#and once you get to the top you get to pay 18$ for a grilled cheese or 30$ for a burger- which tbf its a decent burger

[hybbart]

Fish people turn into avians... what do british columbians emerge as from the carts? (Is cart right word for those things?)

Broke

[romanreignseater]

This Is Cinema.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; consensual pornography & rough times 🤫.

“You know what they say about the Bloodline, them boys make CINEMA!!”

A/N: That Jimmy fic is on hold until further notice 😤 (that boy made me so mad). I do have another Jey fic, but this was TOOO good for me to not upload first!! Hope you enjoy 💋!!”

GIF: @jeygif

Another day of work, another asshole to deal with.

Or so you thought.

Working as “pornstar”, but your preferred term of “adult film star”, was something you didn’t see yourself doing when you were a teen. The idea of getting nude in front of a camera with loads of crew surrounding as you do something that seems so sacred was weird to you back then. But, once college didn’t work out, you had other plans.

One of your homegirls who started off doing porn and soon ventured into the world of OnlyFans gave you the idea to start. And honestly… it was one of the best decisions you’ve made!!

You were soon living lavishly in Tampa, Florida, with $6 million to your name, the most gorgeous mansion, a brand new bright pink Range Rover, the cutest teacup poodle named Rex, food in your fridge, and bills paid. All in under a year.

Regardless of what people may say about you on the internet… sweetheart they were paying your bills.

You were working with some of the best in the industry and millions of views on those videos. Your career seemed to be at its pinnacle, but your manager informed you that there was a group of men starting off in the industry and absolutely taking over. In a little over five months, they were rated the top pornstars in the world.

Hundreds of millions of views on each of their videos and numerous women wanting to start a career just to be able to be near them. Working with them would not only boost your career even further, but to get a chance to fuck a handsome ass Samoan, yes please. In the words of your manager, “We gotta get that dick.”

An interesting choice of words, but you trusted every piece of advice she gave you. Soon, you were on a flight to the ATL to meet up with one of the members of the infamous group.

Doing your research the night prior to your flight, there were three brothers and a cousin. Roman, the cousin, was the oldest and definitely the biggest. A set of twins, Jimmy and Jey, and their younger brother, Solo, who didn’t look so little.

Roman was the one who wasn’t the most booked, as he only worked with the best of the best. Viewers only seeing his work every once in a while. But, when he dropped a video you knew it was gonna be heat. The absolute passion in his strokes and darkness in his eyes made you bite your lip at his raw manly magnitude.

Jimmy was fairly booked, with his whole month practically full. Most of his content involved acting with a lot of backstory. Really diving deep into massive rounds of role play and foreplay. That boy didn’t play games once that time came around though.

Next was Solo. He was working with a lot of underground stars and still reaching the levels of the ones older than him. Yet, he picked up those levels quick. Reaching the heights of his family and making women reach their climax at the same time.

But, the one who really caught your eyes was Jey. He was the definition of your ideal man. His warm-looking tan skin, his beautiful curly mullet, sexy ass style, big meaty thighs and muscles, and those grills. The way he fucked made you shrivel in your panties. He was a beast with a lot of mouth, just the way you liked it. His style consisted more of an interview at the beginning with a little foreplay and then straight to business. Asking girls about what turns them on the most and what he’s gonna do to them. Making each and every woman who set foot near him blush heavily.

And let’s not get started about that dick.

Definitely a 9-incher, big and heavy looking balls that laid nicely underneath his cock. A luscious pink mushroom tip, with meaty veins that trailed down to his trimmed hair. Now, it’s getting really hot and the thoughts of what he could do to you couldn’t stop dancing around your head.

After some more internet stalking, the time flew by and your flight approached.

Knowing that he stayed in ATL made you absolutely happy. Your manager wouldn’t let you know who exactly you’d be working with, but as soon as you saw your ticket, you knew you were in for a treat and rude awakening.

Dressing your absolute best in a grey Skims shirt and matching miniskirt, that barely covered your ass… perfect.

Wig secured down by some industrial glue and an opt out for the lashes, knowing they’d come off. But, mascara is a must.

On your way there, you couldn’t contain the excitement you felt. Watching some of his work that night before and earlier that day, you knew what he liked, how he acted, and how he wanted it. All the little things that made him tick and shiver.

You were seriously on demon time.

Even though, you felt as though you were throughly experienced and quite the pro. The flashing lights and big cameras still made you very nervous. In the beginning, your parents weren’t very supportive, but once they saw you had a roof over your head and food to eat, that’s all that mattered to them. But, sometimes the days didn’t get any easier. Luckily, your manager was a real one and knew how to calm you down.

After meeting all members of the crew, and the camera and director you and Jey would be working closely with today, you got touched up as you awaited Jey’s arrival.

“Nervous?!” The makeup artist asked you. Laughing slightly, you nonchalantly ignored your jitters and told her you were fine. All that anxious behavior would only arise and the man of the hour arrived.

He looked absolutely scrumptious in a pair of white joggers and a white Nike Tech with no shirt on underneath. His Cuban link chains shining in the sunlight and his cross earring dangling from his one ear.

Your cunt just throbbed at the sight of him. “Hello Ms. Y/N?! Is anyone in there?!” Completely zoned out and you didn’t even realize it, Jey waved his big hand in your face to catch your attention. His dimple prominent as he was quite amused by your expression.

“Hey Jey nice to meet you. Sorry… I just zoned out for a second.” Reaching out to shake his hand, he kindly refused. “It’s no problem, but I don’t shake hands I’m more of a hugger.” Flustered by his comment you arose from your chair and were soon enveloped into his burly arms.

His arms were thick and wrapped around your waist securely, his warm chest pressed against yours, as you felt your nipples harden. The feeling of his semi-hard dick rest against your thigh made you bit your lip and hold your arms around his neck tighter. “You out here showing out, I see you and your little miniskirt.” Spinning you around at 180 degrees, he stopped when your back faced his front.

Obviously entertained by his comments, you decided to show out a little more. Bending over slightly and giving him a little shake, Jey took the opportunity to give your ass an ample smack. “Uh oh, we got a lotta chemistry over here, don’t we?!” The producer of our film walked over to us as we were sharing a moment.

Both of us blushed at the producers comments. Damn right we have chemistry, but we really are gonna see once those cameras turn on. “But, we need more of that on the screen, so let’s get filming.” Turning back around to you, Jey gave you a wet kiss on the cheek and winked at you as he headed to the living room.

He is something else.

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“In 5, 4, 3, 2… 1.”

“Alright, well look at who we have here. We got the Queen of Screams, Y/N in the building. And the Leader Beater, Jey.” Both of us have a wave and proper introduction to the camera as we laughed at the names the producer gave us.

“I just gotta say you guys just sitting next to each other is already a movie.”

“Maybe I need to move a little more closer to him then.” Snuggling up by his side as gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Jey’s arm was placed on the back of the couch with his legs fully spread, giving a beautiful of his already hard dick. You crossed you legs to staf off that feeling of what he would do to you tonight.

“You already know what it is Uce. I got one of the baddest in the game next to me and I’ve been waiting to get my hands on that ass.”

“Ooooo, Jey got all the smoke about you Y/N. You know that ass is viral!!”

Rolling you eyes slightly, you casually smirked as you began to open your mouth. “I got all the smoke behind him too. I’ve been waiting to dig into him for a while.” Your hand left your right thigh as you palmed him through his white sweats, feeling all of his girth.

“Okayyy, Jey how we feeling about that?!!”

“I’m feeling real good about that Uce. Like the feeling is only rising from here.” Removing your hand from his length, you put your head down as you laughed at his comment.

“She bout to be a REALLLL problem Uce!!” Jey’s hand traveled from the back of the couch to your ass as he palmed and massaged it. Returning the favor, you returned your hand back onto his dick.

“Tim, you need to speed this up a little don’t you think?!” Biting your lip and looking Jey dead in his chocolate brown eyes.

“She’s on demon time Jey.”

Jey simply nodded his head at the camera with a smile on his face as you threw your head back in laughter. “But, you gotta show me a little something bae.”

“What you wanna see?!”

Jey intently stared at your chest, barely taking his eyes off of them. “I think he wants to see my tits.” You giggled as you sensually removed your top, letting your breasts out on full display. Jey took a sharp intake of his breath as he admired your ample assets. You played with them first as you stuck your tongue out of your mouth, letting your saliva drip down onto them.

“Why yo ass so scared Jey?!” He quickly snapped out of your trance and gave you a questioning look. “I ain’t ever scared.”

“Prove it.”

Jey dove straight into the middle of your breasts, motorboating himself. You giggled as you took the back of his head into your hands. Things took a sharp turn when he massaged both of your sensitive breasts in his hands and began sucking on each nipples. Covering them in the upmost amount of saliva.

Bringing himself back into an upright position, he sat back and played with your tits. In awe of the dangly Hello Kitty nipple piercing you had on your right tit. “That fuckin’ piercing go crazy Uce, get a closeup on that.” As the cameraman went in to get a closeup, Jey shook your tits from side to side giving himself and the viewers a show.

“He’s having a lot of fun.” Jey gave the camera another sly look as he continued to play with your breasts. “But, I know he’s gonna have more fun with this.” Removing his hands from you, your chest now faces the back of the couch and your knees now pressed up against the seat cushion. You could hear a whistle coming from Jey’s mouth as you gently shook your ass, letting your miniskirt rise showcasing your lovely pink thong.

“This what I’m taking about baby.” Jey bit his lip as his head neared your ass, giving it a wonderful spank, kiss, and caress. “I’m done with this. I’m ready to get in the field.”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t think we’ve ever seen Jey skip over the interview so fast. We got only about four minutes of footage.”

“Four minutes is enough, come baby.” You yelped as Jey took you into his arms and walked to the bed placed off camera.

“I guess I just got the magic touch.”

“Damn right she do. Take that shit off for me mama.”

Tossing you onto the plush bed, you followed his orders and removed your skirt and panties. Your cunt on full display: wet, warm, pink, and soft. You began to play with your pearl as you stared into Jey’s now dark eyes. He slowly started to undo the ties in his sweats. “Keep playing with it baby, I need that pussy real wet when I fuck it.”

Him telling you to continue masturbating in front of him already drove you over the edge, but wanting you real wet when he fucked you, sent you to the moon.

“Unhhh… my pussy’s so wet for you daddy.” Jey was now in his PSD boxers, playing with his clothed cock at the same pace as you. You both stared sensually into each others eyes as Jey finally became nude. Your eyes couldn’t help but to trail down to his massive length, taking in all its magnificent glory.

“Yo ass looking at it real bad, come give it a taste.” Swiftly, you positioned yourself ass up face down as you took his dick into your small hands. Licking at his swollen head, you captured his bead of pre-cum. Closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

Jey’s head leaned back as you enveloped his entire cock into your mouth, all the way to the base. “Fuckkk, that throat ain’t no joke for real.” Not only were you known for your ass, the way you seemed to swallow a dick up so easily was also a topic of discussion.

You sloppily cover his entire length in your saliva, balls and all. You barely even gagged as he reached the back of your throat. Jey’s head lolled back as he revel in the feeling of your throat swallowing him whole like it was nothing. Bobbing your head up and down, twirling circles around his dick, and playing with his balls. “I-I-I-I c-an’t.”

Jey immediately pushed you away as he shivered at the immense amount of pleasure he was receiving, that he had to stop you. “We can’t be going too crazy so fast now. Stay bent over like that baby.” Arching your back even further, Jey assumed the position behind you.

Massaging your ass oh so heavenly. “That ass is something dangerous mama.” Blushing, you began to shake your ass back reaching to feel his dick. He just stood still as he admired your lewd attempts to fuck yourself against him.

Your pussy finally found his cock and you moaned as you gently pushed it into yourself. “Oooo Daddy, that feels so good already.” Jey grabbed your hips in order to get himself inside of you faster. “That pussy so tighttt.”

You bit your lip and looked into the camera as Jey bottomed out into you and began fucking you slowly. “Hey Jey, I swear you got more than that. Give the girl what she wants.”

Jey paused as you looked back at him. “Many girls can’t handle this and then they tap out.”

“I don’t tap out sweetheart. Do your worst.”

Jey pushed your head down into the mattress, as well as pushing your back down slightly more. He spread your legs further and held your juicy hips. He whispered to the camera, “She ain’t ready.”

Jey soon began to absolutely berating your cunt into oblivion. Your nails almost broke as you clawed at the sheets so roughly. Your ass bounced off of his taut abs as if a basketball was being dribbled on a court.

Your screams muffled into the mat as he didn’t cease his ministrations. His hand stayed trained on the back of your head as your nails scratched up his forearm.

“I told you yo’ ass ain’t ready. Tell the world your ass wasn’t ready!!” He pulled your head up as your face was covered in mascara stained tears and forced you to stare into the camera. The cameraman moved to get a closeup. “Tell the world yo’ ass can’t take it.”

Eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head and a big smile on your face, you proudly spoke. “I ca—n take i-i-it wo-rld.” A moan in each break of your sentence as you took Jey’s dick like a champ.

“She lasted longer than the rest, I ain’t gonna lie.” Your head fell back into the sheets as pulled both of your arms to your lower back. You soon began squirting and screaming like a mad woman, nearly as if someone was murdering you.

Well… you were definitely getting murdered in a different way.

“Fuckkkk, baby I’m about to cum. Keep squeezing me just like that.”

Your cunt never stopped clenching as Jey’s cum soon entered your quaking pussy. Jey beat seven hard strokes into your cunt, ensuring that he got every single drop into you.

You shivered as he left the warmth of pussy. You lied back against the bed and but your lip as Jey gave you a sloppy wet kiss.

“How was that guys?!”

“That was cinema.” We said in unison.

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THE END.

I actually think this is my longest fic to date. Why are all my Jey fics so long?!?! I wanna do a Roman fic give some ideas for Big Uce 💝💝🤪!!!

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[babecoups]

rodeo || johnny suh

⇝ title: Rodeo ⇝ pairing: rapper!johnny x manager!reader ⇝ genre: coworkers with benefits sort of | secret relationship | smut ⇝ summary: After Johnny sees you showing off on one of the set’s mechanical bulls, he can’t help but pull you into his trailer and put your riding skills to the test. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 2.1k ⇝ warnings: unedited (i’m so sorry) | strong language | johnny wears a grill… warning you now | cowgirl duh | reverse cowgirl because we lit | rope play (not really sexual) | spanking/ass grabbing | them chains are staying on girlfriend | dom but bottom!johnny (like she’s fucking him) | spitting/spit play (sorry not sorry) | pet names | scratching | protected sex | gagging/choking on fingers | controlled orgasm | light obedience play | cum shots | the cheesy ending we all deserve | i think that’s all... enjoy!! ⇝ author’s note: Happy Birthday to my sis Beezy @hobeemin​ !! I love you and I wanted to write you something for your birthday. I did not expect it to get this filthy because I just cannot write Johnny in this way but the minute I thought about this look… I knew it was the one. Anyway, I hope you like it! I wrote it with love. 

⇝ playlist: Rodeo by Juvenile | Handstand by French Montana, Doja Cat, & Saweetie | Distraction by Kehlani

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“She is so going to fall. How many seconds are you giving her?”

Johnny leans against the railing, glancing at your assistant as he ponders in his thoughts.

“I give her about two seconds.”

“Bullshit. Both of you are going to be buying me lunch when this is over,” you chime in.

The two men share a laugh, and the rest of the staff join in as they prepare to watch you fail. Your eyes shift to Johnny when the lights reflect off the diamond-encrusted plate temporarily attached to his front bottom row of teeth. His tongue rolls over his top lip before he bites his lip absentmindedly, watching you as attentively as you are him. It’s a distraction you cannot indulge in due to the multiple people around you and the sudden jerk your body feels when the bull begins to move.

“Thirty seconds, motherfuckers! Pay attention.”

Your thighs clench, and you put on your game face, letting the snickers and side comments travel through your ears and disappear into the air. Your dominant hand holds on with all its strength while your other hand extends outward. You’re devoted to staying balanced because that’s going to be the key to lasting the entire time.

“Look at her only using one hand,” your assistant comments.

“That’s all I need.”

You hear Johnny fake a cough after your reply, and you squint your eyes at him just before the bull begins to spin. The ride starts to get rough quickly but you hang in there. Thirty seconds feel like hours when you’re being tossed around. Once you have a strong grip and a feel of what the bull can do, you’re about fifteen seconds in and ready to knock them out.

For show, you arch your back and smile at the people filming on their phones. The teasing is replaced with praises as everyone starts cheering you on. Everyone except one, who’s looking on with an unreadable expression. 

Suddenly, the ride switches gears, and you almost slip off. You struggle as you’re leaning toward one side, and you almost allow yourself to fall, forfeiting the last few seconds before a voice sways your decision. 

“Keep going, baby girl.”

You don’t even need to look to know who it belongs to. A switch flips on, and you regain control. The countdown begins, and your burning muscles work overtime to keep you on the bull. When time’s up, you make a victorious but not-so-graceful landing.

You lie there relishing in the cheers, but when your eyes open, you only want to see one person’s smile. However, he’s nowhere in sight. You get and dust yourself off before climbing out of the ring, receiving nothing but high-fives as you descend the stairs.

“Let’s go celebrate girl! You did that shit,” someone calls out.

You agree, but only to get them off your back while you seek out the man you’ve been waiting to talk to all day. “Yeah, I’m just going to go grab my stuff, and I’ll be back.”

It’s partly the truth. 

You will be back, but your purse is in the sprinter, on the other side of the set.

Still, you make your way past several trailers, looking for the one belonging to the star of the music video. Unfortunately, every trailer looks the same, and you can only pinpoint a general area of where he is.

As you peek into one trailer���s window, the door to the one behind you opens. When you turn around, you see Johnny standing on the threshold, wearing one of his signature smirks.

“Looking for someone?” he questions.

“Maybe.”

Johnny nods, his cowboy hat still covering his dark eyes. He’s probably waiting for the stylists to undress him since there’s one more shoot tomorrow, but since you’re here, you might be able to help with that.

“I see you don’t have time for me today. But it’s cool.”

You roll your eyes. He knows he can’t let himself get jealous; it’s too risky. 

The first time was supposed to be the last time, but a year later you still can’t keep your hands off each other. The industry isn’t kind to artists who sleep with their managers. No one wants to work with them out of fear of messy situations. The things you do to each other must remain a secret if you want it all to last. However, some days are more difficult than others.

“Whatever. I’m going to lunch,” you sigh. “Do you want anything?”

You start walking away before he responds, and once you’re about three feet away, something flies over your head and you feel it tighten around your midsection.

“What the–”

You look down and notice that you’re caught up in a rope. Before you can ask any questions, you’re pulled back until you run into something, or someone.

“You aren’t the only one who’s learned some tricks.”

Johnny spins you around, making you face him.

“Don’t be like that. You know I like teasing you,” he reasons, but you don’t want to hear it.

He knows you’re sensitive about this stuff, seeing many of your colleagues' reputations ruined for the same thing you’re doing with him. 

“It’s not funny, though.”

Noticing the small pout on your lips, Johnny gives the rope enough slack for it to fall and he pulls you in for a hug. His chin rests on your forehead, keeping an eye out for anyone and listening carefully for footsteps. 

“You’re so worrisome,” he sighs, caressing your back. “I was just trying to have a little fun with you.”

“Fuck off,” you murmur into his jacket. 

Your cheek presses against his bare pecs, and you find comfort in the warmth of his sun-kissed skin.

“Woah. You’re so mean. I just figured since you liked riding that bull so much, maybe you’d want to go for a real ride.”

Your head lifts and moves away from his chest so you can look at him. “What?”

“Oh, now I have your attention, hm?”

His smirk grows into a smile and reveals his mouthpiece. It shines even brighter when he takes off his hat and places it on your head. Johnny gestures towards his trailer and winks at you.

“Let’s get it, cowgirl.”

Seated on Johnny’s lap, your hand grasps the gold links around his neck while you grind against him. Both of you panting and sweating, the world doesn’t even exist at this moment.

“So good for me,” he growls. “How am I supposed to leave you alone?”

His nails dig into your flesh as he holds your globes within his grasp, wanting to be as close to you as he physically can.

“You don’t. Problem solved.”

You start to move more swiftly, feeling a familiar sensation creeping inside your gut. Johnny’s dick enters your womb each time you land on his hips, leaving you gasping and moaning louder than you should be.

“Yeah? So that means you’re mine, right?”

“Fuck. Johnny.”

The way his lips curl into a grin when you cry his name leaves you shivering and begging him.

For what, is unclear to you, but all you know is that you want him badly.

“Yeah, you’re mine,” he states confidently. “Open your mouth.”

He’s right about that. You are.

Whatever he wants, he gets it—because he never holds back when pleasing you.

Your lips part enough for you to stick out your tongue. He wastes no time shoving his fingers deep inside and spitting into your crevice. Two of his digits push his saliva deep into your throat, making you gag around them. You stare at him through your watery eyes, your damp lashes, and fresh tears blurring your vision. However, you can still make out the pleased expression on his face.

You purposely clench around him, and his hips buck off the couch. Johnny then grabs your waist, halting your movements while he speaks.

“I see how you wanna play. Turn around.” You lift yourself slightly, keeping him inside while you turn in the opposite direction. As you find the right position, Johnny slaps your ass, making you squeak in surprise. He kneads the flesh tenderly, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze of appreciation. “Let’s see how long you can stay on this ride.”

As soon as you start to ride his cock, Johnny begins to thrust into you, nearly bouncing you off of his lap. His toned thighs make it difficult for you to control the pace, but with a hand holding onto his leg, you’re saved from falling on the floor. 

Once you’ve gotten accustomed to the way he’s slamming into you, you’re able to regain control. You arch your back and place your free hand on top of his hat sitting on your head. The sounds that begin to leave your lips become feral, and you can hear Johnny’s grunts turn into moans and gasps. He’s close, and so are you. You decide to make the last seconds count.

“You feel so good,” you purr. “Do I feel good, Johnny?”

He throws back his head and whispers a few expletives. 

“You feel like heaven, baby. You already know.”

You whimper in response, his deep voice soothing to your ears.

“So wet, so tight. You know how much I love this pussy.”

“Fuck!”

“What’s wrong? Need to come?” he quizzes. 

“Can I? Please.”

Your raspy cries fill the room just like the lewd noises produced by your arousal squelching between your thighs. Johnny ceases his movements and allows you to chase your own release while he watches in awe. He holds your waist to support you and guide you because your body is moving faster than your mind can keep up with.

“Get you one, cowgirl. You deserve it.”

When those words leave his lips, your sense of reality disappears. Everything grows white, and you have no control over your body. Your orgasm takes your breath away, leaving you struggling to catch your breath. A shockwave ripples through you, and the sensation is intoxicating. 

You can hear Johnny’s groans as he tries to hold on, but the warm feeling of your walls pulsing around his cock is almost unbearable. His cock twitches inside of you as you ride out your high, but he hangs on until you’re flopping forward on your face.

Johnny quickly gets up, and removes the condom, so he can shoot his load all over your ass. Hot ropes of his cum paint your skin, but you’re too out of it to complain about being sticky.

“Are you okay, baby?”

You sigh. “I am.”

“Alright, well you should probably–”

Johnny's phone rings, and he walks across the room to check it. He answers it and puts it on speaker, so you assume it’s important.

“Yeah?”

Fuck. It’s your assistant looking for you. 

“She’s in my trailer,” Johnny explains.

You immediately sit up and look at him with wide eyes. Why would he say that?

“She’s embarrassed because she got sick from that bull ride. You’ll have to take lunch without her.”

You exhale and relax your body, sinking into the couch.

“That was too close,” you whisper.

Johnny throws you a wink, and you respond with a small smile. They’d probably have a million questions had he not thought of that response so quickly.

“Yeah, she’s going to get back to the hotel in the sprinter with me, but I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

When the call ends, Johnny joins you on the couch. He wipes the cum off of your skin and tosses the shirt on the floor before he speaks.

“So,” he begins. You turn so you can see his face. “We have the rest of the day together. What are we doing?”

You shrug.

“I don’t know. Maybe we can…”

You grab his arm and pull him on top of you. Your lips graze his ear, and he shudders.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

Smirking, your fingers dance up his biceps.

“Maybe we can take a nap?”

“Now, that’s hot.”

“I know, right?” you giggle.

When silence takes over, you play in Johnny’s hair as he hums.

“You think they’ll notice if that hat goes missing?”

His question makes you roll your eyes. 

“I fucking hate you sometimes,” you respond. “But, no. They have several because they know how you are.”

You return to twirling his strands between your fingers, enjoying the post-orgasm quality time until he ruins it once again.

“Good. I wonder if it’ll stay on while I’m fucking you from the back.”

