#and not bucks kissing or some other shit XD

[plain-and-simple-ninja]

a nice encounter at work today!!!!

>"Good evening, I'd like to buy a ticket to [redacted]. Can I pay with BLIK?" (*it's a Polish payment system that allows making instant payments using only the mobile banking app)

>"You can't, we accept only cash or cards."

>(eyes round with terror, shock and disbelief)

>"...I guess you don't have neither cash nor card?"

>"I don't... Now what?..."

>(deep sigh) Okay, that's what we're gonna do... (quick explanation that he can send the money through BLIK to my personal bank account using my phone number and then I'll pay for him - I don't have to do this for him, but I also use BLIK and I'm a nice person, so why not)

>"Oh wow, that's great, thank you!"

>(I give him my number, he sends me 19 zł, I take out my phone to check if I received the money already)

>(he sees my wallpaper for like 0.25 seconds) OHHHH, DO YOU WATCH WRESTLING?? KENNY OMEGA AND SO ON?

.........and so I sold him the ticket and instead of going back to work I spent like 15 minutes talking with him about Japanese wrestling and the fact Kenny Omega will be back in January :P

(if you're somehow reading this, my dear random wrestling fan passenger - you made my day and I hope you have a wonderful evening 😊)

[buckybuckyboo]

DATE NIGHT.

word count: 926

Summary: You decide you can do more for Bucky this night.

Warnings: Touching, BJ.

A/N: Not my best but here it is XD. NO copying or translating my work. I hope you enjoy.

This must be a dream, right? Dating Bucky Barnes? Never thought a man could treat you so well and be such a gentleman. Everyone knew Bucky was a ladies man but he's a sweetheart. He likes to take his girls dancing and treats them with so much respect. You were different though, he wanted to get to know you more and treat you like you were his queen. You have been dating for a good few months and your body was just screaming for him in every way. Since your third date, you both would walk somewhere that was quiet so you could talk some more but you always ended up making out for a while or he would bring you back to his place and you would make out on his couch, but it never went any further than that.

This night after your date, it was raining and his place was close by so you decided to go there and relax and be with each other till you went home. Both of you getting in the door just as the rain started to come down. "Thank you Bucky. Hopefully I won't have to stay too long". He chuckles softly. "It's okay sweetheart, stay as long as you want." He looks at you and smiles. As usual after your date, you started making out on his couch. Laying back and him laying on top of you while kissing. Now and again Bucky's hand would end up on your boob and he would apologize over and over again and it made you giggle. "Bucky baby, if it's gonna end up there, just leave it there".He looks at you shocked. "Are you sure?" "Yes I'm sure baby"

You go back to kissing him noticing his hands starting to wander more around your body which you really liked. Tonight you felt like you could do more for him. You knew he got hard during your make-out sessions but always felt bad it went nowhere after. So tonight at his place, take your seat on the couch and pull him down beside you. He leans in kissing you softly pulling you closer to his body. Your hands start to wander more than they usually would and he notices. "Are you okay baby girl?"

"Yeah I'm fine baby, just a little uncomfortable" He leans back quickly thinking "Oh shit what have I done" but he sees a smile on your face. "Anything I can do to help?" You smile pushing him back against the couch and climbing onto his lap. "There, much better" leaning down and kissing him again.

For the next few minutes, you gently grind yourself against him making him groan into your mouth. "Baby, baby you gotta stop before I make a mess." Without even thinking you say "Why don't you make a mess in my mouth". His eyes wide looking at you. "W-what?"

"I- I- I wanna suck your cock Bucky"

His hips grind against your core at the thought of your words. Both of you sitting there quietly for a moment. "Y-you know you don't have to okay baby?"

"I want to, I've been thinking about it for a while"

"You have?"

"Yeah" Smiling while kissing him then slipping off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. Seeing the outline of his cock in his jeans. You slowly bring your hands up along his thighs and one hand rubs over his cock. His head instantly falls back on the couch as his hips buck against your hand.

It felt so thick in your hand and it made your mouth water. Undoing his belt and jeans, he raises his hips so you can pull them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang out and hit his stomach. You smiled and leaned up kissing his lips then slowly making your way down his body. Pulling his shirt up to kiss along his stomach. You ignored his cock and kissed down along his hip to his thigh. He was already panting, just waiting for your soft lips to wrap around his aching cock. Pre cum leaving a little dribble on his lower stomach. You look up into his eyes as you leave soft kisses up along his shaft. Finally wrapping your lips around his tip and tasting the salty pre cum. You gently sucked on the tip making Bucky moan. He didn't know what to do with his hands. You smiled up at him grabbing his right hand and placing it on the back of your head.

He was absolutely amazed by you.

"Do you feel good baby?" Taking his cock back into your mouth while looking up at him.

"Y-yes baby. Feels s- so good." As you take him deeper into your mouth, you feel his hand tighten in your hair. You decide to hollow your cheeks out taking him in your mouth fully, your nose touching his pubic area. He couldn't hold back anymore and was moaning out loud as he came down your throat. Once you felt him cum you started to suck on his cock again, taking everything he had to give. Once you felt his cock stop twitching you gave his tip some more attention but it was too sensitive for him making his body jerk. "Oh god too much baby"

Pulling off with a pop and smiling at him "Good?" He smiles leaning down grabbing your face and pulling you up to kiss him.

"Amazing baby girl, everything about you is amazing" He smiles and kisses you again.

[matan4il]

911 ep 704 first watch reactions

IDK if anyone else will talk about this, but Josh and Maddie were a great comedic start to this ep! XD Also. Interesting choice to give Josh, the currently only openly gay male character on the show, more lines again. Is it a reminder he's there, so he can be a part of Buck's journey later on? *eyes emoji* We'll see.

All of these pretty women (I should also mention that as a non-American, all the gasped, "It's Joey!" "It's you!" "It's me!" are missing me by a kilometer. Whoever Joey is, he's not Madonna yet, if you want me to get excited about him, 911, you're gonna have to give me a bit more than a single name), hitting on Buck and Eddie, and the ease with which both men turn them down... Sure, this is a part of the set up regarding Buck, and Eddie technically has an excuse, but also. Most straight, taken men would at least be tempted. They'd at least bite their lips with frustration. Have some reaction. But not Eddie. And when you remember that he was distinctly not taken in ep 204, but still had the same reaction to pretty young women hitting on him and Buck... I know this ep is all about celebrating the 'oh' moment of another guy, but that's not gonna stop me from rooting for Eddie to have similar realizations eventually (and get together with that certain other guy *cough*).

LMAO So, Buck is meeting up with the guy who's gonna be his sexual awakening, a man who's good looking, gave him a thrill already, is an impressive fighter pilot, and the first thing he can think of to say, is blurt out Eddie's name? LMAO Oh, this boy really is down bad...

Man, that bit where Tommy tells Buck he can have it both ways, he can get certified and continue to serve with the 118. Thanks for the beautiful foreshadowing, 911. Buck saying he's keeping his options fluid... Holy shit, the show really wasn't holding any punches back.

OMG, why is Harry old enough to be making Bathena waffles (and then turn out to be involved in an altercation)? I swear, he was still on baby formula just a second ago. How did 7 seasons just fly by!?

Buck getting jealous over Eddie and Tommy sparring. Considering the fact that Buck was the one getting all hot and bothered over semi-naked Eddie in the gym in 201, and ready to jump into a boxing match with him, this is making me wanna punch a wall myself. The symbolism in this ep is NOT very veiled. Add to that Eddie mentioning how he and Tommy met and just... clicked. In the same conversation that reminds us of Buddie' in 201's first meeting, where they clicked? (even though they were both too dumb to realize in what way) 911, just let me catch my breath for a second challenge! Also, Eddie is dating Tommy more intensely than he is Marisol? Okay. Duly noted. These firefighters are both so freaking hetero, I'm sure that's exactly what every casual viewer was telling themselves at this point. And poor Buck, getting his hopes up that Eddie is asking him when he's free, so they can go on a date themselves, only to be let down. Poor baby boy. But this feels like it's spelling out the answer to whether Buck's jealous over Tommy or Eddie. So, yay for Tommy helping him with his bi awakening. But it's clear who's really occupying Buck's heart and mind, and whose time he wants. FOR SIX FREAKING SEASONS NOW.

Oh, it's continuing, the show really is trying to kill me, having Buck complain to Maddie about how often Eddie has been seeing Tommy. The annoyance with how cool Tommy is, that's exactly Buck's reaction to Eddie in 201. So, if Buck and Tommy will then kiss, what does that say about what Buck didn't even realize he wanted to happen with Eddie back then, hmmm? I also love that Buck wants to be the cooler "dad's friend" in Christopher's eyes. That's his son, you can't take that away from him. And of course, Maddie was his first confidante about his feels for Eddie, she was the first one to call out his boy crush (in 204) and to hear Buck automatically think about Eddie, when he hears, "He's cute!" (in 206). It's so freaking right that she is now the witness to Buck's bi jealousy meltdown. I love her calling him out on it. "Is it circled with a heart around it?" Honestly, this is better than front row seats at the Bachelor mansion. I'm just disappointed in Chimney and his imaginary popcorn that he doesn't get to witness all of this firsthand and get what it means. Letting down all Bachelor fans out there, Chim. -_-

And then Buck's back in the gym, staring at Eddie, feathers ruffled. Am I going to make it to the end of this ep? Who cares? This is fantastic! XD He tries to catch Eddie's attention with the little weightlifting without a spotter stunt, and it's specifically him. Chim turned out to also be impressed by how cool Tommy is, but Buck is circling Eddie, like a clueless Jane Austen heroine, about to become a hit teen romance movie. Ravi falling for Buck's weightlifting attention trap is just getting in the way. Chim asking about Buck's weird basketball hugging session is nothing but a way to get to the ball game with Eddie. Okay, I'm at the point where I need to be chewing on imaginary popcorn.

Athena is one of the strongest characters on television, ever. Precisely because she's not just tough when she has to be, she has a heart, too. The scene where she told the woman she accidentally killed her own son was hard to just watch. IDK how she actually did that. I'm not sure if viewers who aren't moms get it, 'coz I didn't until I went with my sister through her pregnancy. Motherhood changes you forever. You feel your kid moving inside you. You bond with them in the most intimate way possible before they're even born. You go on a wild journey with them after, where every second counts, let alone every hour and every day, when they're hungry, when they're cold, when they struggle to sleep, when they finally do, when they take their first step, when they fail and fall... The love and protectiveness are something different to anything else in life. IDK how Athena, who gets all of this, managed to break the news to this mother, that she had unknowingly killed her own kid. I think to me, this has to be the most devastating scene in the entire history of the show. IDK if I'll be able to watch it again.

When basketball game scene starts, and Chimney knows something's up, I was already chuckling. But then Eddie sees them, and the first thing isn't expressing joy that his best friend is there, it's asking how did Chim talk him into this. "He always says no to me." They BOTH always talk about each other in romantic coded language, it's not just Buck, and in the same ep where we get bi Buck confirmed, that makes me froth at the mouth...

"So I'm your basketball beard. I feel so bonded." Not Chimney calling Buck out, while using the term for closeted gay guys using someone as a cover. I AM SCREAMING. Thank you, 911 gods!

That montage with Eddie and Tommy high fiving each other right in front of Buck's salad face, while their muscles glisten in the sun, and Top Gun-like music plays in the background, like the biggest nod to the volleyball scene from that gayest movie ever made, which we already had Buddie paraphrasing in 201. I am fine, this is fine. I love this burning kitchen I'm sitting in.

Buck causing Eddie's injury because of his jealousy (which again, is not about Tommy. He made an impression on Chim as well, who was screaming, "Buck, I'm open! I'm OPEN!") and not even getting to offer some help, because Tommy's already on it... I hope ABC is happy with their viewership dropping next week, because they've killed every Buddie shipper in the fandom.

"Well, I'm not a 14 year old girl..." Both Buck and Maddie together: "So stop acting like one." Love this scene, love these siblings, love that the reference with the two blonde Sarahs sounds platonic, but it's also from a past season on the Bachelor. 911 really wants you to know this is romantic, and Buck's going through a late sexual awakening in his 30's, instead of in his teens, even before he's able to see it.

So, the conclusion to Buck and Maddie's convo is that he needs to talk to Eddie, to make it better, yet the person he ends up talking to is Tommy, and that leads to the bi awakening kiss... It's a classic rom com switch, we hear a knock at the door, we expect it to be THE love interest, showing up at the right time, and it's someone else, making the protagonist's romantic journey so close, but about to get longer. It's further emphasized by a shot over Tommy's shoulder, in a way that he can easily be confused for Eddie, and which is reminiscent of moment when we saw Buck standing at Eddie's door, or both of them there toegther.

It was a nice talk, I loved Tommy saying he can't replace Buck, I def noticed how he went to talk about it in the context of Chris instead of Eddie (hmmm... I wonder why), but my fave part was how Buck glowed when he heard his son doesn't shut up about him. ^u^ He even took a second to look away from Tommy, to take it in with a huge grin. Then Buck and Tommy start warming up to each other, moving towards flirtation, and what comes out of Buck's mouth? "You don't have to tell me how great Eddie is." That's not how you flirt with a guy, Buck. I liked Tommy kissing him, and Buck not recoiling. Like he's always known on some level, but could never do anything about it. "That's better than fake mouth static." LOL The stuff that great romance is made of.

I'm SO happy Buck is getting this storyline of realization he's bi, I've thought it would be important and that the show has laid some groundwork for it since 107, and I don't mind that Tommy is the "romantic other" who helps him with it. I do believe this is important bi representation in and of itself, away from Buddie, and if nothing else ever comes of it, this is still beyond wonderful. In 2024, we still barely have any characters who start out presumed straight, and are allowed the freedom to figure out that maybe their sexual orientation is different than what they thought, despite the fact that in reality, human sexuality is complex and confusing and a mess. So this really matters to me, as a human being, and as a queer person. That said, I can't ignore the past 5 seasons, and the way this storyline played out, with Tommy kissing Buck, but the whole thing being emotionally centered around Buck's feelings for Eddie, it means that whether they go canon or not (and at this point, I find it hard to believe they'd make Buck canonically bi, taking this HUGE risk of homophobic backlash, and not go there with him and Eddie, but just in case they don't, I wanna say this), it'll always be Buddie for me.

Thank you for reading! If you're looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

[lammydraws]

Modern Genderbend AU but they're twitch streamers

sO yea i had some fun talking to friends last night :'D and i may or may not have made another AU hsafkjhdskja

Inspired by Kat's Post I suggested that modern Femrinder should be a Twitch streamer XD But she'd be one of those who'd be one of those toxic gamers in multiplayer shooting games and shit. She'd call you homophobic slurs while kissing her girlfriend :'D

Lamb on the other hand would be an absolute sunshine, having this whole lo-fi chill aesthetic going and streaming relaxing games or just chatting while doing arts and crafts :')

they're gay and in love hdfkjhfdkjhdfj

Some other random ideas I did not draw:

They should have a minecraft world together. Not more to say to that really.

They should do this thing where they make their partner play one of their games, like one of these the partner usually never plays. Like Narinder trying to teach Bella how to play Counter Strike or Fortnite :'D Meanwhile Lamb sits her down with Stardew Valley and gets distraught that Narinder tries to kill the chicken.

On the other hand, Narinder will make Bella play a Horror game expecting her to be terrified and cling to Narinder but instead Bella is not even phased by the gore and scares at all. Like, scary monster appears on screen and Bella just goes "Oh hello there friend!" while Narinder thinks back how she shit her pants the first time she saw this monster :')

They should play Cult of the Lamb. Lambception.

Narinder gets cancelled online at least three times a week and doesn't even make any apologies anymore because she cannot keep up with whatever it is this week.

Narinder's streams are usually her insulting others and her followers, like, that's what you come here for. Bella on the other hand speaks so kindly and sweet to her followers as if they're her friends.

Narinder will tell people to subscribe to her onlyfans but if you go there it's just a picture of her judging you. 20 bucks well spent.

Narinder is always pushing the ToS of Twitch. I mean. Look at her.

That's it thats the whole idea. I hope nobody ever asks me for lore or other characters because I actually do not know shits about twitch, or streaming, or games :'D /lhj

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

(One) Medical exemption

***Reader Request***

Word Count - 3,500

Perspective - 3rd person, Daryl’s POV *this is a first attempt, so be prepared for it to seem like one XD*

When - Alexandria, pre-Negan

Relationships - Daryl x (doctor!) reader

Genre - very fluffy. Hey, it’s fanfic

Pronouns - she/her

TWs - “you” may have been in the Navy once, but don’t ya know, Daryl is the one with the mouth of a sailor

“Nope, get your butt back here, Daryl. You’re limping.”

He felt his pulse start to quicken. Damn it, when would that stop? He’d already hung out with and eaten dinner with her a ton of times and held her hand!

Maybe he’d feel better after they finally, you know, kissed.

Yeah, maybe...maybe he should buck up and finally kiss her. It’d been long enough, so she was probably waiting for that. And he really liked her. And trusted her.

