t rare occasions, not by a long shot. But he was still grateful that he got to have them. And tonight’s just getting started.

Yuri and Ed from the airfield filed over then to wish Frankie a happy birthday, followed by a few other friends and acquaintances that Benny and Will had spread the word to. After about an hour of mingling, he finally made his way over to the table where the rest of the group was sitting, dropping into a seat next to Gloria.

“Happy birthday, Frankie!” She spoke over the music and chatter as she leaned over to give him a loose hug.

“Thank you, Glo.” He smiled at her as he pulled back. “It’s nice to see you, thanks for coming out.”

She waved a hand as she reached for the handle of the pitcher, Benny scooching it towards her without breaking from the conversation he was having with Will and Pope. “Of course! Wouldn’t miss it.” She poured herself a half glass of beer, then wordlessly asked if he wanted a refill, too.

Nodding, he held his glass in place. “Thanks,” he murmured, looking over his shoulder as she topped him off. “Hey who did I see you talking to before?” And where is she now?

A mischievous grin stretched across her lips as she looked up at him and set the pitcher on the table. What is that look for? “A friend from work,” she responded, telling him your name. “A single friend,” she added.

Frankie huffed out a short laugh. “I’m not- I didn’t-”

“I know you didn’t.” Gloria winked at him. “I just want you to have all the information,” she added, knocking the rim of her glass to his.

“Well…” He raised his glass to his lips, smiling behind it. Well… That’s good to know. “Okay.”

“Oh! And it’s her birthday, too, so I invited her out.”

What? And she didn’t have other plans? “Oh. Well, I’m glad you did,” he said, setting his drink on a cardboard coaster and letting his fingers slide down the chilled glass. “The more the merrier.”

He looked up and in the direction of the restrooms just as you and Yovanna came through the hallway that led to them, and when he did, he locked eyes with you. Fuck, she’s beautiful. He felt his smile grow again at the sight of you, especially when he noticed your slight intake of breath as your eyes met his. He watched Yovanna say something into your ear that made you cover your face and laugh, and then she raised her hand to wave at him.

I wonder what she said to her. He raised one eyebrow along with his hand as you dropped yours from your face. The remnants of your laughter were still written all over your cheeks and again he felt an undeniable pull, a desire to get to know you. Because I want to see that smile again. And I want to put it there.

His thoughts were interrupted by Pope tapping the table in front of him. “Hey, ground control to Catfish.” Frankie blinked, turning his attention back to his friends. “You’re not going deaf on us, are you? I asked if you’re in.”

Picking up an unused coaster, he flung it like a frisbee at Pope, who batted it down in one smooth motion. “Just selectively.”

“Ha, ha.” Pope rolled his eyes. “So does that mean you don’t want to go to the Lightning game on Wednesday?”

“The Lightning?” Frankie took a sip of his beer, eyebrows drawn together. “Since when are you a hockey fan? Do you even know anything about hockey?”

“Oh, believe me, he does not.” Yovanna laughed as she dropped into the booth bench next to Pope, her arm going around his shoulders so that her fingers could card through the hair that curled behind his ear. He turned to face her, both of them wearing ear to ear grins. “We watched the game last night and he had no clue what was going on the whole time.”

“I didn’t,” he admitted, garnering snickers and snorts from both Miller brothers. “But I’m learning.” He shrugged. “The tickets are from work. We just signed a contract with Amalie Arena so I’ll get tickets a few times a year. So I figured why not broaden my horizons?”

“It’s not the easiest game to understand right away, but if you give it a few games and actually pay attention, you’ll catch on.” Another voice joined the conversation then, and everyone turned towards where you stood at the edge of the table. “I have a friend who’s a big fan so I’ve watched a few games with her.” Giving a small shake of your head, you laughed. “I still don’t know all the rules. It’s a wild sport, but it’s fun.”

“See?” Pope gestured at you with one hand. “I don’t have to know the rules to have fun.”

“Oh, good.” Frankie placed his palm flat on the table. “So your short attention span should be just fine then.” His friend’s response was to flip him the bird, the rest of the table laughing before falling back into conversation as Frankie stood and faced you. “Hi, sorry I didn’t get to introduce myself yet. I’m Francisco.” He shook his head. “Frankie. Let me grab you a chair.”