Honestly, as long as he shows you what other trick he’s learned with that rope, he can do anything he wants with you.

[deceptive-daydreams]

California Dreamin’

Chapter Three: Roxanne (18+ ONLY)

Modern!Eddie AU - In which Eddie travels to California searching for something more out of life.  And then he meets you.   Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 4

Warnings: smoking weed, drinking alcohol, eventual smut, mentions of a deceased parent, mentions of abuse, brief moment of abuse, please let me know if I missed any

6.8K words

Eddie x reader, Friends to lovers, Slow burn

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Note: I’m kinda experimenting with my writing style so forgive me if this seems a little different than the first two chapters. I’m just trying to have fun with it til I figure out what I like :) and then hopefully I can create more series later on.

Masterlist

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Red, white, and blue smother the interior of the local grocery store, sparklers stacked neatly in their boxes on a shelf near the checkout and supplies for s’mores settled nearby.  Those tiny American flags are staged in a matching flag design cup by the register, ready for patriotic citizens to purchase for the local Fourth of July Parade.  Barbecues along with bags of charcoal are lined up at the front of the store awaiting homes where the dads cook up burgers and hot dogs in the backyard for their eager families.  And last but not least, the bags of chips and the tub of potato salad that occupied your arms are tossed onto the conveyor belt to ring up.

Every year for the past five—was it five?  Maybe it was six years, who knew anymore—a potluck was held at Marlene’s.  Everyone would bring one or two things either homemade or store bought, it didn’t matter as long as you contributed something.  The tradition required using the fire pit in the backyard, loud music, and of course once the fireworks started, a quick drive to the top of the hill that overlooks the city where you could see at least ten different sets of fireworks in the distance along with roasting marshmallows after that to make s’mores, the goo sticking to everyone’s lips and caking onto their clothes with one wrong move.

There was a list in the group chat where everyone designated what they were bringing this year.  Marlene usually cooked up a few things, this year her menu including a vinegary pasta salad, a DIY taco station with various meats along with the fixings, cilantro, onions, her homemade salsa, some Mexican rice, and finally, some jalapeño poppers that are so delectable your mouth salivated at the thought of them.  Of course she would also have Jos grilling up some hot dogs and burgers just to cover all bases and El would most likely bring her signature brownies.  They were always nice and fudgy, just enough chew to them but not enough to stick to your teeth.  As always you opted to bring some store bought items, you were never much of a cook, not that you weren’t capable, you just never feigned interest and would stick to the basics — spaghetti and meatballs, sandwiches, and every now and then a nice salmon dinner for yourself.  Marlene would often send you home with leftovers when you had dinner at hers which was quite often so you had her to thank for the less frequent trips to the grocery store. 

The store was booming with people hurrying around the aisles for their last minute barbecue essentials.  Many of them were in a rush to get back before the parade took place, you on another hand had taken your time, never sticking around for the parade as you weren’t interested in all of the in-your-face USA imagery.  Jos and everyone else felt the same which is why you all celebrated at her house.  Paying for the items, you make your way back home and although you didn’t plan to cook, you still planned to put together a quick treat for the dessert table.  It was something you accidentally threw together one time that had become a favorite among the group.  It was as simple as some crushed up Oreos and a block of cream cheese molded into little round spheres which were then chilled.  Also known as ‘Oreo Ballz’ among the group.  Jonathan tacked on the ‘z’.

Weeks had gone by since the beach where you’d witnessed Eddie staring into the ocean like it had parted just for him.  You couldn’t get the vision out of your head as you drove home.

The afternoon was now dissipating into evening, a sliver of gold left as it cascaded along the shore and took with it the sun’s rays.  A light breeze danced through the air to a melody no one could hear.  The night was within an hour of kissing the sky, leaving a trail of stars behind until morning.  

You and Eddie had walked back from the pier and returned to your friends among the waves.  The remainder of the day was spent splashing, swimming, and repeating.  You didn’t dare go out too far into the water, the height of the waves intimidating you and leaving you closer to the shore where you could better predict their movements.  Jonathan, Eddie, Will, and El on the other hand had no fear, they faced the waves head on, swimming into them and riding them all the way back to land.  Jos and Argyle opted to do the same as you, playing it safe closer to the beach.  The three of you tossed around a foam football, the kind that soaks up the water enough for you to then squeeze it out.  You can’t help but giggle as you spot Eddie in the distance being tackled by a wave, his sopping wet hair thrown over his face at the impact.  He’s then bantering with Will, shoving him by the shoulder as he shakes his hair out of his face like a wet dog.  Will gives him another push back, sending Eddie off balance and into another oncoming wave.  “You’re gonna get what's coming to you, Byers.” He jokes, pointing a stern finger at the boy, bangs draped across his eyes.  “Oh, really?” Will looks at him quizzically.  “Cause what I’m seeing is you on your ass most of the time.” He finishes, leaving Eddie with a dropped jaw, astounded at Will’s true nature coming out.  It was heartening seeing Will warm up so quickly to Eddie, a contrast to what the boy was used to in his social life.  Besides his friendship with El and the group.

Exhausted, everyone disperses from the water—Jos and El to the pier for some fries, Will, Argyle, and Jonathan laying on beach towels, more than likely falling asleep, you sitting atop the wet sand staring off into the ocean, and Eddie standing a few feet away doing the same.  He looked angelic, his head of hair outlined by the remaining daylight, broad shoulders all burned and freckled, and his eyes twinkling as if he were a child on Christmas morning.  You almost don’t notice him backing up to claim a spot next to you in the wet sand, his knees to his chest and arms draped over them.  “Shit’s unreal.” He mutters quietly.  “Never thought I’d get to see the ocean to be honest.” He admits, never once looking away.  His bangs are just tickling his eyelashes in the most endearing way.  

“How’d you like your first official beach day?” You ask, squishing the sand in between your fingers, repeating the motion over and over.  “It was better than I imagined.  I thought the beach was just sittin’  around all day on your ass, sand getting everywhere and in everything—which, that part is true but I don’t mind it now.”  He explains, eyes squinting in the remaining sunlight.  “Oh and sunburns.  I’ve been sunburned before but this has that beat by like a thousand percent.” He pushes his palm into his bicep, the flesh turning white and then back to red again when he pulls away.  

“You’re gonna need a lot of aloe.  And you’re gonna peel like a lizard.” You joke, taking a leap and pressing a finger into his arm just as he did with his palm a moment before.  “Ouch!  Don’t do that!” He flinches away, softly rubbing his arm although his face almost says that the touch was welcome, a small grin displayed on his lips, eyes meeting yours for a brief second.  You could drink up the Coca-Cola fountain in those irises.  You murmur a humorous ‘sorry’ as he turns his focus back to the water.  And there he is again, enamored with the horizon and the tide’s movements.  The water meets at your legs every once in a while before retreating back into the ocean.  There is comfort in the silence of conversation between the two of you.  An understanding of some kind that just being in each other's presence is all that is needed right now.  You haven’t known Eddie for long but there is something—a kind of empathy detected in the air that neither of you could quite put your finger on.

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Firewood was stacked into the fire pit in preparation for later and the backyard was coming together for its annual Fourth of July potluck.  Marlene assigned Eddie to hosing off the back patio where the fire pit and chairs sat while Jocelyn set up the fold out tables alongside the house near the back door so food could easily be set out.  Sunflower patterned tablecloths were then laid across both tables, creating one long table.  Marlene plugged the lights in, the bulbs hanging above, draped diagonally across the patio creating a perfect summer setting.  

It was nearing six o’clock which was just around when everyone agreed to show up.  Eddie winded up the hose as he finished, his hair in a messy-barely there-low bun and one of Jocelyn’s old snapbacks with the ‘Monster’ logo jokingly on his head.  They’d been rummaging through her room earlier as Marlene asked her, even at the grown age of 23 to clean it and he took it as a souvenir or as he called it “an homage to Jocelyn’s emo phase”.  He’d been wearing it all day, refusing to take it off and now here he was on the patio in only his ripped jeans and a snapback.  If only you could have avoided the sight by arriving a few minutes later. 

You arrived at Jocelyn’s at six on the dot, always punctual.  Stepping out of your car with the items you’d bought at the store earlier in a grocery bag as well as the tray of ‘Oreo Ballz’, you made your way to the front door and let yourself in, heading straight for the kitchen.  Many smells flooded your senses, Marlene had been preparing food throughout the day for tonight.  The bag was placed carefully on the counter and just as you began to turn around to place the dessert into the fridge before setting them out for everyone to devour, you just had to catch a glance outside the kitchen window into the backyard only to find Eddie Munson in probably the best outfit he’s worn so far.  If you could even call it an outfit seeing as he wasn’t even wearing a shirt…again.  Usually a guy in a ‘Monster’ snapback would be deemed as a douche by your standards and you wouldn’t give them a second thought however Eddie made it work in a way that seemed almost ironic and he looked good—really good. 

Before any drool leaks from your mouth, you avert your eyes and spin around to place the treats in the fridge as originally planned.  A dampness made itself known in between your legs, a throbbing accompanying it as you stood pathetically in Marlene’s kitchen alone, thirsting over the sight in the kitchen window you’d just witnessed.  It’s then you realize you possibly have to face him in order to place the bags of chips and potato salad out on the tables.  Hiding out in the kitchen is an option, maybe even the bathroom but then you risk Marlene asking why you’re late since you’re always on time and you knew she’d see through any little white lie, she always did.  

Hands clammy, you grab the bag of food and bravely slide open the screen door just off the kitchen that leads to the back patio.  All three faces turn at the sound as they wrap up what they’re doing, Jos throwing the cushions on the chairs around the fire pit, Mar straightening out the tablecloths, and Eddie fighting with the water spicket the hose is connected to.  “Hey, there’s Peach.”  Eddie announces, almost as if they’d mentioned you right before you got there.  “Yeah, weren’t you gonna help us set up?” Jos raises a brow playfully.  “I said I’d try and be here before six but I got caught up on some stuff, I had to run back to the store for more cream cheese cause there wasn’t enough for the Oreo Ballz.” You explain as you pull the noisy bags of chips out and set them on the table followed by the potato salad.  “Hang on—‘Oreo Balls?’” Eddie questions as he finally gets the water turned off.  “Ballz.  With a ‘z’.” Jos corrects him as she picks up a bag of charcoal near the door, setting it next to the grill.  “Yeah that helps.” Eddie replies with a roll of his eyes.  “Peach was experimenting one day and came up with Oreo Ballz, it’s cream cheese and Oreos rolled into…y’know balls—or ballz, I guess.” Jos enunciates the z with finger quotes as she explains.  

The fact that she’s now calling you Peach unironically has you giddy.  You’d never had a nickname before and now you felt somewhat special as stupid as it sounded.  “Pretty straightforward name, I like it.” Eddie decides while nodding his head.  “Those are Jonathan’s favorite, you better hide a few for yourselves.” Marlene teases while doing one more sweep through of the patio with the broom.  You nod to her before answering.  “Don’t worry I made extra.  But if he does eat them all this time he’s going to have some serious digestive problems, that’d be like eating two blocks of cream cheese.” Your face scrunches in disgust as you finish the sentence.  “You know that’ll be no problem for him when he gets back from his ‘walk’.” Marlene points out with a smirk.  She wasn’t necessarily against it but she did find it funny how everyone tried to hide it from her.  “Boy could eat like it’s the last supper if we let him.” Jos adds, you and Eddie laugh.  

“Help me get the food from the house?” Marlene asks the three of you as she leans the broom back in its spot and  opens the sliding door, stepping inside.  Without a word you each follow and grab what Marlene instructs you to grab.  Holding a tray of searing chicken, pork, and asada, you walk it out to the table outside, setting it down while pulling the foil over it to keep bugs away as well as to keep it hot.  Soon enough one of the tables is full of the meat, taco fixings, pasta salad, rice,  some bowls of chips that Marlene had transferred them into, the famous jalapeño poppers, and the tub of potato salad now accompanied by a large serving spoon.  Eddie emerges from the kitchen carrying his contributions to the potluck, some pinwheel sandwiches in a plastic container bought from the store and a seven-layer dip, also from the store.  From this, you gather he isn’t much of a cook either.  

Jos adds her offering to the table, her famous deviled eggs sprinkled with paprika that she only makes because she enjoys them the most.  Around six fifteen everyone else shows up in Jonathan’s car, the vehicle coming to a noisy halt in the driveway letting you know they’ve arrived.  

El carries a fruit salad medley along with a Tupperware container filled with her delicious brownies while Will holds a tray of sweet and sour meatballs.  Jonathan brings his cheesy potatoes and Argyle his chocolate drizzled potato chips and a liter of Sprite.  Everything is laid out to soon be feasted on as everyone greets each other.  Eddie and Jos rush upstairs to change since they’d been cleaning up the patio earlier, their clothes having absorbed a thin layer of sweat.  Well Eddie wasn’t even wearing a shirt so you assume he’s gone to throw one on.  

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The sky was still coated with some daylight, a cool tone as the day winded down.  Everyone stuffed their faces as their paper plates were piled high with food and every once in a while a firecracker would go off in the distance and the speaker played a 70’s rock radio station as you ate without a word, the group too hungry and occupied to engage in a conversation at the moment.  Jos had grilled a few burgers and hot dogs for those who wanted them, she called herself ‘the neighborhood’s best dad’ as she did so.  The dogs, Winnie and Diesel waited patiently for a bite to miss someone’s mouth so they could act as the cleaning crew should any food hit the floor.  It was like Thanksgiving in Summer.

As plates were discarded in the trash can , bellies full, Argyle lit the firewood placed in the above ground fire pit.  Each one of you found your seats around it, the smoke now filling the air smelling like a campfire.  The dogs now laid at Marlene’s feet lazily while she listened to El enlighten her about something she learned in her agriculture class.  

“Peach, we’re gonna go for a walk in like fifteen before hitting up the table for seconds, you gonna come?” Jonathan asks, leaned back in his chair with his feet kicked up on the edge of the fire pit.  Peach seemed to be your nickname according to everyone now, not just Eddie and Jocelyn.  You liked it, it made you feel special which wasn’t really a major occurrence in your life.  “I think I’ll sit this one out, I don’t know if I could eat another bite—even after a ‘walk’.” You reply, he nods in understanding.  Your eye catches Eddie from across the fire pit, the flames dancing along your view of him, his hair down and his torso now adorned with a plain white t-shirt—he was scowling towards Jonathan though Jonathan didn't notice.  Why was he looking so intensely at him?  

Before you could register it, the look displayed on Eddie’s face was gone just like that as he glanced down and fidgeted with a rip at the knee in his jeans.  You’d have to tuck away your curiosity for now.  Glancing back over at Jonathan, you spark up a new conversation, quietly.  “Have you invited Eddie on a ‘walk’?  I told him your stuff is unreal.” You almost whisper, leaning toward his ear, not wanting Marlene to hear.  “No, but thanks for reminding me.” He whispers back, snapping his fingers.  He stands up and before walking away, looks back to you.  “You sure you don’t wanna come and just walk?  Like actually walk?”  He whispers the last part, sneaking a glance at Mar to make sure she isn’t looking.  It’s as if you’re teenagers sneaking around when in reality you’re all adults now.  You suppose everyone is just scared to disappoint Marlene since she’s like the group mom.  “I’m okay, have fun.” You giggle, waving him off.  He smiles and proceeds to move toward Eddie on the other side of the fire pit who has a distant expression on his face.

“Peach.” Will flops down next to you with a mouthful of pasta salad.  “Hm?” You hum tearing your gaze from Eddie and Jonathan.  “You got the booze for later?” He asks, swallowing his food.  You give him a look of bewilderment before answering.  “What are you, 85?!” You laugh as he scoffs.  “Okay, first of all, rude.  Never say that to me again.” He crosses his arms, his eyes wide.  “Then don’t say things like that!” You justify, giving his shoulder a nudge with your palm.  “Do you have it or not?” His face is now pleading, his lips pouting.  Taking a moment to think for longer than nexessary you finally give him a response.  “I don’t but Jos does.”  Will grins and sighs out a ‘yes’.  It was also tradition to get drunk at the end of the night every Fourth of July and have a sleepover in the garage.  Was it really considered a sleepover if everyone actually just passed out before being given the chance to Uber home?

“We’re going to take a walk.” Jonathan announces as Eddie, Argyle, and Jos follow.  Will hops out of his chair a little too enthusiastically to join them.  El remains seated next to Marlene, she was never really one to participate and you only dabbled occasionally when you felt like it.  Marlene shoots Jonathan a knowing look, not mean, just teasing.  He awkwardly shoves his hands in his pockets and avoids her eyes as he gives the three of you a small wave.  

“So…” Marlene begins as she directs her attention to you.  “How is everyone treating Ed?” She asks like the concerned mother she is.  “What do you mean?” You inquire, tilting your head to the side, looking at El who is wearing the same puzzled expression you are.  Marlene sighs before answering.  “Is everyone getting along?” She vaguely clarifies.  Searching your brain for anything she may be referring to, all you can recall is that everyone got along, especially with Eddie.  “Yes, why?  Did something happen?” You ask with furrowed brows.  Mar shakes her head, running a hand through her long dark hair.  “He’s just been through a lot for someone so young.  Just wanted to make sure things were okay.” She says, worry evident in her light brown eyes.  You’re unsure of what exactly may be stirring up this uncertainty and you’re not sure if you should impose by asking either.  El doesn’t give you the chance to decide when she blurts out “What happened?” concern filling her features.  Marlene ponders for a moment, her eyes shifting back and forth in thought.  “It’s not really my place to say, if he feels comfortable he’ll talk about it.” Mar replies, glancing down with almost a look of guilt.  As if she brought up something she wasn’t supposed to.  “Just keep an eye out for him?” She asks gently.  You and El nod.  “Of course.” You assure her with a small smile.  This only made you want to gravitate toward Eddie even more.

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Jonathan, Eddie, Jos, Argyle, and Will smoked in the field or the ‘reservoir’, near a tunnel that led to the sewers at the edge opposite of the dam.  They stood on the concrete at the opening of the tunnel.  It was covered in graffiti, tagged by people who had stopped by long enough to give it the time of day.  The skunky smell wafted through the air between them as Jos puffed on the joint.  “This is our little stoner spot.” She explains to Eddie, gesturing around as if to say welcome.  Eddie nods, his curls bouncing with the motion.  “Don’t have the balls to do it in front of Mar?” He mocks.  Jos hands the joint off to Will as she answers.  “I’ll have you know Jonathan is the one who’s fucking terrified of her.  I just do it on the down low in the yard.  I don’t even think she cares.”  She shrugs and Jonathan’s eyes widen in disbelief.  “You are SO scared of getting caught, don’t pin it on me!” He says in his defense.  Will passes the joint to Eddie, he takes a long puff as the two continue to argue.  “At least I don’t get all anxious and weird when she gives you the ‘look’ every time we take a ‘walk’!” Jos states factually.  “I do not!” Jonathan shoots back.  “Oh dude, you so do.” Argyle butts in as Eddie passes him the joint.  “Argyle!” Jonathan pleads.  “Sorry, dude—it's true TV.” He puffs on the joint, blowing it toward Jonathan’s face.  “Jonathan, just drop it.” Will pipes up shaking his head.  “Dude, not cool, I’m your brother, you’re supposed to be on my side.” Jonathan whines.  Will shrugs in response, leaving his brother defeated.  “I love this kid.” Eddie giggles, eyes glassy and heavy, a dopey smile on his face while he slings his arm around Will’s shoulder.  

The rest of the conversation that took place was not remembered by any of the participants, too stoned to even know what was being said moments after saying it.  High and happy, they retreated back to the fire pit to resume the night’s activities which would hopefully involve devouring any leftovers.

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As the evening darkened and more fireworks appeared throughout the sky, the cracks and pops heard through every neighborhood, the fire got brighter and created a glow across everyone’s faces.  Not even five minutes after coming back, Argyle and Eddie had finished off the chocolate drizzled potato chips, another serving of everything, and a couple dozen Oreo Ballz.  Jonathan only put up a slight fight, giving up after Eddie set aside a plate with a few of them, Jonathan too dazed to keep up with the two boys and returning to a seat in front of the fire.   

Conversations were flowing and you had been chatting to Argyle about his disgust for cats.  Eddie and Jonathan were both holding acoustic guitars, strumming random melodies as discussions continued and they gave their two cents every now and then.  Argyle removed on about how terrifying cat claws were and you suddenly weren’t listening when you overheard Marlene telling everyone else about her younger years.  The side conversations ceased as everyone tuned in on her, even Argyle forgetting he was even talking while turning his attention to her.  

“She did not!” Jos yells in disbelief at her mother.  “She did!  Stacy Harrington worked with us at The Hideout.  Before she was all rich and housewifey—“ “—and snobby!” Jos interrupts with a nasally voice laughing to herself.  “And snobby…” Marlene confirms.  “She was just like us regular folk.” She speaks with a sudden southern accent, causing El and Will to bark out a laugh.  All attention was on Mar as she relived her younger years, a glow in her aura as she spoke.  

“Yeah, me and Roxanne had to teach her pretty much every single little thing, even wiping down a table!  She didn’t have a clue how to clean things!” She describes through a wide smile.  “So even before she was known as ‘Stacy Harrington’, I guess she still didn’t know how to work?” Mar guesses with a shrug.  “Oh my god, but me and Roxy would always have to go behind her after she cleaned and do it again.  There was no point in even hiring her since it was double the work.” Jos’s expression is amused as she learns this information.  “What about the time you had to ride on Roxy’s motorcycle and you peed yourself!  Tell them about that one!”  Jos remembers, excitement seeping out of her.  “No!!  I only told you that one out of confidence!”  Mar jokingly scolds her daughter, taking a sip of a beer she had been nursing.  Everyone roars with laughter around the fire, warmth felt inside and out.  “We got into some situations back then, she was my best friend.” Mar smiles, replaying the memories in her mind.  “Where is she now?” Jonathan asks, a grin on display.  It gets quiet, crickets chirping in the distance, mirroring the atmosphere just created.  What was just a cozy and inviting environment was now uncomfortable and tense.  Marlene glances at Eddie so quickly you would miss it if you weren’t looking directly at her but you were.  

Eddie’s eyes are void of life, glassy but not from smoking, you don’t think.  His face is pale from what you can tell in the glow of the fire in front of him.  He makes no movements and is seemingly frozen, breaths quick and staggered as his chest heaves ever so slightly.  Suddenly in one quick motion, he stands and is gone before your eyes, leaving his guitar on the seat and making his way out to the front yard away from everyone.  All eyes are on the chair he was previously occupying, no one knowing what to say.  Marlene clears her throat quietly.  “Roxy—Roxy was Eddie’s mom.” She manages to get out, a shake in her voice.  “But…” she continues as she straightens her posture.  “I think that’s enough for tonight.  Once Ed gets back we’ll go up the hill for fireworks?” She questions.  A simple nod is all she’s offered from the group.  Jos speaks up and shifts to a new topic, hoping to aid her mom.  

As they move on to a new subject, you’re confronting the fact that all those stories about Roxy Marlene had told you and Jos about, were about Eddie’s mom.  Everything they’d been through together, all the good times, all the bad.  The time they took their kids to the local water park when they were little, their first day of kindergarten when they dropped them off together, the nights Roxy would drag Mar along to a local concert on their night off and they had extra tip money before they had kids.  But not once did she mention Eddie was her son in the time he’s been here.  Eddie was the renowned Roxy’s son, the woman in Marlene’s stories.  And Jos didn’t mention anything either.  You’d concluded that since it appeared to be a sensitive topic, they didn’t mention anything to protect Eddie—that is until they got caught up tonight and forgot he was right there.

Wild mocha colored curls, wide doe eyes, and deep dimples etched into her face, the woman in the photo you recall Marlene showing you is the spitting image of Eddie.  She wears a denim jacket with several pins and patches placed throughout the front pockets.  Some display logos for bands such as Black Sabbath, Dio, Metallica, and several others.  A few of them are for different causes such as one that reads ‘Women’s rights are human rights’.  She’s beautiful and from what you can see and what you’ve heard, she was the definition of a badass woman who was also the most kindhearted soul in the small town of Hawkins.  

Pulling yourself from your recollection of Roxanne from the stories and pictures, you come back into your body and find that everyone was once again conversing among each other as normal.  A tinge of worry swirls in your mind, Eddie coming to the forefront of your thoughts—where was he?  Was he okay?  Probably not, you decide based on his reaction however it seems Marlene wasn’t worried and she probably had a better idea of what was going on in his head seeing as she didn’t run after him to console him.  You could leave it at that—you probably should leave it at that and just wait for him to come back on his own but there’s a surge within you that’s forcing you to gravitate to him.  “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” You mutter to no one in particular before making your way through the kitchen door and then through the front door.  