“I’m just going to lightly palpate here, okay? If you feel any pain or discomfort, tell me.”

Damn, he loved how she talked. Didn’t know what half the stuff meant if it was medical, but he just loved hearing her voice. She’d been raised in North Dakota before she went to Maryland as part of her Navy medic training, then after she was out of the military, had gone to Virginia to do her residency, where by chance she ended up in Alexandria after shit hit the fan.

Whoa, that tickled! He tried not to laugh, but it just came out. Giggling back quietly, she said “Sorry, didn’t realize how ticklish you are.”

She never lost that Midwestern accent and he loved that about her. And how she would just bust out into that medical mumbo jumbo made it all the more interesting. But it was even better when she tried to copy his own accent, because it just sounded so damned cute.

But shit, why was she now feeling around there, and why was she crouched down like that?

“Damn, woman!” comes out before he can stop himself.

“Mind out of the gutter, handsome – but if you feel self-conscious or unsafe, please say so,” she tells him, and immediately stops what she was doing.

He shakes his head and mumbles back “M’sorry. You’re just makin’ sure I ain’t hurt too bad.”

She smiles at him and resumes her examination, saying “Your comfort level is still important, though. Tell me if you need me to stop at any point.”

The tricky part was trying not to think too much about how close she was to his...you know. But hey, if she had to examine his hips, she had to examine his hips.

That was the other thing he loved about her. She didn’t pressure him when it came to the physical parts of their relationship. Everything about what they had felt easy, smooth, natural, safe. Like breathing or some shit.  

“Now, from where did you fall exactly, Daryl?” she asked, brows low as she concentrated on what she was doing.

“Whoa, get a room, guys,” Glenn suddenly snickers from the hallway, his arm covered in road rash. When did he get there? Why wasn’t he in his room??

“C’mon, get out of here, man!” Daryl shouts, embarrassed. Hopefully, the look he was giving him was saying “Not in front of her, Glenn!”

“Glenn. It’s impolite to peek into an exam room that isn’t yours,” she gently chided him. “I’m evaluating to see if we’re dealing with a complete or subluxation,” she explains, sounding completely at ease. But what the hell was sub-lucks-ay-shun? Was that bad?

“Denise, I have your patient!” she calls out sweetly. Then she looks at Glenn again and asks, concerned and curious “Glenn, did you receive those abrasions during the run?”

Okay, well that one was easy. Glenn had road rash from falling off the bike with him, so abrasion must’ve just been the fancy medical way of saying road rash.

“Glenn, what are you doing?” he heard Denise shout from down the hall. Her footsteps made their way back and she too looked into the room, where Y/N was still kneeling.

Oh what the fuck, why was Daryl getting so embarrassed at nothing? She was kneeling to examine him because he was limping, nothing more! Why was he getting all stupid about it?

Denise nudges Glenn’s shoulder. “Do I have to rat on you to Mrs. Rhee?” she puts it to him. Finger extended, she wags it and orders “Back to your room, we gotta clean up that arm.”

“Sorry, D-man,” Glenn apologizes to Daryl as he’s lead away.

“After you’ve dealt with Glenn’s abrasions, I may need you both,” Y/N calls to Denise.

“Aye aye, captain!”

Daryl swallows. Y/N seems to sense his nerves and assures him “It would be a very simple maneuver, if we even have need of it. I do need to palpate closer to the pubic area, however, I apologize.”

You can handle this, Daryl, she’s a doctor he tells himself. Also...what “maneuver” did she mean?

“Now this may feel unpleasant when I press here –”

Shit, definitely did!

“Okay, that is certainly tender then. Now call to mind the worst physical pain you’ve had in your life, Daryl. I would like you to compare how that felt to this, and rate it for me, 1-10, with 10 being the highest pain level.”

“S’fine,” he sputters out. Holy fuck that hurt!

“Sweetheart? You’re a little too tough for your own good sometimes, aren’t you?” she answers knowingly. She’s rubbing her gloved thumb along his fingers and it’s making him feel all funny in his stomach. Damned butterflies.

She stands back up and tells him “Now, I’m going to leave the room for a moment. I need you to pull down your pants and check your underwear for any signs of blood coming from either your penis or your rectum. Then tell me through the door, a simple yes or no.”

Next thing he knew he was standing alone in the room. Y/N calls to him from outside to mention that “If you could use some help, either myself or Denise can assist you, or Glenn if you would feel more comfortable with another male.”

Thank God Rick or Glenn wasn’t in there to tease him mercilessly, because Daryl got red again as soon as she mentioned the word “penis.” And God save him if Carol or Abraham could see his face. What was he, a 14 year old boy again?

“Daryl?”

“I’m good, m’good!” he quickly says, and he carefully tried to shimmy his pants and boxers down, a little too conscious of the fact that she was on just the other side of the door. “Um, it’s...it’s fine, there ain’t none of...none of that stuff goin’ on,” he awkwardly tells her.

“Now please leave your pants where they are, but pull your under garments back up, okay?” Wait, she was gonna see him in his underwear? It’s fine Dixon. She’s a doctor! “Are you able to sit down, Daryl?” she asks him through the door.

“Um, n-not really.”

“Okay, let’s keep you standing then. You’ll see I left a small blanket by the table there, that’s for you to use to cover yourself if you feel uncomfortable being in your skivvies.”

She was so damned smart and thoughtful. How the hell had he gotten so lucky? And how the hell had he not had the balls to kiss her yet?

“May I come back in, or do you need more time?”

“Nah, it’s all good.” He does end up grabbing the blanket, though.

The door clicked open, and she walks back into the room, giving him a playful wink. He really liked how she smelled. It wasn’t a perfume that she wore or nothing, it was just how she smelled.

“Daryl, I would like to have Denise come in and to take another look and give a second opinion about your injury. Would that be alright with you, or would you prefer that I simply discuss it with her? It’s up to you,” she assures him.

“Denise is cool,” he shrugs.

“Remember, you are allowed to say ‘no’ if something makes you uncomfortable.”

“Nah, she’s cool. My hip though, not so much,” he joked, wincing when he tried to put weight on the injured side.

“Oof, careful sweetheart,” Y/N coos, steadying his shoulders before quickly jogging to the doorway and calling out “Denny, please come on in when you’re done, I’d like your opinion!”

“On it, babe!” gets shouted back, and Y/N then turns to Daryl again.

“This injury,” she asks him plainly and simply, but not coldly. “Was it a result of you and Glenn falling off your bike?”

He swallows. “Maybe?”

“Please describe what happened as best as you can recall for me, Daryl.”

“We, um, we was ridin’ along when we almost hit this fuckin’ cat, the damn thing dashed out from under some broken down car to get away from a walker. I swerved, but we were on this patch of leaves and we slid out.”

“Okay. How about the event of falling, especially how your hip or leg was injured.”

This was embarrassing. He’d been riding for over a decade and still made this mistake. “I was tryin’ to keep it balanced, but it didn’t work out and I felt this tug, I dunno.”

“And do you remember hitting your head at any point during the fall?”

“Maybe? Nah, not that I can remember.”

She nods, then asks as if it were nothing “Were you wearing a helmet at the time, or riding without at the time?”

...He didn’t want to answer that question truthfully. And that was an answer for Y/N in itself.

“Alright. I’m going to do a quick sweep, because sometimes in the event of an emergency, it can be easy to not realize that we’ve hurt ourselves until much later, and with head trauma this would be especially worrisome. Do you have any head, neck, or shoulder pain right now?” she asks next, carefully moving her fingers along his scalp then swiftly along down his neck and across his shoulders, then finally his spine. She’s standing on her tippy toes.

Daryl finds himself subconsciously groaning at how nice and gentle her hands felt. It was almost like a massage. Then, his stomach flutters and he turns even redder than he’d been before after she giggles softly in response and presses a chaste kiss to his temple.

“You only get that because you’re cute, Daryl,” she murmurs. “But if none of that was painful, I’d say we can rule out any head trauma and avoid fitting you into a cervical traction collar, thank goodness. I don’t think you’d fancy that too much.”

She grabs a tissue out of the box, folds it up into a square, then – what? She put the corner into one, then into the other ear. Then into his nose? Um...

Her sweet laugh fills the room again as she lets him know that was “A quick check for cerebrospinal fluid, just to be safe.”

Cerebro-who fluid? Daryl had no idea what that shit was, but Y/N did and he loved that.

Her posture becomes more relaxed as she further explains to him “The presence of cerebrospinal fluid would be indicative of basiliar skull fracture or otherwise trauma going as deep as the dura mater, which would be just...awful!”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head in horror at the idea of whatever the hell she was just describing. A bad concussion, maybe? “I had a soldier once who was leaking CSF; but don’t ya know, we had no idea he’d gotten injured that badly until they noticed it running down his nose since the other signs were non-indicative.”

Another sigh and a shake of her head. “Now, I didn’t palpate any cranial abnormalities, but I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight without making sure.”

And she was telling him all of this as if her explaining it made all the sense in the world. Hot damn, he found that adorable. And generous. What would a redneck like him know about...whatever all that stuff was?

She didn’t even realize how damned smart half the stuff she said sounded. And if she never took her hand off his cheek, he wouldn’t complain.

Denise bursts into the room a second later, saying “So, did he tell you about his and Glenn’s lack of helmets on the bike yet, or did I just spoil the surprise?”

Glenn must be in the hallway because he calls to Daryl “Sorry man, she’s good.”

Y/N’s expression is amused, and she replies good-naturedly “I was working up to that point. I got a crush on this one, Denny, you know how that is.” She’s now examining his wrists and shoulders. Oh, never mind, now it’s the lower back. So efficient!

“Hey, Dixon!” Denise says loudly, and points to her head. “Helmet. Wear one. I don’t want either of you having to get scraped off the road and into a Tupperware container, got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she breathed, blinking and realizing just how commanding she’d suddenly been. “Hm. Hey Y/N, I could get used to hearing ‘Yes ma’am.’ Was that the best part of being in the Navy?”

“Definitely wasn’t the vacation time,” she snorts back.

Denise next rubs her hands together and says “Alright, what am I looking at?”

“Daryl, is this okay?” Y/N whispers to him, checking again that he felt comfortable with the exam. He nods, and returns the little squeeze she gave his hand.

“Denise, I want your opinion when you examine the proximal...” and whatever was said after that was beyond him. Proximal this, distal that, something about a femoral head, and an ill-ee-ack something or other and an ace-et-ab-yoo-lum. Daryl really enjoyed hearing Y/N talk about that stuff. It’s just that she was passionate about it, and so good at it!

“Daryl?”

“Mm?”

She lowers one brow and smiles. “Did you hear a word I just said?”

He blinked. “What was that again?”

“We need to re-position you, and it may cause some pain. A joint reduction of this kind is normally done under waking sedation.”

“Reduction?”

She rephrases it “Joint relocation. I can’t believe you rode home even with a partial dislocation, that must have been excruciating.”

He might have shrugged again in response, but he also found himself standing a little taller as he brushed it off. “Ain’t no big deal.”

She held her grin in as she called “Glenn, please come in now.”

First, she and Denise removed his boots while Glenn held his leg steady. This was definitely not how he pictured the first time she’d help him undress would be like. N-not that he’d imagined that too much, but sometimes it just happened, you know? She was sweet and smart and pretty and smelled nice.

And next went his jeans, which had been by his knees, at least. Daryl grumbles. Was this what them frogs in science class felt like?

He really wished he’d worn clean boxers today.

“You look good, man,” Glenn whispers. Daryl just grumbles again in response.

Y/N gave brief instructions, and on three they all lifted him and got him lying on his back (soo-pine, she called it). And oh fuck, OW!

After making an apology for the pain, she apologized once more that she had to now push aside the blanket far enough so that she could position his leg up and grip his thigh and calf. She left his private area covered, but his whole thigh was on display.

“Okay then, our culprit is ready for re-positioning. On my nod, you please push, and you please hold steady,” Y/N says to Denise and Glenn respectively. “And Daryl, please start counting down from seven.”

“Seven?”

“You betcha, seven seconds should do it, handsome,” she responds cheerfully.

Why seven, though? Well, she was the doctor, he guessed.

He starts the countdown “Seven, six, fi – oh flyin’ fuck!”

Shit, that hurt like a bitch, OW! “Mother-fucker,” he hisses, unable to stop himself from cursing. Oh wow, but it already felt so much better. “Holy shit, woman.” And he had to admit, that also wasn’t the way he imagined saying that phrase to her the first time she had him panting in relief.

“Now, tell me how many times I tap each toe, as I tap them, please. Denise, Glenn, thank you for your help.”

“Rest up, dude,” Glenn tells him.

“I’ll bring you by some painkillers and clean socks in a few minutes, okay?” Denise says, trailing behind Glenn out the door.

He looks back at Y/N, so diligently doing whatever the hell she was doing, tapping his foot and ankle and calf. “Making sure the sensation is still there,” she explains. “And this one should be familiar,” she announces before placing her hand below his knee and quickly bopping her other hand on it like a hammer.

“The reflex test, cowboy,” and she proceeds to do it by his foot as well. “Daryl? I don’t think you know just how lucky you are that we were able to fix that so easily. Injuries like that could put someone out for months back in the old world. You don’t even appear to have any associated fractures or tearing, it’s, it’s just miraculous.”

Finally, she appears to have finished everything she wanted to. Her expression is soft as she pulls over the chair right next to his bed and takes his hand in hers. “What’s killing me is that I forgot to wave goodbye before you went on that run today,” she confesses quietly.

He hates it when she’s sad! “S’okay, Y/N. I mean, I forgot to wear my helmet.”

Her eyebrows raise. She wasn’t dumb. “Forgot, or?”

His face warms for probably the tenth time that afternoon and he sheepishly admits “Maybe I just didn’t want to put it on...”

“Daryl, I love you. Please wear it, if only for my sake?”

Sorry, she what? She...did she just say that to him? That was the first time she’d said that! That was the first time either of them had said that! Holy shit, woman!

He feels sweaty. He feels shaky. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. And holy shit again, because her cheeks just got dark, too! He didn’t know what else to do, so he does the only thing that is in his mind.

He lifts her hand, still tightly holding his, and kisses her palm.

She bites her lip.

Oh no, did he do something wrong? Why were her eyes getting all wet? Stupid Daryl, stupid inexperienced redneck, clueless idiot bastard hick trying to be all romantic with this smart, beautiful doc –

Happily, his little inner monologue of insulting himself gets cut short as she laughs. Laughs!

“You have no idea how often I’ve been thinking about you kissing me.” Was she actually flustered? Had he done that good? “Somehow, that was better than all the different ways I imagined you first doing it. And believe me,” she adds, “I’ve been considering it all four months we’ve been together, and I watched ‘A Walk to Remember’ the other night,” she chuckles, wiping her eyes with her free hand.

And what? They’d been together for four months already? Shit that went by fast. “W-wait, c’mere, I gotta, I gotta kiss you proper, then.”

“You ‘gotta kiss me proper?’”

“Yeah, on the mouth,” he nodded, trying to sit up and waving her over with his free hand.

What was that expression on her face now? Good God, Daryl’s heart was gonna jump out of his throat at this rate. And oh good God, did he really just try to wave her over so he could give her a kiss? Their first kiss?

“Daryl?” she lets him know gently. “I know we’ve been going slow, so a kiss is a big step. A proper kiss, that is. I don’t want to make you feel trapped by kissing you when you’re already so vulnerable.”

Holy shit, he loved her, too, didn’t he? Why didn’t he think those words until now?

Y/N chews on her thumbnail for a moment then adds “And it’s not ethical in the slightest for a doctor to behave romantically with a bedridden patient,” throwing him a wink and a smile that made him grateful the blanket was back over his hips.

“So what you’re gettin’ at is: once I ain’t your patient no more, I can kiss you.”

A shrug.

“What about a medical exemption or somethin’?” he then attempts.

It was worth a shot, I mean hey, he was just glad he’d found the balls to ask.

She blushes again. “Daryl. Once we’ve got you up and walking out of here without significant pain. Is that term acceptable?”

How the hell did he love her so much and not realize it until now? Hot damn.

“Woman. Then you best believe I’m gonna be dancin’ out of here.”

Now, Daryl didn’t think anything about what he just said, he just sort of said it. She, on the other hand, seemed to forget how to breathe. When he notices this, he also forgets how to breathe.

And he sure as hell can’t go about remembering how to when she starts to lean in towards him. Her hand presses to his cheek. Her thumb grazes his bottom lip. And she leans even closer, mouth slightly parted...

And then comes knocking sounds at the (still open) door.

“Hey, um...is now a bad time?” Denise whispers awkwardly.

They turn and look at her. She’s got the painkillers in her hand and something else. “Here’s the meds, some clean socks, and I also grabbed you some, um, some nicotine gum and a magazine, Daryl. I’ll just...leave it. Right here,” she stutters, placing the bottle, the pair of socks, and the gum on the counter. “This is really bad timing, but, um...Rosita just busted her hand pretty good, and I need an actual medical doctor with field combat experience’s opinion on something.”