– – –

You hadn’t even finished your first drink yet, so you knew the rush of warmth you felt in that moment had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with Frankie’s slightly lopsided smile.

Fuck, he’s handsome. He pulled a chair away from an empty table and plopped it next to his. And chivalrous.

“Thank you.” You sat, returning his smile with one of your own, and telling him your name as Gloria slid your glass across the table from where you were sitting before to your new seat between Frankie and Yovanna. “And happy birthday.” You lifted your drink in his direction before taking a sip. “Thanks for letting me crash your plans.”

“Thank you.” His grin spread wider, lifting his cheeks into his eyes. “Happy birthday to you, too.’ He tipped his drink so that he could clink the rim of his glass to yours. “And you’re welcome. I’m glad Gloria invited you.”

Your eyes darted over just in time to see Gloria shoot you a wink over Frankie’s shoulder. “Yeah,” you said, still smiling, your heart beating just a blip faster. “Me too.”

Over the next hour and a half that became even more true as you fell easily into conversation with the group. Gloria had been right about you and Yovanna clicking, and the guys were just as easy to get along with. Since there were other people there for Frankie’s birthday than just the seven seated at the table, he got up a few times to go spend some time with them, too, but each time he came back he returned his focus to you, either commenting on something that you were telling the others, or asking you questions if you weren’t part of the larger conversation happening.

You told him about your job at the architecture firm, and about the transfer that brought you down to Tampa in the first place. Will and Benny chimed in when you talked about how different winter was where you were from, the Indiana born brothers claiming that they’d love to see Frankie or Santi shovel their way out of a Midwest blizzard.

“Why?” Frankie grimaced. “That just sounds like it hurts.”

You’d laughed at that, nodding. “It does. I love the snow and I don’t really mind shoveling but…” You sighed. “I won’t miss the whole body aches after doing it.”

“Facts,” Gloria agreed, nodding sagely. “Shoveling snow is not fun or easy.”

“You lived in a co-op building in Queens, Glo,” Benny responded, tightening the arm he had around her and giving her a skeptical side eye. “You didn’t have to shovel anything.”

“I did not,” she confirmed. “But I watched the snow removal guys and they definitely did not look like they were enjoying themselves.”

Everyone laughed at that, and then the conversation branched in a different direction. But Frankie didn’t follow it, turning to you and circling back to your recent move. “So aside from the weather, are you liking it down here?”

Smiling, you nodded. “I am. I’m still getting my feet under me. Learning where things are and which take out spots are good and all that.”

Frankie hummed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Try Tino’s on Gateway Boulevard if you like burritos,” he suggested. “And if you like sushi you should try Ginkaku on-”

“-North Evans?” You asked the location at the same time that he said it, your eyes widening. What are the odds? “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to try there.” You chuckled under your breath. “I was actually going to stop there tonight on my way home from work, but then Gloria told me I couldn’t spend my birthday eating sushi alone, so…”

You trailed off as someone near the bar called over to Frankie, telling him that they had to get going. He twisted in his seat to respond, saying that he’d be over in a second, and you found yourself staring at the way the movement made the fabric of his shirt stretch over his broad back. Damn. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Gloria and Yovanna giving each other looks that you were fairly certain had to do with the way you were looking at Frankie, but you didn’t care because when he turned around again, his deep brown eyes locked with yours and nearly knocked you sideways.

“Sorry, I just have to go say goodbye to a buddy of mine from work, and-”

“No, don’t apologize! Of course.” You cocked your head towards the bar. “Go ahead, Frankie, I’ll be here when you get back.”

He took a breath, then swallowed and nodded, eyes still on you as he stood from his seat. “Okay. I’ll be right back.” With that, he turned and headed over to the bar, and you were met with a view of his back again.

Tearing your eyes away in an attempt to be more subtle about your attraction to a man you had met less than two hours ago, you cleared your throat and finished your drink.