There’s not a soul out front, not a trace of the curly haired man, only the bugs making their presence known as the crickets play their tune and mosquitoes buzz through the air.  It’s dark out now, the stars are sprinkled across the night sky almost intentionally placed.  Fireworks are booming and echoing as they explode, the prominent smell of several barbecues still  happening throughout the community.  Approaching Eddie’s van, you peek through the windshield looking for any signs of life but to your disappointment he’s not there.  The end of the driveway calls your name and you're walking toward the street, searching to the left and to the right for any signs of where he could have gone.  It occurs to you that maybe you’re thinking too hard and Eddie just ended up going upstairs and called it a night.  That is until you catch a glimpse of a figure seated on top of the dam across the reservoir, too far to actually decipher who it is though no one else really hangs out there and he seemed drawn to it like a moth to a flame that day you went up there with him.  Much like how you were becoming toward him.  

—

Things were quiet atop the dam as usual save for the occasional pop of a firework.  Eddie had found himself sitting up there quite often throughout his stay, usually when he wanted to be alone and think, sometimes he’d smoke and let off some steam.  The city lights twinkled at him and the moon beamed, creating a bath of celestial light around him.  Eyes blurry with unshed tears and his mouth wobbling as he tried to keep his cool, Eddie sniffled and inhaled a deep breath as he stared up at the moon.  His lashes were wet, collecting as much liquid as they could without spilling toward his cheeks.  A nervous hand ran through his hair, trembling while he exhaled shakily before he spoke softly into the night.

“Hey mama.” His voice wavers as a tear escapes the confines of his eyes, rolling down his cheek and onto his lip.  He licks it away and brings his hand up to wipe any remnants away.  Shaking his head and sniffling harder than before, the dam cracks and hot tears spill over his cheeks while his lip quivers.  As much as he tries to keep them at bay, the salty tears continue streaming down his face while he smudges his hands over them again and again as if each time he does it will be the time they vanish.  “I miss you.” He chokes out, finally relaxing his shoulders and releasing a sob, burying his face in his palms.  “I fucking miss you.” 

A memory plays out in his mind, a memory of mama, his mama…

“C’mon baby, there’s no use crying over spilled milk—or—spaghettios.” Her eyes are kind as little Eddie wails from his spot at the table, the watery tomato sauce coating the wooden surface and spilling into his lap,  little ‘o’ shaped pastas scattered throughout the mess.  “M—mama.” Snot drips from his red nose, his small hands rubbing it all over his face and mixing it with his tears.  “D—daddy’s gonna find o-out I—I spilled—m’ sorry mama.”  Roxanne grabs the mini white plastic trash can from the kitchen, not too far away from where she’d been sitting across from Eddie.  The house was cramped and could barely fit the three people living in it.  She takes an old rag and starts swiping the mess into the trash, kneeling next to her son still sitting in his chair.  The tomatoey spill is cleaned from the table and wiped from Eddie’s lap, leaving some stains behind on his ripped denim shorts and a few on his shirt.  Mama tosses the soiled rag into the sink still kneeling.  She looks to the little boy in front of her and rakes her fingers through his curls that were just barely falling into his face.  “You let me worry about that, okay Peach?” She assures him, a touch of her southern drawl slipping out.  The six year old looks into his mom’s deep brown eyes, nothing but love filling them.  

“No—no, don’t want him to hurt you again.” He whimpers as he clutches his mama’s shirt into his little fists, tucking his face into her shoulder, the scent of coconut shampoo overtaking him.  “He’s not gonna find out, Eddie.  Okay?  We’ll wash your clothes before he gets home, don’t you worry.” She promises.  Eddie nods, sniffling into mama’s shirt, she’s unbothered and welcomes it as she cradles his head with her hand.  Letting out a gentle sigh she vows to him “I’m gonna get us outta here, you hear me?  Gonna go some place where he can’t scare us or touch us.”

Eyes now bloodshot from crying and his face puffy, Eddie lets out a few hiccups before calming down and engulfing himself in silence once again.  Little does he know that as you approached the dam, hoping to check up on him and see if he needed anything, you’d see him sobbing and froze.  It felt wrong to watch but you physically couldn’t move as you rapidly tried to figure out what to do in your head.  As he seemed to settle down, you figured this would be the moment to make yourself known.

“Eddie?” You speak softly, slowly stepping toward him.  Shooting up, he does one more wipe of his face, hiding away as much emotion as possible.  “I was just leaving.” His voice is deep and raspy, nose stuffy.  “Eddie, you don’t have to—I’ll go back right now, I didn’t mean to…” you trail off trying not to startle him more than you have as if he were a horse just seconds away from being spooked.  “I was going to anyway.” His expression is stoic as he clenches his fists to his sides.  You don’t know what overcomes you but a second later you’re wrapping your arms around his waist in a tight hug, head to his chest, offering your support through your actions.  He becomes paralyzed, arms in the air as if defending himself and a gasp falling from his lips while you hang onto him.  Every emotion hits him at once, overstimulating his mind and before he knows it he chokes out a sob he didn’t know he was holding onto, hands grabbing at the back of your shirt tightly while he cries into your shoulder.  

He’s lost his cool in this brief moment, memories flashing in his brain, “Men don’t cry.”, “Boy, I’ll give you something to cry about if you don’t quit!”, “Stop being such a sissy and man up.”  All of it rushes through his thoughts, the vision of his dad rolling his sleeves up with fire in his eyes while mama was working the night shift at The Hideout and he was supposed to be asleep.  

He got curious when he heard another woman’s voice from where he was laying in bed, the one he shared with mama.  Dad usually took the couch, always passing out after coming home late and crashing onto the nearest cushion.  It was rare when mama would leave Eddie alone with him and this was one night she couldn’t find anyone else, she had to work to keep the bills paid and food on the table for her only son.  Before leaving she instructed him to stay in bed and that she would be back before he knew it.  He could never forget the fear that coursed through him when his dad caught him peeking around the corner, a bright red hand print delivered to his cheek and a bloody lip to match.  He swore the devil lived in his fathers veins.  Told Eddie “Suck it up, you stop pouting that lip at me or I’ll put it back for you.”  And when mama came back home that night to find Eddie asleep with a bruise under his lip crusted with blood and a handprint on his face, she knew she couldn’t wait any longer to pack up and leave.  They couldn’t go far with such little money but she had to do something.

Eddie’s hands are still clenching your shirt, tears soaking the fabric at the collar.  Stroking his back gently over his leather jacket, you stayed there for as long as he needed, whispering to him “It’s okay, I’m right here.  It’s alright.”  He was shaking uncontrollably, cries consuming his body.  Until you feel him tense up and his entire demeanor shifts.  Letting go, he stumbles backwards, a flash of fear in his eyes.  “Are you okay?” You ask with concern, taking a step toward him.  He quickly steps back again before his features display something you can only make out as anger as his brows come together and his stare becomes cold.  “Just—“ he croaks out, his face still wet, eyelashes separating delicately.  He appears to be having an internal battle with himself.  You frown at him, unsure if words would help the situation so you opt to remain quiet.  “Leave me alone.” He says sternly, brushing past you and back toward the house.

Within seconds Eddie disappears into the night and back toward the house.  Confusion clouds your brain, unsure of what just occurred.  He was suddenly so upset, his energy completely devoid of the sadness he previously displayed.  Anger seeped through his pores with a hint of embarrassment.  You didn’t know how to take it.  Was he angry at you for coming out and finding him when he wanted to be alone?  Was he just taking it out on you because his mother was mentioned?  You couldn’t be sure and you’d have to carefully address the subject the next time you had a chance.  Eddie was a closed book that you were determined to read.

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#5

I'm All Yours

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!Reader

Rating: G (Domestic fluff)

Word Count: 792

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Summary: Musings and market meandering with Javi and his amada.

Notes: Thanks to the alternate FMK post here, @lowlights had me scheme this up and I couldn't stop myself. This one is for you, Laura 💙!

If you’d asked seventeen year old Javier where he saw himself in ten years his answer never would have been Colombia, working for the DEA, and if you asked twenty-seven year old Javier where he saw himself in ten years his answer wouldn’t have been happily in a relationship with the sweetest woman in the world home in Texas and retired from the DEA.

But here he was.

Somehow life had circled back for him, the world turning and taking him to another country and back, but this time he wasn’t the wild child of Laredo planning to propose to his high school sweetheart fresh out of graduation. He was older, wiser, more jaded, but also happier.

“So, I was thinking of trying to make something new tonight.” Your grin was wide but soft, full of nothing but adoration, and it was a damn miracle that you’d even crossed paths back in Bogotá.

He had stopped into a panadería for a late breakfast and you’d been there grabbing an early lunch, sight-seeing with friends on a long vacation that you’d all managed to save up for, and you’d gotten each other’s food but only found out after Javier had gotten back to the Embassy.

After that he’d run into you again, once more at the panadería, but instead of ordering the torta maria luisa again, you ordered pandebono rellano de arequipe. Hearing you order his go-to sweet had made Javier smile and come up closer, telling you to try the pandebono con bocadillo too.

The pair of you had split the filled cheese bread treats, as well as a slice of torta de café that Javier insisted on paying for, and you’d agreed to meet him at the panadería every morning for breakfast while you were in Bogotá.

Three days of just breakfast dates turned into dinner invitations, which eventually led to you back at his place in his bed, and when your time in Colombia was coming to an end Javier had a choice of his own to make.

Go to Mexico or go home to Laredo.

Javi had chosen option three.

“What were you thinking of trying, mi amada?” You smiled at his nickname, when he’d told you it meant ‘my beloved’ it had made you giggle shyly and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth as the pair of you sat together for your first dinner date with Steve and Connie in Miami.

“Coconut rice, maybe with grilled fish? Oh, and definitely ajiaco.” Javier smiled as you held the woven basket to your side, walking with you through the local Latino market together, and his hand held your left one gently while his thumb played with your engagement ring.

Javier had proposed after two years of living in Miami working for the local PD as a consult for recognizing sicaros out and about, you’d accepted without hesitating and even agreed to move to Laredo with him after his Pops called about getting bust up from the ranch and needing to slow down. Now the two of you were living at the ranch, a second home being built on the property that was larger than the little two-bedroom he’d grown up in, and your wedding was fast approaching.

“Do you know what you need?” His question made you pause and look up at him, shaking your head innocently, and Javier couldn’t help his chuckle as he shook his head and guided you toward the fruits first for the coconut.

You tried to keep up with the rapid-fire conversation between him and the abuela running the stand, commendable and even the elder woman said as much, but eventually you surrendered and began asking him things in English that he translated and clarified for you.

Coconut and guava made their way into the basket along with two bags of masarepa since he knew arepas con queso were among your favorite snacks, and Javier chuckled as you bee-lined for the vegetables.

“Mi amor.” Your endearment was soft, it was probably the most fluent thing you could say in Spanish, and it made his heart soar every time.

“Sí?”

“I think I want to learn how to make pandebono rellano de arequipe.” The gleam in your eyes as you teased him with his favorite morning sweet, aside from you, spoke of very wicked things and Javi couldn’t help the way his body reacted to the obvious come on.

You were as subtle as an eighteen wheeler when you wanted him, which was more of a turn on than anything, but looking at him like that telling him you wanted to learn how to make his favorite treat?

He hated that you still had shopping to do.

“When we get home-“

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Never Really Over - Sparks Fly (i)

Pairing: Francisco Morales x Female Reader x Dieter Bravo Rating: E (Explicit, Minors DNI) Warnings/Possible Triggers: Vague mentions of past/present substance use (coke and alcohol), Dom/Sub elements, M/M/F, SHAMELESS smut

Word Count: 10.6K Notes: This started out as angst (which I hate to write) and then the lovely @ezrasbirdie and @wordsnwhiskey let me talk it out to them and woke up the whore brain who ended up writing this instead so now you get shameless self-indulgent smut.

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I tried really hard not to use any sort of descriptions to code the reader any way other than female but if I did somewhere please let me know kindly. Not beta read at all, ya'll get this raw as hell and I'm still kind of new to writing smut so please be gentle 💙 I have not ever done, nor have the intention of doing, hard drugs and if you or a loved one or friend has a history of use and addiction problems please remember that help is out there for you both for the user and their support system and that even if it's hard and scary to confront it that at least I will be proud of you for taking steps to be the best you that you can be.

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Allure

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.1K Content Warnings: Thar be monsterfucking ahead (Din is an alien here), sex pollen/pheromone influence (but consensual), mentions of crazy alien biology for pointless plot and because I'm a nerd, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Notes: This is a birthday request/gift to @hardc0rehaylz! Hope you enjoy, birthday girl 💙 Reader has the nickname "Miss Fortune" but I tried to avoid any other descriptors.

Something was wrong with you.

For the past week you’d begun waking up overheated, sheets stained from sweat and messy drenched underwear, and you’d wondered if you were having some really good dreams that you just weren’t remembering but never had it been a week straight consistently. The only saving grace was that your new traveling companions, Mando and Grogu, were in the crew bunks while you had your soundproofed Captain’s quarters.

You couldn’t begin to imagine the quick death you’d be given for potentially “corrupting” the child.

Taking on the armored bounty hunter and his green pollywog as a crew hadn’t been in your plans but he had promised good pay and Peli was able to modify the star fighter port on your ship to fit his N-1 without an issue. A scrapper and a bounty hunter, the pair of you were definitely something and as much as his quiet demeanor had been kind of off-putting at the start you’d gotten to know his body language pretty well.

The kid was cute too, so that was always a plus.

You let out the softest sound of annoyance before getting up, taking the coldest shower you could since you were set to land today and drop off some of the higher value scrap stored in the hull. It would have been nice to be able to take care of yourself but that just wasn’t in the cards, instead you willed that ache away as best you could under the ice cold spray. A fresh two-piece flightsuit was thrown on over your compression leggings and thermal top –it wasn’t exactly warm in space, even with environmental controls- and after tugging on your boots you made your way toward the bridge.

You noticed Mando and Grogu sitting in the lounge area, the pollywog was playing with that little metal ball you saw him with constantly while the armored hunter was looking over your spare datapad with electronic schematics in it. His old ship was pre-Empire so he struggled with some of the repairs on yours, his way of chipping in was to handle minor fixes for you since he’d paid to install a mobile carbonite unit, so he’d been determined to learn what he could.

But watching him sit up straighter, the way his shoulders practically jumped, made you pause. His helmet turned slowly toward you and it almost came across as a bashful gesture.

“Mando? You okay there?” His shoulders drooped as he nodded and you decided to ignore his weird behavior, since there was no chance in the Maker that he’d ever actually tell you what was wrong with him. Instead you hit the bridge and double checked the coordinates and autopilot settings, your astromech was in the process of repairs and waiting for you back at the Guild headquarters so everything was manual for now, and Mando was lucky that he could do the calculations in his head after nearly destroying Belt.

You sat down in your seat and smiled when you heard Mando’s heavy steps take the gunners chair, he’d deferred to your flying after a particularly nasty dogfight you’d won while soaring through an asteroid field. With you in the pilot’s seat and him in the gunner chair no other scrappers or smugglers had been able to bully Lady Luck away from a haul again. Added to the repairs and modifications Mando helped fund, after you were introduced to the stubborn and charming –in her own way- Peli Motto, your light freighter was a bounty hunter and scrapper’s dream.

Neither of you spoke as you navigated through the energy barricades, landing in your designated dock at the spaceport, and you waved to a few of the usual attendants after opening the cargo doors so they could begin unloading. Jaxom waved at you and an amused smile crossed the Toydarian’s face as Mando walked just behind you, very close to your back, but your eyes landed on the numerous Jawa convoys that were here to buy up what they could.

The little scavengers weren’t unusual here but they were known to try and steal right out of fresh drops, luckily for you the loading and unloading crews weren’t amateurs.

“Welcome back, Miss Fortune, I already see several high credit items being unloaded as we speak and am quite eager to see what you might’ve brought home.” You shrugged Jaxom’s arm off your shoulder and playfully punched the Guild Coordinator in the arm. His flirting wasn’t anything serious but you still discouraged it where you could, you did not want to give him the idea that you’d ever accept his company.

“Hands to yourself Jax, I know where them mitts of yours have been.”

“You wound me, but I suppose you’re right, I keep telling you not to assume the Hutts aren’t good lovers.”

“Yuck, no fuckin’ way you disgusting slug licker. Is Belt repaired yet?” You nearly buckled at the sudden touch of Mando’s gloved hand on your lower back as he moved beside you, the heat that shot through your body almost made you fall into him, and your everything responded enthusiastically to the contact. Jaxom looked between the two of you and his hands rose in a placating gesture before he stepped aside to go count up your haul, leaving you to head into the workshop where Belt greeted you with a cheerful chime.

The entire walk you had Mando’s hand on you, the heat of it practically radiating through his glove, and as much as you wanted to him ask why he was doing that your tongue had felt like it was swollen and you were almost wondering if anyone could see the effect it had on you.

Belt chimed and the BB-2 unit rolled over toward you with a cheerful little cry, you crouched down and immediately hugged him close. With Mando’s hand off your back there was just enough of a sharpness that returned to you, something was definitely wrong but you couldn’t run a health scan quite yet.

“Belt, look at you, lookin’ real good now. Mando promised not to try and shoot you again, okay? So if he tries anything let me know right away.” The droid hummed and its head shifted to look up into the dark visor, then back to you, before Belt chirped and whistled in agreement. You couldn’t help but smile when Grogu whined and reached for the droid, he’d devloped a quick attachment after all, but it was even cuter as Mando set the child on Belt’s dome head and the droid rolled after the armored hunter with Grogu on him.

You bit your cheek to avoid laughing and waved to Grogu, heading for the cantina for a drink and to meet with Jaxom for your pay as Belt followed Mando back onto Lady Luck. The fact that getting distance from Mando made that strange heat burning under your skin dissipate a little didn’t really clock you as strange, even though it should have, and Jaxom watched the door as you walked in as if waiting for the bounty hunter to follow.

After being grilled about when you’d started sleeping with the tin can –which you hadn’t, even if you wanted to- Jaxom finally paid you and sent you on your way. Mando had two bounties on planets nearby so once refueling was done you were set to leave, your steps were light and you were ready to just lock yourself back in your room for some relief when you stepped into the hull and were nearly bowled over by the sharp spicy musk that practically permeated everything. Your knees trembled and you did go down, after the hull doors closed at least, while you struggled to breathe past the thick air.

Heavy footsteps made you look up and Mando uttered a soft curse, scooping you up with one arm as the other rested just below your ass like a seat as he pressed you against his body and hurried toward your cabin.

“Mando?”

You had a thousand and one questions but your tongue refused to work, everything was starting to feel fuzzy, and Mando continued to utter curses as he set you into your bunk and disappeared. The thick air seemed to follow him, your room suddenly felt too small and your skin was too hot, hurriedly you began to fumble with your flight suit to just get it off. It was like you couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, everything was too tight and your clothes felt itchy and uncomfortable.

“Easy, hey, wait-“

Mando’s return was quiet and the door closed behind him, his hands stilling your movements, and that helmet was practically burning through you.

“You’re okay, it’s not- it’s me, this is my fault.”

“What is it?”

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Just The Way You Are

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem!Reader Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI) Word Count: 4.2k Contains: SMUT AHEAD, tummy worship, dick piercings, oral (f receiving), unprotected PiV (wrap it up in real life) Notes: This is a very late birthday present for the lovely Ash (@mandoblowmybackout) so I hope you like it, love!

Somehow you weren’t surprised to find that your living room was upended, the couch and loveseat shoved as far back as they could be while Dieter held his body in a wobbly tree pose, and you took a long moment to just watch him from the entry hall of your apartment. His usual “athletic attire” of baggy sleep pants and a tee shirt were traded out for gym shorts and a tank top, they were definitely new since you didn’t recognize them, and you admired the way the purple fabric looked against his skin as Dieter struggled to keep his balance.

The television volume was low enough that he should have heard you come in, meaning he was either aware and just not paying attention or Dieter had truly gotten absorbed into the yoga program, so you went about unpacking your empty lunch containers to be washed and get yourself out of the now dry sweaty clothes you’d been wearing all day. Slipping into the shower, wanting to clean off the dried sweat and be able to relax, you couldn’t help but sigh as you let the hot water beat against your skin and work to relax your sore muscles.

Lingering in the shower, even after you were clean, you couldn’t help but hum as you stretched your own limbs to work out as much of the lingering discomfort as you could. Lugging around boxes upon boxes of heavy parts at work, since it was an inventory counting day, had left your arms feeling like noodles and your legs burned from the ache of all the lifting and walking you’d done.

Out of all the celebrities you’d ever met on a movie set Dieter was the only one who looked at you the same way he looked at every other person, he had asked if you wanted to have sex with him and despite your refusal he’d been kind. That kindness had sparked a horrendous crush; one that you’d never expected anything to come out of since he was an Oscar winner and had a history dating celebrities and fucking underwear models.

Someone like you was not even close to being on his radar, but you’d somehow managed to become his friend over the course of shooting and now Dieter spent a lot of time crashing at your place rather than his home in Beverly Hills, and all the proximity was doing was making it hard to deny that you truly had feelings for him. One of your hands skated up to circle your nipple and the other slid down to run along your folds in a teasing way, you’d seen him in a wide variety of comfortable loungewear before but something about his purple shorts and white tank-top did it for you.

“F-fuck.” The word slipped out before you could bite your lip, imagining that it was Dieter’s careful touch instead of yours, and when you circled your clit with a breathy exhale you knew that you’d have to rush when you heard the drag of the furniture through the door. You worked your body with precision, letting your mind wander to the idea of Dieter coming into the bathroom unannounced and joining you, so when you did manage to finally come it was on the edge of unsatisfying but still took enough of the tension off.

It was just in time as a knock sounded on the door.

“Gonna use all the hot water in there?”

“Piss off, it’s my apartment.”

Your reply earned a laugh and you snorted softly as you turned everything off and got out, after a quick rinse of course, and throwing on your loungewear before daring to exit the bathroom. Dieter studied you as you stepped out into the living room, which he’d put back to rights for you, and as you grabbed one of your books from your reading stack he headed for the bathroom next.

One of the best things about your apartment was the double casement window you’d turned into a reading nook, building a thickly padded bench with shelves for books beneath and between two taller bookshelves that framed the window which you could lean against and LED lights were fastened into the front of the shelves and softened by a shaded resin cover so that you always had light to read if you needed it.

While your window did open to your balcony the outdoor space was not protected that well from the elements, so on rainy days you could still enjoy the fresh air without risking getting drenched by cracking your casement windows open just a little.

You were pretty far into your book when Dieter nudged you and gestured to your breakfast bar -which was where you ate since you didn’t need a dining table- where he had set up dinner. The mess piled by your sink made you glance at him; he didn’t like cooking so the fact that he had made dinner was enough to have you wondering if you’d done something or he’d gotten some big role. Dieter had gone for vegan tacos, his distrust of wireless technology had spiraled into an almost comedic distrust of heavily processed foods.

“Thank you for making dinner.” Dieter blinked and hurried to swallow the mouthful of food he’d taken, you couldn’t help but wince given that he’d hardly even chewed it.

“If I’d left it to you then something tells me we’d end up getting take-out.” The jab was playful so you didn’t take offense to it, mostly because he was right, and you couldn’t help but nudge him before beginning to eat. The pair of you watched some YouTube videos from his iPad together as you ate, laughing over professionals critiquing life hack videos related to their field, and you even mentioned a few of your embarrassing stories about needing to learn to fix things when you first moved out.

By the time you were both cleaning up the dishes your ribs hurt from laughing, your cheeks ached from smiling, and Dieter was red in the face. It was so easy to be around him, even with his occasional drug use the man had never hurt you or scared you, and especially moments like these you knew why you’d developed a crush on him. It didn’t help that he liked to lounge around shirtless in a bathrobe and shorts, like he was doing now, for some reason his arms were the parts of himself he wasn’t entirely keen on showing.

Dieter dried off the last pot and put it away, wiping your counter down with a Clorox wipe, and you couldn’t help but notice that he had a new tattoo on his hand that you didn’t recognize.

“Dee?”

It was four little spines with a date in the middle and bands making a circle between the spines, he followed your gaze and finally looked up at you.

“I uh, that’s when I decided to go clean.” He showed you the NA Google search result and your eyes misted over before you could stop yourself.

“That was six weeks ago- I’m so proud of you Dee.” His lips lifted into a smile and the hug he gave you as you squeezed him tightly made your skin tingle, you’d always believed he could –and would- be able to beat his addiction with the right motivation and drive. You wanted to ask why, what happened that he decided enough was enough, but you also didn’t want to keep talking about it since you could tell he was uncomfortable thinking about his goal to get better.

The inconsistent yoga times made sense now, he’d started about six weeks ago, it was a way for him to do something else whenever he got the urge to use.