Y/N is already up at the counter. She’d just rummaged through the drawer and behind some stuff before she found whatever it was she was looking for. A notepad?

What’s that notepad for? She quickly scribbles something, rips it off and hands it over to Daryl, and in a flash has him take three of the pills with a long drink of water before handing him a piece of the gum and the magazine.

With a quick squeeze of her hand she tells him “I’ll be back, alright?”

And then he’s left alone. At least his pulse is settling back to normal, he guesses.

He’d almost finally kissed her!

But what was that paper she gave him, what was it, some kind of prescription or whatever? Why in the hell was she writing one out if he was gonna be stuck there anyways? He held it up and read it...

Oh.

It was a prescription.

For “(One) medical exemption.”

[bruhstories]

Yes, Daddy

summary: it's stepdaddy!zeke, there's no need for a summary xD pairing: stepfather!zeke x stepdaughter!reader warnings & content: stepcest, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, lots of daddy mentions, oral sex (male receiving) word count: 1.5k

a/n: danger! this is very self-indulgent, i'm so sorry

You couldn't understand why your mother wanted to get married after your father left. The two of you were perfectly fine just by yourselves. She kept yapping about how a man could offer you stability and security, but you knew better — you knew your mom just wanted to get laid, and since she was almost 50, no one sane man of her age would marry her. She looked good for her age, so it was no surprise when she finally brought home her boyfriend. What was surprising was that Zeke was twenty years younger than your mother. Hell, you were closer to his age than her — he was only nine years older than you. But you could completely understand why she fell in love with him. The man was handsome, extremely intelligent, charming and, most importantly, rich. And for some stupid reason, Zeke was dating your mother, a reason you didn't figure out yet.

Then the wedding happened, and your mother was the happiest she'd ever been. You helped pick her dress, organised the whole damn thing to the smallest detail, even tasted the cake. You were going to move out eventually, and decided your mother would feel better if she had someone around her, so you tried to be nice to your new father. Besides, after Zeke moved in with you, you found out he was a pretty cool guy. So cool, that you began to fantasise about him, touching yourself when you heard him fuck your mom through the thin walls that separated your rooms.

You can't sleep. You toss and turn in your bed, you're either too hot, too cold, too tired or too full of energy.

"Fuck." You breathe out, pushing the blanket off of you. Perhaps a glass of milk will help, and so you go downstairs, dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of knee socks. You don't expect Zeke to still be awake after the way he the bed screeched an hour ago, yet there he is, watching some documentary about monkeys.

"Can't sleep either?" You walk into the living room and he glances at you, not so subtly admiring your thighs. Maybe you should've put on some panties.

"No. I can't get used to the mattress."

"Huh." You shrug, making your way to the kitchen. "Want some milk?"

"Yes, please." Zeke nods, not taking his eyes off of you. You don't turn the lights on, you know your house like the palm of your hand, and open the fridge, bending down for the jug. The shirt isn't long enough to cover your body once you've bent, and you know that. You count on that.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"Not at all."

You hand him the glass of milk before plopping on the couch, thighs exposed to the viewing pleasure of your stepfather. Neither of you is paying any attention to the TV, but you both pretend to be immersed in the documentary. Until you become adventurous and rest your hand on his knee. He doesn't flinch.

"You've got some milk..." Zeke points at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Did I get it off?"

"No. Here, let me." He wipes the drop with his index finger. Swiftly, before he can remove his hand, you poke your tongue out, giving his finger a slow lick. He's frozen, and you take advantage of this to suck on his index, not breaking eye contact for one second.

"Thanks." You flash him a smile after removing his finger out of your mouth with a pop. You're threading on thin ice, and it's about to crack by the looks of his growing bulge.

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to suck on your stepfather's fingers like that?" Zeke's condescending tone makes you squeeze your thighs together, and he leans closer to you.

"You could've removed them from my mouth, daddy." Your hand travels from his shoulder to his chest. "Makes me think you liked it. That's not very appropriate either, is it?"

"Why, you little... slut." His calloused fingertips graze over your collarbone before snaking around your throat. You whimper at the tightness of the grip, a smile creeping on your lips. "Shh, you wouldn't want your mother to wake up, would you?" You shake your head, half-lidded eyes watching his every move. Zeke releases your throat and you already lifted your shirt. "So eager to please."

"Mmm, I wanna please you, daddy. Wanna make you feel good." Your hand is desperately trying to pull his cock out but Zeke has you pinned to the couch by your shoulders.

"Bet you've got a tight cunt." He licks his lips, imagining how you'd clench around his throbbing dick. "Bet you're also soaked."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" You take him by surprise with a kiss that's so wrong, but that feels so right. Zeke kisses you back, tongue exploring your mouth like it's uncharted territory while his hand snakes between your thighs. You're not fighting him by any means, no. In fact, you spread your legs so he can have all the access he wants, seemingly satisfied by your actions. And he's right, you're dripping for him.

"Am I wet enough for you, daddy? Bet that old hag is so dry." You don't know what possesses you to say those things, you never hated your mother. But Zeke just has that effect over you and you can't even think anymore.

"Now, now," he shoves two fingers between your folds and you throw your head back, "that's no way to speak about your mother."

"Oh, p-please, as if you give a shit about h-her!"

"Hmm, it's true. I wanted to break up with her until I met you. And I knew I had to make you mine." Zeke adds another finger, curling them up to hit your sweet spot. "I'm glad you're not as stupid as your mother."

"Shit, fuck me, please! Wanna feel your cock inside me, daddy!"

"Needy whore. Do you beg other boys like this?"

"N-no, just you! Only you!"

"Good, because starting today, you're not allowed to see other men. Not after I fuck you."

Finally, you think, finally he wants you. You bite on your lower lip when he spits on his cock, the glistening tip pushing at your entrance as you squirm and whimper. Zeke is by far the biggest man to fuck you, and you're sure you'll be sore tomorrow. Inch by inch, he bottoms out, filling a whole no one could have filled. Manicured fingernails dig into his shoulders for support because the man is so feral and aggressive, you feel the couch sliding back with every thrust. And your face — it's a sight for sore eyes, the way your lips form an O when he fucks into you, the way your eyes roll when his cock grazes over your cervix. He drinks you in, that's a fact.

"Fuck, you're sotight." Zeke grabs your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks. "Open that filthy mouth."

You obey, thinking he might kiss you, but the man merely spits into your mouth and you clench your spongy walls around his cock, swallowing before he can tell you to do it.

"Good slut." He praises you and you feel your cheeks burning, chanting his name like a prayer. "As much as I love you mewling like a bitch in heat," Zeke shoves three fingers in your mouth, "I need you to shut the fuck up."

You nod, eyes filled with lust and desire as he fucks into your poor cunt. The harder he thrusts, the more you want him, and so you buck your hips, earning a low growl from your stepfather.

"That's right, take it like the whore you are."

You want to ride him, want to scream his name, but you can't, not with your mother upstairs, but at this point, you don't even care if she hears you — all you want is the sweet release of your orgasm that's been building up for some time now. Zeke can feel your need by the way you pant and arch your back, and he decides to let you have it.

"Be a good girl and rub that clit for daddy, yeah?"

You don't waste any more time and do as you're told, frantically touching yourself, clenching your muscles before relaxing them with muffled moans. He seems satisfied by your little performance, slowly pulling his throbbing cock out of your sore, soppy cunt.

"You gonna suck and swallow, love?" He removes his fingers from your mouth, coated in your saliva, drool dripping down your chin.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You answer him eagerly, tentatively falling to your knees and without a warning, you take him into your mouth.

It doesn't take much to make Zeke come — with hollowed cheeks, you bob your head up and down, back and forth, palming his balls and swirling your tongue around his cock and he's putty in your hands. When he's close, he holds your head back so that you don't miss a single drop of his cum and, like the good stepdaughter you are, you swallow the entire load with a smile on your pretty face. Zeke mockingly pats your head and you look at him with glossy eyes.

"Same time, tomorrow?"

"Yes, daddy."

[leftperfectionmoon]

⚠️ includes the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers ⚠️

TFATWS Live Blogging

okay so i really feel bad for john rn (but still i hate him)

"I'M NOT LIKE YOU" i no longer feel bad for this asshole

i'm honestly scared by the way that shield looks now

john give that shield back to sam or i'mma smack you real hard bitch

BITCH DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH SAM

someone please kill john i'm begging

this reminds me of the civil war except I WASN'T SCARED WHILE WATCHING IT

JOHN IS A KILLER HE WAS GOING TO KILL SAM HE'S A KILLER

I'M SCARED

SAM 🤧

seeing torres after this makes me feel a little better

TORRES YOU HUGE FLOOFBALL

"keep them" *insert sad cat meme*

the nerve of this— STOP SAYING YOU'RE CAPTAIN AMERICA YOU'RE NOT

the people who made him that are equally responsible for this

"they do not know what it takes to be captain america" AND YOU DO?????

dude get some therapy

"Val"?? who is she????

I'M SCARED

shit zemo

oh thank goodness

okay I think bucky did the right thing

so this may not be the right time to say this but I SHIP BUCKY X AYO SO HARD

yess isaiah

marvel 👏🏼 is 👏🏼 touching 👏🏼 great 👏🏼 topics 👏🏼

isaiah deserves better that was dark okay

this is so awful BITCH I NEED A HUG

"puppy dog in the rain" uwu

SAM IS LITERALLY THE MOST ADORABLE HUMAN BEING ON THIS PLANET HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE

i love seeing domestic sam

yeaaaahhhhhh buck's back

are those the falcon wings?

sam and bucky are sooooooooooo adorable I can't even—

omg is this what i think is going on XD

"i'm bucky" = joey tribbiani's "how you doin" you can't convince me otherwise

sam's face, bucky's face and sarah's face after that interaction is what i live for

sam and bucky are walking memes

SAM IN THAT RED T-SHIRT 🥵

marvel's reading some serious fanfictions

john's feeding lies to lemar's parents 🔫 they think he's a saint

lemar died saving his ass and this bitch didn't even tell him that he took the serum

soft bucky smiling at sam's nephews please my heart

someone hug bucky please

"u gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are" YASS KING

SAM'S TALK WAS BETTER THAN BUCKY'S THERAPIST'S LET THAT SINK

this episode is giving me the peace that i need

give sam a hug or i will lose it istg

end credits music but sam training *chef's kiss*

oh it's the french dude from the first episode

seriously?! oh wait that's right how dare marvel give some damn peace.

also sharon was talking to a french guy on her call?? i'm sorry?!? what am i supposed to make of that?

edit

AND NOW THEY'RE GIVING AN END CREDIT SCENE

for a sec i thought it's tony building iron man sound

WHAT IS THIS 5 MINUTES CRAFTS FUCKERY GET A LIFE WALKER

[tipsydipsydo]

The hands of a sinner 🔥[M]

Pairing: Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

(The Version of this Idea with a male reader could be found here!)

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Smut!

Warnings: Filthy Language; also filthy Dirty Talk; Hand Kink + Tattoo Kink = Jungkook Hand Tattoos!; Petnames; Daddy-Kink; soft Dom-/Sub-Themes; a freaking lot of teasing; Jungkook is the biggest tease in the international history (he's literally Satan!); fingering; a little bit of Pussy Exhibitionism(?); Squirting (+ a wet bed); mentions of unprotected vaginal sex (stay safe, condoms are there for a damn reason!)

A/N: Just realize how damn sexy his hand tattoos are... even when I don't have usually a thing for Tattoos, especially not on Hands! But... it's Jungkook. That should be explaination enough!

And I think it could be maybe interesting for @h0esvck and @lustfuldevils! Love you😏🔥💕 

Info: Well... I’m pretty embarrassed and I’m so sorry (really hunny!!) to forgot where I got the inspiration from and WHICH LITTLE DEVIL AWAKE THIS DEEP DESIRE AND THIS KINK IN ME! IT WAS @sugarly-laysa​!!! (I think I didn’t want to remember it because your Scenario turned me way too much on... Take this poor excuse as a compliment Sweetheart xD 💕)

Well, you can find the inspiration material aka the work of a very talented devil here!

Summary: Since Jungkook got his hand tattoos, you've found out that they have a stronger effect on you than you would like it. You also have good reasons not to tell him that you are developing a kink for his tattoos. And these reasons getting also confirmed...

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I’ll not accept any kind of reposting, stealing or using/editing my work!

That includes reposting my content on other social media platforms too, even when you link me as the original author.

Thank you.

"Hm, Baby? Why didn't you tell me that you like my tattoos that much?" Jungkook whispers in a teasing tone and laughs softly as you gasp for a breath and observe his calm right hand on your thigh like hypnotized, only his thumb draws small circles on your bare skin. A gesture that's supposed to "calm you down", but it does the exact opposite, causes that your breathing only gets quicker and you have to bite your lower lip in order not to let the whimpering, that is in your throat, comes over your lips.

You really can't remember how you got into this situation right now... but it has something to do with your intense stare at Jungkook's tattooed right hand. Perhaps also with the dirty thoughts that you had in your head at the moment and maybe caused that your cheeks had turned bright red without you noticing.

In any case, you are now with your back to the head of your bed, a Jungkook who's kneeling over you with a knowing smirk and this damn hand, which has put so many indecent thoughts in your head, is on your thigh and is just waiting for it to ruin you.

"T-This here was the reason! I k-knew you would tease the shit out of me and wouldn't let me live with it anymore!", you reply with a trembling voice and press your lips together to let these sinful moans and whimpers where they belongs to. In your mouth and not to let them come over your lips and thus give Jungkook the pure satisfaction and complacency!

But Jungkook knows you, knows how to interpret your facial expressions all too well, especially in situations like this, and he also knows all your other soft spots, which is why it really doesn't help to resist his charm. To your displeasure, you already know that you can't stand it for a longer time anymore.

His hand, exactly this very dangerous hand with all the seductive tattoos, is no longer lying still on your leg, but now is slowly sliding up your thigh. Slips cheekily under the hem of your skirt and head to the center between your legs. You involuntarily hold your breath, longingly expect that his hand will lie on your clothed vulva soon and maybe even slip under the already damp fabric of your panties. But his hand stops at the top of your thigh, so that a frustrated whimper leaves your mouth.

"After such a long period of abstinence so damn needy, Babygirl? If you had said earlier what I should do with this hand, you would have cum countless times with the help of this hand, Princess~", Jungkook whispers in a husky voice into your ear and chuckles again at the end of the sentence. A hot shiver chases down your spine as your boyfriend grabs your earlobe between his teeth and gently tuck on it, before he lets his lips wander down and spread hot kisses on your neck, sucks on your soft skin here and there and leave dark marks.

Meanwhile, your own desire rises immeasurably, little moans leaves your lips, you close your eyes and buck your hips helplessly and desperately up, in the hope that Jungkook will finally let his hand wander into the area where you need him the most. You can't get that damn last sentence out of your head. Then you would've cum countless times with the help of this hand.

Fuck, how many times have you imagined how Jungkook could finger you with this hand, with those damn sexy tattoos on his knuckles. With these deliciously long fingers into your greedy little pussy.

A high pitched moan leaves your throat when suddenly the tips of the fingers of this specific hand caress and tease your clothed pussy lips. A deep growl can be heard from Jungkook.

"Fuck! Baby, already so wet? Already so damn ready to get fingerfucked by Daddy? Getting fingerfucked by Daddy's Hand full of tattoos? Babygirl, I wanna see that facial expression of the emoji on my middle finger on your face when I'm torturing your G-Spot with the exact same finger and gonna make you squirt for me~"

His dirty talk shoots directly into your abdomen, makes this ball of pure pleasure bigger and bigger and therefore makes you more and more restless and needy. "Please...", runs from your lips. You can no longer withstand his touches, his words and certainly not his fantasies about what he wants to do with you. Damn Jungkook!

"Please what? You have to say what you want in proper sentences, my little girl~"

Your cheeks turns into a deeper shade of red than they already are. "P-Please finally fuck me with your fingers! I want you to stuff them into my tight pussy hole and let me cum on your hand... please!"

You whimper and buck your pelvis into his palm, to find some friction and with it, some relief. Jungkook suck a breath in sharply.

"Fuck, you want that? You want me to finger you until you squirt all over my tattoos?" A loud whine fills the room, you furrow your eyebrows together and nod violently, rubbing yourself against Jungkook's hand. "Yes, yes, yes Daddy! I-I wanna squirt all over your tattoos and make them all wet! Please let me cum on your hand!"

Some curses comes out of Jungkook's mouth, suddenly his hand is gone between your thighs, making you whimper out of frustration.

But this tone of your voice changes very quickly into a surprised one, turns the whimpering into a squeak, since Jungkook pulls with two rough yanks at first the pair of panties down and then your skirt.

Now your lower half is completely bare in front of him and instinctively you want to close your legs. But Jungkook is faster.

"Nuh, nuh, nuh! Not so shy my darling when you begged me to finger that pussy of yours just a few minutes ago~", he growls with an unreadable devilish smile on his lips and puts both hands on your knees and presses them gently, but determinant apart. Licks his lips at the sight of your shiny pussylips, glistening full of your arousal. He smirks at you arrogantly, but this kind of arrogance that only makes you even wetter.