Your attempt was for naught, though, because even though Gloria was engaged in an intense conversation with Benny, Will and Santi, Yovanna was looking at you with a smirk. “I told you,” she said, one eyebrow raised as she lifted her drink to her lips. “I saw the way he looked at you before. He’s definitely interested.”

I hope she’s right. Heat flooded your cheeks as the thought crossed your mind, and you knew you likely looked flustered, but you shook your head and let out a scoff. “I- He… Yovanna, I’m sure it’s just-” You shrugged. “A birthday hookup or-”

Her head moved side to side then, her dark curls swinging from her ponytail. “No. That’s not Francisco.” She glanced over at Santi, the man throwing his head back in laughter and clapping Will on the shoulder, a warm smile that softened her sharp eyes on her face when she turned back to you. “The two of them are very much alike. They don’t waste their time on things that they don’t think will be around tomorrow.”

As though on cue, Santiago leaned over to press a kiss to Yovanna’s cheek. “You good?” He murmured the words against her skin before pulling away. She turned to nod, scrunching her nose. “We’ll get going soon, yeah?” She nodded again, the man dropping another kiss to the opposite cheek. “Okay.”

He turned back to the others then, but you noticed that his hand stayed on her thigh as she returned her focus to you, saying your name. “I know that you just met me tonight, too, but you can trust me on this. Besides-” She tapped her phone and you looked down at the time on the screen. “Tonight is not really his birthday, and it’s almost not yours anymore, either. So it can’t just be a birthday hookup.” She widened her eyes and pressed her lips together, reaching for the pitcher in the middle of the table. “I’m going to have one more drink. Do you want one?”

Before you could respond, you felt the weight of Frankie’s grip on the back of your chair as he lowered himself back into his own seat. But it was the trail of his fingertips across your shoulder as he withdrew his hand that made you suck in a breath and wonder if Yovanna was right. Realizing that you hadn’t answered her question, you blinked and nodded. “Um, sure. Just half a glass, though.”

Because if she’s right? I definitely want to stay clear headed for whatever might happen.

You thanked her as she poured for you, and then turned to Frankie, licking your lips as you smiled. “Did you catch your friend before they left?”

“I did.” He said it with a nod, then tilted his head to the side. What? Narrowing his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something, then hesitated, taking a breath instead of speaking. What is he- But then he straightened his head again and you saw - and felt - his eyes flick to your lips and then back up. Oh, shit, he- “So you said that you were originally planning on checking out that sushi place tonight but Gloria said you couldn’t spend your birthday eating sushi alone, right?”

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth and nodded. “Yeah.” And I’m glad I listened to her.

He sighed then and you got the feeling that he was working himself up to say something. “Well,” he let out a sheepish laugh and reached up to grip the back of his neck, thick fingers nudging the edge of his hat. “That place is open ‘til 2 on the weekends. If you’re hungry, we could go grab a bite.” Wait, is he… Is he asking me out? He shrugged, dropping his hand and giving you the same lopsided grin he gave you when he introduced himself to you. “That way you won’t be going by yourself and-”

You poked your tongue into the side of your cheek. “And technically by the time we get there it won’t even be my birthday anymore, so-”

Frankie nodded, grin spreading. “So Gloria won’t have a leg to stand on.”

A thousand tiny butterflies swarmed through your stomach at the thought of spending more time with Frankie one on one. Oh, I am so fucked. Taking a breath, you looked at him and what you saw only confirmed that thought. Frankie was the most attractive man you’d ever been this close to. And he’s asking me out. There was only one answer, as far as you were concerned.

“That sounds great, Frankie.” You held up a finger. “On one condition.” He lifted an eyebrow in question, so you went on. “We take it back to my place to go, because I have a bunch of birthday cupcakes leftover from the office this morning, and-”

He laughed, leaning in to rest his elbow on the table, getting close enough to say something that no one else would hear. “So you’re saying if I play my cards right, I might get to kiss frosting off your lips?”

Oh, holy fucking shit, Frankie.

You gasped then, Frankie pulling back to see the reaction on your face, the expression he was wearing one that you would remember for a long time. Finally, you cleared your throat and answered. “That is exactly what I’m saying, Francisco.”