“Thanks, I- I appreciate you more than you know.” His voice caught and you stepped back to look up at him, wondering if something was wrong, but the expression on his face was all softness. He leaned down and kissed you, before you could ask him if he was okay, and the touch of his lips on yours sent chills from the back of your neck down to your toes.

When you leaned closer, when you let yourself surrender to the affection that you’d only dreamed of, was when Dieter pulled you closer and kissed you like he wouldn’t be able to breathe otherwise. It was intense, desperate, and you were swept up in his mouth on yours. Hands burrowed into hair and his curls were soft between your fingers as he gripped you tight enough that it felt like he was trying to embed the ghost of his fingerprints into your skin.

The smell of the Clorox solution from the open container was jarring when he knocked it over in his attempt to drag you out of the kitchen, the liquid spilling onto the tile floor and soaking into your socks, and Dieter made an annoyed grumble into your mouth before he hurried to tidy up his mess and make sure you didn’t slip. The pair of you burst into giggles as he finally helped slide you out of the kitchen onto the carpeted living room floor, your socks quickly removed and feet wiped down with a paper towel, and you took pleasure watching him grab your mop and just run the solution over your floor instead of fighting it.

“You should wash your feet, so the chemicals don’t irritate your skin.” Dieter’s concern made you smile, shucking your socks into your hamper, and you took the time to brush your teeth as well as freshen up. Even if nothing but kissing happened –unlikely- you were buzzing with anxiety and dealing with all your stupid insecurities trying to rear their ugly heads. You made it two steps into your bedroom before Dieter’s hands were grabbing at your hips and dragging you back against him as he slotted his mouth against the side of your neck.

You spun in his hold and Dieter pulled back a moment to study your face, his eyes wide and his expression vulnerable, and you offered him your softest smile. You knew he was really insecure, under all his Hollywood bluster, so you didn’t push him for an answer and instead waited for him to either speak or return to what he was doing. Dieter’s expression melted to something serene and his next kiss was slower, deeper, and stoked the earlier arousal that you’d tried to get rid of in the shower.

Each slow step backward was taken as one unit, his grip was firm but no longer riding the edge between pleasure and pain, and Dieter spun so his back hit the mattress first. You grinned down at him as you moved up onto your hands and knees over him, feeling his hands slide along the outside of your hips and around the curve of your ass, and Dieter moaned when you dipped your head to lick into the little hollow between his collar bones before sinking your teeth into his pectoral and sucking a mark into the soft muscle.

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Kick Off Summer '24

a few weekends ago ended up being a kickoff to summer in the best way possible.

worked til 10pm on Friday night, then left home at 11pm and drove out 2.5 hours friday to arrive at the hotel ~1:30am, then drove an additional 40 minutes saturday to get to the whitewater rafting launch spot. the sun scorched my skin like i was being grilled alive; the temperature PERFECT for jumping into the river.

i had actually not planned on going bc it was going to be rushed and the weekend would not be relaxing. but i ended up changing my mind and going -- i have to take advantage of what little time i have to do the things i love. spending time on the river is always worth it. i would pay a lot of money and drive far even for just a few precious hours of floating on the water away from any roads and cars and cell phones. feel so alive when youre experiencing something that you dont want to end and trying to soak it all in because you know it will have to end soon.

when i jumped into the river, we got to a certain point where the river current was the strongest that i'd ever been swimming in a river. i was not doing anything yet current was moving me pretty quickly downstream. i eventually had to swim back to the raft and swimming against the current felt so futile haha. ken, vinci, karyn, sally, and their guide all fell into the river at some point after hitting rocks. there was a moment when i nearly fell in as well after hitting a rock but lodging my foot into the raft deeper saved me from going overboard.

afterward i drove one hour to get to elk grove. drove through the winding, curvy, one-lane-each-way road surrounded by trees on either side, listening to rock music of the 90s and 2000s. the heat against my skin, wearing the same clothes i've worn driving for many a summer road trip, synthetic fabrics tank top and shorts and sandals, no makeup on, hair wet from river water and then dried, sunblock greased on. surrounded by nature on a narrow road, the heat magnified through the windows, music for entertainment, giving myself permission to take that day off--pure bliss. it must be in my dna to embrace hot weather, being a daughter of two people who were born and raised in south Vietnam, then being born in LA as the year was heating up and being scheduled PE class after lunch too many times and growing up walking around my hometown in the afternoons.

spent time at my cousin karyn's house that evening. i helped to chop veggies and prepare dinner while occasionally snacking on some spinach flatbread, samosa, and a little bit of white wine.

was rafting with audrey. i was 13 when my cousin's daughter (technically cousin-once-removed, but i prefer to call her a niece instead) audrey was born, and she is about to start her freshman year at Berkeley this fall. we also spent the day with her prom date and partner, jayden. he'll be attending college in a different part of the state than her. talking to her, it was impossible to not recall that time in my life having graduated high school and about to start undergrad, since she is currently experiencing that summer. that was a time that was so ripe with change and new experiences. i am so happy for her, for all of the joy and all of the transformation and the beauty that life has to offer her this year and the next few. and i hope that no matter what hurdles hurtle toward her, she will look back at her 18-year-old self when she's 32 and be grateful for how they helped her grow.

so i also have to trust that these tribulations that hurt me the most now are also helping to strengthen me. they give me an opportunity to prove my resilience. the bad helps me value even more the good.

it's been 10 years since i graduated undergrad and 14 years since i graduated high school.

well, fuck.

the youngest there was stanley and it made me sad to think how quickly he's going to grow up, how childhood is so ephemeral, and before i know it he wont be a child anymore, and how finite the number of times are that i'll get to interact w/ him as a child.

time flies and you'll never get to relive the past. but being sad at something ending is a blessing because it means you experienced something so beautiful. which proves that the good outweighs the bad.

the next day we walked through a lowrider block party and got tamales and aguas frescas. the 100-degree heat and the sun burned my flesh just the way i like it. we then went to the California State Railroad Museum.

after that weekend, summer has been consumed by work and never having 2 consecutive days off from work in the span of a month. but on the bright side, cash shmoney is nice and i enjoy the work itself and the living community.

"Your hard work is the dream of every unemployed person." -Someone wise

i have to keep telling myself this. not sure if it's healthful to convince myself of this or if im supposed to be fighting for better work-life balance. but we're gonna roll with it that persuading myself of the bright sides is the right thing to do.

[donnymorgan]

Donovan "Donny" Morgan ▹ age: 45 ▹ He/him ▹ How Long Have They Been In Town?: birth-18 and back 4 years ▹ Bisexual ▹ single▹retired Marine

More Information tw: war tw: bombing tw: injury  tw: hospital 

Donovan Morgan aka Donny grew up in Kismet, Oregon as part of a large family tha that had been around for years. One family that did own a lot of places and ran with the high end of life. But Donny always one was who didn’t long to care for the fancy and only best things in life. He was happy to have the basics and just be a normal person. That he has a teenager got a job at a diner in town, the only child working in the family. But he knew he had a calling as kid and soon as he was eighteen he went off to join the Marines.  His family thought he was crazy and did try to talk him out it. By mostly saying they pay for him to travel or go to college. But Donny turned it all down and went in. Getting sent to Texas for his training and his first base. 

The first few years for Donny were wild ride, he had good time and worked his way up the ranks. But wasn’t one to long for the top, he was happy being a middle man and helped young Marines come in and learn with them. He was happy to serve all over the world and enjoyed it. The times he was back he spend in Texas and few trips back home. Over the years he met Noah when he joined the same squad a few years after himself. They soon became close and were always at each others side. 

Donny and Noah always were with each other and had each others backs, best friends in ways the most you can during the time they shared.  He got close to Noah and they did have a time they hooked up out of needing someone to be close too, this being only a few years after they met. But it never went past that again. But in 2019 they were out on a drive when they got hit by IED and it was bad everyone was hit hard in the squad many lost their lives right away. Donny took hard hit and was knocked out and his leg was hurt badly, to the point it was nearly off his body. His team did the best they can to help him, but with how hurt everyone was and the time it took to help it caused more damage. Once at the hospital they spent a few weeks trying to save his leg and almost got it back before clot came in and almost took Donny’s life and they had to take off his leg below the knee to save him. It was hard on Donny he knew what he wanted to for life was over. He got sent to recover in the hospital in hospital in New York and after spent a few months there a bit lost on what to do with his life .He ended up going to visit home and saw Cedar Grill And Lounge for sale when he took the chance and bought it. He got to live in the apartment above the bar and is happy. He likes to be close so he’s able to rest his leg and body when needed. He became a very homebody type of guy who was always at home when he wasn’t at at bar. He’s happy and tends to stay away from his family as much as he could. 

Donny still struggles with his PTSD A lot and is trying to work on himself, but it's very hard on him. Every time he feels like he's getting life on track and feeling normal again something sets him back. He goes to therapy and groups weekly to try and control his feelings and thoughts He very close to his service dog Honey who is always at his side and can always make him very happy. He has his ups and downs good days bad days, even times for weeks he's feeling and doing great. But after a bad storm his town it set Donny back badly and he went to the hospital to be the Psychiatric ward for two weeks. It was hard on him but was good for him. He had been out a few months now and was feeling better, doing better but he still has his moments.

Donny has rarely dated since he was high school.

Not wanting to worry someone or leave them behind for being in the Marines.

He did write people and later on would video chat but never dated since he was around seventeen years old.

[caffeinated-rants]

Things are really rough and I’m honestly surprised that I haven’t fully snapped.

I currently am unable to relax via artwork because I potentially have either tendonitis or carpal tunnel. Its my dominant hand, and so if I were to try and relax by doing artwork then I’d just be causing pain that would eventually lead to me being annoyed because of said pain and I’d need to stop drawing. I already did this to myself three times in the last few days when I did my comfort drawings over on my main blog. Only one of those drawings, the first TLK pic featuring Kovu, really gave me a sense of ease despite being in pain.

On top of the physical pain, there’s emotional pain. My grandma’s dementia is worsening. She’s confused more and more, she’s unable to dress herself and when she does then her pants are usually wrong in some way and she tries to put her head through the sleeves of her shirts and sweaters. She’s more recently become incontinent and has to be taken to the bathroom. I’ve been getting advice from coworkers and friends, and it’s... becoming more apparent that she may not make it to the end of this new year. I’m trying to emotionally prepare but its hard as hell, especially knowing that when she goes it wont be long after that my grandpa goes. Its how lovebirds tend to pass, anyhow. One goes and then the other half follows... and once they both go, I feel like my family will stop talking to one another outside of “getting together” for the holidays.

Work also is just... trash. I’m not happy in food service anymore and it shows. No matter what, it shows. I’ve hit that point where the motto of “fake it ‘til you make it” no longer applies, I can’t hide the fact I’m not happy. I try to seem happy and it doesn’t work. I end up seeming off. My coworker even said it seems like I no longer care, and I don’t blame her. She isn’t entirely wrong. I’m trying to leave the department and go into a new one, and my main worries for it would be that I’d be losing the health insurance offered to full-time positions as I’d be going down to part-time, I’d be taking a $1 cut in pay ($18 down to $17 per hour), and the fact I’m still the sole provider for my household.... and haven’t said a word to my mother about any of this. The upsides would be though that I could attempt to get my anxiety under control, as it’s been getting worse. I could actually have days off to relax along with one or two other days depending on the schedule where I’d be able to help actually clean up the house. I also wouldn’t directly be dealing with the public anymore, which is a big boost to my mentality as being in a position currently that puts me in direct contact with people day in and day out has been making me less and less of a people person and thus more bitter as my energy levels are depleted.

I’m also struggling with being irritated by the smallest things. I have that standard ginger temper, so when my mental health takes a massive dip like it has been then I’m easily irritated. The most innocent question could make me thing I’m being made fun of and I get irritated, as this happened on my main blog this morning. I’m a temperamental, Cancer-signed ginger. I’m an emotional clusterfuck.

I’m also stressed as fuck financially because of our vehicle situations. One vehicle (our truck, the primary source of going to the dump) is essentially totaled and needs at least $1000 worth of repairs if not costing more than that given that it needs a new radiator, new hood, new grill, radiator fluid, and a new passenger headlight setup. The other vehicle just cost $700 to have a new oil pan put in and all the fluids flushed and put in anew. It still needs to have the transmission gasket checked for a leak, and if it is actually leaking, then that’s even more money having to go to it. I also tried to to my taxes myself as always and it showed that apparently, both federal and state combined, I would only be getting $66 back, so I’m having to bite the bullet and go in when I get paid again to have a tax expert do them for me in case there was something I did wrong.

My mental health just fucking sucks atm guys.

[hotgirlmav]

Hands of Steel — Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female!Reader

Description: Hangman is rumored to give the best massages in town. When Rooster, your boyfriend, finds out that you got one, he contemplates murder.

Warnings: Alluded smut, explicit language, orgasm mention, alcohol, cocky Hangman, evil Rooster, grill-master Maverick.

Word Count: 3,073.

18+ please! My first fic, don't throw tomatoes at me. 🤭

Rooster never considered himself to be a jealous person. Funnily enough, he found that kind of behavior to be childish and immature. Regardless of how many times anyone ever tried, he never found himself in a position of being envious of something someone else had. He had a job that he loved, a wonderful group of friends, a townhouse he never wanted to leave, and he had you. He had everything he believed he could ever want.

That night in particular, you and Rooster were invited to a barbecue at Payback’s house to properly celebrate the events that took place a month prior.

Rooster was always the life of a party, and it didn’t take a genius to know that. If there was a song on that he liked, he was going to dance. If there was a grill, he was going to flip some shit on it. If shots were going to be taken, he’d be the first to get them down his throat. If there was a pool, he’d be the first one to jump in. As a matter of fact, that was how you and Rooster met. He couldn’t even remember the song he was dancing to, but he certainly remembered the need to look in the direction where he heard the most endearing laugh come from another person. You didn’t know if it was him or the alcohol, but the second you two locked eyes, you were no longer laughing. You wanted him, and from that moment on, he needed you. He needed to have his hands on you.

As of current, you were sitting on the patio chair that Payback so tastefully had out, a wide grin on your face as you chatted with two of the other women there. It was your understanding that one of them was seeing Hangman and the other was seeing Maverick, so you three began to bond over the constant heart attacks you had when it came to your borderline psychotic men.

“My shoulders are killing me. I don’t even know what I did.” You huffed promptly after taking a small sip of your piña colada, your left hand finding its way to your right shoulder before you began to gently stroke it.

“Where’s Rooster? Would he massage your shoulders if you asked, or would that start something you can’t finish?” One of the women asked, a playful smirk on her face as she took a sip of her mimosa.

Just the sound of the words made you giggle, giving the woman a small shrug as you glanced back at your boyfriend. Rooster was chatting with Maverick as he took a swig from his beer bottle, sunglasses planted on his face. His denim shorts hung low on his hips despite being a perfect fit, and your mouth practically watered at the sight of his muscular back, his missing shirt on your body to cover up your bikini top. You knew you weren’t getting in the water, but you wanted to give the illusion that you would, so Rooster told you to just wear his shirt over your bathing suit. He’d have no problem removing it when you two got home.

You watched as he messily threw the drink back and smiled to yourself excitedly due to the fact that you just couldn’t wait to tease him about his mustache being gross after lightly tasting the beer on it during a kiss. God, you loved your boyfriend. If you weren’t wrapped up in the middle of a conversation, you would have gone over there, grabbed him, and just—

“God, Jake gives such good massages. I’d fucking pay someone to punch my back if it meant he’d massage it.” The other woman snorted without any hint of irony as she ripped you from your thoughts, hiding the smile on her face once she sipped her margarita. By the way her facial expression changed, it was as if a lightbulb went off over her head.

“Jake, come here!” She softly chirped as she turned back, looking at the shirtless man over her shoulder. Hangman looked over the second he heard his name being called, his normal arrogant smirk plastered across his face as he walked over.

“Ladies.” He lowly greeted the two as he pushed his sunglasses up into his blonde hair, the sun shining on his face and body in the most annoyingly intoxicating way.

“I was just telling Rooster’s girlfriend that you give the best massages. Can you rub her shoulders really quick? She said her shoulders hurt.” The woman chirped almost enthusiastically, pure innocence behind her actions as the words came out. Almost catching a glimpse of the horror on your face, she turned to you. “If that’s okay with you?”

Was that okay with you? Fuck yeah that was okay with you. A massage is a massage. Your shoulders were hurting and you were being really brave about it, but what about Bradley? You knew he loved Jake as a friend, but as a fellow pilot, he wanted to kill him. Bradley and Jake were best frenemies, so despite his non-jealous nature, you still worried about how he’d react to such a thing. Before you could even process it, the pressure of their stares on you made you nod and smile mindlessly. “Yeah, sure!“

Everything went by so quickly. Hangman couldn’t help but flash his pearly whites in a wide grin and clapped his hands, rubbing them together as he walked over. You couldn’t help but be a bit excited as you sat up, seeing as your shoulders really were hurting. Both you and Hangman knew it was just a quick massage, but do you know who didn’t know that?

The 6’1 pilot who had the most bewildered, menacing look on his face as he looked over just a second later.

Hangman was a naval aviator, of course he knew how to work his hands. The number of buttons he had to memorize in the academy was almost petrifying, so the techniques to use while massaging a woman’s shoulders were absolute cake in regards to what his brain could retain.

You constantly told Rooster that he was the best at what he did, which you still firmly believed, but you were in awe. The circles you felt his thumbs rub into your muscles as his long fingers pressed right where the pressure needed to be was numbing. Your eyes closed before they could roll to the back of your head, your mouth almost falling agape in awe. You closed it the second you felt it open due to the fact that you not only didn’t want to disrespect your boyfriend, but your gracious friend who let you use Hangman’s sacred hands to begin with.

No matter what you ever religiously believed in, you were completely sure of one thing.

If there was a God, pieces of him resided in Jake Seresin’s fingers.

After catching a glimpse of your reaction, the two girls giggled at you as Hangman chuckled. What he joked about after doing so was your and his biggest mistake. “What, Rooster is as bad at this as he is at flying?“

Hearing his name, Rooster looked around with furrowed brows as Maverick continued to speak, his eyes instinctively drawn to you. He felt his face pale as he quickly pushed his sunglasses up into his hair, pure fury radiating through his toned body as he fully realized what was going on.

This feeling was beyond jealousy, beyond rage— whatever it was, it was dark. It was something he had never experienced before, at least not to that degree. It was debilitating, mind-crushing, immobilizing; it was possessiveness. In his eyes, you were no longer another human being with the ability to form your own thoughts and actions. You were all his. You belonged to him, you were owned by him. Any bit of logic and reasoning escaped his mind while he shamelessly glared at the sight just a few yards away from him. His jaw was firmly clenched as his grip on his beer bottle nearly shattered the glass in his hand. The mere presence of another man's hands on you sent shivers down his spine, but Hangman? Hangman having his hands on the shoulders Rooster routinely rubbed, kissed, and had his arms around? That was enough for him. He saw red when he realized the Hangman had his hands on something/someone that belonged to him.

Seeing the fact that you were wearing his shirt pissed him off even further. Proof of having a boyfriend, proof of it being him, and another man still had the nerve to touch you? At that point, Maverick might as well have been speaking a foreign language. Rooster was both fantasizing about slamming Hangman’s face into the concrete and trying to work through what he wanted to do to you. The look of relief on your face as you casually spoke to the girls made him want to kill Jake then and there, seeing as his hands were still working on your shoulders as if his life depended on it.

“Rooster, are you alright?” Maverick asked in confusion as he noticed the fact that the man was about to implode before him, turning his head to look at whatever Bradley had his cold stare set upon. Once he caught a glimpse of it, Maverick couldn’t help but chuckle. Seeing as he was quite a bit older than the rest of them, he knew that game better than anyone else. He was also levelheaded enough to know that there was absolutely nothing going on between you and Hangman, and that Rooster was about to catch a homicide charge over absolutely nothing.

“Relax, Bradley, come on. Calm down, I’m sure it’s just–“ Maverick calmly tried to explain before Rooster decided that anything he said could go to hell, setting his beer down and making his way over.

“Hey, Roos.” Maverick’s girl kindly greeted, a smile on her face as she only sipped her drink. Rooster couldn’t even see straight. He gave her the tightest-lipped grin and nodded his hand once as a greeting. He wanted to slaughter everyone there, but he didn’t want to be rude to someone who didn’t deserve it.

The second you heard his name, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. You’d look over your shoulder, but you were too scared that you’d turn to stone under his stare. He also looked really good, and you were just scared you’d moan at the sight of him.

“Bradshaw, good to see you. No need to thank me for helping your girlfriend, by the way, she was really tense. If you ever need tips, you know where I am.” Hangman teased with playful venom in his voice, the charming smirk on his face almost settling completely once he realized Rooster wasn’t even slightly amused. In fact, Rooster looked like he was ready to knock that smirk clean off of his face. Hangman only chuckled to himself and shook his head as he walked off to his own girlfriend, causing Rooster’s glare to shift down to you.

You looked back once you saw Hangman go to the woman and finally locked eyes with your boyfriend, your knees pressing together as you gave him a soft smile to ease his nerves. That glare of his was petrifying, horrifying, terrifying— you wouldn’t wish for anyone to be under it. Weirdly enough, though, you didn’t want to look away. You didn’t want him to look away. You wanted to stay there, to stay under it; you wanted those eyes on you forever, and the only thing you wanted more than that was his hands in places you couldn’t even speak of without becoming shy.

“Hey, Bradley.” You softly greeted your boyfriend, trying to match your own tone with the smile on your face. Rooster always told you how much he loved your voice, he always made a point of telling you that your voice was enough to bring him out of a coma. At that moment, though, his expression didn’t change. You didn’t know if that scared or excited you.

“Come. I need to talk to you.” Rooster firmly demanded in a tone he usually used in the most dire conversations, holding his large hand out for you. Your heart sped up at the sight of it, yet softened a bit at the realization that he wasn’t too mad to hold your hand. You quietly and politely excused yourself and set your drink down, taking his hand in yours to stand up. The grip he had on your hand caught you off guard, and the way he began to practically drag you to the house made you gasp, but it made you feel a warmth in the pit of your stomach. If he didn’t pounce on you, you’d have to pounce on him. He took you into Payback’s house through the sliding glass door and upstairs, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and follow.

“Are we even allowed up here?” You asked as you feared violating the rules of the house, completely disregarding the fact that your boyfriend basically had a bloodlust.

“I don’t fucking care.” Rooster practically spat out as he led you through the hallway once you got upstairs, causing your legs to nearly give out. Such behavior on paper would make you scrunch your face in disgust, but seeing him act that way right in front of you? You were mesmerized.

He led you into what he knew to be the guest bedroom and borderline slammed the door shut, pinning your back against it harshly as he swiftly turned the lock. Once he heard it click, Bradley wrapped his fingers around your neck, gripping the sides of it firmly as your back arched out of instinct.

“Bradley, what the fuck–“ You breathlessly moaned out in shock, your eyebrows furrowing in pure confusion as you stared up at him with the most bewildered eyes. Bradley was staring down at you with the most lustful look you’ve ever seen in his hazel eyes, not even saying a word before he slammed his lips down onto yours.

There was that taste of beer.

Your legs felt like jelly as your hands lifted from where they were pressed against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck in an instant. You didn’t even know what to do with yourself, you didn’t know where to put your hands. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth without a warning as his free hand slipped underneath his shirt on your body, causing you to nearly cry out into his mouth. Your hand traveled down to the waistband of his shorts before he harshly pulled away, glaring down at you.

“Are you fucking CRAZY?” He called out, as he knew no one else was in the house to hear him. You had never been so confused in your life. Your eyebrows furrowed as the sudden lack of contact pissed you clean off, causing your new glare to match his. “Are YOU fucking crazy? What is wrong with you, Bradley?” You scoffed in confusion.

“Look at you, look at how quickly your back arched for me, look at how your mouth opened for me. You’ll just fucking take the first hands that’ll touch you, won’t you?” Bradley snapped through his teeth, glaring down at you. “Even if they’re not as good as mine, even if they can’t please you like mine can. Your shoulders hurt so fucking badly to where you’d take a massage from JAKE?” He almost shouted at you.

You were absolutely blown away as you heard his words. Your lips were parted in confusion, your eyebrows were furrowed, and you were looking around to find who he was talking to, because it certainly wasn’t you.

“Are you fucking INSANE?” You finally yelled at him, causing his reaction to soften a bit. Okay, maybe he was crazy.

You stomped over to the window and essentially tore the curtain open, pointing down in almost an instant. Rooster tried to hold his composure as he stomped over with just as much attitude, trying not to admit defeat. Once he saw what you were looking at, his face dropped slowly and he flushed with embarrassment.