To prevent you from closing your legs again, he places himself between your legs and sits on your calves. Spreads his own legs, on which your own legs are laid, a little bit more, so that you're finally completely exposed and lying open in front of him. Pussylips are slightly spreaded and allows a seductive view at your tight hole, what is still clenching around nothing.

With his left hand he supports himself on the headboard and now let his right hand slides down of the inside of your left thigh, until his palm lies on your vulva and his thumb gently strokes your clit.

Whimpering, you're moving forward with your hips, looking for more friction, for touching, just for more! "Please, Kook! Don't tease me!"

"But it's so hot to tease you... to make my stubborn babygirl all whiny just for me~" You're about to start begging for real to get finally fingered, but in that moment he moves his hand down and spread your pussy lips completely open for him, to enjoy the sight of your glistening cunt, just perfectly ready to take two fingers into your sweet hole right at the beginning.

But before he finally going to fulfill this wish of yours, it's still too interesting to see how you react to other plays with his fingers. Like how you flinch and what cute moans he's able to elict from your lips when he rubs the pads of his index and middle finger sideways to your clit.

"D-Daddy, please! I-I need your fingers, your tongue, your cock! I need something of you in my pussy, p-please!", you beg.

Your hands grabs Jungkook's wrist, you think about to lead his fingers into your cunt by yourself.

"So greedy, such a greedy and naughty girl I have here! To be honest, you should get a punishment for your impatient behavior, but this pussy of yours looks so beautiful, so wet and messy... I think I could get over it. But don't think I'll go down easy in you!", he wispers into your ear, when he's fingers finds finally his way into your tiny hole. 

A moan full of relief left your lips and out of primal sexual instinct and need you're bucking your hips up, so his fingers are literally sucked in by your desperate pussy and your tight walls keeps him all way in.

"My Babygirl's pussy is so needy and eager to have tattoed fingers in herself that she wouldn't let me out anymore? So desperate, such a desperate and naughty Princess I have here...", he groans in a deep voice.

"What about I bend my fingers just in the right position for you?~"

As he is saying this, his fingertips reach exactly the right spot and before you realize it, he slamms his fingers into you, make you scream. Hitting your G-spot with every stroke, lets you see stars and your desire to grow infinitely.

"Baby, look! Look down on yourself! Look, how my hand full of tattoos fucks you, how your tiny hole sucks my fingers in, how wet you're already and what kind of mess you already have here between your legs. I'm gonna ruin you so bad baby~ "

As your eyes wander down between your legs, it feels like getting a punch of pleasure straight into your abdomen. He wasn't lying, not at all. Your pussy really sucks his fingers it, you are so wet, your sweet juice is overflowing, this loud lewd squelching sound that are coming out of your cunt, thanks to Jungkooks fingerfucking. The knot in your belly, full of lust is getting bigger and bigger and is not far from bursting. Sounds come from your throat that you don't even know from yourself. And Jungkook also knows that you are not far from cumming.

"Hm? My little naughty Baby is already about to cum? So fast, just from a bit fingerfucking? Just because you see Daddy's tattoed hand is coated all over in his Princess juice? Wanna cum, Babygirl? Wanna squirt all over Daddy's Hand, gushing all that clear pussy cum over Daddy's Tattoos? Being a dirty girl and make Daddy's Hand all wet from your pussy juice and cum? Being a naughty and filthy girl just for me and squirt on my Hand?~ "

"Oh my God Jungkook! Oh my god, I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Come for me, baby! Be a naughty girl for daddy and squirt your juices all over Daddy's hand~"

You only need two more thrusts of his hand to gush all your cum over his hand and whining and sobbing out of pleasure and oversensitivity.

Jungkooks movements slows down and massaging your trembling and shaking legs gently with his other hand to give you some time to find yourself again. But your eyes snaps open, when you hear Jungkook unbuckles the belt of his jeans.

"Jungkook wha-"

"Well princess, seeing you squirting on my hand was pretty hot and my cock agrees to that. The sheets are already soaked with your cum and it's not much time left then it'll be the mattress too. So we will need a new mattress anyway, that's why I thought I could fuck you now properly too and make you squirt again, with this magical hand on your clit~", says Jungkook with a smile of satan and licking complete satiesfied your cum off the fingertips of his right, tattoed hand.

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BlitzStrike Smut Oneshot ;-;

AHAHHAHA OMG so I saw this amazing drawing of Striker in a swag leather outfit and I am totally about to write a seggs scene of Blitz and Striker off of it ;-; I would share the image but out of respect I know some people dont appreciate their art being sexualized, althooouuugghh I did a quick google search of the outfit items so yall can get a better understanding of what Striker's outfit looks like~~

Aaaaaand so basically I think this made a wonderful smut starter for the two XD enjoy lol enjoy bottom Striker cause we don't have enough of him

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Blitz lazily stumbled through his apartment door, throwing his keys and phone on the counter. He headed straight for the fridge, grabbing himself something cold to drink. A long day of work, and nearly a week since he'd last seen his mate, Striker. As tired as he was, he recieved a text from the imp earlier, making him eager and excited.

Be quick to get home, sugar. I'll be waiting~

Since Striker was out on a hitman job it'd been awhile since the two were able to do anything... physical together. (And yes, almost a week without non-phone sex was a long time for them.)

Blitz took a few chugs of his soda before trashing the can, and took off his shoes and jacket as he headed for the bedroom.

"Striker, I'm home!"

"I'm in the bathroom."

Blitz followed the sound of his mates voice through the bedroom and towards their conjoining bathroom. Before he reached for the door knob the door itself opened and Blitz's jaw dropped.

Striker had tight, short black leather shorts on with a fitted black leather jacket. His rock hard abs were exposed to the open air with nothing underneath the jacket, and he had a black o-right choker around his neck.

"I don't get how you wear these all the time," Striker adjusted the choker that was securely tightened around his neck. "I feel like I'm gonna unintentionally choke myself to death--"

Striker's eyes momentarily widened as Blitz aggressively yet subtly pulled Striker close to his face by the ring on the choker. He quickly shifted his expression to a more seductive gaze as Blitz looked him up and down, soaking in the sight of Striker in front of him.

"My hell, babe, you look sexy as fuck," Blitz's breath was hot against Striker's neck. He breathed in a sharp breath as a red finger dragged itself down the side of his face.

"Oh, yeah? Does my new outfit turn you on, sugar?"

"Oh fuck yeah. I might as well fuck you right through those tight shorts of yours."

"Talk about tight~" The two went in for a deep, hard kiss. Their tongues went right for each others mouths as they wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their warm bodies together. Blitz brought a hand down and tightly squeezed Striker's ass, earning a moan against his mouth in response. Never letting go of his grip on the choker, Blitz moved his free hand slowly to the growing buldge at the front of Striker's shorts. He ever so lightly rubbed his crotch. Striker moaned louder and made an attempt to grind up against Blitz's hand, but whined as Blitz pulled away.

"Ah, ah, ah, Stinker. Be patient with me babe."

Striker growled and met his lips with Blitz's again. Blitz led them to their bed, never breaking contact, and sat down as Striker eagerly staddled him.

"No--" Blitz pushed him off and forced him down on his knees. "You're gonna suck my dick like it's the last cock in hell."

Striker's eyes widended. "But Blitz I--" the Envy imp was cut off as Blitz pulled Striker by the choker to his face, yanking harder this time.

"Gag reflex? I know," Blitz gave Striker an evil grin. "Now won't you be a good boy and suck off daddy for me?" Striker tensed under Blitz's grip and narrowed his gaze, but nodded. He watched as Blitz stripped off his shirt and pants with his underwear, his large, patchwork cock springing out. Blitz took Striker by the horns as the paler imp slowly took the full lenghth in his mouth inch by inch. He started bobbing his head, trying to relax his throat as much as possible. Blitz started to thrust, gagging sounds gurgling up in Striker's throat. With that he face-fucked him harder, tightening his grip on Striker's horns as he came closer to cumming.

Striker's throat burned and he desperaely wheezed for air. Giving in he did the signified two taps on Blitz's leg, tapping out of the blow job. Blitz immidiately stopped and gazed down at Striker as he gasped for air and coughed.

"You ok?"

After catching his breath Striker rubbed his throat as he looked up at his mate. "Yeah, yeah. Bit too much for me. You're the blowjob master here," Striker weakly grinned up at Blitz.

"Hah! Well, you got good hands. Why don't you use them, cowboy?" Blitz leaned backed and supported his weight with his arms.

Striker chuckled and shook his head. "As you wish, b--, daddy."

The gruff, aroused voice of Striker's made Blitz squirm as the cowboy wrapped a hand around Blitz's cock and started stroking.

"Mm, yeah buckeroo, you know how it's done," Blitz breathily praised Striker as he started to buck his hips up against Striker's grasp. Eventually Blitz finally had his sweet release, slightly tilting his head back and letting out a deep throat moan. Striker's hand was coated in white as Blitz bucked through his orgasm. Once he finished he bent down and took Striker by the choker again.

"Guess we don't need the lube now we've got my sweet juices to pound your ass."

Striker grinned as he stood up and was finally able to straddle Blitz.

"Ya want me ta bounce on yer dick like I'm ridin' the most furious rodeo-bull in town, bossman?" Striker leaned down and gave Blitz a deep, heated kiss as Blitz ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh fuck yeah, babe. I fucking missed you."

"So did I, darlin'," Striker muttered as he started passionately kissing Blitz again. Blitz slid his hands up Striker's firm torso and slipped his leather jacket off, tossing it to the floor.

Striker whined as he started grinding up against Blitz's hips, the tightness and friction making him harder by the second.

"Mm-- Fuck, Blitz I-- I need it--"

"You need what, babe? Tell me what it is and maybe I'll give it to you," Blitz whispered against Striker's neck before licking from the collar bone up his neck.

"Just fuck me! I need it! I need your cock in my ass so bad right now!"

"If you so desperately need it, Stinker,"

Striker sighed in relief as Blitz undid his belt and unzipped the tight shorts.

"What? You went commando?? That's my thing!"

Striker chuckled as Blitz tore his shorts the rest of the way off. Striker sat up taller on his knees, keeping a steady grip on Blitz's shoulders as Blitz spat on an scissored two fingers inside his hole.

"Nngh, ah," Striker painfully moaned as Blitz finger-fucked him. Blitz soon added a third, going deeper but not hitting his sweet spot just yet. Once he felt he was loose enough, Blitz took out his fingers and Striker's hips were guided down on the crimson imp's dick.

The feeling of being filled made Striker hitch his breath in pleasure. He started to rock himself on Blitz's dick, grunting and moaning at the feeling.

Blitz met Striker's thrusts with his own, quickly forming a brutal pace as he tried to aim for Striker's sweet spot.

"Ah! Hah, hah, harder! Harder Blitz pound my ass harder!"

Blitz obliged and placed both of his hands tightly on Striker's hips.

"Right there! Right there, darlin, fuck!"

Keeping the angle Blitz continued to hit Striker's sweet spot dead on. Striker's grip on Blitz tightened. He was close. He found himself grinding his hard-on agaisnt Blitz's stomach. He felt a lenghtly tail wrap around his cock, moaning louder--and more high pitched--as Blitz stroked him with his tail. Blitz had never heard him moan like this before and fuck was it hot.

"C-close! I-I'm so close Blitz! Fu-ck!"

"Striker! I love you! H-holy shit!"

Both imp's visons whited out as they came together. Their hips and lips sloppily met as they rode out their orgasms, the room filled with the sound of their pleasure-filled screams and the squeeking of the bed beneath them.

Panting, Blitz fell on his back as Striker collapsed next to him. Their tails subconsciously intertwined as their heavy breathing slowed. For awhile they sat in silence, the afterglow of their highs washing over them in a sweet bliss. At one point Striker managed to take off the choker, it was way too tight for his taste.

"I love you too," Striker broke the silence as he lovingly gazed at Blitz. Blitz smiled and scooched himself closer to Striker, cuddling up with his mate.

Striker cuddled himself in as well, their bodies respectively intertwining as they ignored the sweaty, sticky mess of their bodies.

"Dear Satan, I've never heard you get vocal like that before."

Striker blushed as he kissed Blitz's forhead. "Well I ain't ever bern fucked like that before,"

Blitz smiled and kissed Striker's chest in return. They sat silently for another few minutes.

"No more week long jobs. It's too long."

"Agreed."

With no other commentary Blitz purred as Striker gently rubbed circles below his spines. Soon enough they passed out, sleeping deeply in their lover's embrace.

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This took my way longer to write than it needed to be it's almost midnight and i have school tomorrow wtf

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Birthday Gift. Spencer Reid x Reader (Smut)

(A/N: So I've found out Spencer content gets the most attention and hes my favorite so there is no problem here. And no one is making requests. So I'm doing my best. Maybe I should stick to Spencer XD. Anyway. 10 year age gap. Hope you don't mind. Anyway it’s Spencer’s 30th birthday. in this story. Send in some requests!) Word count: 3,000

Spencer was watching (Y/N), they were drinking with Emily and laughing at stupid things. He had been in love with (Y/N) for years. They were a writer who was now working at the BAU as an agent now. He had always found it endearing how they managed to keep writing books while also doing their work as an agent. 'How is someone so stunning, smart, and funny at the same time?' He thought to himself. (Y/N) giggled and walked over sitting in front of him "Earth to Spencer Reid~" They teased as they waved their hand in front of his face. He blushed realizing he'd been staring, and the loud music rushed back into his ears as he was sucked from his thoughts back to reality. The bar, it was a club but he was now 30 and didn't want to admit that, was loud and the music was the absolute worst thing he'd heard. "You good wonder boy?" they asked smiling slightly worried. "Oh yeah!" he called loudly, the music nearly drowning out his gruff voice. They just giggled and nodded "Not my setting" he finished his statement with a chuckle. "Would never have guess" They grinned tauntingly. The playful leer was enough to make his heart melt. Romance was never Spencer's strong point, but for (Y/N), he made a special exception. There were just ways they made him feel human, he didn't like to admit how the others treated him like some alien. "You seem like the introverted type" They smiled "Skipping, what... basically ten years of school does that." they hummed. "did you know that school is actually designed for extroverts along with basically being outdated in the sense of its teaching you how to work for a factory?" he hummed happily "Spence, wonderboy, baaaaaaaby!" they called with a giggle "I love ya facts normally, but I am just a little to drunk to really process what you are saying!" The 24 year old giggled. "Its your birthday, and I respect ya! I do, but everyone is drinking way too much" They giggled. 

"Right. That's the reason you don't wanna listen" He laughed softly. He didn't mind usually being told to stop spewing facts as long as it was (Y/N) telling him. It was a specially thing they had where it wasn't disrespectful or out of annoyance. It was because they genuinely appreciated what he said and just wanted to understand it better. So he had no reason to not listen to them, their relationship was really a wonderful thing and he cherished it. "You know i love you and your facts!" they squealed leaning on him. "Oh I know" he laughed gently kissing their forehead softly, the mostly platonic kiss was always a thing between them. The team always thought of it like a quote "father, child" thing but that just hurt his feelings. The thought that he really never had a chance because he was "too old" for the only person that really understood him. Age gaps were always controversial especially since they saw the grossest of age gaps between an adult and literal children. It made zero sense in his mind as to why they didn't like it, there were much worse things it could be an he certainly wasn't old enough to be her dad. Maybe it was his own fucked up justification for the way he felt but (Y/N) certainly didn't look like a child nor act like one. They had a mature figure, one that if they bent over at just the right angle over a desk, or pouring over a file, or even interrogating he felt he would just about die. They dressed in a very professional way despite their young age just as he had at the same age. They took themselves seriously but also knew when to call it quits or make fun of themselves. They were a perfect blend of human. He stared at their lips, wondering how soft they really were, and questioning why they used a chapstick that gave off such a strong scent that reminded him of sugar, and he wondered if it had a taste, like cherry, or plum. He wondered if he could make their voice crack as he drew circles on their body with his fingers only to touch what really mattered. He wondered if he could make their perfect mouth cry out his name in pure ecstasy how sweet they would feel clenched around his- "-SPENCER!" they squealed laughing "you've been staring into space for at least 7 fuckin minutes" they snorted tapping his nose softly making him blush. "You okay Dr." they asked affectionately. "y-Yeah course I am" he whispered, it wasn't exactly good for their location but they seemed to understand, but he wasn't okay. He was hard, and uncomfortable. He was thankful that the bar could hide it well enough, because the jeans he wore for the sake of his party weren't doing any favors to hide his friend. "You sure? You seem a little uncomfortable" they commented leaning towards him. 