His eyes flashed when you used his full name, and with his next breath, though he was still looking at you, he addressed the rest of the table. “Hey guys, this has been fun, but I think it’s time to call it a night.”

Within a few minutes the tab had been paid - Will, Benny and Santi insisting on splitting it between themselves - and goodbyes were said. But despite what Frankie had just said, you knew that your night was just getting started.

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mi-olaaa · 3 days ago

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Sleepyhead..

Fem!reader, husband!suguru, pregnant!reader, fluff, plussize and black reader as always pookie! 🤭 enjoy!

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“Will you be there in the morning? To love me, love me, love me?”

It was a calm and bright morning when your fiancé Suguru, woke up with an urge to cater to his sleeping wife (at least that’s what he’s been calling you since he put that huge ass rock on your finger), and while you were enjoying the comfort of your bed, tangled in the sheets with your feet dangling over the edge of the bed, he decided to cook you breakfast.

Carefully rolling out of bed, mindful of your baby bump, you and him both know that when it comes to the lil’ peanut you feel every and anything touching on you, he slips out of bed unnoticed— then proceeds to bust his ass on the pregnancy pillow you probably threw off the bed at some point with how wild you sleep. Mission failed successfully..

“Shit—” Suguru lifted his head from off the floor to look at your face, you were still knocked-out cold, sobbing and shit. He stifled a laugh as he got up, going downstairs and straight to the kitchen before he actually woke you up. Suguru opened the fridge, looking for something to make, his eyes landing on eggs and chicken strips. He found bacon too, but decided on the chicken, knowing how the smell and taste of pork had you feeling sick lately since you’ve reached 26 weeks.

He also grabbed some waffle mix, feeling that you would probably appreciate him using the waffle maker you so desperately needed at Target a couple of weeks ago. Suguru was just grabbing a bowl to mix up the eggs when he heard the telltale sign of you waking up, the bathroom door shutting. He just rolled his eyes, continuing to mix up the eggs and putting them on the skillet. You were such a diva in the morning that he just had to laugh— even before the baby.

You were currently in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face, waddling around the bathroom to grab a towel. Once you were done, you called out to your fiancé, wanting to see his face this morning. “SUGURU!! C’MERE.” You yelled at the top of your lungs, and it must’ve been funny, ‘cause you couldn’t even breathe, wheezing as he came up the stairs like there was fire under his ass, heading to the master bathroom.

“My love—” Suguru took a deep ass breath, “You called? Is there something wrong with the baby? Is there something wrong with you?” You giggled, the poor man was out of breath, wheezing more than you were. “I’m fine, I just wanted to see my man this morning.” His eye twitched, and a very prominent vein appeared on his forehead, you mean to tell him you were screaming like a chicken with its head cut off for nothing?

He regained his composure, rolling his eyes. “You know there are other ways to get my attention, right?” And you nodded and smiled, his heart melting. He couldn’t stay mad at you, i mean look at you, you’re so beautiful, pregnancy had you glowingg! He just had so much love for you and then you had to go and be the mother of his child too? He could die happy.

Or just die. He totally forgot about breakfast, but he sure remembered when he heard the smoke detector go off. Just as quick as he got up there, he ran back downstairs to the kitchen, the damn eggs were burn as shit, literally a hard puck in the middle of the pan. You just were going down the stairs as fast as you could, at a speed of about three miles per hour..

“Sugu— what’s going on?” He whipped his head back so fast in your direction, you swore it cracked. “Nothing angel-! Just go back upstairs.” He tried to get you out the kitchen, but you’d be damned if you get burnt to a crisp in a house fire, stepping closer. “That sure seems like a lot of nothing..” You rolled your eyes, taking a seat at the kitchen island to watch the new reality tv show apparently, watching as Suguru fumbled with the pan in the kitchen sink, running water over it while one hand has the dish towel, fanning at the smoke detector unsuccessfully.

Eventually he got the kitchen under control, opening a window as well. Your fiancé just looked so defeated, leaning against the kitchen counters, hands in his hair, and you couldn’t help but appreciate his effort to cook breakfast, but you both still had to eat.

“DoorDash?”

“DoorDash.”