Hangman was sitting in the chair that was formerly occupied by his girlfriend, who had found herself a new seat on his thighs. His arm was loosely around her waist as she had one of her arms around his shoulders, her free hand cupping his cheek. The two were embraced in what was almost an inappropriate kiss, this being proven by the fact that Rooster saw a flash of Hangman’s tongue that quickly took shelter in his girlfriend’s mouth. Rooster’s eyes flickered over to where Maverick’s girl was sitting, but her seat was also vacant. Once he noticed that she was standing where he formerly was, he couldn’t help but sigh lowly. Maverick had his arm around the girl's waist, his aviators on her face as he flipped the burgers on the grill with his other hand.

Rooster was embarrassed by the fact that those men would never freak out the way he did over their girlfriends. They were mature, and now— he felt like he wasn’t.

“See? No one cares but you. They know that I’m with you, THEY are all with other people. I know I’m with you. You know I’m with you. God, Bradley, you are so—“ You began to snap sharply at him, being cut off the second time by a pair of muscular arms snaking around your waist, the familiar tickle from his mustache sending a shiver up your spine. His lips were pressed against yours in a less angry, yet hungrier way.

You refused to pull away. After being berated at that party, you deserved something stronger than a piña colada to repair the tiny panic attack you had a few minutes prior. You needed Maverick to hurry the fuck up with the burgers, and you needed at least one orgasm before you went back down.

Bradley pulled away from your kiss after he backed you up, watching you gasp and fall back onto the bed. “I’m sure we can spare twenty minutes.” He stated, the playful grin that you loved so much appearing on his face.

“Why don’t I show you how much better my hands can make you feel, hm?”

[mindninjax]

Sleep on the Floor (1)

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader (Quirkless Au)

Rating: Explicit (18+ minors do not interact)

Warnings: none yet idk

Word Count: 2.9K

a/n: I don't really know what this is yet. Idk what it will become. I know there will be more I just don't know how or when. For once, I'm just writing and posting to get feelings out. I'm not gonna stress about a posting schedule or what people might expect of me. I'm just gonna write it and post. It's a vent piece, it's a coping piece, it's a piece that deals with grief because it's what I'm dealing with right now. And this site may be a fucking hell hole with shitty fucking people who hide their nasty little comments behind anonymous messages, but it's also somewhere I can go to scream about whatever I want and either be ignored or heard whenever I see fit.

My point is...if you stick with this, great you're amazing and truly I appreciate and love you dearly,. You'll get a peek inside of my head and my heart and I hope at some point it soothes you or comforts you or makes you feel better about yourself idk. If you don't stick with it, I of course won't hold it against you.

So yeah. Here we go...

Masterlist

Whiskey is medicine for the soul.

That’s the saying, right? Doesn’t matter, Katsuki doesn’t give a fuck. He motions to the bartender for another dose, the fifth? maybe sixth of the night. Who’s counting? Certainly not him.

“Oi, another one!” he shouts down the bar top.

The bartender , Shinso, gives him a look that says, “Come on buddy you look like you’re trying to kill yourself” , but he’s personally too greedy not to give his best customer for the past month and a half another drink. Besides, Katsuki’s a good tipper and Shinso would much rather deal with a drunk Katsuki than the glaring angry pathetic Katsuki that sits in front of him now.

Katsuki’s eyes are blood red, irises and all as he puts the tumbler to his lips and gulps down his sixth drink — yes he’s sure it’s the sixth one now—and slams the glass back on the bar top. His fingernails are dirty as he grasps the glass. The stubble on his chin is scraggly but he doesn’t bother shaving it. Dark circles form mini rings under his eyes, like he’s forgotten to take the make up from a week ago off. His shirt is stained, the flannel he wears over it buttoned incorrectly.

There’s a party of people in the corner loudly whooping and hollering about a game of pool they’re playing. There’s some sad ass country song playing on the jukebox. The low yellow lights coming from the antler chandeliers scattered across the ceiling bathes the entire room in a depressing cloud of hazy citrine funk. It smells of beer and grilled food, a scent that Katsuki never gets used to despite making this place his new home.

The bar is crowded for a Wednesday night. It’s a rare sight, usually Katsuki is here by himself, only a few regular patrons popping in and out. He never speaks to anyone, just stumbles in at 10am and drinks until the bar closes at 2am. And then it’s back to his car to sleep and do it all over again. He’s lucky Shinso lets him use the shower in the back of the bar, and with all the clothes Katsuki could pack in a huge bag as quickly as possible now sitting in his car, he has all he needs right here with him.

So why would he leave?

“What can I get for you, Darlin?”

Katsuki looks over to see Shinso sporting that easy going smirk he flashes to pretty girls who come sit at the bar and order fruity dumb ass drinks. Katsuki rolls his eyes as Shinso raises an eyebrow and sizes up the woman in front of him. He doesn’t pay attention, tries to tune out the stupid deep flirty voice Shinso puts on. He almost decides to get up and leave before he hears the woman’s reply.

“Yeah, do you have apple juice?”

What the fuck? Apple juice? Who the fuck goes to a bar in the middle of fucking nowhere and asks for apple juice? Katsuki now takes the time to glance over at the strange woman and he sees it’s you.

“Uh…yeah we have apple juice. Did you want that mixed with vodka or?” Shinso asks in confusion.

Both he and Katsuki are equally shocked when you reply. “Nope, just the juice. Thanks so much!” You chirp happily.

Katsuki studies you closely and you look just as strange as your behavior. You’re wearing a black fitted dress, with white puffy sleeves and a white collar, thin stockings and black heels. Your legs are crossed over one another on the stool and they swing idly as your phone vibrates loudly on the bar counter next to you.

You don’t pick it up, don’t even silence it, just let it continue buzzing on the countertop and Katsuki doesn’t know why but it pisses him off. The buzzing is intense and he can feel the vibrations even though you’re three seats down from him at the huge bar. You watch the people in the corner, humming to the song playing on the jukebox and continue to ignore it.

Finally Katsuki can’t take it and he snaps at you, “You gonna answer your fucking phone or continue to annoy everyone at the bar with the constant buzzing?”

You look at him now and for just a second Katsuki understands why Shinso started flirting. You’re wearing makeup but not too much. It only enhances your best features, your big eyes, long lashes and plump lips. Your makeup is a bit smudged around the eyes, but you still don’t look bad.

In fact, if you weren’t being a fucking pest with your phone and if he weren't a fucking injured loser, Katsuki would try flirting and taking you home for the night. Regardless, he’s annoyed and the alcohol flowing through his veins only inflates the annoyance.

For some reason you don’t respond to him, just stare for a bit, scrutinizing him and his clothes closely before you blink, look down at your phone, pick it up and then press the button to stop the ringing. You don’t say anything to him but you give him a tiny smirk and a quick shrug of your shoulders that says “oops” before he rolls his eyes and turns away from you.

“Here ya go. One apple juice. You sure there isn’t anything I can get you?” Shinso says as he places the glass of amber liquid in front of you and smiles big again. He leans in on the bar and Katsuki takes another gulp of his drink.

“Actually yeah. Whatever that guy is drinking, get him another one, on me,” you say, lowering your voice and pointing discreetly to Katsuki.

He huffs in annoyance and raises his voice to ensure you know he heard you as he finishes his drink. “I don’t want anything from you,” he grumbles.

The stool you're sitting on scrapes against the wooden floor and Katsuki winces at the sound. A similar sound is closer to him now and he can feel the warmth of a body next to him and smell the lingering scent of fresh flowers, coconut and mango, and some weird chemical scent he can't place.

“It’s a peace offering or an apology for the phone,” you say hopping up on the stool next to him. You rest your chin in your hand and peer at him with great interest. It's extremely uncomfortable and Katsuki is two seconds from telling you to fuck off.

“A ‘sorry’ is enough,” he grunts, scooting his stool away from you.

“Well I’m sorry, but you know, it’s rude not to accept the drink,” you say matter of factly.

You're smiling at him and he can't understand why. Everything about his attitude toward you is standoffish. Everything about his body language says "Go the fuck away", and yet you're leaning in closer to him, and looking him directly in the eye when you speak.

He looks away quickly, trying to break the intense eye contact. He's thankful for the refill of whiskey Shinso places in front of him but tries to ignore the wink he gives you as he places it down. Katsuki angrily grabs it and takes a huge gulp. “I ain’t a nice person.”

You scoff, “I don’t believe that.”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, looks at you from the corner of his eye and spits, “How the fuck would you know?”

He is more than shocked when you answer with a huge fucking grin on your face, as if your words are some kind of compliment and not a huge fucking slap in the face. "Nice people are usually the ones who look as tortured and pathetic as you do right now,” you quip.

He spins around to glare at you now, baring his teeth like a wild angry dog. “Fuck you. You don’t know a goddamn thing about me!”

Katsuki thinks you've got to have a few screws loose when he sees you actually look shocked at his animosity.

“Oh I didn’t mean it as an insult! Just an observation,” you say, putting your hands up in mock surrender.

“Why don’t you fuck off and mind your fucking business?”

You finally turn away from him, facing the many shelves of alcohol. Katsuki can see your fingers drumming against the bar top and right as Shinso is coming over—almost certainly to flirt some more—you turn back towards Katsuki and he huffs in irritation.

“Can I ask you one more thing before I fuck off?” you ask.

He doesn't look at you or grace you with a verbal answer. He just grunts.

“Wanna come with me on a road trip?”

If there were a record playing, here's where you'd hear the record scratch. Katsuki blinks a few times trying to figure out if he actually heard you correctly. “What?”

“Unless you have something else to do?” you say smiling innocently.

“Why the fuck would I wanna—“

“I mean… why not?” you cut in.

“You could be a fucking psycho. Which, the more I talk to you, the more I'm convinced that's what you are,” Katsuki replies, wrinkling his nose as if he smelled something funky.

“And you could drop dead right now from some freak accident. Either way, you die. But would you rather die alone in a shitty bar, drunk, stinky and upset with your life or would you rather take a chance at going on a road trip with a stranger?” you say optimistically.

“Die alone in a shitty bar.” Katsuki replies quickly, without a second thought.

You drop your head and your eyes are sad and dejected. “That's fair, I suppose. Look, I just recently realized all the plans I had for my life, don’t fucking matter. None of it. And you don’t look like a guy with a bunch of life plans, either. I just thought I’d extend the invitation,” you say shrugging as you put your money on the counter, slip off the stool and walk toward the exit.

Katsuki cannot believe he is actually thinking this but, you've got a point. Even for a fucking weirdo. Successful Katsuki would never. But then again, Successful Katsuki wouldn't be in this fucking bar right now. And as much as he hates to admit it, there's a sinking pit in his stomach as he thinks about you walking out the door and leaving forever.

He can't figure out why, he's never met you, has no connection to you whatsoever. But the minute you asked him to go, it ignited something in him, something he'd thought had long been extinguished. So Katsuki really can't believe it when he raises his hand toward the door and says “Wait.”

You turn around. Katsuki downs the last of the drink you bought him, puts the money he owes Shinsou for all the drinks—plus a hefty tip—then gets up and walks—more like staggers—toward where you stand at the exit. He faces you, eyebrows furrowed and breath smelling of whiskey. He notices how small you are compared to him as he towers over you and points a finger into your shoulder.

“You’re driving.”

Katsuki must be drunk. He has to be. That’s the only way he can convince himself of this idiotic plan. That he wouldn’t be stupid enough to get into a car with some unknown woman and drive to who fucking knows where. He’s in the passenger seat, the large bag of clothes from his car sitting in your back seat.

The windows are down and the night air fills the car with the fresh scent of grass and pine as you drive through the winding forest paths. It’s dark, nearly 9pm and Katsuki worries for only a minute that you’re taking him somewhere to kill him.

He reasons with himself that it’s a dumb ass idea. If you were going to target someone, surely it’d be someone who looks rich and is worth killing for some money. To you, he’s a pathetic nobody. But that only leaves more questions, why’d you choose him?

You’re whistling to yourself as you drive, eyes glued to the road and hair now fallen from the tight bun you had it in when you walked into the bar. He stares at you with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed.

What the fuck is your deal? The first warning sign of you being an absolute psychopath should’ve been walking into the bar wearing fancy clothes and ordering a goddamn apple juice. Still, there was something about the way you studied him and the way you vocalized the helplessness he felt. For some reason, he knew you understood and he knew it would be a mistake to let you walk out of that bar without following.

It’s your carefree attitude that really bothers him. The way you drum your finger against the steering wheel, how you bounce back and forth to some tune you’re humming to yourself that he suspects is…Take Me Home, Country Roads? All while sitting across from a complete and total stranger.

He huffs to himself, realizing he doesn’t even know your name and that you never attempted to ask him his.

“So you make a habit of picking up strangers in bars?” he grunts, trying to be nonchalant as he gazes out his window at the dark shadows passing by.

“Pft, I don’t know. Do you make a habit of going with said strangers from the bar?” You retort.

“You gonna be a smart ass the entire trip?”

“Haha I’m contemplating it. Not gonna lie seeing your irritated face does bring me a lot of joy, but I’d also want you to enjoy this trip too so perhaps, I’ll cut down on the smart assness,” You say, smiling wide.

You reach out your hand to him and say your name. He glares at it and then looks up to your eyes glued to the road. “This is the part where you shake my hand and tell me your name,” you say as if you're speaking to a kindergartener.

He narrows his eyes. “Katsuki Bakugo.”

You put a finger to your chin in a thinking motion. “Hmmm too formal. Can I call you Grumpy instead?” you ask in high pitched pleading tone.

“No.”

“Great! It’s settled I’ll call you Grumpy,” you say proudly and Katsuki groans in annoyance before he retorts back.

“Then I’ll call you Airhead,” he says in a mean voice.

“Cute. I like it," you say shrugging nonchalantly.

He rolls his eyes. Nothing gets to you it seems. You must be one of those overly happy types, which means this road trip is going to be unbearable. Katsuki momentarily contemplates asking you to turn around and take him back to the bar. “You’re fucking weird. What’s your deal anyway?”

“I’m running away from my problems. Same old, same old.”

As always, you've caught him off guard, and his previous idea of going back to the bar all but vanishes. "What problems?”

“Grief.”

Katsuki blinks. Suddenly your getup all makes sense and it unfortunately clicks in his mind. You were at a funeral. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Shit sucks.”

“You’re telling me.”

“That explains the…” he motions to the dress you're wearing.

“Yup.”

He studies you a little closer now. The dress is nice, looks pretty expensive and it clings perfectly to you. He's again reminded of how attractive you are and how he's in the car going somewhere with a weird but really attractive woman. “Least it’s a nice dress.”

“Haha thanks. Not just for the compliment.”

“What then?”

“For not saying sorry. Everyone says sorry. Like they did something wrong. I know they’re being nice but…sorry doesn’t bring her back. I’d much rather hear a compliment about the dress,” you say quietly. You're not smiling anymore, just looking out at the road, a far away look in your eye.

Katsuki stays quiet for a few minutes going over your words. The atmosphere in the car has shifted but it’s comforting and the remnants of who he used to be—successful, thriving, strong—are thrust upon him for the first time in the few weeks since he was injured.

“What about you? What are you running from?” you ask quietly.

He grunts, folding his arms over his chest and closing himself off from you. “I ain’t running from shit.”

“Ahh I see. Too soon?” you say smiling.

You wink at him and he turns away to look out the window to hide the rosy blush forming in his cheeks. The tips of his ears feel hot and he hopes his unruly hair is hiding them. “Shut up.” he mumbles.

“I’ll ask again in a few days.” you say, lifting your chin proudly.

He glowers out the window, lips pursed as the moon follows the two of you across the sky.

You sigh and reach behind you to grab an unopen water bottle and toss it into his lap. “You should get some rest and sleep off your drunkenness. It’ll be your turn to drive soon.”

“Where the hell are we even goin'?” Katsuki asks as he unscrews the cap and takes a huge swig of water.

You smile brightly at him and again he has the strangest feeling that everything will be ok no matter what happens. When he looks into your big bright eyes all he sees is adventure and he can’t help but feel comforted by your smile.

“Wherever we want.”

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Thanks for reading

[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘n’ Roll People In A Disco World

Part 6- Disco Feeva’s Back On Again 2- Under The Vegas Lights

Intro: As the day you had originally planned your wedding for arrives, you and Paul decide to take a trip away on a “Honeymoon-Not-Honeymoon”

Pairing: Paul Diskant x Reader

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Word Count: 7k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Yeah, this is basically a load of dirty Disco kinks rolled into one glorious smut fest, with a tiny bit of plot woven in. I’m not even sorry. Split over 2 parts as well as it was so damned long!

Rock ‘n’ Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 6.1

The next morning you both woke early and took in the sunrise over the Canyon. Simply put, it was possibly one of the most stunning sights you’d ever seen. You both sat outside on a large outreach of rocks, you leaning back against Paul’s chest as his arms wrapped around you from behind, his lips pressing the odd kiss to your neck and cheek.

You cruised into Vegas at just gone one in the afternoon, and headed straight up the strip, the pair of you grinning at the sights as you went. When booking, Paul had suggested that you stayed at The Golden Nugget, and you were happy to go with it. The last time you’d been, both of you had favoured carnival atmosphere of the Old Town instead of the newer and slightly more overbearing crowds found around the Main Strip.

Once the parking was dealt with, you made your way to the Check-In Desk, and you took a quick look around at the lobby and casino area, not really paying attention until Paul’s surprised voice caused you to turn round.

“Sorry, I don’t-“

“Your room, Mr Diskant.” The woman smiled at him. “It’s already been paid for. That said, if you want to charge anything to the room, then we will need a card for incidentals.”

“Erm, yeah, sure.” Paul slid his credit card over the desk and turned to you as you frowned.

“Who paid?”

“Beats me, Sugar.” He shrugged. “But I’m not going to complain.”

“But what if it’s a mistake?”

“Who cares?” Paul snorted.

“Paul, I-“

“Y/N, come on.” He whined. “It’s Vegas, Baby. Just go with it.”

You bit your lip as he fixed you with his best puppy-dog face and you rolled your eyes. “Fine! But if someone comes hunting for us because we’re taking liberties at their expense, you can deal with the fall out.”

You needn’t have worried. When you got to your room, there was a bottle of champagne waiting for you along with a note, which revealed exactly who was behind your good fortune.

"Enjoy your honeymoon not honeymoon! Love, Mom and Dad - both of them.” Paul read, before he gave a chuckle.

“God, they’re so sneaky!” You laughed, and Paul shrugged as he grabbed the bottle and set about opening it.

“We can call them later and say thanks.” He grinned, and with a pop the cork flew off the top, and he reached for a glass.

“You know,” Paul smiled, as he poured you your drink, “I really do love the fact our parents get along... even if my dad and yours do disagree violently on how to grill a steak.”

"Paul, your dad disagrees with everyone violently when it comes to grilling a steak.” You snorted, taking the full flute as he offered it to you. “But you're right, we are pretty fortunate."

Paul grinned. “Big Jim grills a mean steak, Sugar, you can’t deny it.”

"Oh I'm not. My dad's are shit." You agreed.

Paul laughed. “I’ll tell him you said that.”

“Meh,” you shrugged, before you raised your glass with a smile. “To us!"

Paul looked at you with a sweetly soft smirk. "To us." He clinked his glass with yours and after you each took a sip, he bent down and kissed you with a kiss so…just so that it made your belly twist and your toes curl.

“So...” he pulled away, “we drink this and then head out? Hit the Irish Bar on the corner? Barnes said they serve a mean Guinness.”

"I'd say grab the cash and let's have some fun.” You nodded. “And that can absolutely start with a good stout."

“Hennessey’s it is.”

By the time you’d had your champagne and freshened up it was just after three. The two of you headed out, you dressed in a pair of distressed denim jeans, a black v-neck tee and lightweight olive military jacket, your black Jacks on your feet while Paul strutted beside you in Adidas sneakers, relaxed fit black Docker like pants, a red RVCA tee and baseball cap. Hand in hand, you made the short walk to the bar on the corner hand in hand. You’d only intended to stay for a few, but as you were both finishing your second drink each, it ticked over into happy hour. And, before you realised it, three hours had passed.

And you were both on your way to being drunk.

“I think we need more.” You tipped your glass upside down and pouted. Paul snorted.

“Sugar,” he hiccupped, as you set the criminally empty pint glass down, “you can't go hard so soon. We're here for days!”

“Well, if I can’t go hard, then neither can you!” You folded your arms.

With a smirk he leaned over the table. “I thought you liked when I went hard.”

You grinned, nodding. “I do, I was simply saying…” you frowned, and shrugged, “actually, I don’t know what I was saying.”

Paul tipped his head back in a laugh and shook his head. “Nope, no more in here. Drink up, buttercup-“

“I have, look, it’s empty!” You gestured to the glass, but he ignored you. 

“-we got plenty to see!”

Plenty to see, there may very well have been, but you weren’t seeing it that night. After leaving the Irish Bar, you both wandered into The D and ended up fucking around on the quarter slot machines and abusing the free drinking rules. Once you’d managed to lose your final twenty-five cents that you’d been persistently betting and re-winning for thirty minutes, the pair of you then wandered round the tables watching people lose and win big, taking in the Dancing Dealers. You then ended up at the bar at the back, and you both ordered a stupidly expensive cocktail each from the flair bartenders that flip and mix drinks with ridiculous showing off. 

Now, you were both no longer on the way to being drunk, you had totally arrived. Leaving The D on slightly unsteady legs, the pair of you paid no attention to what was going on in the street around you. Instead, Paul’s need for food was leading you over to a burger joint where you both ordered a late evening snack. Paul ended up with half the ketchup from his dog all over his shirt, something that amused the pair of you greatly, and once you’d messily eaten your food, you both stumbled back into your hotel room. After a lot of giggling and laughing, and a totally failed attempt at some fooling around (Paul practically passing out) the pair of you crashed out, dead to the world.

And when you woke the next morning, you started to wonder if death would be a blessed release.

“Shhhhhh my hairs hurt.” You informed Paul as he let out a groan, rolling onto his back, his forearm covering his eyes as he let out a whimper.

“Jesus, how much did we drink?”

“Too much.” You swallowed. “Oh God, why?”

“I told you not to go hard!”

“Stop shouting!” You scrunched your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to stop the room from spinning around you.

It was midday before either of you could think about moving. And even then it was a monumental effort. But, you forced yourselves to shower and dress, eventually heading down to a small parlour over the road where you both ordered a late brunch of pancakes, waffles and ice cream, along with a coffee each. With food in your bellies, you started to feel a lot better, and you then made your way to the Down Town Container Park.

This was a place that you’d not seen last time, but Rodriguez had tipped you off about, and you were happy to state that it didn’t disappoint. It sported so many little boutiques, that the pair of you lost a good three hours wandering in and out of them. Amongst your favourites were a jewellery store, and up-cycled clothing store, a kettle corn shop, a shop selling nothing but beef jerky and Paul’s eyes lit up when you walked into the Sugar Shop. 

It was a modern version of an old fashion candy shop, specializing in vintage sweets and treats that you hadn’t seen in years. He was like a kid in a, well, a sweet shop, and headed around filling his basket with all sorts of junk to compliment the, frankly, sinful amount of Beef Jerky he’d bought. Eventually, you managed to drag him out and you headed up to the terrace on the second floor where you both braved your first beers of the day, which went down well.

You then watched the large, metal, animatronic Mantis at the entrance to the park as she let off her huge fire show before you wandered back to your hotel, your plan for the evening was to simply kick back, order a bucket of beer and some room service, and no doubt indulge in eating a fuck tonne of the candy and beef jerky Paul had bought. 

Burgers and beer, your dinner of choice. You sat with your legs over Paul's lap while the two of you sat on the suite couch, picking at your fries and slinging back your beer. The hum of the air conditioning buzzed through the space, the low drum of music coming from the television. The two of you were in comfortable silence, enjoying the random conversation here and there, talking about memories and hopes for the future. 

“I’m still bummed we gotta wait a year,” Paul sighed as talk turned to your wedding and you inhaled deeply and looked at him.

“I know, baby, but we waited this long. Another twelve months ain’t gonna hurt. It’ll be worth it.”

"I just... No, you're right, I just, I don't want to wait." He chuckled. It melted every bit of you how excited he was, how much he loved you, wanted forever with you. "I mean, we are in Vegas..."

"No! We talked about this!" You giggled. "We agreed," you playfully tossed a fry at him. 

"No, I know, I know." He sighed. He picked at a lint piece on your jeans. "I'm just glad we took this trip."

"Me too, Stud." You kicked your feet away from his lap and instead replaced them with your bum, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

His arms wrapped around you as you leaned into him, tucking your head under his chin. “Hey, you know this means Wilson is gonna beat us down the aisle, right?”

“Meh.” You shrugged. “It’ll give Elphaba chance to gloat no doubt. And pick our wedding apart when she’s there…although she’d do that anyway and compare it to hers. Bitch.”