He could practically feel their shaky drunk breath on his neck and god that didn't help. Their body was stunning in the outfit they had chosen, a simple black top with waist high black skinny jeans and dark green and blue painted combat boots. their body retained its beautiful shape clothes taking the shape of them. They way they stared at him brought back all the thought, making him wonder what their hair would look like as he splayed them out on his bed making them bounce and beg for more and more of him. The doctor was seen as no innocent the idea of him having these thoughts was only a fake concept to them. "Just fine. Bar seats aren't the best to sit on" he laughed softly "Then lets dance!" (Y/N) grinned grabbing his hand pulling him out of seat. The music had changed thanks to Emily practically begging to slow dance with the date she had brought. The idea of being so close thrilled Spencer normally but his current situation made it actually impossible to comprehend and made the anxiety of the situation overwhelming. They giggled "I-I'm really not in the mood to dance." he squeaked out "it'll be fun- come o- OH!" they squeaked after pushing close to him to dance they realized just why he was so flustered and uncomfortable. What caught him by surprise, was they didn't pull away. "S-sorry- I tried to be subtle, b-but y-you.... you uh..." he sighed "I just.... need the uh... space to get rid of it.... and if you want to we c-can dance after" He muttered flustered, but (Y/N) didn't move. "(Y/N), are you okay? Y-you haven't moved." he squeaked again as they pushed as closed "Act natural. You don't want the rest of the team knowing do you. If you walk away suddenly they'll know" they said softly swaying with him to the music. He shivered wiggling "you c-can't... shift like that." he gasped quietly "it's..." he mewled quietly turning red. They could have left they didn't have to be so close, they didn't have to touch him, wait, they were touching him, like, hand in the pants, touching! "Bathroom" they whispered in his ear before leaving him literally wanting. He followed after a few moments of shock. This was all very new, he'd only ever masturbated but now he was going to straight to sex in public. Holy shit. He walked in confused hearing the door behind him and lock. He turned only to be pushed against the outside of the stall. "I checked, no one is in here" (Y/N) said quietly getting onto their knees. "w-wh-why?" he yelped quietly "What do you mean?" they asked working his belt glancing up to him. "Why a-are you do-doing this for me?" he stuttered "I want to? duh." they giggled and kissed the top of his pelvis. "N-no, why...?" he panted nearly throwing his head back in anticipation. "Do I need to spell out the fact that I like you?" they purred tugging down his pants "I... I like you too." he whispered pulling them to their feet. "What are you-" they squeaked before Spencer pulled them close into a kiss. Both of them had wanted this for way too long, and so the sweet innocent kiss quickly escalated into a tangled mess of limbs, grabbing, and panting. "Lets go to my apartment, I don't want to do this here." he whispered "I've pictured you too many times to not do this right." he growled kissing down their neck as they mewled "Got it. Thi-think the others will noticed?" (Y/N) questioned before gasping as they were grabbed and slowly rubbed "Do you want to really think about them now?" he whispered nipping their ear softly "god no. I'll meet you there" they whispered pulling back and left to quickly go. Spencer swiftly heeded telling all his friends he was tired. Thankfully they hadn't connected his need to leave to (Y/N)'s and he was gone. 

(Y/N)'s P.o.V

I somehow arrived after Spencer, probably because he didn't have alcohol in his system. I wasn't exactly drunk, just buzzed, but I needed to be careful still. Getting pulled over was no ideal. I made my way up to his floor quickly, Spencer liked me, he liked me and that was enough for me. He had even kissed me, age gap... no age gap, agent, not an agent, I loved him. And I had been since we properly became friends. I personally didn't believe in love at first sight but god I know about attraction and want. I knew what I wanted, and that was Spencer Reid, I'd take him however I could. I came up behind the man himself kissing his shoulder as he struggled with his key. I reached around grabbing him and stroking him slowly. "Hurry up wonder boy." I blew against his ear causing him to grunt "You aren't helping" he groaned bucking up into my hand. "Are you a top or a bottom?" I teased as he struggled more, "I can imagine you on the bed, panting and moaning as I ride your cock." I ran my finger up his shaft slowly causing him to moan "You begging for more. Crying out my name. I bet you couldn't be a top if you wanted" I snapped teasingly. The door flew open and he pulled me in, pinning me against the wall causing a breathy moan to slip through my slightly dry lips. He slammed the door lifting my leg grinding against me. "Are you always such a brat when you're horny?" He moaned softly sucking softly on a spot on my jaw. "And what if I am?" I mewled, before crying out as he slammed against the wall bucking against me teasingly. The clothes being in the way pissed me off slightly. A small string of curses left his mouth "It's fucking hot." He muttered. It was a little shocking to hear to Spencer curse but it was enough to make me shut the fuck up for a second. "God fuck me" I gasped rolling my hips against his needily "you know. You were the only person who didn't get me a birthday present" he hummed softly "M-maybe b-because I planned on something like this" I muttered. It was the truth, I planned on confessing and had a backup present in my car. I knew full well that I wanted to do this tonight, I even put a condom in my pocket. "Wow. Such a naughty whore." I mewled at the sentence, something about Spencer saying that was enough to nearly kill me there. I groaned in pleasure pushing down on his dick. "I want you. I want you so bad!" I dragged my nails down his chest panting already. He groaned picking me up, I used the opportunity to kick my shoes off and he walked us to his room as I worked on throwing off my shirt. He attacked my chest with love bites and kisses as he pinned me to the bed giving me a chance to work at his shirt and belt. "shit" he whispered biting his lip "you look just as good as I imagined you would." he moaned rolling his hips against me once again. The clothes were really on my nerves "off" I hissed, tugging at my own pants "now! please god!" I moaned, I rolled my hips up gasping. "Why should I?" he whispered chuckling. He was so fucking hot like this. His gruff voice just kept making me shiver and I whined "Because I need you too." I moaned legs finally free of my stupid tight pants. Beauty is pain, he sighed "Such a brat" he growled and pulled himself out of his pants making me drool at the sight "I shouldn't-" he began making me whine "-but you're too much to resist" He muttered kissing me. 

I kissed back after a moment of not expecting it, his tongue making its way into my own. Spencer was an absolute god when it came to kissing, as his tongue made it's rounds around my mouth I mewled when it brushed the roof of it. I was so distracted by the kiss I hadn't noticed that he aligned with my entrance until he suddenly shoved into me. I didn't even know he put on the condom but I felt it, mostly him though. I gasped rolling my hips up nearly biting his tongue. He moaned panting "Fuck you're hot" He groaned "tight" he panted softly slowly beginning to thrust into me. I moaned loudly the suddenness of it making my head spin with pleasure "S-Spence!" I moaned as he pushed in and out of me at a slow and steady pace. I melted under him grabbing at his back, his shirt hadn't even come off yet. I wanted it off though. "Off. Sp-Spencer! Please take the shirt off." He moaned, absolute music to my ears, rocking against me taking off his shirt quickly "Such. A. Fucking. Brat" he hissed slamming into me with every word. I cried out eyes rolling back. The sounds of our moans and the slapping of skin filled the otherwise empty room. "Oh fuck!" I cried out running my hands down his chest admiring him lovingly. He may have been skinny but that didn't mean he wasn't built well. His hair fell and framed his face he looked like an actual god. "You're so fucking hot" he groaned and I arched my back with a high cry. "I-I'm- oh god- I'm cumming!" I covered my mouth. "Not. Yet." he groaned pulling out of me as I whined. "N-not fair!" I moaned "Sometimes brats need to be taught a lesson" He growled pulling me off the bed onto the floor. "Open your mouth" he said grabbing my face. I panted and opened my mouth wide. I gasped loudly as he pushed his cock into my mouth. I moaned loudly knowing what he wanted before I was even told. I bobbed my head quickly moaning at every movement and sound he made. "Baby~" he mewled as I ran my tongue up his shaft pulling off for a second to breathe before licking the tip. I pushed forward and started sucking on him again. He groaned in pleasure grabbing my hair. "Good girl. Learning not be a damn brat." He moaned teasingly, I wanted this for so long and the fact it was happening made my head spin, and my eyes roll back. After a long while he pushed me up and grabbed me shoving into me not even bothering to put me on the bed. I nearly collapsed my legs nearly giving out. So he picked me up shoving me against the wall. "Shit baby~ You're so good for me now." He gasped out "You can cum for me baby" he whispered in my ear kissing me again. I cried out loudly wiggling, against him. I bounced quickly against him, cumming and basically spilling out onto him moaning loudly. I pulled back throwing my head back as he continued to thrust into me way too hard. It drove me absolutely crazy. I moaned his name a few more times "I... I can't.. Oh god" I gasped feeling him fill me entirely with his cum. He collapsed back onto the bed with me still in his arms resting on his chest. "Damn..." he whispered against my neck. I only yawned in response, not able to speak. "I... I love you. Not just like." he whispered. "I know it's not the time, but I don't want this to be a one night stand. Or a friends with benefits thing. I want you. I want to be yours. We don't have to talk about this right now. We can talk tomorrow" He whispered earning a tired yawn from me. I gasped softly as he pulled out leaving me feeling empty. And to sleep we went. 

3rd person P.o.V

The next morning (Y/N) had woke up sore and alone. It was strange to them but they smiled as Spencer walked into the room. "Hi." he whispered handing them some pain medicine. "Did you sleep well?" He asked them petting their head and brushing the hair out of their eyes. "hi... I slept great" they mumbled taking it with a hum. "Good. Do you uh, need a shower?" he asked gently "and your clothes are in the dryer." he mumbled shyly. It was a funny thing, how dominate and rough he was, but now soft and shy as usual. It made them smile "I... I really care for you." he whispered "And I want you to be comfortable." He whispered. "I love you too Spencer." I giggled quietly "A shower would be lovely." they laughed a little. Spencer grinned happily "Best birthday present ever"

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A One Time Thing?

Summary: Sure, they've had a fling before, but this time it's a one time thing... isn't it?

Pairing: Javier Escuella x John Marston

Word Count: 2471

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Friends to lovers, Mutual masturbation, Smut, Drinking, P*rn without a plot, Slight angst.

Notes: I’ve never wrote any Jovier before so go easy on me here xD

Neither of them is sure if it's the whiskey that set fire to the fuse of sexual tension that has been burning for months, but both of them had been itching for another encounter. They've locked eyes with each other every day since, usually multiple times a day, and the tension burns a little stronger each time. Not to mention the lowkey flirting and suggestive hints, the way their knees would always rest against each other when they were sat at the campfire, or the way their hands would linger together for a little too long when they split their earnings from a job. The bubble has finally burst tonight. Javier and John had been asked to both be on guard duty tonight; Dutch was being extra cautious since that man recognized Arthur from Blackwater, so better safe than sorry. But instead of patrolling the camp as normal, the two of them had sat by the scout campfire to try and keep warm, seeing as the Heartlands was rather chilly around this time of the year, not to mention the chill from the dead of night. A bottle of whiskey was shared, and one thing always leads to another.

"So needy," Javier tells John between kisses, placing his hands onto his chest as he swings one leg over and straddles John. John automatically bucks his hips up, rutting his hardening cock against Javiers. "So impatient," Javier adds, smiling throughout the kiss. "Can you blame me?" John asks. "I can blame you for not learning patience, yes," Javier replies. "Maybe I'll have to teach you." "Hell, I've been patient! It's been months, you know. You can't shame me for gettin' needy now," John laughs. "Fair play," Javier smiles as he presses his lips to Johns again. Their mouths part within time and their tongues are re-introduced, making John whimper. Javier knows too well how much John enjoys that, even more when Javier begins to rut his crotch against Johns. Javiers fingers find their way into Johns hair, gripping his head in place as Johns grabs at Javiers waistcoat, eventually sliding down to grip at his ass. Javier breaks the kiss and tightens his grip on Johns hair, eyes half-lidded as he huskily asks John "You wanna take me, Marston?" "Please," John sighs. The last time they'd ended up like this, all they managed to do was jerk their cocks together whilst a finger found its way into Johns ass, though he couldn't take much more. But Javier had spent countless nights whispering Johns name into the dark as he prepped himself, moving past that new burning feeling, and was now hungry to finally take him. "Good," Javier replies. He shuffles back ever so slightly so he can reach down and begin to unbutton Johns pants, John watching him with a grin, though his smile fades into a moan when Javier pulls his length out and begins to slowly stroke him. Sure, maybe the two of them shouldn't be doing this on the edge of camp. For once, nobody else is awake, nobody is awake drinking or spending their time by the campfire rather than sleeping. And if somebody were to wake up, then hopefully they'd notice the disturbance before it noticed them. John sighs again, lying back against the log. His eyes flick between watching Javier stroke him, to admiring that smug expression Javier has on his face. Or what John can see of his face as Javiers back is facing the campfire, his face dark and a handful of loose strands of hair covering his face. John reaches forward to unbutton Javiers pants, thankful that the two of them had taken their gunbelts off a long time ago. He pulls his length out and after a slow pump, a bead of precum falls from Javiers cock straight onto Johns, making John moan a little louder than he should have. "That it? Is that all I need to do to make you whine like that?" Javier teases. "It was hot, alright?" John shrugs. Javier lets out a laugh before telling John to "come here." He shuffles his hips forward and pushes them down so his cock presses against Johns. Javier moves Johns hand away and replaces it with his own, stroking their cocks together whilst slowly rutting his hips. Javiers hand barely wraps around them both; they both feel so heavy, rock-solid, and similar in size. John watches hungrily, his hands resting on Javiers thighs, slowly trailing up to grab his ass again and encourage his hips to grind down a little harder. "I ain't gonna last long if you keep doin' that," John tells him. "Already?" Javier mocks. "Alright," he shakes his head, letting go of them. John whimpers but watched eagerly as Javier de-mounts him, spinning John around so he can lie beside the log he was just leaning against, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches Javier move down his body. John has to bite his bottom lip to keep himself quiet when Javier ducks his head down and swirls his tongue around the tip of Johns cock, Javiers hand lazily stroking him as he focuses on the tip. He soon takes Johns length into his mouth, only because John was whimpering like a poor puppy. His whimpers quickly turn into moans, and he bites his knuckles to try and keep himself quiet. "Cállate," Javier tells John. "Be quiet. You wanna get caught?" "Javier, I'm sorry," John mumbles, his knuckles still pressed between his teeth. Javier tuts him and rolls his eyes, but moves his mouth back onto Johns length. His hand works the base where his mouth can't quite reach, whilst his tongue rubs along the underside of his shaft. Every so often, Javier pops his mouth off just so he can swirl his tongue around Johns tip, his eyes opening so he can lock them with Johns, who looks like he's about to explode from the sight. The campfire continues to crackle and burn, highlighting all of Javiers features, reflecting off his raven black hair and tanned skin. The sight of him alone is enough to make Johns heart flutter, but the lighting seems to make his stomach turn, as well as making his cock throb. Javier moves off Johns cock for a moment, quickly shuffling his pants down to his thighs, exposing his ass and length. He leans forward towards John, placing two of his fingers on Johns lips. "Suck," Javier orders, and John does so in a heartbeat. He slicks Javiers fingers up, a trail of spit hanging from his mouth as Javier eventually pulls his fingers out, the trail soon breaking as Javier moves his fingers down so he can begin to prep himself. The position is a little awkward, but Javier manages to pop Johns cock back into his mouth whilst he fingers his own ass. "Shit! Javier, that's really hot," John sighs, reaching one hand down to brush Javiers hair from his eyes and hold it off his face. Javier doesn't reply, but he does flick his eyes up to meet Johns again. He can feel Johns length twitch in his mouth as his eyes lock onto Johns, and this time, John lets out a moan that is loud enough to wake anybody nearby. "Javier, I'm gonna-" "Do it," Javier cuts him off. "Means you'll last longer when you slide into me." John whimpers in response, his balls emptying the second Javier puts his mouth back onto Johns cock. Javier always seems to surprise John, as he pulls off his cock and swallows his load, licking his lips afterward. John sighs again, feeling like putty in Javiers hands. He sits upright, stealing a kiss from Javier, the flavour of his load strong on Javiers lips but John doesn't mind. "You ready, my love?" John asks as he breaks the kiss, well aware that Javiers still prepping himself. "I didn't know I was your armor, John," Javier replies with a grin. "I- that didn't mean to slip out, alright?" John stutters, realizing what he'd just called Javier. "I'm ready for you, niño bonito," Javier replies as he slips his fingers out, wiping them off on his thigh. "N-Nio what?" John asks with a laugh. "It doesn't matter, come on," Javier says as he urges John up. Javier shuffles about, positioning himself against the log. His elbows are resting on it, knees slightly apart, and looking over his shoulder at John, who seems frozen in the moment from the sight of Javier waiting patiently for John to enter him. "I know it's cold out, but you can't be frozen already, can you?" Javier teases, snapping John out of his gaze. "Can a fella not admire you, huh?" John shakes his head as he moves behind Javier, lowering his own pants around his thighs and taking the base of his cock in his hand. "You can do your admiring when you're inside of me," Javier says, still looking over his shoulder at John, who lets out a moan in response. Johns eyes move from Javiers so he can line himself up, slowly pushing inside, using Javiers spit as lube. There's a slight burning sensation when John enters, but Javiers prepped himself well enough so that after a few minutes of some extremely slow thrusting, John can begin to pick up the pace. John tries to keep it down but he's been waiting for this for far too long; the sound of skin against skin can be heard, along with their hushed moans. He's not thrusting too hard or deep, worried that Javier is still hurting slightly, but John soon realizes he's not when Javier looks over his shoulder at him. "That all you got, Marston?" Javier asks, making Johns cock throb. "If you don't want me to hold back, then I won't," John shrugs. "Good. Don't." John takes a firm grip on Javiers hips, his fingertips pressed firmly, almost tight enough to leave bruises. Javiers head snaps forward as he lets out a choked moan, feeling Johns cock hit his core as the other man finally stops holding back. There's nobody awake to see them like this, and if for any reason, somebody does, then they're certain that person will mind their business and go wash the image away with a few bottles of liquor. Johns eyes flick between watching his cock enter Javier, to admiring the way Javier is gripping onto that log for dear life. Javier lowers himself onto his elbows, his head struggling to stay up, letting out moan after moan as he screws his eyes shut. "Head up, darlin'," John orders him as he reaches forward and takes hold of Javiers hair, slipping off his hair tie so he can brush his fingers into Javiers dark locks and pull his head up. He keeps a firm grip on Javiers hair as he pounds him, moving his body to the side slightly so Javiers face comes into his line of view. Javiers mouth remains parted, but his eyes flick open to catch Johns. "John," Javier moans, making Johns cheeks turn red. "Javier," John moans back, though it sounds slightly like a question. "You close?" Javier asks. "Yeah," John replies with a small nod. "Good," Javier replies as he reaches down between his legs and begins to jerk himself off, still propping his body up with his other elbow resting on the log. "Shit," John sighs as he leans upright, removing his hand from Javiers hair and moving it back onto his hip. John picks up the pace of his thrusts again, knocking against that spot inside of Javier almost straight away. A whimper escapes Javiers lips as he mumbles "do that again." So, John does, managing to roll his hips perfectly so he hits Javiers prostate with every thrust. "Ah!" Javier moans. "John," he whimpers again, leaning his body down so he's practically draped over the log, his muscles far too weak to hold his weight up. "Wish you could see how good you look right now," John tells him. "Why don't you continue to show me how good I look instead, hm?" Javier asks as his eyes peek over, looking over his shoulder at the man sheathed inside of him. "Shit," John sighs at his comment. "Where can I-" "-Inside," Javier tells him as he cuts his question off. "You sure-" "-Yes," Javier says with a nod, cutting him off again. John can't complain, and he definitely doesn't want to. Another few thrusts and John's spilling his load inside of Javier with his name escaping his lips. Javier follows shortly after, his load hitting the earth below and the log he's leaning over. They're a panting and sweaty mess, their hair clinging onto their foreheads. John finally pulls out and gets to his feet, looking around the campfire for his hat as he pulls his pants up. Javier was smart enough to place his hat down on the stool, so he's dressed before John. "Here," Javier says as he places Johns hat on his head after watching him search for it despite it being straight in front of him. "Thanks," John replies. Their eyes meet and in sync, the two lean in to kiss but both stop themselves. Tension can be felt in the air, but John breaks it as he steals a kiss from Javier, who melts into his touch. "Come on, you. Gotta go wake up whoever's next on shift," Javier tells him as he breaks the kiss. "Alright, alright," John says with a shrug, walking a little too closely to Javier as they stroll back into camp. Javiers about to kick the foot to wake up whatever poor soul is next on shift, but John quickly stops him. "Hey..." he trails off. "Is this a... eh... one time thing? Again?" John finally asks. "You tell me," Javier shrugs. "You've got a family, John. Can't be getting too caught up in this mess," Javier says under his breath, quiet enough not to wake anybody. "Yeah, you're right... well..." John trails off as he stares at the ground, trying to find the right words to say. "We'll just see what happens, huh?" "Indeed, we will," Javier replies. Johns about to speak again but Javiers already kicked the camp members' foot, waking them from their slumber. John is quick to turn heel and walk off to his tent, looking back at Javier as he talks to them. This is a mess, isn't it? The way John looks at Javier, and those expressions Javier sends back his way. Maybe in another life, things will be different. But for this life, John has a family to focus on, though he can't help being tempted by the sin that is that man. John will just have to wait and see what happens.