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Authors note: heyyy! This one is kinda short.. but I hope yall like itttt 😭 I thought it was cute so 🤷🏾‍♀️

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majaloveschris · 3 days ago

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However, I don't know if leaking the contract would be bad for both of them. I think most people would be happier if this turned out to be PR rather than him being married to someone like her. And I mean her and her friends' personalities. You know the racist, pedo, and Nazi stuff. Maybe some people would be angry because he's lied, but I think most of us probably would be relieved he wasn't actually in love with someone like Alba. //

Logic anon coming in, people have to understand the fandom although it feels big is very small especially compared to the rest of the world. The general public doesn’t care about these two and many think she looks like she’s his daughter. Now, If this fandom were like the fandoms with “names” ie the Swifties, Belibers, etc This shitshow would have exploded publicly to the point the truth would have came out and there’d be no debate. The world would be aware of her and her friends and many would probably defend her, it would be team pr vs real on a bigger level. But technically something similar yet small did happen….. remember the “crazy” fan article in the beginning because the fandom was calling out the bs.

This stunt wasn’t for the fans, but I assume they thought this fandom would jump whenever Chris said to….wrong. The fandom went into detective mode so much to the point they kept having to keep up with the lies that so many called out. Remember all the holes in the cheese they tried to fill. If it were real, why the need to do that.

But yeah the point for whatever reason was to make this appear legit to the world, not this fandom. The fandom got involved because of how stupid things got. Had Chris and team learned that he had a MO that ONLY his fandom was aware of and had her and her little racist friends not trolled, things might be different.

Too much has happened for me to assume any of this is legit unless Chris has sincerely lost his mind, is going through a midlife crises or willingly thought being married might help his career/image? Idk 🤷‍♀️

In terms of said contract being leaked, that would be awesome for the fandom and possibly those who think he’s a red pill fool, but for the overall public…. I don’t think so. He’d be a liar and how could anyone trust someone who lied about being married, but again it’s Hollywood and business so who knows, it could be a shock factor, people discuss and then move on and he’s able to reinvent himself or something or people would crack jokes and never let him live it down, etc.

If a contract got leaked and had specific details it could help him and people would go omg look what Hollywood forced Chris Evans to do and I knew he’d never marry anyone that young, etc. ya know the “poor Chris”, coddling scenario he’s use to. 🙄

At most, a divorce could be announced and TMZ can state they were never legally married and leave people to question whatever. Chris moves on, focuses on his career and learns to keep his private life private and no more PR shit.

I think they thought Alba would get much more recognition and fans because of Chris. That the fandom will like her, that they will start following her and start her career. The why is beyond me, though. I wouldn't say even his real girlfriends were that liked by the public, so why would a fake one with whom they look so distant and who is a worse person than the others be? I don't think they thought this through.

I wouldn't say this wasn't for us; most of the time, a PR relationship is. A random person who's watched a few projects of yours won't start following or supporting someone's partner. A fan would. Like how many people have started following Travis since they went public with Taylor? A lot. I assume they wanted something similar to happen to Alba, but they didn't succeed. As you said, the general public cares more about the age gap and the appearance. They don't have to sell them anything because they don't care. They have to make it look legit for the fans, because they are the ones following all of their steps. They will be the ones who start following the partner or check out their works. When it comes to a PR relationship, the fans need to like the partner or accept them in the close circle. The general public just doesn't care enough to make someone's partner more famous; fans could do that. Chris's fans could've started liking Alba and watching her projects, making her more wanted in projects. That's why they wanted to sell the happy relationship; that's why they filled the holes. They need fans to do their parts, not the general public.

I still think leaking something would be the best. He's lost a lot of fans, and I'm not saying that would get him everything and everyone back, but this PR wouldn't still be better than him actually being in love with her. I think it would be. Obviously, that doesn't take away the stupidity of this whole thing and that he got involved in this. It wouldn't make everything okay, but it would make it better. General public doesn't care enough about this. They would forget about him being in a PR marriage after like a day, especially right now, when a lot of much worse things are going on. This wouldn't be the worst thing a celebrity did. Right now, they should care about fans, not about the general public. Those people who've left are the important ones. They're going to go and watch all of his movies, not the general public.