"Sugar, you really gotta let that woman go," he chuckled.

“I’d like to let her go. Off the side of a cliff. You know what she said to me the other day when we were at lunch and she just happened to drop by the unit? She commented when I was talking about the style of my dress, said she thought I’d have gone for something more flattering as the cut would basically do nothing for my ass. Like, what the hell? Who says that?”

"Well, I rather like your ass and that's all that should matter. However, maybe when we get home you can show me exactly how unflattering she assumes it to be." Diskant raised his brows in hope.

“Ah ah, no way, you don’t get to see that dress until the day.” You playfully nipped at his chin. 

"Killing me, Sugar. That's so far away! Mom said it was stunning, talk about a tease."

“You’re still not seeing it. Thems the rules, Disco.”

"But there should be an exception, I mean I did almost die."

"You cannot keep using that. For one, it's not fair, and two, it's not funny."

"Y/N...."

"Paul...."

"Come on, you think I'm funny."

“Hmmm, in the head maybe.” You shrugged, giving him a soft kiss, “you’re still not seeing it.”

You watched his pout firm and his eyes roll, "fine." He grumbled.

"Paul," you sighed. 

"Yeah?" 

"I love you," your nose ran over his scar, then your lips pressed against it.

He gave a soft sigh and dipped his head, nudging your nose with his. “Love you too.”

He gave you a sweet kiss and you pulled back, your finger gently extracting the chain around his neck. Your hand tangled in it slightly as you fiddled with it for a second before you looked at him.

“You know, I said you couldn’t see my dress. Not that you couldn’t see my ass.”

"Now that's a sight I can get behind," he chuckled.

You groaned “your jokes really are terrible.”

"Hey just warming up for the dad jokes," he smirked.

“Yeah?” You looked at him. “You gonna embarrass our babies with horrific jokes in front of their friends?”

"It's an unwritten rule and right as a parent," he shrugged.

"Oh for Christ's sake," you laughed.

“Especially if we have a girl.” He grinned. “I’ll really embarrass the shit out of her. So much so, no boy is gonna wanna come near her. Although that might also be down to the fact I’ll persistently have my gun on my hip.” He raised his hand and made a gun motion with his thumb and two fingers. “Pew pew mother fucker.”

“Oh, so if we have a boy then it’s fair game?” You snorted. “Hypocrite. Imagine if my dad did that to you.”

“Your dad loves me, Sugar. Let’s face it, I’m a catch.”

You feigned a look of contemplation and twitched your nose, "meh."

“Meh?” He repeated, sitting up slightly. “What’s meh supposed to mean? You don’t think I’m a catch, babe?”

"Debatable."

“Debate-oh, Sugar.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re gonna regret that.”

His large hands gently moved to your ribs and you grabbed his wrists.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Tell me I’m a catch or I’m so gonna dare.”

“Fuck off.”

He let out a heavy sigh, “I want you to know that this is totally your own fault.”

“Paul, nooooo!” You shriek turned into a loud scream as his hands dug into your hips, his fingers tickling you ferociously.

You could do nothing but laugh, the painful pleasure lancing through you as he grinned. You squirmed and squirmed but he was relentless.

“Okay, okay!” You gasped between your laughter, “you’re a catch!”

With a grin he stopped and left you panting for air. Leaning up he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “And don’t you forget it.”

When your laughter died down, and you calmed your breathing, you hopped off his lap.

"Where you going?" Disco asked.

"To take a bath," you winked. "Be back in a bit."

“What, no invite to join you? That’s harsh, Y/N.”

"Nope." You said playfully before running quickly to the bathroom.

When Paul had cleared away the room service back into the hall and stripped himself of his own pants and shirt, he lounged back on their bed, awaiting his sweet Sugar's return. She'd kept her promise, she hadn't been gone long. 

The click of the bathroom door had his eyes moving in that direction and his mouth watered at what he saw. She was dressed in a black silk and lace two piece pajama set that had his heart racing. The all lace shorts clung to her skin like a tattoo while the silky camisole covered her with a tease of lace over her bust and down the middle. He could see her skin beneath the peekaboo cut and he was already half hard. 

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, a little louder than he’d intended, causing her to arch a brow as he sat up, “you tryina kill me?”

"Mmmhmmm," she hummed as she set one knee on the edge of the bed and then the other. "Figured I'd give you one little present from what was supposed to be our wedding night."

“Baby,” his large hands grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of him as he fell back on the bed, “trust me, you ain’t gonna get chance to wear anything like this on our wedding night.”

With a lustful gaze and lipy pout, she leaned down to kiss him. He let go of one hip and brought it to her face, his  palm at her jaw, fingers through her hair, thumb pressing into her cheekbone, setting the pace of their kiss.

The other hand gripped in the silk material of her top and she pulled back a little, causing him to whine like a spoilt child. 

“Don’t you dare rip this, Disco.” She looked at him sternly. “It’s La Perla and cost me a small fortune. Like rent for a week fortune.”

"Then don't wear shit like this, and it won't get wrecked," he sat up with a rasp, capturing her lips again as his hands palmed her ass, the lace soft but rough against his skin.

“You don’t like it?” She whispered against his mouth and he gave a growl.

“Oh yeah, yeah I like it a lot… but I prefer what’s underneath.”

"Then unwrap me," she purred.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, his hands flying to the bottom of her camisole. With a single swoop he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.

He devoured her with a feral intensity, the one in charge and taking her for everything she'd give. She gave him his confidence and she owned his heart. Simple as that. 

And whilst he led there, in post coital bliss, his hands tucked behind his head, his head turning to gaze at his bride to be, Paul couldn't remember a time before her that he'd felt this complete.

Their late night brought on a late morning, barely catching room service for breakfast at the final minute. Paul only slipped into his jeans, bare ass naked to boot, only for answering the door for the bellman to being the cart in. Y/N dressed back into her set from the night before, covering her lower half as their breakfast was set up for them. Paul tipped the bellman and met back with Y/N to eat.

They had barely finished when her phone rang and she picked it up, frowning a little.

“What is it?”

“It’s the planner from Shutters.” She looked at him, having the number stored. Paul shrugged, as puzzled as she was, and took a final bite of his toast as she answered.

She put the call on speaker and he waited and listened. "Hello?"

"Hi! Miss Y/L/N, it's Carla from Shutters."

"Hi, yes, good morning."

"I have some incredible news. A date, far earlier than expected, has opened up and if you're interested, we'd like to slot your wedding into it."

Paul felt his heart racing as she turned to look at him, her mouth falling open. She was stunned speechless so Paul cleared his throat.

“Hi, sorry, it’s Paul. How soon are we talking?”

"February, Mr. Diskant."

“Yes, yes!” Y/N spluttered, “we’ll take it!”

"Great! Congratulations to you both! I'll change up the paperwork and get it mailed out today. I'm going to include a list of available vendors who we work with in case you want to make the final plans easier as we've changed the date on you at such short notice."

"Thank you, we'll be in touch."

"Take care."

Y/N hung up and the pair of them sat in stunned silence before Paul let out a loud breath.

“Well, fuck me!” He turned to look at his girl and she gave a shriek of excitement and threw herself at him. Tears streamed down her face as his welled up in utter happiness.

Then she pulled back. “Oh shit, we didn’t even ask what date in February!”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Paul pressed a kiss to her lips, “it can be three in the afternoon on a damned Monday for all I care!”

"Oh my God, your tux, the flowers, cake, food, we have so much to do! And you're back to work next week and...."

“Sugar,” he said with a chuckle, “it’ll be fine, people plan weddings in a month, we got… what, four? Give or take.”

With a huge grin, she replied, "we have four!" And then the tears started again.

Paul felt his heart skip as a warmth washed over him. "Oh, Sugar, c'mere." He pulled her into his chest and held her. 

"Paul.... I'm just so excited."

“Me too!” He grinned. “I just… fuck. Four months, not twelve!”

"I know!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed.

Paul returned her hug, his large hands splaying on her back and he pressed a kiss to her head, breathing in her smell. 

This trip was turning out better than anything he could have hoped for.

*****

After making the very necessary phone calls to your parents and his, notifying your wedding party of the final date change, you and Paul made it to the your appointments at the spa.

You’d booked in for the full works, cost be dammed, and now the pair of you were in extremely high spirits. But the biggest smile on your face came when the pair of you had your facials. As you sat still, relaxing in the after glow you sneaked a peek to your right and had to bite back the snort at the sight that greeted you. 

Your big, manly hunk of a fiancé was snoozing contentedly, with cucumbers placed over his eyes, totally on board with the stuff he had declared earlier as “ridiculously Nancy, girly shit.”

You wished you'd snuck your phone in with you but decided to later harass him for it. Tucking yourself in for a cat nap, you closed your own eyes and placed your own cucumbers on your face.

An hour later you were woken by a sweet kiss to your lips, "Sugar, let's go nap in our room."

“Nap means nap, right? Coz, not gonna lie, you kinda dicked me down last night, Disco…”

He grinned, “yeah I did. But, yes a nap is a nap, I'm all sleepy and relaxed," he playfully whined in the end.

“I told you that you’d enjoy it.” 

“I did. But if you tell any of the guys at the station, I’ll deny it.”

"Oh I'm so telling Barnes."

“No, not Barnes.”

"Oh definitely Barnes."

“Baaaabe” he whined, “come on, it’ll total ruin my street cred.”

"Oh Stud, one look at your neck and you've got a life time of street cred." You winked.

"Hey who's joking about it now," Paul grumbled. "Hypocrite," he laughed with a playful swat of your butt.

"Give me five, I'll be right out," you giggled over your shoulder as you started to enter the women's dressing room, but his voice called you back.

"Hey, Y/N?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yeah?"

"How much street cred do I need to be a Street King?"

You rolled with laughter, loud and happy, shaking your head and meeting him halfway into the hall. Your laugh died to a giggle and you pressed your lips to his, "Well, you're my king, and that's all that matters."

Cat naps be damned and a full length extra hour spent in bed, naked but napping, later you waited for Paul. He'd opted to shower first for dinner knowing full well you wanted the time to really get dolled up for him as you explained it. But what you weren't expected was the clench your thighs made as he stepped into the room with his towel around his waist, his beard and buzz cut cleaned up a bit and the thick chest and muscles returning.

He caught you staring, "what?"

You stalked toward him, your naked hips swaying just a bit more. Your hands ran over his chest, your fingers sweeping over his shoulders and around his neck. You scratched at his spot and he hummed.

“Keep going , Sugar, and we ain’t gonna make dinner.”

"You're so thick," you whispered. "Like from before. Wide, and thick....you're definitely putting the mass back on you'd lost when you were in the hospital."

His cheeks flushed a little at your compliment and he dropped his head to give you a soft kiss. “Seriously, I mean it. Keep talking and standing there naked and we’re gonna have a problem.”

"Whatever routine you're on," you stood on your toes and spoke into his ear, "don't. stop."

You heard him groan as you walked into the bathroom, smirking to yourself.

Showered, cleaned up and waiting, Paul stood with his back to the room, overlooking the scene below. People milling about, gambling, drinking, being well entertained. He adjusted his dress shirt, tucked neatly into his dress slacks, and picked his beer back up, necking a good gulp. Then he heard it, he spun on the ball of his dress shoed foot and saw her.

With her hair done just the way he liked and make up that was well-suited for the occasion but didn't disrupt her natural beauty, was the love of his life. Dressed in a little black off the shoulder, heart-shaped neckline dress with eyelet trim along the ruffled hem and sleeves, and peek a boo detail around her torso. His eyes moved down her smooth legs to her pedicured, deep red painted toes and heels that made her legs look longer and even sexier, if it were possible.

His jaw dropped as if he were catching flies, before be blinked hard, "holy shit. Oh, babe,” he blinked again as she walked towards him, “you look amazing.”

"So do you," she smiled. 

“You err, shall we go? Grab a drink before our reservation?" It was all he could do to speak, his eyes still scanning her up and down. All those years together and she still managed to knock him off his feet.

"Lead the way," she winked and took his offered elbow.

How they made it to the lobby without him sucking her face off or turning right back around, he'll never know but as they walked through the casino, towards the bar and steakhouse, Paul Diskant felt like he'd won the big jackpot. Like he was so lucky to have her on his arm, this woman who could have absolutely anyone she wanted, chose him.

And God damn it, he was making her his for the rest of their lives. In four months time. An answer to a silent prayer, a lifeline they'd been given. Tonight would have been their originally planned wedding date, and they were going to celebrate like they'd just walked down the aisle.

An excellent bottle of champagne over the appetizers and a great red wine to go with the mouth watering steaks later, both of you were happily content with the way dinner had gone. Neither of you wanted desert, the soft flirting that had been going on all dinner had worked the pair of you up slightly and you knew full well from the way Paul’s eyes were shining as he looked at you that he had one thing on his mind.

Paul called for the tab from your waiter, making the request but the kind young man smiled, "It's been taken care of, Mr. Diskant."

"I'm sorry?" You questioned.

"I have a message for you instead," he handed a note card over to Paul and left the table.

You watched as Paul read the note before he shook his head, laughing as he slid it over to you.

“This ones on us, we didn’t tell you in the hope you didn’t order the most expensive thing you could. Enjoy the wedding-not-wedding guys. - Steve, Sam, Buck and Tom…is that Tom as in Ludlow?” You asked and Paul knocked back the scotch he’d ordered to finish his meal off and nodded.

"Wow," you replied and put the note card in your clutch. 

Paul stood and extended his hand for yours, kissing your temple when you stood. Hand in hand, you walked into the casino and back toward the elevator lobby. 

 “You know,” Paul pressed the call button for the lift before he moved to stand behind you, his nose nuzzling into the side of your neck, “as much as I love you in this dress, Sugar, I really wanna get you out of it.”

You grinned, tilting your head to one side, your eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a feather-light kiss to that spot behind your ear.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take long, there's nothing else to take off."

You felt him still behind you, his fingers curling around your hips as he gave a groan. “Seriously? Tell me you’re not…” He trailed off and you tilted your head to look at him, smirking. A childish whine escaped his mouth. “Baby, it’s so short, anyone could see!”

"Good thing I didn't bend over, huh?" You shrugged as the elevator arrived. 

You stepped in, Paul behind you tugging at the collar of his shirt, slapping his hand on the buttons to the right of the door to select your floor. A few people behind you stepped in as well, and you shuffled towards the back. The doors shut and you stole a glance up at Paul. You could see the vein in his neck was twitching, in that way it always did when he was irritated, angry or, as was the case now, fighting to keep control. You smirked a little and Paul side eyed you. His eyes flicked towards the front of the elevator, and then with a smirk of his own he leaned down and you jolted a little as you felt his finger tips brush the back of your thigh.

“Oh, Sugar,” his breath was hot on your ear and you swallowed as his hand made his way up and up, fingers tickling the inside of your thigh, “you should know by now not to tease me in public. Because when it comes to you I have zero boundaries.” Your breath hitched and you stumbled forward a little as his hand brushed your naked core.

The woman who you’d bumped into turned and Paul’s hand returned to your hip and you gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, these heels…”

“Tell me about it.” She gestured to her own and gave you a smile.

You didn’t even need to look at Paul to know exactly what smug, amused expression he would be wearing.

When you arrived at your floor, the pair of you stepped out and made your way to your room, Paul practically dragging you behind him, his strides purposeful and determined. But that was were his arrogant confidence ended, as he was in that much of a hurry to open the door to your room once you’d arrived at it, that he fumbled and dropped the key card. Before he could retrieve it, you quickly checked down the hall and over your shoulder, and stepped in front of him. You bent right over, knowing full well he’d get a glimpse of what was up you skirt, your hand curling round the little plastic square that was standing between you and what was, quite possibly, going to be the best fuck of your life to date.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” you heard Paul groan as you grabbed the card and straightened up. Without looking behind you, you opened the door and no sooner had you gotten inside, Paul had kicked the door shut, grabbed you by your arm and spun you round. His lips crashed to yours.

“Something got you wound up, Stud?” You asked as he backed you further into the room. He gave a devious little chuckle, but other than that he didn’t answer, his lips back on yours as his tongue filled your mouth.

His large hands moved around your back, finding the zipper to your dress as your own moved between the pair of you. Your lips still locked together, you yanked the hem of his dress shirt from his pants, eagerly popping the buttons one by one. Your dress fell open and Paul pushed it down your arms to your elbows, as your back hit the wall of the room with a thud. Paul wrenched his mouth from yours and hot, open-mouthed kissed a trailed across your jawline as his hand curled round your right thigh. He hiked it up around his waist, delicately slipping your shoe off, before he let go, your toes brushing the carpet as he repeated the motion with your other leg. His hands then cupped your face as his lips found yours again and he pushed the pair of you away from the wall with a pirouette of sorts, his movements determined yet gentle in a juxtaposition that had your core pooling.

As the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, suddenly the ferocity of the moment eased up and Paul pulled back from you, his chest heaving as he pressed his forehead to yours. You watched as his eyes scanned down your body, pausing for a moment to take you in, before he glanced back at your face and you swallowed at the look on his face.

You’d seen him stare at you in a similar way plenty of times before, but right there and then, it hit you in a way that maybe it hadn’t hit you before. Perhaps it was simply the emotion of the entire last few months catching up with you, or the excitement that your wedding was now no longer another twelve months away, you had no idea. Paul Christopher Diskant had always had a way of looking at you as if you’d hung the sun, the moon and all the stars in the sky, but something about the way his heavy lidded eyes locked onto yours as you stood, breathing deeply in the dim room, was different. The various lights which illuminated the Vegas night scene spliced through the darkness of the suite, making his eyes twinkle as he looked at you with nothing but pure, unadulterated love and desire and you found yourself overcome with an emotion so strong it almost made your knees buckle.

You swallowed, feeling the tears prick your eyes and you moved, your hands smoothed up his chest, just taking your time. Slowly, they traced a path up to that scar, a constant reminder of how close you’d come to losing him, and as your fingertips traced the jagged line of raised flesh he shuddered, a soft moan escaping his plump lips. You gently pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he leaned forward, his lips on yours as he shrugged it the rest of the way down, tossing it behind him somewhere. Then, his hands moved to your dress, and he pulled it down, dropping to his knees as he went. Your hands fell to his shoulder as you stepped out of it, now bare in front of him.

His lips were hot on the inside of your knee as he kissed his way up your leg, to your hip. His mouth trailed a pass over to your belly button and moved slowly upwards as he rose gracefully to his knees. His lips found yours again and he kicked off his shoes before he laid you down gently on the soft bed behind you.

His mouth moved, hot and wet as he kissed your neck, sucking at your skin as he went. You let bout a groan, your hands were everywhere, tangling in his hair, then moving down to his neck, his scar. He let out a soft whimper, his entire body shuddering as his skin erupted into millions of tiny goosebumps. His hands then reached to yours, pinning them on either side of your head, lacing his fingers between yours as one of his large thighs nudged yours apart.

It was your turn to shudder as the rough fabric of his dress pants brushed against your core and you rolled down against the hard muscle of his clothed thigh, his hands still pinning yours to the pillow as his head dropped. He was all over you, up and down every inch of your naked body, with an incredible softness that you knew he was pulling from every depth of his soul. Your nipples were sucked into hard peaks, your back arching as you continued to fuck yourself against his leg. His teeth gave a sharp nip to the skin on the side of your right breast and you cried out as he moved down, releasing your hands. He kissed across your belly, his fingers curling around your thighs as he opened you wide, raking his nails gently over your inner thighs, before he pressed a soft kiss to the apex.

But that was where he stopped, his body crawling back up over you, lips sliding over your heated skin. He propped himself up over you, giving you a deep kiss and your hands slipped down to his belt- buckle. With an ease that had come from many moments between you before, you opened it and popped the button of his flies, easing down the zipper. You palmed his rock, hard cock a little though his boxers and he gave a groan, his head pressed to yours before he stood up, leaving you whining a little as you instantly missed the heat of his body on yours.

His eyes never lost yours as he slipped out of his slacks and boxers, leaving him naked in front of you. You took a moment to check him over, his body something you knew you’d never get tired of seeing. Those broad shoulders, soft yet partially defined abs, slim hips, his strong thighs…

Y/N’s eyes moved back to his as he dropped back on the bed by the side of her. He kissed her again, moving down her neck to her shoulder and she arched her body up, twisting to the right, and Paul took the opportunity to scoot up behind her. His hand moved to her hip, sliding around her ass then over her thigh to the back of her knee lifting her leg just a pinch for a wider opening. He pulled it back, hooking it over his to keep her open.

“Just like that,” he whispered.

At his words, she shuddered and gave a broken little whimper. Fuck, he was aching for her now, unashamedly hard, as he pressed into the dip of her back. His lips dropped to the spot he knew drove her wild, the kiss barely there but it didn’t need to be. She gave another little whimper and the hand on her thigh moved back up to her hip and over her belly. He shifted down a little, moving his hips to find her entrance, and with a slow, roll of his pelvis forward he pushed into her.

“I love you,” his lips were right by her ear, voice a raspy whisper as his vocal chords were strained a little, a combination of talking so much over the day and the emption he was feeling, not to mention the way she was gripping his cock, hot and tight as always, “so much.”

At his words, and no doubt the feel of him pushing into her, his girl let out a mix of a gasp and some type of incoherent sound while her insides were nothing but flutters around him. He paused a moment, his lips all over her shoulder and neck, humming right at her tell. Her left arm curved up and around his neck, the movement arching her back, causing her hips to tip back towards his. He slid as deep as he could, a groan slipping from his mouth as her fingers clawed at his nape, right against that spot on his neck against his scar where he could feel everything.

His movements were slow and lazy, his hips rocking not thrusting, keeping her as close as possible. His free hand splayed over her belly button, pushing his palm into her skin, not wanting an inch of space between them. Roll after roll, it was painfully slow, he was practically edging the both of them it was so unhurried, but he didn’t want to pick up the pace, not tonight.

His hand moved to tilt her jaw round to face him so he could kiss her. It as sloppy, open mouthed and even when he broke away he didn’t move far, his lips still brushing hers, both breathing in each other’s air as their bodies moved in sync with one another, like the tide rolling in and out.

It was slow, intimate, and Paul didn’t change his pace a single bit. He could feel her round him, soft flutters and pulses, growing stronger and stronger, and when she came she let out a soft wail, which was followed by a gasp as the slow burn finally burst into flames, leaving her breathless. He wasn’t far behind, a final deep roll of his hips saw him lose himself, his release wasn’t violent, but it was powerful, leaving him gasping for air as he pressed his face into the back of her neck, his nose brushing her skin as he felt her trembling against him.

He kissed her jawline and propped himself over her a little as her head turned to look at him, his nose brushing hers. As she opened her eyes he gave her a lazy soft smirk, a low chuckle escaping his lips and nose. She grinned back, a soft huff pushing from her chest of her mouth as he kissed her slowly, the pair of them still riding the wave of endorphins their body’s had released.

He rolled back, pulling out of her softly and she turned so she was facing him, her hand reaching up to cup his jaw as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” she muttered against his mouth and he smiled, his nose bumping hers before she moved and settled in against him, her head resting on his chest.

Five minutes later she was out for the count. Paul glanced down at her, watching as her eyelashes fluttered slightly against her cheeks. He couldn’t help the smile that once more spread across his face as his future bride slept peacefully in his arms.

****

 Part 7

[lovelybucky1]

Strawberry Kisses- Chapter 3

warnings: none, 18+ minors dni

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We stop in front of a small cafe and I smile up at Spencer. The sign was written in fancy cursive with a cute coffee cup. He steps in front of me and opens the red door for me. He shuts the door behind us and offers to take my jacket and hangs it next to his. I followed him to a table for two in the back of the cafe that was placed in front of a large window that had a good view of the garden outside.

I wasn’t sure what I expected from Spencer, but this definitely wasn’t it.

A waitress comes to our table and hands us menus before returning to her other customers. I look over the menu, trying to decide what I want. I could spend an hour looking through their entire menu, but it seems that Spencer read the entire thing before I even reached the extensive dessert selection.

Sensing my confusion, Spencer says, “I read fast.”

Just as I was about to reply, the waitress returned with two glasses of water.

“What looks good to you?”, she asks.

Maybe I was imagining it, but I could have sworn I saw Spencer’s eyes on me when she said that. I look up at her and tell her my order, hoping she can’t tell how Spencer is affecting me.

“And for you?”, she asks Spencer.

“I’ll have the grilled chicken sandwich with no tomatoes and a lemonade, thank you”, he smiled.

That smile.

The waitress collected our menus and left to the kitchen, leaving Spencer and I alone again. I fiddle with my napkin, shredding it absentmindedly in my lap.

Spencer reaches across the table and takes my forearms in his hands.