[julesthequirky]

It Started With A Beer

Summary: Sam and reader meet in a bar, not much to it, other than smut ensues.

Sam x Reader

WC: 1890

Warnings: smut, language and cheesy lines. XD

Beta read by @tvdspngirl314​ :)

A/N: Originally written for a challenge CarryOnCap500, I thought I’d lost this after recreating my account. So glad I found it! 

Feedback is GOLD! If you like it, reblog it! Cheers!

It started with a beer. Just one beer. In a shithole dive bar. Hotter than hell outside. He drank Bud Light, and you drank Corona. Soft classic rock played on the jukebox and he looked good in Levi’s and that grey t-shirt outlining every droolworthy muscle on his sculpted body. He wasn’t around from here, you could tell. Light stubble peppered his jaw and chin, and you were instantly interested.

He watched you across the bar.

“I see you eyein’ the Deputy’s daughter.”

Sam tore his eyes from you and turned to who had spoken. He was an older gent. Probably a patron.

“Deputy’s daughter?”

“Ayuh, boy. Could put a quarter in that girls back pocket n’ tell if its head or tails.” He drank his beer.

“Good to know.”

“You looking to knock boots with her, or sumthin’?”

Sam shook his head. He couldn’t believe the nerve of some people.

“You ain’t around from here are ya?”

“No, sir.”

“What you doin’ around here?”

“Just passing through.”

The patron grunted and turned back to drinking his beer. Sam directed his attention to where you were but had found you were now gone. He sighed and carried on drinking.

“Another one for me, Bill.”

He hadn’t noticed you move across the bar to get closer to him.

“Coming right up.”

You took up a stool beside the man with shaggy hair.

“Here ya are.” Bill said not particularly looking at you. He’d had more encounters with your daddy than anyone else and didn’t particularly want anymore.

Mmm Corona. Your favourite. Your daddy drank it when he was feeling frisky and your momma too. They’d have just the one, whilst you had four.

You looked beside you. He was drinking Bud.

“Hey.”

You watched him turn his face to you in surprise. He looked just like an adorable puppy then.

“Hey.” He answered.

He was even better looking close up. He smiled and you took a sip of your beer.

“I haven’t seen you around before, must be new.” You commented.

His lips were at the bottle top and curved into a smile before taking a sip of beer.

“No, I’m not new, I’m just passing through.”

“Aw. Shame. You got time before you run?”

He looked at you. “You like that with all the guys or-”

“Just the ones I like.” You finished.

“Oh yeah? You see anyone you like?” He had a small smile gracing his lips, his whole body turned to you resting his elbow on the bar.

“Oh honey, I’m looking right at him.”

His smile grew. You had a smirk playing on your lips and a glint in your eye. He ignored everyone around him, solely focusing on you.

It was hot as hell in the bar and he downed his beer, eyes on you the whole time.

He loved your tight t-shirt and cut-off jeans, your ass nearly hanging out.

“You got a name or am I gonna have to call you ‘Pretty Thing’ all night?” he asked.

“You haven’t called me ‘Pretty Thing’ yet.”

“Well, ‘Pretty Thing’, do you have a name?”

Your smile was lazy. “Maybe I just like you calling me’ Pretty Thing.’ You got a name?”

“Sam.”

“Sam…” His name rolled off your tongue.

The chemistry between you both was undeniable and the sexual tension you both emitted was beyond anything else.

 After finishing your beer, you laced your fingers with his and together you walked out the crowded bar. He pulled you to his old pickup. He was tall. Taller than most men and broader.

“Did you drive?” He asked.

You shook your head and got in the passenger side. He smirked and you put your hand on his jean clad thigh.

“Well, hey there, Sugar, someone’s eager.”

You began to slide you hand off his leg, but one of his big hands covered yours and bought it to his inner thigh. Heat pooled in between your legs and you felt that slow burn of desire unfurl in your gut.

“But I didn’t say I didn’t want it.”

You bit your lip.

He started the engine. Excitement and anticipation fluttered in your belly.

He drove. He drove out of the tiny town and you directed him toward an abandoned factory. It was set on a dirt road where you couldn’t be seen or heard, and no one came by. He stopped and you felt your core clench.

You hadn’t had sex in a while. Your daddy drove anyone off within a mile, and none of the locals would even dare to go near you. A one-night stand was exactly what you wanted. No strings. No attachment. Just sex. And he wasn’t a local. Jackpot.

“Out on the back of my truck, baby.”

Your toes curled and you slid open the window to the back. You crawled through and shimmied your way out. Sam stepped out and saw you already in the back. He smiled.

“You sure you want this?”

You nodded.

“Good.”

He stepped up onto the back of the pickup and sat beside you. His large hand cupped your cheek, gently pulling you to face him. His lips found yours and gave you a scorching kiss. He pulled you on him, squeezing your ass, sliding to your thighs. You moaned in the kiss, his fingers touching lightly on your inner thighs. You rocked against him ready and willing. Your sex clenched deliciously.

It was hot in the late afternoon sun, and it felt a million times hotter as your blood heated from Sam’s touch. Your hands moved under Sam’s t-shirt feeling the contours of his pecs and abs. His breathing shallowed. You wanted every inch of this man. You wanted to be on top, underneath him. You wanted to be covered with this man.

You were suddenly flipped, now underneath him. His large deft hands kneading your ass. You writhed underneath, your hands gripping his waist. You whined for more.

“Tell me your name.”

“Y/N.”

Voices

You gave in, moving your hips against his growing bulge.

His fingers trailed a hot path to your clothed sex. Your hips moved as his whole hand covered you.

You pulled at his t-shirt, pushing it up his body. His hand left you to take his t-shirt off. You sucked in a breath and took in his bronzed glory.

“Sam”. You breathed.

His chest rose and fell with every breath. You needed his hand back there.

“I know.” He murmured.

You sat up and his hands pulled your t-shirt swiftly off. He unhooked your bra leaving you bare to him. Your nipples peaked at the change. He cupped one, rolling it in his hand, fingers pinching the nipple. You bucked and moaned. He was toying with you. Making you wait.

Your hands tugged at his belt and a low rumble vibrated his chest as he gave a low chuckle.

“Little Miss Eager.”

You nodded. Yes, you were. You hadn’t had good dick in ages, thanks to your asshole of a father.

“I need-” You started.

“I know what you need.”

His hand left your breast and both hands tugged at your cut-off jeans. You helped him and he swooped them off your legs, letting them fall back. You were in your tiny G-string which barely covered you. His tongue crept to the edge of his lips and you felt yourself slicken. He trailed a thick finger down your stomach to your sex. You watched your breath in your throat. His hazel eyes blown with lust had a predatory hunger in them that left you aching for more.

He pressed you down with his hand, making you lay back on the warm hard bed of the pickup.

You heard a shuffling of material, and you realized he was shucking his jeans off. You didn’t get to take a look as he was over your body before you knew it, his hand gliding a scintillating path back down. Your stomach flipped. A big finger slid past your panty string and dragged it down your wet sex.

Jesus, fuck.

“Mmm, so damn wet for me.”

His touch felt so good. You wanted, no, needed more. Your toes curled as two fingers plunged inside. You cried out. Thank God. Involuntarily your muscles clenched around his fingers, he rested his arm above you. He pumped his fingers in and out of you steadily. You moved your hips desperate to be sated.

It didn’t take long for you to feel that familiar heat tighten in your gut. Your hands gripped the edges of the pickup as your hips writhed, triggering more sparks from your clit. His fingers curled and you cried out, your womb convulsing, had you clenching hard around him and then you were bereft of his touch.

You breathed hard.

“Damn, I was so close” You whined, deprived of your orgasm.

He smiled and licked his lips looking down at you, admiring your nakedness.

He pushed your legs apart and pushed the band to one side.

“I know.”

You felt his swollen head at your entrance.

“Tell me, Y/N, how hard do you like to get fucked?” He asked as he pushed himself inside you. He was thick. Thicker and longer than anyone else you had had, making you shudder in delight.

“Hard.” You sucked in a breath until he was pressing on your cervix. He filled you deliciously and beautifully and needless to say you wanted more.

Sam was good dick. He hadn’t even moved, and you already knew.

He sucked his lower lip and let it pop out.

“You better hold on to somethin’”

Like what?

His hands on your hips held you firmly.

He withdrew and you let out the breath you had been holding.

He slammed into you. Hard was what you wanted and hard was what you were getting. He made nerve endings inside your sex sing.

He set a bruising pace, his hands almost crushing your hips. But you didn’t care. You held onto Sam, your legs wrapping around him as your sex began to buzz. You were already slick but with each stroke you found yourself lubricating around his shaft. His pelvis slammed down on your clit and again you felt the heat coil.

Shit.

Sam shifted slightly, stroking the pebble like spot inside you, setting alight a path of destruction.

The coil inside your gut tightened. Then exploded. Your legs shook as you clenched hard around his cock, soaking him, screaming out, your back arching, hands grabbing hold of him harder.

Sam rode through your orgasm, the snap of his hips were becoming sloppier by the second. He grunted in your ear and then felt the thick ropes of cum spurt inside you, waves of bliss weakening.

He stayed, giving you little kisses on your head, letting you get your breath back as the sweat cooled

“That was something else.”

You hummed in agreement.

“To think, it all started with a beer.”

You laughed and he eased himself out, rolling onto his back. The warm sun kissed your skin.

You turned to look at him.

“How much longer you gonna be here?”

He looked at you.

“For that tight pussy of yours, as long as I wanna be.”

You both stayed there a little longer. Needless to say, Sam never left the backwater town in the middle of nowhere.

[imastrangeone98]

Sloppy

(A/N: the first in a 4 pt smutty mini "series" to celebrate 90 followers! Hahahaha!!)

I kinda see this as an "epilogue" of sorts for early morning, but it doesn't have to be seen as one if you'd like ^_^ but it definitely takes place after lost and found, that is for certain

Ngl I'm actually super proud of how this turned out 😅

WARNING: (most likely) unrealistic and unprotected sex. Plz- in real life use protection and other things. This is a fic so I can have fun how I'd like XD Some very very light angst/fluff if you squint

...I didn't know what gif to use so I just picked at random XD but he cute tho so I guess it works out in the end. Then again, Dante is always cute

Dante had long since lost track of how many times they fucked.

All he knew was that it was long enough for Faith's voice to grow hoarse, and for the tight hole between her legs to get ridiculously sloppy with cum.

He also knew he couldn't stop. Literally. He physically could not stop fucking her.

His dick was still rock hard. And even as sleep tugged at his eyelids, he continued to grind his hips into her, chest to back, nose buried in the crook of her neck, enjoying the lewd squelches that erupted from her cunt with each thrust.

Evidence of the long night they'd shared.

"Baby..." he groaned, licking at her skin. "You still up?"

A soft moan was her only reply. Her hips canted, and his cock sank in just a tad deeper into her already drenched pussy.

Fuck.

He sank his teeth into her shoulder and hooked a hand under her thigh, dragging it over his leg. The slow, wet slap of their bodies meeting sounded louder now.

She let out a low gasp. "Dante..."

"Just one more," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Just one more, angel, please?"

That got her out of her sleepy haze. "You... you said that hours ago..."

"I mean it this time." His thrusts grew faster, but only slightly. He felt the sticky cum splash onto her inner thighs as he resumed stroking her pearl, coaxing her into one last orgasm.

"You said that, too...!" she whined, only to get muffled by a heated kiss.

"Just relax, babe. I got you." He began to piston inside her, unable to get over just how tight she still was. Hours spent pounding her into the mattress, shooting load after load of his love deep inside her womb, yet she still held on with a vice-like grip.

Fuck. She was so warm. How long had it been since he'd felt this warm?

It made him oddly sentimental. For one split second, old memories of a cold office and an empty bedroom flashed behind his eyelids.

She felt it. He knew from the moment he felt her hand slide through his hair.

"Hey..." she croaked. "Are you...?"

"I'm okay." He was quick to reassure her, and just as quick to buck against her sweet spot. A long, raspy moan spilled from her lips, and it sent a jolt of heat running down Dante's spine.

More cum sloshed out of her. So sloppy. So delicious.

His eyes were locked onto the large bulge that protruded from her stomach with each roll of his hips.

She was so tiny. Sometimes he wondered how she managed to fit him.

But not for long. Her velvety walls squeezed tight around him, and he cursed. More cum oozed out of her, coating his fingers with their combined slick. He fought the urge to bring them to his mouth for a taste.

He could always have his fill of her later.

"Dante..." she moaned. Fuck, she had such a sweet voice. "I can't... Too much...!"

"Yes, you can." He kept pounding inside her, desperately chasing for the high they both needed.

"I- I'm so full..."

Some dark part of himself whispered no, she wasn't full enough. She needed to feel his essence run down her legs with every step she took; she needed to reek of his scent from head to toe. Every inch of her skin needed to be branded by his teeth so anyone looking at her would just know she belonged to him.

He sucked in a deep breath, pressing a kiss to her bare skin. "I know. Just one more."

"Please..."

"One more."

He bit into the back of her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. And he felt her tighten around him as she came, to the point where it was impossible for him to resist falling over the edge himself.