I just hope that if this is truly PR, they all learned from this and have already realized that this whole thing was a mistake and will never try something like this.

#majaloveschris #chris and alba pr #cevans-love

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"Nonsense. I do not play with you." he rejects the words with a shake of his head, a playful grin still on. "That is entirely your domain." it was not, though she was winning. He could never get quite as clever as she could, her mind amused him greatly in that sense. Or perhaps he simply got distracted -- by the way she lifted her chin, and nudge him with her eyes. Or the way her hands reached for him, as if it was the single most casual thing in the world. Perhaps it had been. It was certainly starting to feel like it. "I will make sure never to meet anyone new ever again then, on an off chance they might turn out more unpredictable than you." In moments like this, beneath the jokes such as these, Rickon believed to have spotted a strange pattern. And it came with a suspicion that she might actually fear someday being replaced -- perhaps even just as much as he did. The thought spread warm over his chest, and he shifted slightly closer to her side. Her laugh is followed by his own, and his head leans upon hers as she slips her arm through the crack of his crossed hands. Rickon cannot help but beam at her words, as if without even knowing -- she had offered exactly what he had always wished to hear. Even if it was only in jest. "Well, when you put it like that..." he starts, grin wide and endearing. "I will gladly be horse shit stuck to your giant shoe." how romantic, he thinks, perhaps with a few more words it could sound about as amusing as his childhood poetry. "I certainly do...see the appeal, that is. Even if you would grow so very bored of me." His brows rise as she pulls away from under his arm, and he will lift the other in defence with a grin spread on. "Alright alright ,I shall leave your boy alone." he says through a huff of a laugh as she's linking their palms again. He lets the gesture warm him, and eyes trace over her fingers as her words ease over a sense of slight insecurity. "Aye, sometimes one does." He will pull her close then anyway, and a smile will arise. "And sometimes not."

Her head against his chest soothes him, and he will let the moment end only as she pulls away to face him once again. His jaw clenches slightly as he swallows, looking down to her eyes, as he dives into words of gentle reassurance. She was so close now, so close to understanding just exactly what he had feared. What had plagued his mind. Only, it was not the kiss which had inspired such a fear, it was deeper than that, something else entirely. And yet he lets himself forget, lets himself be comforted by hopeful words that could never be. 'I don't believe we will ever be lost to each other. I mean, not truly.' Rickon did. He had believed it, feared it, he had thought it, imagined it. It felt almost inevitable, at some point. But now, as she looked up at his eyes and her own belief shone through with such hope, such want for it to be true -- he had not the heart to crush it. "Right." he confirms, and he tries to show he had believed it too, but perhaps his lips betray him, perhaps she could yet see the remainders of fear linger. For he was not sure, and he could not well lie. Then her thumbs pass over his cheeks, and she's up on her toes with lips placed quick at the corner of his own. And he takes a breath in just then, and he locks slightly in his spot as his thoughts all but vanish away, replaced by burning of his skin and a strange sort of dizziness. He blinks, at the motions in which she had decided to demonstrate her point. And eventually, a smile sneaks on as he nods in acceptance. "I see." he says, then his head will tilt into the palms of her hands as she cups his face again, and his own will fall over her waist as she speaks. As she confirms he need not ask, assures she would have offered it all the same. His cheeks will turn hot and red beneath her touch, and she will lean in, and press her lips against his, and her hand will slip down behind his neck. A shiver will pass him, a breath sneak in while her own flies warm against his skin. The moment she pulls him deeper so gentle and careful, he does so too -- closer and rougher, with hunger at the parted lips and hands tighter around her waist as he further closes the space between her and his chest. He will pull away only slightly, after a while, in between kisses and a breath, for his eyes to find her just a moment, just to ensure she was real -- before he is pulling her in again, smile curved beneath exchanging passes of their lips. And he had understood, perhaps for the first time truly, why nobody else ever waited...