“Why are you suddenly so nervous? We walked all the way here and you were fine, but now you’re making a mess out of your napkin”, he smiles.

“I-I don’t know”, I shrug. I notice how close together our faces are and I jump back. I free my arms from his grip and instead of being offended like I expected, he just smiled back at me with stars in his eyes.

The waitress returns with our food and as we eat, the awkward tension between us turns into a comfortable energy.

“Did you know that the chicken was domesticated in 2000 B.C. in Southwest Asia?”, he asks, looking down at his sandwich. I laugh and shake my head. “Yeah, and birds are descendants from dinosaurs, in fact, chickens and ostriches are the closest related to the T-Rex out of every living animal.”

I lean my chin against my hand and sip my drink.

“Tell me something else.”

“Um… Oh! Did you know that one-third of adults still sleep with some kind of comfort object?”

“I didn’t but I believe that. I sleep with a squishy pillow every night”, I grin.

“What about you?” Spencer shrugs in response.

“Sometimes when I’m home I like to sleep with this teddy bear I got at a carnival a while ago. It helps when the nightmares get bad, I guess.

“Does it have a name?”

“Not really. I’ve never talked about it before so I never felt the need to give it a name” I gasped with mock-offence.

“Just because you’re ashamed of your friend doesn’t mean they shouldn’t have a name”

“I am not ashamed!”, he laughs. “I’m just saying, you don’t see many grown men walking around bragging about their stuffed animals.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s cute that you sleep with a teddy bear.”

There it is, that gorgeous blush.

“I don’t think anyone has ever called me cute before.” I take his wrists in my hands like he did to me earlier.

“Then all of your friends must be blind because you’re adorable.” If it was possible, his face flushed redder.

“D-do you want dessert?”, he asks. I nod.

“Surprise me, Doc. I trust you won’t poison me.”

He walks up to the counter and orders. He leans against the glass case as he waits and he makes silly faces at me. We end up playing a couple rounds of rock-paper-scissors by the time he receives the desserts.

He returns to the table and places my plate down in front of me. It’s a pink, fluffy mousse topped with fresh berries.

“I hope you like strawberry”, he says as he sits.

“I do, thank you.” He grins around a forkful of chocolate cake.

“I figured. You seem like the strawberry type.” I give him a confused look. “You’re sweet. You have an innocence that made me think you prefer fresh, light things. Your phone’s wallpaper is the beach, so I assume you like Summer and the lip-gloss that you’ve been applying is strawberry flavored.”

“Pretty spot on. Is this what you profilers like to do for fun; to get inside people’s heads?”, I tease.

“It’s just basic data collection, I’m not inside of you.” Spencer’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed as he realized what he said. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it to come out like that!”, he said hurriedly. I stop him with a hand to his forearm.

“I’m flattered, but that’s more of a third date kind of thing.”

“Fifty-six percent of women admit to having sex on the first date, and thirty-six percent say that it lead to a long term relationship”, Spencer said. I give him a slight teasing smirk.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to be another number in the statistics.”

“I-”, he stuttered.

“I’m just messing with you, Doc. Let’s get going, my lunch break is almost over.” I reach to take my wallet from my bag but before I could get it out, Spencer is already up at the counter paying the bill. I walk quickly over to him.

“Let me get half”, I say.

“I asked you to lunch. This one’s on me”, he says, smiling down at me. I roll my eyes playfully.

“Fine, but I get the next one.”

“Fair’s fair”, he says. The person behind the counter hands him the receipt which he folds up and tucks into his pocket. He retrieves our coats and he holds mine up so I can put it on easier. Once we’re dressed, he opens the door for me and I step out.

“You’re such a gentleman, Dr. Reid”, I say with a smile. He returns the smile but doesn’t respond.

We walk in comfortable silence on the way back to headquarters, the journey seeming shorter than before. We reach the lobby and I have to practically drag Spencer up the stairs by his hand.

We get to my floor and I let go of his hand reluctantly, finding comfort in the warm hold he had on me.

“I had a really nice time today”, I say.

“I did too”, he says softly.

“If I were to schedule a follow-up, would you be available?”, I ask hesitantly.

“Of course”, he replies with seriousness.

“You better start on those stairs. Without me to encourage you, you may never reach the top”, I laugh.

Spencer groans and walks out the door. Before he disappears behind the wall, he gives me a small wave and I can’t help but feel warmth in my chest.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

silver, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Who said humans were animals of wisdom? For Yoongi, they’re animals of regret. Does that justify him cheating on his girlfriend with her/you? Absolutely not.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, smut (fem reader, car sex, fingering, m-receiving oral); non-idol!AU; angst; cheating; don’t do this to your significant other, please; Yoongi’s POV

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Bad decisions are born from frustration and resentment.

None of it was supposed to happen. His life was fine, perfect in some people’s eyes. He was dating the girl his parents had introduced him to because it made them happy. She was polite, had a good background, and a nice smile. There wasn’t anything wrong with her.

Except he felt miserable.

Min Yoongi felt suffocated, uninterested, and annoyed at their lack of chemistry. His girl was pretty, the conventional kind of prettiness that couldn’t be denied. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Maybe he just didn’t understand beauty or something. Maybe he was being selfish for wanting more. At the start, it was alright. It was a fun little game, figuring someone out. But instead of a maze, he was on a seesaw, trying to determine if this up and down was as simple was it seemed. It sucked. And now Yoongi wanted to get off, but it seemed too difficult. Too difficult to disappoint his parents, her parents, and her aspirations of him being a good little husband.

He wanted to throw up thinking about it.

And then, she was there.

Dark lipstick and a playful smile. Black eyeshadow, eyes like a panther. Silver rings that glimmered in the flashing club lights.  Silver chain necklaces tangled in a mess around her neck, framing that slightly rounder face instead of the conformist v-line everyone was starving themselves for. Black oversized hoodie that hung on her smaller frame, paired with that short, short black dress paired with chunky black ankle boots. Thighs that he wanted to sink his teeth into and mold with his hands.

That night, Yoongi had sat there with his beer, fixated on this new presence and wishing for the first time that he was single as fuck. He didn’t know if it was because he was so unhappy in his current relationship or if it was because he liked the way she looked. It didn’t matter. He burned with jealousy as she chatted with the bartender, silver rings flashing as she moved her hands animatedly to her story. At home, Yoongi had a good little girl waiting for him with her vanilla tastes and it made him sick to his stomach.

The worst part was, other than being boring as fuck, his girl was fine.

He watched as she leaned on her hand, grinning as the bartender poured her another shot. The grin of someone who did not give a fuck what anyone thought of her actions. Yoongi wanted to shove his dick into that face.

His phone buzzed and he wanted to throw it across the club. Instead, he pulled it from his pocket with a neutral expression and checked his messages. His girlfriend asking if he was alright or if he needed to be picked up. He responded that he was fine and that he would call a taxi home to be safe. Told her he loved her and realized he didn’t even mean it.

He must be the awful one.

When he looked up, she was gone. Good. Maybe she had finally left to give him and his mind some peace.

Jeon Jungkook was looking around, blinking confusedly. The youngest in their group, Yoongi always thought he looked the cutest when he was bewildered. Yoongi raised his eyebrow.

“Something wrong, bro?”

Jungkook frowned. “Where’s Taehyung?”

Ah, yes. Kim Taehyung. The one Yoongi thought was the most trouble even though he was a year older than Jungkook. Maybe it was because they had different viewpoints and they often clashed in opinion, Yoongi finding him too childish and simple in mentality in comparison to his. But eventually they learned to get along – a different viewpoint is not necessarily a wrong one. Yoongi learned that being childish once in while might actually lighten his outlook on life.

Alright, to be honest he realized he was a bit of a pessimistic jackass.

In any case, it was with that question that shit started to go downhill. Because the next thing Yoongi knew, Taehyung’s boyish, boxy smile came back with a grin and dark lipstick smeared down his chin. Next time he was with his friends, she showed up again, elbow resting on Taehyung’s shoulder, looking cool and comfortable in her black leather jacket and tiny as fuck black T-shirt dress.

Yoongi hated it.

She wore too many silver accessories that flashed in the light and made her stand out. Her makeup was too dark and haunted him in his dreams. She would sit next to Taehyung like his pet panther, complimenting his dark hair and sharp jawline with her wildness. It was torture, because Yoongi knew that he had a pretty little thing with a cute little voice waiting for him at home. It wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was this dangerous-looking woman who climbed into Taehyung’s lap and straddled him right in front of them, unashamed and unapologetic. Her fingers tangled in Taehyung’s hair and Taehyung’s large hand planted firmly on her ass as they had a casual conversation with Park Jimin like nothing weird was happening. Jimin had an open mind about it all – for him, as long as his best friend was happy, he didn’t see the problem. Also, she liked to press her tits against Taehyung’s chest and Jimin was a pervert.

Okay, yes, Yoongi knew he was jealous as fuck.

When Taehyung and her parted ways after a few months, he thought he was free. He thought he could forget about it all. He and his girlfriend were happy. They didn’t have sex anymore, but that happened sometimes. It was normal to settle down a bit after the honeymoon phase – if their few times of starfish sex could be considered a honeymoon phase.

He knew he was being overly mean, but he honestly didn’t give a shit at this point.

It wasn’t until he was having dinner with one of his close friends, Jung Hoseok, that he thought about her again. Hoseok was smiling, handing him some grilled meat, and chatting away. He liked talking to Hoseok. Hoseok made everything more light-hearted and fun. Hoseok was going on about something, but when Yoongi looked up, he saw her. All the way at the front of the restaurant, standing there with a leather jacket and tight black jeans. She was handing an elderly woman in a dirty apron a thick stack of papers and smiling. Tiny white crop top, lips painted dark red and eyes smoked with black. But the elderly owner was smiling, nodding as she pointed to the papers and spoke about them. The silver rings and silver chains flashed in the fluorescent lights.

Hoseok noticed his change in demeanor and turned around.

“Oh, that’s that woman Taehyung was seeing not too long ago,” Hoseok noted, tilting his head. “Taehyungie said she’s some kind of accountant for small businesses, but I didn’t know she did it for this place! Shall we go say hi?”

“No.”

Hoseok turned around, staring at him. “Huh?”

Yoongi looked down, staring at his bowl of rice. “She seems busy. Let her be.”

“Oh... Okay.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He wanted to smash it. Instead, he pulled it out of his pants and stared at it. His girlfriend, asking him to come home and not stay out too late. He frowned at it.

Hoseok prodded him and smiled. “Ah, sorry, have I kept you out too late? You better go home – I’ll pay today.”

Yoongi shook his head, pulling out his wallet. “No, no, I’ll pay. Least I could do,” he said. He pulled out some bills and stood up. “Stay and finish eating. Don’t let it go to waste.”

“Hey, hyung,” Hoseok called as Yoongi began to walk away. Yoongi turned to look back at him, seeing his friend’s heart-shaped smile and calming brown eyes.

“You should do what makes you happy, okay? Don’t get too caught up in who you think you should be.”

“Ah… right.”

He left the restaurant, out into the night. The cheer of the bustling street, filled with happy couples and laughing friends. The happy noise taunted him. Yoongi zipped his parka, shoving his phone deep in his pocket. He could smell the delicious scent of meat and rice from the restaurant behind him, mixing with the faint scent of cigarettes and car exhaust.

He looked up and she was there. Standing a little to the side, speaking with an older guy who was eyeing her tits. She shook her head, moving deftly away from his outstretched hand. Her fingers curled into a fist, silver rings flashing.

“Hey.”

Her head whipped around, eyes widening as she recognized him.

“I thought we were leaving? Come on.”

Yoongi grabbed her hand and pulled her along, burying them in the crowd. Her silver rings cut into his hand, but he held it tight, as if he was afraid that she would run away. After a few meters, she pulled her hand from his grasp.

“Oi, you didn’t have to do that,” she said sternly, frowning.

Yoongi shrugged. “I was just trying to save you the assault charges.”

She sighed and raised her hands, as if she was admitting her guilt. “Eh… alright then. Thanks, I guess.”

It was awkward. They never really talked when she was dating Taehyung, mostly because he knew he couldn’t control his mind when he was around her. She was polite to him, but there was definite distance between them.

“Hey, uh… can I ask you something?”

She tilted her head, running the tip of her tongue over her painted lips. Fuck.

“Are you seeing someone?”

“Me?” She pointed to herself and laughed, shaking her head. “Nah, I don’t want to be in a relationship. Just casual sex for me.” She pointed to him. “But aren’t you with someone? I recall Taehyungie telling me you had a cute little girlfriend.”

“We broke up.”

He said it without thinking. His face was neutral. She pursed her lips, watching him carefully.

“Hmm, I see,” she finally said.

He told himself to do it. He wanted it. He wanted it right now.

“Want to come with me for a bit?”

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That’s how they ended up in the back of Yoongi’s car, her ring-covered hand grabbing the back of his head, pulling his lips to hers. She smelled like dark cherries, sugary and heavy. He felt her hot breath on his lips, her tongue darting out and licking him like a snake.

“What do you want? Your dick sucked? My pussy on your face? Me bouncing on your dick or on all fours?” she whispered, biting his lower lip and tugging on it lightly.

Fuck. All of it and there wasn’t enough time or space. “Don’t tempt me or I’ll rip your clothes off,” he growled.

She chuckled slyly, crashing her lips to his. Her lips were slippery, lipstick smearing against his lips as he kissed her, sucking on her tongue. She moaned into his mouth, so hot and sweet that his cock strained in his pants. She pulled back, lipstick down to her chin. One look in the rearview mirror and he knew he looked the same.

“Damn, Yoongi, you look sexy as fuck,” she breathed, grinning at him.

He felt his cheeks grow hot at the compliment. He hoped the dim streetlights of the parking lot didn’t give him away. She unzipped his parka, pulling his black shirt up his chest. He raised an eyebrow. She smirked, running her nails over his skin, giving him goosebumps. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Hey, if you’re going to look, let me look too.”

She raised her hands and grinned. “Sure.”

She shrugged off her leather jacket, letting it fall. Pulled down the straps of her tiny white crop top, letting her breasts spill out from the top. His eyes widened seeing her hard nipples right in front of his face. Tinted windows or not, it was still a semi-public area.

It made him even harder, if that was possible.

He reached up and rubbed his thumb against one, breath hitching at the hardness. She raised an eyebrow.

“Please don’t tell me you’re a vanilla boy,” she taunted, rolling her eyes.

His eyes narrowed and he pinched them roughly, making her squeal.

“What was that?” He let his voice drop several octaves, pinching them again.

She winced, but didn’t back down. “Best you can do?”

He gripped her nipples tightly and pulled up, earning him a pained moan. “Who do you think you’re testing?” he drawled, feeling her grind against his lap, too much fabric between them.

“That’s better,” she growled back, cocking her chin defiantly.

He grabbed her breasts and dug his nails into them, rubbing his palms against her nipples. They were deliciously soft, the skin smooth against his callouses. He could feel the cool metal of her silver necklines against his fingertips.

“Take off your jeans.”

She struggled to get out of them, pulling her jeans and panties off together. His heart skipped a beat as he witnessed the string of her juices snap against her thigh, glistening in the low light. The scent of her sex filled the small car, intoxicating him.

“Already wet for me, huh?”

She smirked. “What can I say? I have a weakness for assertiveness.”

He let go of her tits, tracing his fingers on her thighs. The thighs he dreamt about, the thighs he jacked off to when he was alone in the shower, the thighs he watched enviously clamp around Taehyung’s waist right in front of his face. They practically fucked when they were in public and it made him jealous and angry seeing their obvious lust for one another.

He sunk his fingers into those juicy thighs, sucking in a breath in satisfaction. Fuck, they were so fucking soft, so full and sexy in his hands.

“Spread those lips for me,” he breathed, eyes fixated on her pussy.

She leaned back a little, tongue in cheek. His eyes widened as he realized she had a tattoo on the right side of her inner thigh. A laughing cartoonish skull. God, what lucky fuck had done that? She reached down with her ringed fingers and forced her pussy open with two of them, wet, shiny, and quivering, the pink bud swollen with need. His arousal so strong that he would remember it for nights on end.

He reached out and pulled her to him by the waist, sliding his fingers up her inner thigh. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, nipples brushing against his skin. He squeezed the flesh next to her pussy, feeling her juices drip down the back of his hand. She sucked in a breath in anticipation. He turned his hand, brushing a fingertip against her wetness.

“Such a fucking tease,” she hissed, grabbing the back of his head and tangling her fingers in his hair.

He grinned devilishly. “So needy. Tell me what you want.”

Her lips brushed against his, eyes boring into his, burning with desire.

“Finger me with those delicious hands of yours.”

She kissed him, roughly, and he plunged his fingers into her wetness, almost moaning into her mouth as he felt her walls clench around him. He ground his knuckle against her clit as he worked her, turning her into a ruined mess above him. He was sure her juices were dripping onto his pants, covering him with her scent.

“Fuck, Yoongi, fuck!”

He didn’t care if she came or not, just kept pumping his fingers in and out of her, hard and fast. Her necklaces clattered against each other, clinking in rhythm of his thrusts. Each moan was his adrenaline, fingering her so hard she was bouncing in his lap, probably making his car rock with the motion.

He didn’t even care if someone knew. In fact, he wanted someone to know.

Her rings dug into his skin as she gripped onto his shirt, shuddering as she came all over his hand, so slick and wet that he slipped out by accident. He readjusted, but she grabbed his hand, pulling it up.

“You trying to put us in jail?” she snickered, backing up a little.

“If I can still fuck you in jail, does it matter?” he countered, licking his fingers. Oh, God. Sweet with a hint of sour, so fucking delicious that he wanted to drink it out of her right now.

She pushed him up, unbuttoning his pants as she did so. She yanked them down, his bare ass sticking to the leather of his seats. That kind of thing would really annoy him if it wasn’t for her bending down. The metal of her rings felt cool against his cock. She opened her mouth, tongue out and ass up. The image burned into his mind.

Fuck his girlfriend, he should have taken her home so they could have fucked on his bed.

She took him in her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. Down, down. Lips pressed against the base of his cock. He could feel the lipstick leaving an imprint on his skin. Messy and erotic, exactly what he wanted. He pressed his head against the window, groaning as she began to bob her head up and down, awkwardly positioned in the car. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and he moaned, feeling the muscles grip the head tightly before backing up again. The head scraped against the roof of her mouth, making his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure. Was getting head ever this good? Were lips really this soft, mouths really this tight? Her hands were gripping his hips, rings pinching his skin a little, but he didn’t care. The hint of pain heightened his senses, mixing with the pleasure.

He felt her pause and he looked down, seeing her mouth open just a little. He felt her tongue press against the base of his balls, teasing them and coating them in saliva.

“F-fuck me…” he hissed, breath hitching as she started up again, faster, tighter. He gripped the seat, not wanting to grab her head and ruin her pace. Her tongue pressed against the bottom of the head and he groaned, feeling the familiar tension at the base of his stomach.

“S-shit, I’m going to–”

He didn’t get to grit out any more words, because they turned into a dragged-out moan as he shot into her throat. She swallowed, holding to him tightly. He could hear each gulp loud and clear, punctuating his damnation. She licked him slowly, softly. He gasped at the sensitivity, squeezing his eyes shut as she milked out every last drop.

His dick slid out of her mouth with a wet plop, limply falling between his legs. Dark lipstick down to her chin, smokey eyes devilishly looking up at him. At that moment, Yoongi knew.

She was who he wanted.

-

Yoongi sat in the driver’s seat, wiping his mouth with a spare tissue. He was a sticky mess underneath his clothes. He didn’t really want to think about what he had just done. He could still smell her, her taste still coated on his tongue.

He sighed. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, turning it back on. He waited patiently, sitting in the darkness. He had offered to drop her off wherever she liked, but she just laughed and said she would be fine.

“I’m worried about the poor fool who tries to pick you up,” he had said with a smirk.

She was halfway out of his car, turning back and smiling.

“No promises.”

He touched the scrap of paper on the dashboard. He should throw it away. He felt the vibration of his phone, loading up all the messages and missed calls. He didn’t have to look. He knew who it was. After a long moment, Yoongi unlocked his phone and swiped all the notifications away.

And then he saved a new contact.

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part ii

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[with-love-from-hell]

6,14,27,42,43

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6. Age you get mistaken for?

Basically since I was like, 8, I have gotten mistaken for being much older than I actually am- and part of that reason is because I started going through puberty at a relatively young age. So when I was 8 or 9, I often got mistaken as like a 12 year old. When I was 12, I often got mistaken for a high schooler. When I was 15, I often got mistaken for an 18 or 19 year old. And when I was finally an adult, I often got told I looked like I was in my mid twenties. Now I feel like I look more my age, but I still sometimes get people thinking I’m older. Often times people will say I look like between 28-31, and I am currently 26 (but will be 27 in about two weeks). So yeah. I often get mistaken for being older haha. 

14. Biggest turn offs?

Oh god where do I start. If we’re talking actual turn offs and not just pet peeves, that will be a shorter list- so lets stick to that. Rough hair pulling, degradation/insulting and the like, feeling objectified, most dirty talk, any sort of talk about “punishment” (ugh I cringe just thinking about it), any physical pain outside of normal stretching or temperature play...yeah. There are probably more but those are the ones that come to mind right off the bat. 

27. A Description of the person I like

Well, I will give you a description of my fiancé since...ya know, lol. 

They are about 6′2″, relatively slender but has a bit of muscle and a more masculine build. They are white, but not as pale as me. They have three tattoos- one on their right pectoral, one on their left wrist, and one on their right upper arm. Their ears are pierced, and they have a belly button ring. They have a 3/4 shave around their head, with the top left alone (think Sokka from ATLA). Their hair is dark brown at the roots, but bleached blonde  (and sometimes colored blue/steele if they remember to regularly dye it lol). If they let their facial hair grow, their beard comes in thick and is dark red in color. They are usually found wearing jeans and a tee shirt, but often need to wear chef pants and whites for their job, and will sometimes wear a blouse and a bralette if feeling more feminine- which typically tends to be during the summer months because their winter clothes consist of hunting garb and flannels lol. 

They are relatively quiet, but talk up a storm about the things that interest them once they get comfortable around you. They love memes and GenZ humor, and they are really into hunting, fishing, outdoor survival, woodworking, carpentry, grilling, cooking, and video games. They have a strong bond to their Norse heritage, and associate themselves with Freyja, Thor, and Odin (though they are NOT an Odinist). They don’t pay much attention to detail and are distracted easily, but they have a very creative mind and can often see the bigger picture more easily than I can.  They are good at what they do and have many different areas of skill that are very interesting and useful, and if they really put their mind to something, I know they can do it. 

42. Last thing I ate

uhhh, I believe it was a Salmon and rice bowl thing I got at Wal-Mart. I mean, for a microwave meal after work, it was pretty good lol. 

43. Sexiest person that comes to mind immediately

Would I be a broken record if I said Lucifer? lmao. I am also a big simp for Levi from AOT, and Genos from One Punch Man. 

Well, if I cant pick fictional characters, I would have to say the slots on my “Sexy persons” list definitely goes to Jason Mamoa, Robert Pattinson, Kellen Quinn, Janelle Monae,  Adam Gontier,  Ashley Costello, and Missy Elliot. At least these are the ones that came to mind instantly

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both sides of the viewfinder chp. 4

adult film star!bruno x afab!reader  (they are also gn)

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chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4

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A/N: i was not quicker with the next update lol, but im tired of reading over it so gonna just throw it out there now since im mostly happy with it!

anyways, resort time babeyyy 😎

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You try not to show it but you're filled with excitement. You've never been to a resort and Bruno had offered to pay for your expenses. Of course you were only willing to let him pay half (which was the lowest you could get him to go).

The two of you had been playing a game of sorts ever since your little session in the dressing room. Even though the both of you wanted to finish what you started, you had wordlessly decided to see how long the other would last before giving in. You couldn't really call it romantic but you did know there was lust involved--a lot.

The game had honestly made you quite bold and taught you some patience. Of course you still had some close calls though, and filming Bruno at work had made it that much harder for you. It wasn't fair and you made sure to let the man know this, but he just coyly smiled and told you he was ready to go whenever you were.

You drop your luggage in front of the bed you and Bruno would be sharing for the next week. At first, you assumed you would both be in separate rooms since you weren't an actual item, but Bruno wasn't having any of it which you were glad for. You wanted to get as much alone time as you could with him during this vacation.

You get closer to the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony. The location was perfect and you had a nice view of the beach from here. You had never seen such blue water or white sand. And you could already feel yourself sprawled out on a towel next to a shirtless Bruno.

"Like the view?" Bruno asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

You nod. "This is great! Thank you again for inviting me."

"Of course. I didn't want to go a whole week without seeing you."

You try to force down the smile that appears on your face in response but it's obvious and you know Bruno already saw it.