His vision turned white. The pressure in his gut lessened as he pumped yet another hot load inside her overstuffed cunt. He ignored the way half of it soaked his hand and sack, choosing to simply fuck some of it back inside until Faith whined from the overstimulation.

He kissed her. She tasted of salt and leftover ice cream.

It was absolutely addicting.

Dante pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the hot air of their bedroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the slightest hint of daylight.

Faith's beautiful golden eyes were glazed with pleasure, and she dreamily reached up to stroke his cheek. "I love you."

"Love you too," he murmured, pressing a kiss to wherever he could possibly reach- her cheeks, eyes, nose, lips- before pulling out from her snug heat.

She winced beside him. "Ouch."

"Sorry." No, he wasn't.

With a grunt, he shifted her from her side to her back, and he crawled to kneel between her legs. "How bad is it?"

A soft groan escaped her throat, and she drowsily dragged a pillow to her chest. "Sleepy... Check tomorrow...?"

He couldn't help a small, exhausted laugh. "I'll be quick. Promise." And he pushed her knees apart.

The skin of her inner thighs glistened with spilled seed. More of it dripped down from her hole, and when he dared to widen it slightly with his thumbs, an impossible amount of the liquid gushed out- a never ending stream of white cream.

She smelled like she was his.

...

...He was hard again.

Shit.

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A/N: I actually managed to write this in one day, and im very surprised at myself. When I wrote my two very first smuts, it took me a WHIIIIILE to finish just cuz I got super embarrassed 😅

Also why do I feel like this is exceptionally more filthy than the others? Is it cuz I just skipped straight to the smex???

[amoosewritesfanfic]

One Last Hit +18 |2b|

One Last hit +18

[Part 2b]

[+18]

[Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader]

[Mafia Bakugou X Stripper Reader]

[All art and characters belong to original creators.]

[All characters are aged up]

[Warnings: rough sex, alcohol, violence, mentions of blood,]

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When you two climbed out the car he didn't say anything but he grabbed your wrist.

His grip was tight.

"You're hurting me..." you said your arm was tensed.

Silence.

You've never seen him like this.

It would be odd to say it was slightly arousing to see him pissed off.

He dragged you up into the bedroom and threw you onto the bed, a whimper escaped your lips.

He pulled off his shirt and got on top of you, pressing his lips against yours. Hands feeling up every inch of your body, but looking for the zip to your dress. Once he found it he pulled it down and took the dress off you throwing it off to the side.

He broke the kiss, trailing kisses along your throat as his hand groped your breast through the red bralette. His other hand moving to the underside of your knee, pushing your leg apart and up against your chest as he trailed kisses and bite marks along your skin.

You whimpered quietly as he squeezed your thighs.

He moved down and kissed your thighs, sucking on your skin, leaving marks on your thighs and on your ass.

You had forgotten about it, but when you looked down at your breasts and thighs you noticed the blood smeared on your skin.

"Kat-... ah~" his tongue dragged along your panties making you moan.

"Daddy..." he grumbled.

"D-daddy the blood..."

"You're such a slut, you really got turned on from me beating that guy up..." he said as he ripped off that lace pair of panties that he picked out for you.

"N-no.. it was from when you... when I was sucking you off..." you moaned as his finger slid into your pussy.

"Don't lie~ you weren't this wet..." he mumbled as he nibbled on your clit, it made your hips buck slightly.

"What a little horny slut... watching me beat the shit out of someone really does turn you on.. does the sight of blood turn you on?" He asked as he spoke his voice got deeper, sexier even...

It made your walls clench down on him.

"What a big slut~♡"

"N-no.. it's not... ah~♡" you couldn't even form a sentence, his fingers pumped faster inside you, he was hitting your sweet spot over and over.

You were gripping onto the pillow, your head tilting back, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, your moans were becoming louder and louder.

"You gonna cum my pretty slut?~" he cooed.

"G-God... yes... f-fuck daddy you're gonna me c-cum...~♡" you moaned out as your pussy walls tightened around his fingers, he gave a few more pumps before you started squirting your love juices all over his hand.

"Theres a good little slut~" he said as he let go of your leg and kissed your lips before pulling back and unzipping his pants, pulling off the rest of his clothes, his cock was fully erect and it even twitched slightly.

He stood up but he picked you up and had your head hanging off the foot of the bed.

"My pretty little slut is gonna get her throat fucked~" he said as his finger tips trailed along your throat causing you to shiver.

"Open wide~" he said, he held his cock in his hand as you opened your mouth, your cheeks were slightly flushed.

He slowly eased his tip into your mouth, you ran your tongue over his tip, tasting a little bit of his precum before he slid in the rest of his cock.

When it hit the back of your throat you couldn't help but gag slightly, but he didn't stop there, he pushed his cock all the way down your throat.

It caused your eyes to water but it didn't stop him, his hand gripped your throat.

You gagged slightly but the moment he started thrusting harshly as if he was taking his frustrations out on you.

His balls smacking against your head, your tongue rubbed against his shaft as his thrusts became harsher, your drool was falling down your cheeks and coating his balls and shaft

"Look at that, my little slut is a drooling sloppy mess~" he groaned as his hips didn't stop their movement.

His free bloodied hand lifted and smacked at your breasts which caused your hips to buck.

His harsh hits and thrusts were driving you wild, it made your body tremble in delight.

"Fuck... it feels like your throat is tightening around me with each thrust baby~" he groaned as his hips moved faster, but he pulled out letting you catch your breath, smearing your drool all over your face with his cock.

Without warning he shoved himself back into your throat thrusting away as if it was your pussy, his hand still smacking at your breasts, but he had even started smacking your pussy, causing your legs to squeeze together, but he pulled your legs apart.

"Dumb little sluts are only good for stuff like this~" he groaned as his thrusts became harsher causing you to gag more.

Your drool even spilling onto the ground and you knew he was about to cum you could feel him twitching in your mouth.

With a few more thrusts he gripped your throat and released his salty load down your throat.

His head tilted back as he rode out his orgasm before pulling out, your tongue was slightly out your mouth as you panted heavily.

Your body trembling as you tried to catch your breath.

"Fuck princess~" he cooed happily.

"You really know how to lift daddies spirits~ let's get you cleaned up." He said.

Picking you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom.

He cleaned you up, feeling up your body occasionally as he peppered your skin in kisses.

─

When you two had finished cleaning up and changed into more comfortable clothes he even made you coffee.

"Are you okay...?" You asked him.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" His back was facing you so you couldn't see his expression.

But his voice was filled with pain, no betrayal.

"I'm just wondering after..." you paused.

"I'm fine, don't stress out about me for no reason, it's just someone who was close to me... but he betrayed me in the end. It's nothing." He said.

He picked up his phone after it vibrated.

"Fuck... I gotta go. Stay here... I'll take you out tomorrow.. okay?" He said as he went over to you and gave your forehead a kiss.

"Be safe..." you said looking up at him.

"I will." He said.

He went off leaving you to your own thing, you decided to take a nap, you felt tired from your day, unlike when you were at the club, this felt like a new kind of exhaustion.

─

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[I got some really good responses for part 1! So heres part 2, part 3 will be coming soon too! ❤😊 also it's been split up into parts because apparently I wrote too much XD]

[Part 1]

[Part 2a]

[Part 2b]

[debbiechanclub]

Best Two Out of Three, Part 7

So I REALLY wanted to get this posted yesterday for Hangman’s birthday... but I had a hell of a time figuring out how to end it, so I didn’t make it. BUT. I’m very happy with it. And it’s LONG. I actually got a little hot and bothered writing part of this... so I think y’all will like it, too XD. Lots of fluff and drama. 

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 7/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC and Adam Page x OFC

Warnings: Cursing and some sexual language

Word Count: 4k

Catch up on previous parts here.

Alex awoke early the next morning. She tried to turn over and fall back asleep, but her brain wouldn’t let her. She couldn’t stop thinking about Kenny.

He’d held her hand the entire drive back to the hotel last night. She remembered him kissing her knuckles and butterflies exploding in her stomach. He’d walked her back to her room, and she’d reached up and wrapped her arms tight around his neck. She’d wanted so badly to kiss him, but she hadn’t. He’d held her close and was reluctant to let her go. He’d been the last thing on her mind as she’d fallen asleep, and now he was the first thing on her mind this morning. That had to mean something.

She looked at the clock. It was 8:17 a.m. Kenny was undoubtedly awake; he never slept in. She crawled out of bed and moved quietly into the bathroom, doing her best not to wake Chuck as he slept in the other bed. She brushed her teeth, cleaned up her smudged makeup that she’d neglected to remove the night before, and tamed her bed-head. And then she slipped out the door, still her pajama shorts and t-shirt.

Kenny was on the same floor; he’d told her his room number last night. She arrived at his door, and she took a deep breath and knocked.

It wasn’t too long before he answered. He smiled when he saw her. “Hey. I was just thinking about texting you, but I didn’t want to wa—”

She cut him off with a kiss. It surprised him at first—but then he wrapped his arm around her and drew her closer. “Well good morning to you, too,” he smiled against her lips.

She flushed as she pulled away. “You said if I still felt this way tomorrow that we could talk. Well, it’s tomorrow, and I’m sober, and I still feel this way. So here I am.”

She fidgeted as she spoke, suddenly self-conscious. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if she’d just made a huge idiot of herself? Maybe she should just go.

But then a grin broke out over Kenny’s face. “Come here,” he said, and he kissed her as he pulled her into the room, letting the door fall closed behind her.

* * * * * * * * * *

The next day, Alex laid on the couch in her den, watching TV but not really paying attention. Her thoughts were everywhere—good, bad, anxious, excited. And every single one of them was about Kenny.

They hadn’t talked yesterday morning. At least, not with any words, they hadn’t. They’d let their bodies do the talking. They hadn’t been able to undress each other fast enough as they’d blindly stumbled to the bed, getting lost in each other’s touch. Alex had dug her fingernails into Kenny’s skin, not caring how loud she was; he’d felt even better than she remembered. And when they were done, they’d gotten in the shower and done it again. It had been awkward as fuck going back to her and Chuck’s room with wet hair and that telltale flushed-with-sex glow. Thankfully, he’d spared her the embarrassment of asking any questions or making any comments. It was obvious what had happened.

But, after that, she and Kenny had basically gone their separate ways. They’d considered riding to the airport together but decided against it; Kenny was already going with the Bucks and Alex with Trent, Chuck, and James, and they both agreed it would be better not to draw any attention to themselves until they figured things out. But now that Alex was back home, all alone with her ruminations, she was starting to freak out about what exactly that meant.

She snatched her phone from the coffee table. She needed to talk to someone—and Adam was the only person she could go to with this. She typed up a text—Hey, can I call you?—and hit send before she could think better of it. It was less than a minute before he responded.

Yeah, give me a minute and I’ll call you.

She bit her lip, nervously waiting. When he called a couple minutes later, it was a FaceTime call. She hadn’t expected that; but she answered anyway. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he echoed. He had his hair pulled back and his glasses on. She’d seen him like that a million times before, but it still caught her off-guard. “What’s up? Is everything alright?”

“Is Callie around?” The question came flying out of her mouth without warning, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the strange look Adam gave her. But she needed to know. She didn’t want to risk Callie hearing any of what she was about to say.

“No; she went out for a run,” he answered. “What’s going on, Alex?”

She looked off into the distance, unsure how to begin. As much as she didn’t want to, it would probably be best to just spit it out—like ripping off a Band-Aid. “I slept with Kenny yesterday.”

Adam’s eyes widened behind his glasses. “Well that’s definitely not what I was expecting you to say.”

“I know.” Her cheeks flushed again as she brought a hand to her face. “Please don’t judge me.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. I’m just… surprised. Did you leave the party with him?”

“No,” she answered with a shake of her head. “Well—actually yeah, I did. But not like that. He gave me a ride back to the hotel, but I slept in my room. But then the next morning I went up to his room and… yeah.” She didn’t say any more after that. He could fill in the blanks well enough on his own.

“So…” he trailed off, clearly trying to get his thoughts together. “Was it just a spur-of-the-moment hookup, or…?”

Alex let out an anxious huff. This was the part she’d wanted to talk to him about. Because, honestly, she had no idea. “I don’t know. I mean yeah, I ran up to his room and jumped his bones without really thinking. But before we left the arena Thursday night… he practically admitted that he still has feelings for me. But we haven’t talked about it. We didn’t really have a chance.”

She frowned. In truth, she and Kenny hadn’t said much of anything at all to each other since she’d left his room yesterday morning. She’d texted him to let him know that she’d made it home, and he’d responded in kind—but that was about it. She had no idea what he was thinking or feeling about everything, and that didn’t sit well with her. At all.

“Well, do you still have feelings for him?”

Adam’s question cut through her thoughts like a knife. But, unfortunately, she didn’t have an answer for him. “I don’t know,” she admitted. It made him frown.

“Well then I don’t know what to tell you, Alex. You and Kenny need to sit down and figure things out.” He paused. And then he added, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

Alex faltered when he said that. No one knew more about what she’d gone through with Kenny than Adam; he’d been the shoulder she’d cried on throughout the whole ordeal. And now here she was a year later, crying to him about Kenny all over again. He was probably sick of it. It had probably been a mistake to burden him with it again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you with this,” she abruptly said. “I need to figure out my shit on my own.”

His brow furrowed. “What? Alex, you’re not bothering me with it. You can talk to me about anything—you know that.”

“I know I can,” she breathed. “But you and Kenny are the tag team champions and you just started getting along again, so the last thing I want to do is put you the middle between us. Plus, there’s the match with Callie in a few days and with everyone being at ringside… it’s just a giant fucking mess.” She let out a frustrated huff. She could only imagine how pathetic she looked. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately and now with Kenny… it’s just a bit much.”

“So try not to think about it,” he said.

She gave him a flat look. “Really, Adam. Do you know me?”

He smirked. “Yeah, I do know you. But seriously. Kenny made you an option last time, so don’t give him your time or energy if he’s not gonna give you his. You deserve better than that.”

Alex bit her lip again. She knew Adam was right. But it was easier said than done. “I’ll try.”

“You better,” he returned, and she offered him a smile.

“Well, I’ll let you go,” she said. “And I doubt I have to ask, but please don’t mention any of this to Callie. I don’t want to give her any more reason to think Kenny’s gonna sabotage her on Wednesday.”

“Come on, of course I won’t mention it,” he assured. “I’ll see you at Dynamite.”

“Yeah, see you then,” she said, and she ended the call—trying, and failing, not to think about Kenny.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was the night of Alex’s hotly anticipated match against Callie. And as Alex laced up her boots in the Best Friends’ locker room, she felt like she might hurl.

“You alright, Alex?” James suddenly asked. “You look pale. I mean, more so than usual.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. I’m just nervous—more so than usual.”

That was the honest-to-goodness truth. Alex always got nervous before her matches; the good sort of nervous, fueled by excitement and adrenaline. But this wasn’t the good sort of nervous. This was the jittery kind of nervous, the kind fueled by anxiety and fear. She had no idea what was going to happen out there, with Callie or Kenny. And honestly—she was worried to find out.

But James waved her off. “Don’t be,” he reassured her. “Just keep a level head and you’ll already have Callie beat. Plus, Chuck and Trent will be out there to put a stop to any shenanigans.”

Alex glanced at Chuck and Trent across the room. Chuck didn’t say anything; but Trent cut her a look. “Kenny, too,” he lowly added.

She frowned and went back to lacing up her boots. Ever since Friday, Trent had been downright cold to her and Chuck had been distant. Alex wasn’t an idiot—she had a feeling she knew why they were acting that way. But she really didn’t want to open that can of worms right now.

Her phone suddenly chirped from where it sat next to her on the bench. It was a text. From Kenny. She bit her lip as she opened it. Hey. Come meet me in production.

That was all it said. It made her nervous all over again. But she’d waited five long days to see him again, so she finished lacing up her boots as quickly as she could and hurried out the door without a word.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way through the halls. She walked faster the closer she got, and when she walked into production and saw Kenny, she exploded with nervousness. The good kind.

He smiled when he saw her. “Hey. Wow—is that new gear?”

She bit her lip as he looked her over. “Yeah. Does it look okay?”

He shook his head. “Don’t ask stupid questions. You look unbelievable,” he returned, and he pulled her into a kiss. Alex wrapped her arms around his neck as he led her back further into the room, behind the monitors. They were alone—but they could use some extra privacy.

Kenny nipped at her bottom lip as he pulled away. It was torture. “I missed you,” he breathed.

She smiled up at him. “I missed you, too.”

“Yeah? That’s good to know,” he smirked. “I wanted to see you as soon as I could. We never did have that talk I promised.”

Alex unwound her arms from his neck as she looked sheepishly down at the floor. “No, we didn’t.”

Just like he had the night of the party, Kenny reached up and brushed her hair away from her face. She looked back up at him. His voice came out soft and sincere as he spoke. “I’m sorry I haven’t said much since Friday. But everything I could think to say to you felt better said in person.”

Alex’s breath caught in her throat. She had absolutely no idea what he was about to say, but he had her complete undivided attention.