" I WOULD LIKE TO BELIEVE IT IS MUTUAL ." daenya replies with a lofty raise of her chin , her eyes glinting with mischief as they meet his . her smile widens . " although perhaps i am winning ." the jest is light as daenya's eyes crinkle , as she hums a pleased sound at rickon's next words , tilting her head with a light . " you flatter me ." she points to him with a finger . " but you should note that i am the least predictable person you should ever meet too ." or at least she endeavors to be . perhaps not only the least predictable but the most memorable . perhaps not just the most memorable , but the favourite . after all , it is likely rickon will meet a great many people in his lifetime . and where will she land amongst the crowd ? daenya has faith that she is at the very front of it . that she will always be . but it never hurts to be sure . the huff of laughter that daeny releases is warm as she is pulled closer , as her grin widens brightly, as she turns to meet his gaze to say , " perhaps that is what i wish for ." her brows arch cheekily as she meets his gaze , as she leans in to wrap her hands around the bicep of one of his crossed arms to conspiratorially add , " we shall be inseparable . you will be affix to me forever , we will never part ." a glitter of amusement in her eyes as she rests her chin on his shoulder . " i would hope that you might see the appeal in that ." daenya allows herself to be pulled in again without protest . well , not protest at the proximity . she does make a bit of an affronted sound from where her face is buried in his throat , huffing to say , " watch your tongue , i quite like rickon as he is ." she allows herself to be soothed by the closeness for a beat before she pulls back enough to meet his eyes and say , " and the only one permitted to poke at him is me ." she moves to fit their hands together anew , allowing them to be palm to palm as she fidgets with their joint hands . her eyes flick down to where their fingers are lined up before she's adding , " besides , sometimes one needs to be serious ." her tone is lofty , almost sage before she's tipping her head up to playfully meet his eyes again . " so i've heard , at least ."

once again as he reaches for her daeny goes easily . the hand on the back of her neck is met with a step forward even as shiver goes up her spine at the touch . her face meets his chest with an inhale that's deep enough to settle her . she turns her head so that her ear is resting against him , so that the warmth of his skin through the fabric is combined with the consistent thrum of his heartbeat . and yet even as daeny finds herself soothed she finds her brows furrowing all the same . " you will not lose me , rickon ." daenya says insistently as she pulls back enough to meet his eyes . her brows furrow for a moment before she's bringing both hands up to cradle his face . her eyes scan his features like she might find answers in them . " ... is that what you think ?" it feels bewildering to daeny . granted , many things in these past few moments have felt so . but perhaps this most of all . " just because you have kissed me does not mean that you will lose me ." daenya says softly , warmly as she meets his eyes . her head shakes the slightest bit to say , " i don't believe we will ever be lost to each other . i mean , not truly ." she would like to believe it at the very least . the hope of that shines in her eyes . " right ?" her features has softened with the words , the furrow between her brows finally easing , smoothing out into something nonexistent . it is with gentle thumbs stroking over his cheekbones that she pushes up onto her toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth . she eases back down onto her heels and meets his eyes , her heart still drumming in her chest even as she pulls a hand from his cheek to wave it before his face . " see ?" the slightest huff of laughter . her eyes crinkle with it . " still here ." there's a tenderness in the softening of her voice . she nods as she waves that hand , as she brings it back to his cheek . " not lost at all , even as you have me ." she swallows as their eyes meet once again , as his gaze falls down to what certainly is her lips and she can't help but think that the way he looks at her now feels different . or perhaps it is the same and she has only just noticed it . her heart hammers at the thought , at the question he asks of her . " ... of course ." daeny's head tilts with the words , her eyes flicking over his features , over the line of his gaze . she feels very briefly warm with it . " you needn't ask , truly ." a swallow as she shrugs slightly , as she leans up into him with a truthful , " ... i would have offered ." the words are spoken against his mouth a beat before daeny pushes forward , before she connects their lips with a perhaps uncharacteristic gentleness . there is a moment where she lingers , where she sighs before she is sliding one of the hands on his cheek to the back of his neck , before she's pushing carefully closer .

#c. rickon karstark #rickon x daenya 03 #// fdkhj babies fr good for them #// feel free to time skip at any point...they need sleep hjdskhjf #//the way we just forgot about that hot water oops #our bad fr

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