He smiles, reaches out and places a gentle hand on your cheek. However, you close your eyes to avoid his very intense and persuading gaze.

"Gonna have to try harder than that," you say under breath as you turn back to the balcony.

"...I didn't expect you to last this long. You've definitely proved me wrong."

"And I'm going to win too." You stick out your tongue.

Bruno smirks but says nothing more before going to unpack his luggage. You eventually pull yourself away from the view to do the same.

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You lay on your back, sunglasses on your face as you let the sun warm you. You were still pretty full from brunch and any moment now you expected to fall asleep. 'Til then, you watch Irene, Eli and Jocelyn goofing off in the water and sand.

The group decided to start the day together off at the beach. Which was perfect because today was going to be about relaxation, at least for you anyways. You all had time to get rowdy later if you wanted to anyways.

"____?"

You turn your head to look at Bruno who currently lays on his front. His sun hat sits on the back of his head to keep that part of him shaded.

"If you don't mind, can you put sunscreen on me? It's been awhile since I last did."

"Sure," you say. You should probably put some on too when you're done.

You walk on your knees to grab the bottle out of Bruno's bag and then crawl your way over to him.

You couldn't help but take a moment to admire his tanned back. The muscles along it were a lovely sight and of course being the horny bastard that you are, your eyes drift down towards his ass. He had a cute butt that you had seen many times but still weren't tired of.

You suddenly remember a scene where Bruno was getting railed and need to take a moment to calm down.

Maybe one day…

"Hello?" Bruno pulls you from your inappropriate imaginings.

"Right, right--sunscreen."

You scooch up next to him and move to place your knees on either side of his hips so you can sit on his upper thighs.

Bruno looks over his shoulder at you with a raised brow, causing his hat to fall off, but you smile innocently.

"Relax," you say.

He squints but lays his head back on his arms.

Once you squeeze and rub the cool, sweet smelling cream on your hands you bring them to his shoulders. You spread the cream following the lines of his muscles on his upper back before sliding lower.

You spend a little more time on his lower back then you should, and the dimples that rest above his ass get special attention.

The man's hips shift oh so slightly and you look up and see that his eye is closed and his brow furrowed.

You scoot up and lean forward. "I could do your front too," you whisper in his ear.

"We are in public."

You jolt at the gruff voice a small distance away. Sitting up, you see Abbacchio scowling at the two of you from the giant parasol he's sitting under.

You sigh but move off Bruno before the goth kills you with his glare.

"You're right. Sorry," Bruno says.

You weren't sorry but nod anyways. It's not like you two were doing anything that obvious. Just some teasing. And there was barely anyone outside your friend group out here!

"Just keep it out of my sight." Abbacchio taps the airpods in his ear before returning his attention to the ocean.

After you all get your fill of the beach, which goes well into the evening, it's time to get ready for dinner.

Since it was the first official day of your vacation you all want something more casual but still on the expensive side. So you all eventually decide on Korean BBQ.

"I'm just glad you two didn't try to fuck each other on the beach," Irene says. "Even if it would have been fun to watch…"

Okay so maybe you weren't as discrete as you thought. Abbacchio throws an unimpressed look directly at you and Bruno, but you choose to ignore it.

"I was just putting sunscreen on him I swear…"

Eli smirks at you. "This picture says otherwise."

Your brows raise when they show you and Bruno the image on their phone.

Your cheeks go hot and you look down at your plate. "Why did you even take a picture of that?"

"Memories!"

Jocelyn barks out a laugh. "You have a weird taste in memories cause that's the last thing I'd want to remember!"

You roll your eyes but you know it was in good fun. Bruno seems mildly amused anyways.

Not willing to entertain the topic any further, you pick up a piece of grilled pork from your plate. As you bring it to your mouth, you feel Bruno's leg brush against yours.

You peak over at him but he seems to be completely invested in a conversation with Abbacchio.

You assume it's an accident until you feel him do it again along with resting his hand on your upper leg. His fingers gently squeeze your inner thigh before rubbing the area with his thumb.

You continue eating your food as if it has no affect on you. It takes a lot of will power though as he continues his caresses throughout the whole dinner.

Afterwards, the group splits off. Jocelyn and Irene head to a club, Eli to the casino (Jocelyn made sure to put a limit on the money they could blow) and Abbacchio to the bar. You and Bruno decide to head to your room, obviously not in the mood to go anywhere else tonight.

When you reach your room, you both get ready for bed acting as if you don't want to fuck each other.

You crawl next to Bruno on the bed once you're done with the bathroom.

"I'm not tired yet…" you say

"Me neither."

"I guess we could watch a movie or show. There has to be something we both like on Netflix."

You pick up the remote for the TV and make your way to Netflix and start scrolling through the options on the front page.

"What type of stuff do you like to watch anyways?" you ask.

"Romance works."

"You probably watch the explicit type of romance," you joke.

Bruno's eyes widen slightly and you surmise that you guessed right. Either that or he was weirded out by your statement and that seemed very unlikely.

You smile amused. "Well I guess we could watch something like that then!"

Once you both finally settle on something, you get comfortable and lean against Bruno.

The movie wasn't really that great and every sex scene that happened made you cringe but it was at least kind of entertaining. Still, you were starting to get bored and were still horny from all the nonsense you and Bruno had been up to the last several days.

So in a moment of weakness you place your hand on Bruno's thigh. He looks at you expectantly but you do nothing more.

You want to look at him properly to see his expression but you need 100% focus or you would break. So you keep your eyes on the TV as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. If you were lucky this would somehow bring your game to a close and the two of you could do something more exciting.

Bruno says your name under his breath, but you simply hum. Enduring that dinner was proof of your will and you believe you could keep this up all night if needed. (But that was the last thing you were hoping for.)

Suddenly, you feel a warm hand on top of yours.

Bruno guides your hand further up his thigh. "Please…"

"Huh?" You fake the confusion in your voice.

"Let's end this game."

"Oh...so that means I win?"

"Yes you win, just please touch me."

You smirk and move to kneel a small distance in front of him. "That was so easy!" You were thoroughly going to enjoy this.

When he sees you're not getting closer it prompts him to scooch forward on the bed, but before he can touch you, you push him down on his back and crawl on top. There's a slightly stunned look on his face but it quickly changes to one of anticipation.

You line your chest with Bruno's and lean down for a kiss which he returns enthusiastically.

"I never thought I'd enjoy losing this much...." he murmurs against your lips.

You smirk and continue your kisses down his cheek. Your hands find their way under his shirt and slowly explore the span of his abdomen and chest. He softly sighs when you begin sucking at the skin between his neck and shoulder and your hands squeeze him in response.

When you hear Bruno's breathing become slightly heavier you sit up and remove his shirt. You'd seen his body many times in all sorts of positions but you still take a second to appreciate his toned torso.

You press kisses to his chest and let your hands run down his sides enjoying how he just barely reacts under your fingertips. You stop at his hips, and your thumbs trace back and forth along his hip bones. Your tongue brushes against Bruno's nipple, and you feel him tense under your hands.

You move back to sit on his pelvis and immediately feel his cock through his pants. Bruno gently rocks his hips against your ass, and you entertain the motion by pressing down yourself.

His hands grab your hips, but before he can get too carried away you pull your ass off him. He ends up humping the air and lets out a sigh of frustration. His tune changes quickly though when he sees you move down between his legs.

"I'm not really feeling like I lost anything…"

You gently rub at his hard bulge through his pajama pants. "Well guess I'm just that generous. But at the same time I feel like I'm going too easy on you now."

"Please don't make me wait any longer ____."

You look up and the man's cheeks are flushed and he seems a little dazed, but he doesn't take his eyes off you. Seeing the usually controlled actor look at you this way has your stomach flipping.

"I didn't expect you to be so impatient," you say.

"I suppose you just have this effect on me..."

Smiling to yourself, you pull his pants down and are surprised by a pair of fancy panties.

You raise a brow at him. "...You already knew how tonight was going to end, huh?"

You carefully pull the satin fabric down before licking a slow stripe up his cock. The smug look on Bruno's face is immediately wiped away.

You wrap your hand around his twitching member and press your lips against the tip. He lets out a low hum, and your tongue licks against the slit before your mouth wraps around his sensitive head.

Whenever Bruno tries to move his hips you force them down and continue with your teasing touches along his cock. But eventually you decide to stop messing with him and fully take him into your mouth.

His eyes flutter shut. "Hmm, that feels amazing amore."

Even though he was finally in your mouth you move achingly slow and you can tell he wants you to go faster. And he makes it quite clear.

You let up a bit but mostly keep at driving him crazy. Your hand starts to knead at his balls and you immediately feel him twitching in your mouth.

"____. You're--"

You pull off.

Once Bruno realizes what just happened he deadpans at you. You laugh at his expression and he sits up with a sigh.

"Okay you had your fun, time to lay back."

You raise a brow at him.

Bruno begins stripping himself completely of his clothes. "You're the winner, right? Let me treat you."

Perhaps he had a point, and you didn't really have a problem with letting him takeover. This time.

Before you can think of taking your own clothes off, Bruno's doing it for you. His thumbs hook in the band of your pants and pull them down for you.

"...No underwear?" he asks.

You shrug and remove your shirt in an attempt to prevent yourself from laughing. "Guess you weren't the only one planning on ending this tonight."

Once you're done, you lay down and Bruno settles next to you. He places his hand on your lower stomach and brings his face close to yours. You immediately get caught in his blue eyes. It's not fair that he gets to be so handsome.

His finger easily pushes past your wet entrance while his thumb rubs gentle circles against your clit. Another finger is soon added and he begins to thrust his fingers slowly into you. When he crooks them against your walls you have a hard time holding back the noises you want to make.

"A-Are you gonna get me back for teasing you?" you ask. It would be deserved, but you hope he didn't. You hadn't realized how worked up you were until Bruno started touching you.

"Another time. I don't want to wait any longer."

He removes his fingers and gets himself situated on top of you. Once his hips are comfortably between your legs, you drag a finger along his cock before grabbing and lining it with your entrance. Finally after all the games you could both get some relief.

The moment Bruno feels himself against your entrance he presses in letting you take him slowly, inch by inch. When he's fully in, you sigh and slightly wiggle your hips. One of your legs hook around his waist and you place your arms around his neck. He keeps his eyes on yours as he pulls back before pressing in again and starting a nice and comfortable rhythm.

Your hand plays at the soft hairs at the nape of his neck before properly tangling into his locks. You pull and his lips part, a perfect moan falling from them. His hips thrust against you particularly hard forcing a groan out of you.

You smirk a bit. "Never get tired of that…"

Your fingers massage his scalp before you guide his face close to yours. Your lips join and he quickly presses his tongue into your mouth.

Just as you're really enjoying the kiss, he ends it. But before you can pout he pulls you close against him. His thrusts begin to speed up and his moans are muffled by the side of your face.

You always loved Bruno's moans when you were filming him but something about his current ones were different--so desperate and wanting. They had you clenching on his cock.

His hand snakes down between you two and your eyes fall shut as he rubs your clit. Your breath hitches when you feel him nip your ear.

Bruno hums. "You feel amazing...I feel like I could do this for hours."

You mumble something unintelligible under your breath in reply, not even sure what it you said until you start moaning out Bruno's name. Your back arches and your legs tighten around his waist to keep his hips in place as you come.

Bruno nuzzles against your neck and once your legs relax he continues thrusting.

"You came on my cock so well...ah, just a little more--"

His hips begin to stutter and he calls out your name. You press your lips to his temple and move your hips to help him along. His body tenses before he pulls out and comes onto your stomach.

Bruno's hips rock against you as he comes down and soon his body relaxes against yours. He doesn't seem to mind the mess he's making. His nose brushes against your cheek before you feel a kiss.

After some silence you yawn."...We should do this more often."

He stops peppering kisses on your neck and places an arm over your torso. "Agreed. In fact, we can start again in 5 minutes after I clean us off."

You gawk a bit at him. "Don't you get tired?"

"I do, that's why I said 5 minutes."

You scoff but end up grinning instead. "Well...it's not like we're going anywhere for awhile."

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NEVERMORE?

Prompt: Requested, by the adorable @pod95 Thank you so much for your request, babe. I hope you’ll like it 😉😘

Word count: Long-ish

Pairings: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, dom x sub dynamic, one night stand, rough sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), spanking, tricophilia (hair kink - pulling) breath play/ asphyxiation kink (chocking), cursing and fluff.

Tag: @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: Lord, forgive me, my dirty mind and the sin I’m about to commit! This is pure filth people, pure filth! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Y/N, I’m gonna look for Tim in the men’s locker room ok? I’ll be right back” Leon, my brother, said

“Fine, I’ll wait here” I smiled at him, sitting down in one of the audience benches

A few minutes passed and I heard someone ask me

“Are you looking for someone?” A handsome Irish guy asked

“Nope, I’m waiting for my brother”

“Is he one of the wrestlers?” He asked

I smirked “No, but he dates one”

“Oh, I see” He grinned “Would you like me to call one of them for you?”

“Nah, it’s ok. I don’t mind waiting. They haven’t seen each other in a very long time plus, I don’t have anything better to do” I shrugged

“Mind if I sit down with you?”

“No, go ahead and pick your seat” I joke and he sat right by my side

“I’m Finn” He offered me his hand

“Y/N”

We shook hands and he said

“Beautiful name for a beautiful lass”

“I’ve never heard that one before” I mocked, making him laugh

“So, what are you gonna do later?” Finn asked and I sensed his intention

“Look, Finn” I look into his blue eyes “My brother is the one who’s into wrestlers, not me”

“And I’m not into your brother, I’m into you” He sincerely said

His words were so honest that caught me off guard and made me laugh

“You’re funny” I smiled

“You’re gorgeous“ He chews on his gum with a boyish smile on his face

“How come you’re so confident?” I asked amused

Finn shrugged “I’m a Leo, it comes naturally” He winked and I laugh

“Y/N!” My brother screamed, coming to me with Tim by his side

“Hi, Y/N” Tim greeted, hugging me tightly

“How are you, Timmy?”

“Better now” He looked at Leon with pure love in his eyes

“Finn, you wanna come?” Tim asked

“Yeah, sure”

“Where are you guys going anyways?” I ask them

“We’re going to that sushi place, you’re coming, right?” Tim asked me

“Honestly? No” I sighed

“Why?” Leon, Tim and Finn asked at the same time

“You know I’m not a sushi lover, ok? So I’ll pass! But, please, feel free to eat my part of the sushi boat” I smile fondly

“Where are you going then?” Leon asked worriedly

“To the hotel, I’ll order some room service”

“I thought we were supposed to enjoy the city together” Leon reminded me

“And we will, tomorrow!” I got up from the bench kissing Leon and Tim on the cheek “Also, you don’t need a third wheel tonight! Enjoy your night together, lovebirds” I winked at them

“Nice to meet you, Finn” I said

“And you” I look at Tim as I was grabbing my backpack “Take care of my little brother or I’ll kick your ass!”

Tim laughed “Got it, boss”

“I’m coming with you” Finn stood up

“You’re declining sushi?” Tim asked in shock

“Changed my mind. Room service sounded very tempting all of a sudden” He smirked, looking at me

*Does he never give up?* I thought

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Finn and I walked from the arena to the hotel. He’s surprisingly a very nice and funny guy. We talked about different subjects and I grew fondly of him in that short 40 minutes walk.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” He asked

“Of course. Just let me take a shower and change clothes and I’ll meet you in your room, is that ok?”

“Sure, love. I’m in room 433”

After 40 minutes I knocked on his door. I went for a safe choice of black leggings and a crop top. I didn’t wanted to look like I’m trying to impress him but didn’t wanted to show up too sloppy either.

“Hey” Finn smiled softly, wearing now a pair of grey joggings and a black t-shirt, with his hair still wet from his shower.

“Come on in” Finn intertwine our fingers, pulling me towards the couch

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you”

“What do you want for dinner?” He smiled, grabbing the hotel menu.

Finn decided for a fusilli with pesto and grilled chicken and I went for a zucchini spaghetti. He ordered a wine bottle to go with our dinner (which he insisted in paying for).

We talked and ate, sitting on the couch, looking at each other. Sharing stories and laughs, forgetting all about the movie.

“Did you liked living in Japan?” I asked, sipping from my wine glass

“I loved actually, it was one of the best times of my life”

“Then why did you leave there to wrestle in America?”

“It was a new opportunity with a great company. Wrestling is my life so I had to take it, you know?”

“Yeah” I smiled at him

Finn took the wine glass out of my hand and placed on top of the coffee table, next to his.

“I like to try new things, Y/N” He leans forward, until his lips are centimeters away from mine “I like to have new experiences” His hand rested on the side of my neck, while his thumb caress my cheek

“So I’m gonna be straight forward with you. You’re a very beautiful woman, I feel very attracted to you and I would love to spend the night together and have some fun” He whispered

“Oh, you’re mean” I chuckled

“No, I’m not” He smirked “I’m honest! So tell me, do you want to spend the night with me?”

“Yes” I murmur

Finn’s lips touched mine, softly at first, until we got used to each other but then the air changed.

His kiss became more vigorous, rough and hard. Finn’s hands gripped my neck lightly

“I like things a little rough, Y/N. So, if at anytime you feel like it’s too much, you let me know, ok?”

“I doubt that it will be too much” I smirked “Never found a man who could give me as hard as I like it” I chuckled

“Is that a challenge, love?” He grinned, walking us towards the bed

“Are you up for it, sir?” I batted my lashes

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that” Finn closed his grip on my neck

“Give me your worst” I smile in pleasure once I feel the pressure upon my neck increasing.

Finn shoved me down to the bed, quickly yanking off my crop top and sports bra and ripping my leggings at the crotch. Smirking when he saw no underwear.

“Oh, you came halfway ready didn’t you, love?” Finn chuckled, spitting on his fingers and spreading it through my folds until he stopped at my clit.

“Play with your tits” Finn commands

I obey him, massaging my breasts softly. Pinching my nipples until they are hard for him.

Finn lightly slapped one of my hands away, capturing the free nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue on it.

The pressure he was putting on my clit was dreamy.

I moan softly at the sweet torture he’s causing me

“Your moans are so fucking hot” Finn says, scratching his teeth on my nipple and quickly attacking the other one.

He dive down, into my core. The minute he started to lick me, I’m in heaven! The guy is THAT good.

“Oh fuck” I moaned “Why are you so good at this?”

Finn looks up to meet my gaze and slowly smiles, still licking my folds tortuously.

“You’re so wet for me” He whispered, licking a long stripe from my entrance to my clit. Where he locked his lips and began to suck on it.

I tried to close my legs in order to get some relief, but Finn held them down on the mattress, open for him.

I never came from just pussy eating without any fingering, but I felt like I could come at any minute now.

“I want you to come on my face” Finn said

“I can’t, I need something in” I shuddered

“No, you don’t, silly” He smiled deviously and sucked my clit even harder

“Come.On.My.Face.Right.Now” He commanded with a hard slap on my ass between every word

And I did. Grabbing the sheets forcefully into my fists I borderline screamed his name in pleasure.

The contractions of my orgasm were so hard that I had my own release dripping down my lips.

Before it could reach the mattress, Finn eagerly licked.

“So good” He coos

“Please, can I suck your dick?” I beg

“That desperate, huh?” Finn cackled

“Yes, I am, sir” I place myself in all fours on the bed and nuzzle my face on his clothed erection.

“Please, sir. I really need it” I pleaded

Finn’s eyes grew dark in pleasure “Take him out” He smirked

And I just understood why, when I free him from his pants.

He was THICK and LONG, but that just made me grew even more eager to have him in me.

“I can’t wait to have you in me” I giggled

“Yeah? Do you think you can handle it, love?” He laughed at my excitement

“Not only I CAN handle it but will enjoy every second of it” I smirk at him and while looking up at him, I shoved him down my throat.

I made sure to relax my throat as much as I could and keep a lot of saliva to make it easier for the both of us.

“You sure know what you’re doing, love. So sloppy...it’s fucking beautiful!” Finn moaned “Feels so fucking good”

I can feel him twitching on my throat, that’s when he pulls off

“That’s enough. I don’t want to come on your mouth”

Finn quickly got rid of his clothes. When I began to take off my crotch ripped leggings Finn said

“Leave them on! I want to fuck you like that. Turn around”

When I lay down on my stomach Finn’s hands ripped my leggings more so he can have a full vision of my ass

“So fucking hot” He slapped my ass cheeks

I look over my shoulder to Finn and found him touching himself while looking at me.

Finn smirked, reaching for the bedside table, he pulled out a condom.

Rolling down his length, he positioned himself behind me

“Let me know if it’s too much, is color system ok for you?”

“Sure. Green: go, yellow: slow down and red: stop”

“Good” He smiles “Let’s ser if you really can take it like you said earlier” Finn teased making me laugh

He slowly pushed in, letting me get used to his size bit by bit. He felt even bigger than he looked.

Once he’s buried inside of me, Finn and I both moaned loudly

“Shit... I’ve never fucked someone as tight as you. Jesus fuck!”

“You’re so thick is heavenly” I panted

Finn began to move slowly at first. Stretching my walls for him, until we’re both used to how each other felt.

Then the fun started. His thrusts became harder and faster, making me curl my toes in pleasure.

“Choke me, sir. Please”

Finn’s hands locked around my neck pulling me back to meet him until my back is arched painfully so Finn can kiss me vigorously.

“You’re such a good little whore” Finn grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me back even more, until I was holding my weight up on my arms.

Finn fucked me even harder and I couldn’t help but moan.

“You didn’t lied, you really can take it! Can’t you?” He bites my neck

“Yes, sir. Every fucking inch” I giggled

“I can see that, lass. Such a cock whore. I love that!” He laughed amused

I could already feel the familiar burning on my lower abdomen

“Sir, please. I need to-“ I stopped my sentence when his pace grew even faster

“Come, love. Come on my cock, I wanna feel you” Finn whispered on my ear

A chocked moan left my lips as I came around him

“Oh fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so good I can barely move” Finn mumbled

His hands reached my clit and he circled the little nub, prolonging my own orgasm as he came with a growl.

We stood still for a minute to catch our breaths.

Finn went to the bathroom and started to fill up the tub.

*That’s my cue to go, I guess* I thought and begin to get dressed. Finn walked out of the bathroom and frowned

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving. Thanks for the dinner and the fun” I tried to hide my disappointment

“And who said you‘re supposed to leave?”

“What? I thought-“

“Thought wrong, love” He smiled, pulling my crop top off my body

“C’mon” Finn offers me his hand “Let’s go take a bath then we can order some more room service and make out on the couch” He winked

And Finn was faithful to his word. We took a long bath together, talking and laughing. Then he ordered us some room service, my all time favorite: cheeseburgers.

“I thought you didn’t eat junk food” I said mesmerized when my eyes meet the burgers

“I do sometimes!” He defended himself making me look at him in disbelief

“What?” He asked and I raised one eyebrow at him

“Fine! I eat it once every 2 years, ok?”

“Once every 2 years?” I gasp “Damn dude! You’re surreal” I stare at him in shock

Finn bites my cheek lightly “Don’t you think I deserve a treat after the night we just had? You drained me, woman!” He chuckled making me blush in embarrassment

“Stop” I slapped his shoulder lightly

“Awww you’re blushing” Finn laughed softly “You’re so damn cute” He gave me a smooch and said “Let’s go, love. Or the burgers will get cold”

The night ended with more talking and make out sessions on the couch

“I want you to sleep here with me” Finn whispered

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure!” He smiled

When sleep finally took over us, Finn dragged us to the bed. We spooned and Finn pulled me as close as he physically could. Sweetly kissing the top of my head we both fell asleep within minutes.

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Something moving around the bed was disturbing me from my sleep

“Y/N, wake up” His deep voice called

“Love, c’mon wake up!” Finn giggled while I groan in protest.

“Will you wake up if I say I got you breakfast?”

“Food? Where?” I mumbled, quickly sitting up on the bed and making Finn laugh hard

The breakfast tray was on top of the bed, with juice, coffee, scrambled eggs, fruit salad, toast and chocolate chips pancakes.

“I didn’t knew what you were in the mood for, so I got a little bit of everything” Finn smiled, slightly embarrassed

“This is perfect, thank you! But you didn’t had to, you know”

Finn rolled his eyes “That’s nonsense! Choose whatever you want to eat so we can go before we run late”

“Go? Where?” I ask confused

“Aren’t we going to explore the city with your brother and Tim?” He asked, chewing on a piece of pineapple

“You’re coming along with us?”

“Yeah...unless you don’t want me to” He whispered softly

“Of course I want you to come along” I smile widely and he smiled back

“So go on, eat your breakfast so we can go to your room and get you some clothes” Finn winked

And I thought to myself *How the hell am I supposed to be with this man for just one night?*....

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