“I don’t want this to be like the last time,” he said. “I don’t want you to have any questions or doubts about how I feel or what I want. I want you, Alex. I want to be with you. And I want you to be with me. I want to do this right.”

Butterflies burst in Alex’s stomach, overwhelming her. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but it hadn’t been that. She didn’t know what to say.

“But you don’t need to give me an answer right now,” he assured her. “I understand if you need some time to think about it, and we can take things as slow as you want… if you even want to take them with me at all.”

 Alex didn’t say anything. Instead, she pulled his lips against hers. Kenny eagerly returned the kiss, holding her as close as he could, tangling his hand in her hair. They didn’t break apart until they needed to breathe.

“I don’t need time to think about it,” she said. “But I do think slow is good. Especially with the match tonight.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I thought about that. If you want to lay low for tonight, it won’t hurt my feelings.”

“It’s probably for the best,” she pouted. But Kenny tilted her face toward his and kissed her again.

“It is,” he agreed. “I’ll be as neutral as I can be out there tonight. Deal?”

She beamed up at him. “Deal.”

“Good,” he said, and she closed her eyes as he kissed her gently on the forehead. Tonight, this would be their little secret—and that was just fine with her.

“Alright, you should go get ready,” Kenny suggested. “You two are up first.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Now you tell me?” She turned and started to run out of the room; but Kenny grabbed her and pulled her back.

“Hey—even though I’ll be out there in Callie’s corner, I’ll be rooting for you.”

She bit back a smirk as she pointed a finger at him. “Neutral, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grinned. He smacked her butt and nodded toward the door. “Go. I’ll see you out there,” he said; and as Alex went out the door, she suddenly felt ready to take on anything.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie stood in the center of the ring, glaring at the top of the entrance ramp. Under normal circumstances, she would have taken her time posing for the camera and jawing at the people at ringside. But not tonight. Tonight, all she cared about was getting her hands on Alex.

Callie’s entrance music faded out, and for a few seconds the arena was filled with nothing but anticipatory silence. But then Alex’s music hit, and the small crowd immediately cheered as loudly as they could. Callie rolled her eyes; she couldn’t wait to shut them all up when she beat Alex within the five minutes.

Dasha smiled as she announced Alex’s entrance. “And her opponent; from Roanoke, Virginia; being accompanied to the ring by Trent Berretta and Chuck Taylor—Alex Haaaawwwwwthoooooorrrne!

Alex didn’t waste any time. She charged out of the babyface tunnel and made a beeline for Callie in the ring, Chuck and Trent hot on her heels. Aubrey intercepted her as she climbed through the ropes.

“Alex, back it up!” she warned.

But Alex wasn’t having any of it. “Ring the damn bell! I’ve been waiting to make this bitch tap for a week.”

Callie’s eyes darkened. “You’re gonna be waiting a hell of a lot longer, then,” she bit.

Alex tried to get at her, but Chuck and Trent held her back. The flurry of activity prompted Kenny and Adam to climb in through the ropes from where they’d stood at ringside.

“Alright, everyone just relax,” Kenny said as he put his arm in between them. But Callie smacked it away.

“Cut the bullshit, Kenny; no one’s buying it.”

Kenny bit down on his jaw as he sent Alex a sideways glance. But he raised his hands and stepped back.

Somehow, Aubrey managed to gain order. Chuck, Trent, Kenny, and Adam climbed out of the ring while Alex and Callie went to their separate corners. The bell rang, and they charged.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex was a technician; Callie was a brawler. And, for the majority of the match, neither of them had really been able to gain the upper hand over the other. But, at the moment, Callie was in control.

Alex laid prone on the mat, trying to catch her breath after Callie had tried to pin her again. But she didn’t get much of a break. “What was it you were saying, Alex?” Callie grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up onto her knees. “You’ve been waiting to make me tap for a week? Please. Like I said—"

Smack! Alex abruptly cut her off with a resounding slap right across her cheek. Callie’s downfall was that she talked too much shit.

Callie slowly turned her face to look back at her. There was murder in her eyes. “Did you really just slap—”

Alex grabbed her and abruptly pulled her down into a small package pin. Aubrey slid to the mat and started counting—but Callie kicked out at two.

“Come on!” Chuck banged on the ring apron. “Stay on her, Alex!”

Callie crawled on her hands and knees to the ropes while Alex got to her feet, waiting. When Callie turned around, Alex charged and hit her with a running knee so hard that she fell backward through the ropes and out onto the mats below.

Kenny bit back a smirk, just a little bit proud of her.

Alex jumped down onto the floor. She grabbed Callie by the hair and pulled her to her feet. There was blood in her mouth. “Aw, it looks like I busted your mouth, Cal.” She pouted. “Don’t worry—we’ll get Britt to look at it later.” And she swung her around and tossed her back-first into the guard railing.

“Come on, bring it back in the ring, Alex!” Aubrey ordered. But she didn’t listen. She picked Callie up by the hair again and drove her face-first into the ring post.

Adam got involved at that point. “Alex, come on,” he implored. “What’re you doing?”

She cut her eyes at him but didn’t say anything in return. Right now, she couldn’t care less about his feelings—and she didn’t want to say anything she’d regret.

She stomped on Callie’s back before picking her up and rolling her back into the ring. As much as she’d like to beat up on her some more, it wasn’t a falls count anywhere match. She rolled in after her and hooked her leg in a pin. But Callie kicked out at two.

Alex sat up, frustrated. There was one way to end this. She pulled Callie up onto her knees, bent her backward, and locked in her submission finisher: the ’88 Sleeper.

Callie let out a muffled cry of pain. Chuck and Trent cheered while Kenny and Adam watched with bated breath. Alex wrenched harder, expecting her to tap any second; but Callie was a cagey bitch. Somehow, she managed to blindly reach up and rake Alex hard across the eyes.

“Ah!” Alex let her go and fell back onto the mat, blinded. The next thing she knew, Callie had her down in a pin. She kicked out at the last second.

“Come on, ref!” Trent argued. “You’re gonna let her get away with that?”

“How about you shut up over there?” Adam returned. It didn’t go over well with Chuck.

“Oh, are you mad, Hangman?” Chuck taunted. “Did ya just realize that cheating is the only possible way your girlfriend could beat Alex?”

Adam’s brow lowered. He stalked around the ring toward Chuck. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” Chuck returned. “Alex is better than Callie, and you know it.”

Adam took another step forward. Kenny put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, just ignore him,” he said—but Trent rolled his eyes.

“Oh, shut up, Kenny. If there’s one thing Callie is right about is that no one’s buying your bullshit.”

Kenny looked back at him, confused; but, all of a sudden, Callie slid underneath the bottom rope and hit Chuck with a hard baseball slide, sending him flying into the guard railing.

Trent took a threatening step toward her as she landed outside the ring. “Are you kidding me?”

“Hey, back the hell up.” Adam shoved him—and then all hell broke loose.

Trent threw a forearm and he and Adam started brawling. Back inside the ring, Alex got her bearings; once she realized what was going on, she jumped through the ropes to the floor. She started to help Kenny break Trent and Adam apart; but then Chuck jumped up and went after Kenny. Alex froze, unsure what to do—and then Callie grabbed her, whirled her around, and hit her hard across the jaw.

Alex stumbled back; but then she looked up and speared Callie to the ground. She struck out with a flurry of fists and forearms, and it was all Callie could do to try to block her. But then someone forcefully pulled Alex away and tossed her to the floor. She looked up. Her eyes widened in shock. It was Adam.

“That’s it—ring the bell!” Aubrey ordered. She hurried over to Dasha and told her the result. Dasha nodded as she brought the microphone to her mouth.

“And your winner by disqualification—Alex Hawwwwthoooorne!”

“WHAT?” Callie shouted. She glared up at Aubrey. “You’re gonna DQ me because he pushed her? I’m bleeding because of her!”

“He did a little more than just push her,” Kenny glared. He helped Alex up. “Are you alright?” he asked; but she didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on Adam.

“What the fuck?”

Adam opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry—” he started; but Callie cut him off.

“Don’t apologize to her! You didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Are you kidding me?” Chuck argued. “He fucking threw her!”

Adam rolled his eyes. “I didn’t throw her.”

“Yeah, you kinda did,” Kenny returned. Everyone stopped and stared at him. Adam’s brow lowered.

“Whose side are you on, Kenny?”

Kenny bit down on his jaw. Alex froze, worried what he would say—but then Callie scoffed.

“Please, do you really need to ask?” she shot.

Kenny started to answer; but Alex cut him off. “Why don’t you worry less about Kenny and more about the fact that your boyfriend just cost you the match?”

Callie glared daggers at her but said nothing in return. There wasn’t anything she could say.

Alex shook her head and turned to leave. But, before she did, she sent Adam a look over her shoulder. “Thanks for getting me the W, cowboy,” she said, and she walked around the ring and up the ramp.

Trent smirked at Adam and Kenny. The dissension between the tag team champions was obvious—and that was just fine with him. “Don’t forget about Fyter Fest,” he warned, and he and Chuck turned and followed after Alex.

Kenny watched them go—and then he looked back at Adam. “Question me all you want, but this one’s on you,” he said, and he turned and walked up the ramp.

[stellarstacey]

So! Today's my birthday, do you think you could do a birthday Buddie piece?? Maybe the birthday person forgot it was their bday and everyone throws them a surprise party? Chris with an adorable present would be awesome too!

Eddie glared at his phone when the alarm went off. It was officially 6:08 AM meaning that he was now 33 years old. When did he get that old...Okay so maybe 33 wasn’t old in the grand scheme of things but to Eddie it felt like the end of the world. Eddie sighed and ran a hand down his face but froze when his phone dinged. 

Buck:

Happy Birthday, Edmundo :) 

Eddie groaned at the reminder. Edmundo...yeah Buck was definitely pushing his buttons. 

Eddie:

Fuck off!

Eddie replied as he got up and started on his morning workout. 

Buck: 

Well aren’t you a bucket of sunshine this morning.

Eddie scoffed and wiped the sweat from his brow. 

Eddie:

Fuck you Buckley!

Eddie shook his head trying to fight off the smile at the corner of his lips. 

Buck:

Is that what you want for your birthday? 

Eddie looked at the text confused. 

Eddie:

What?

Buck:

To fuck me? XD 

Eddie spat out his coffee as he set the mug down on the counter. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Buck!” Eddie spluttered as he looked over at Christopher’s room to make sure he didn’t wake him up. 

The room door stayed close. Eddie took a deep breath. 

Eddie:

What are you gonna do? Put a bow on your dick? 

Eddie tried to joke but the image of Buck standing before him with nothing but a bow wrapped around his...Fuck, he could feel himself getting hard at the thought alone.

Buck:

If that’s what you want than sure! :P

Eddie snorted and sat down on at the counter.

Eddie:

What I want is to be 32 again!

Buck:

Youre not old, man. Stop being an idiot and enjoy today. 

Eddie smirked.

Eddie:

Calling me an idiot on my birthday, what kind of best friend are you?

Buck:

The bestest! 

Eddie smiled at his phone. 

Eddie:

I got to get Chris ready, see you at work!

---

Eddie was actually having a good day. Christopher had giving him extra birthday hugs and kisses. Bobby had cooked him a birthday feast breakfast. Hen had gotten him this new book he really wanted. Chim had been making him laugh all day and Buck... Buck was perfect because he was Buck. Eddie found himself outside of the station texting his parents. He was the only one allowed to have his phone on him because of Christopher, so sometimes he abused that power. 

“Hey.” Buck said coming up to stand next to him. 

“Hey.” Eddie smiled at him and Buck looked around them for a second before leaning in closer to whisper to him.

“Blue or green?” Buck asked and Eddie frowned in confusion.

“What?” Eddie asked and Buck smirked.

“For the bow, blue or green?” Buck teased and Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“You’re still on about that?” Eddie asked with amusement. 

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Buck bit his lip and Eddie raised an eyebrow. 

“Blue.” Eddie shrugged and Buck nodded.

The alarm went off and they raced for the truck. 

Eddie was dead tired by the end of the shift. He just wanted to go home and spend the night with his son. He was half way to his truck when a hand caught his arm. 

“I know you’re beat...but could you spare ten minutes for your best friend?” Buck asked shyly and Eddie could never say no to him.

“Sure.” Eddie nodded and Buck dragged him over to the side of the station. 

When Buck started to climb the ladder that led to the roof, Eddie blinked in confusion but followed him up. He felt his heart stutter in chest at the sight. Fairy lights were hanging off poles...music was playing from a small speaker. There were two lawn chairs underneath the lights. Also a cooler filled with Eddie’s favorite beer. Eddie felt the back of his eyes sting...He fought off the tears. No one...No one had ever done something like this for him. Not his parents or his abuela or his sisters...not even Shannon. Eddie swallowed and followed Buck to the chairs. Buck plopped down and handed Eddie a beer. Eddie plopped down next to him. 

“This is...Buck you didn’t have to go through all the trouble...” Eddie whispered and Buck rolled his eyes. 

“This was nothing, man. It only took like an hour to set up. Plus you didn’t exactly seem into my other idea so I had to improvise.” Buck joked and Eddie nearly choked on his beer...if Buck only knew...

“Buck I mean it...This is... “ Eddie trailed off and Buck smiled at him and handed him a box with a small blue bow on it. 

Eddie smirked at the bow. 

“This is not your dick in a box is it?” Eddie asked and Buck burst out into laughter. 

“No!” Buck shook his head and Eddie smirked as he opened the box and froze at the leather bound book. 

Eddie took it out of the box. He opened to the first page and froze as he saw a picture of himself when he was only maybe two or three. He turned the next page and it was picture of him with his sisters when he was about seven or eight. He kept turning the pages and it was a timeline of his life...Pictures he hasn’t seen in years or didn’t know existed...Pictures of his army friends, of Shannon, family, Christopher, The 118. He couldn’t stop the tears now... 

“Where did you get some of these?” Eddie choked out and Buck shrugged. 

“Some from your abuela, some from your parents and sisters. I tracked down some of your army friends through Instagram... Some are mine... At the end everyone left you a message.” Buck stated and Eddie flipped the pages and saw pages and pages of letters addressed to him. 

Eddie bit his lip to keep the sob from escaping him when he saw Christopher’s letter.

“Buck...” Eddie let out a small choked sound and Buck blinked in shock.

“Shit, did I fuck up? Was this a bad idea?” Buck asked nervously and Eddie put the book down in the box and stood up. 

“Get up!” Eddie growled and Buck’s eyes widened as he stood up.

“Eddie I’m sorry I thought it was a good idea...I didn’t want to upset...” 

Eddie shoved Buck roughly against the door leading down into the station. Buck stared at him in shock and Eddie put a hand on either side of Buck’s head trapping him there.

“I don’t want to feel old anymore!” Eddie growled again and Buck frowned at him. 

“Okay?” Buck looked so lost.

“I never did anything crazy when I was young. I always played by the rules...I don’t want to play by the rules tonight.” Eddie whispered as he got closer to Buck leaving no space between them.

“I’m so lost, man.” Buck whispered back breathing harshly. 

“You trust me?” Eddie asked and Buck frowned.

“With my life.” Buck answered honestly. 

Eddie leaned closer and bit Buck’s lower lip pulling it back with him as he leaned away. Buck’s eyes darkened into pitch black orbs. Eddie let go and the lip fell back into place. 

“You wanna break the rules?” Buck whispered into Eddie’s ear and Eddie nodded. 

“You came to the right place, baby.” Buck whispered as he kissed and nip Eddie’s ear sucking on the lobe. 

“I wanna be bad tonight...” Eddie growled and Buck hissed in pleasure as Eddie palmed him through his jeans. 

“You wanna fuck me on the roof of the station, Eds?” Buck breathed into his ear and Eddie moaned nodding. 

“You want it rough?” Buck asked as he kissed Eddie’s jawline. 

Eddie shook his head. “Slow...Slow. I just wanna feel every part of you.” Eddie murmured and Buck let out a deep content sigh. 

“Kiss me.” Buck whispered pleadingly and Eddie kissed him lazily.

It was sloppy and lazy and perfect. Eddie pulled away. 

“I love you.” Eddie whispered and Buck closed his eyes. 

“I’ve been wanting to hear those words from you for...God I love you too. I have never loved anyone like the way I love you.” Buck whispered and Eddie smiled at him. 

“We should probably not have sex up here...” Eddie muttered with a small frowned. 

“Maybe not the best idea...” Buck frowned and Eddie looked at him. 

“Ask me if I care?” Eddie smirked and Buck lifted an amused eyebrow.

--

Eddie held Buck in his arms as they looked up at the night sky. They were naked on the roof of the station and smiling ear from ear.

“It’s two hours before Christopher’s bedtime. If we leave now we can spend sometime with him before he has to go to sleep.” Buck muttered as he leaned up to kiss Eddie before pulling him up to get dress. 

Buck was pulling on his jeans. 

“Evan?” 

Buck froze at the use of his first name. 

“Thank you for making this the best birthday of my life.” Eddie whispered and Buck smiled at him.