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[ravennaortiz]

I loved this! It was so cute and sweet and the banter with Angel and his kids was so good! 💜

Game Over

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"Lights out, you two". You came into your sons bedroom shutting their lights off. Signaling its time for bed.

"Mom, come on. One more game? Dad's killing us". AJ whined, he was the oldest but acted like the youngest.

"We can get him tomorrow. It's Saturday so we have all day to crush him". Your youngest son Jayden snickered crawling into bed.

"Oh yeah. Night mom". AJ jumped into bed.

"Night mom". Jayden said before removing his glasses and cuddling into bed.

"Night boys. Love you both so much. Sweet dreams". You blew them a kiss before heading out the door.

On the way to the bathroom you spotted Angel still blasting away on the playstation. "Games over, the kids went to bed".

"I know. I got with this group of cool guys and now we're playing". Angel didnt take his eyes off the game. One may say he's being to get addicted.

"Fine, play your little game. I thought we could play our own game. In bed. With no clothes on". You seductively purred. But it did nothing for Angel.  He kept pew pew pewing on his controller.

"I'm going to bed". You groaned, closing the door, not wanting to hear the noise.

Snuggling into bed you went fast asleep. Soon the alarm went off and you woke refreshed and energized.

"Time to get up, kids". You popped your head into the kids room. Surprisingly they were already up, playing on the game.

"Really? Not even breakfast yet"?

"Dad, woke us up. What time is it"? AJ groaned with a yawn. They both looked as if they didnt get a wink of sleep.

"Its eight am. What time did he get you up"? You asked with your hands on your hips.

"Four. I remember going to the bathroom and when I came back he had Jayden up and they were playing". AJ yawned again.

"Cut it off and go to bed. I'll wake you up at ten". You grumbled to yourself as they did what they were told without a fuss. Closing the door you walked down the hall and there he was, Angel in the same position, same clothes and same game as last night.

"What the hell are you doing"? You yelled but didnt get a response from Angel. Walking over to him you ripped off his headphones and slapped him with them.

"What"? He yelled, pausing the game.

"You're an idiot. Do you know what time it is? You havent moved since last night. Oh I forgot you did. You woke up the kids to play a stupid game. How old are you"?

"Thirtysomething". Angel giggled, he looked sleepy, his eyes droopy. He had really bad morning breath. Cheeto stains on his shirt and fingers. Energy drinks scattered around the floor.

"It wasn't a real question. I was being sarcastic". You palmed your forehead.

"You need to get some sleep".

"I'm not tired". Angel whined with a huff.

"Get to bed. Now, Angel Reyes". Angel's eyes grew wide, you meant business when you used his full name. He sat his headphones on the table and quickly went to the bedroom. Not stopping for anything. He hated when your were mad at him.

With a huff you started cleaning up the mess. You should have made Angel clean before you sent him off to bed. But you would have been a monster for doing that. 

It was around ten thirty when the kids and Angel rolled out of bed. They were still sleepy but they were also hungry.

"Where's mom, I'm starving"? Jayden rubbed his belly.

"Probably making a choir list for us to do. After the stunt Dad pulled last night". AJ narrowed his eyes at Angel.

"It wasn't all me. You wanted to play as well". Angel tried to defend himself from his sons.

"We were asleep. You're the adult. You're supposed to be the smart one". AJ argued.

"Guys, lets find something to eat. I'm hungry".

They all tiptoed down the hall and into the living room. They stopped and saw you sleeping on the couch.

"Geez, what does she have to be tired about? She's just a mom". AJ shook his head and went into the kitchen with his brother.

"That's it. She's a mom". Angel smiled, walking over and putting a blanket over you. Kissing the top of your head trying not to disturb your sleep.

Angel went into the kitchen, his sons were fighting over the last waffle. He didn't know how you could put up with three kids sometimes. He couldnt handle two.

[lover-girl-estxx]

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Sean!

*not mine"

I pulled Sean aside after the weigh in "I have to do that interview with Izzy okay?" I said and pecked his lips "I guess" "I love you!" "Yeah yeah" he smiled as I kissed his cheek.

"hi I'm Y/n Y/l/n coming from Australia with the current Middleweight champion of the world Israel Adesanya!.. How are you leaning up to the fight?" I asked "first I just want to say you look beautiful" he smiled "thank you!" "I'm feeling very confident in my training" "do you want to talk more about what training camp has been like?" "come watch me train tomorrow" I shrugged with a slight smile "maybe" he smiled.

"will you be rooting for me?" He asked and I smiled with shrug "I'm not supposed to take sides but I will be root for my boyfriend" he put his hand on my lower back "oh come on!" He threw his other hand up "no," I laughed "it was nice talking with you!" "Could I give you a hug?" He asked I chuckled "sure" he hugged me his hands on my low low waist.

As soon as Izzy walked off Sean walked in "the fuck was that?!" He said "what?" "Fucking groping you and shit" "he hugged me" "who the fuck is he to touch you" I rolled my eyes. He grabbed my arm pulling me into the bathroom "what are yo-" he cut me off and kissed me pushing me on the door locking it , he grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him back. He put his hand in my hair and pulled me over to the sink he bent me over the sink.

He pushed my dress up and my panties down as I heard his belt coming undone, I put my hand on his stomach under his shirt "come on Sean" he grabbed my hand holding it to my back. He pushed in without warning "oh my god" he grabbed my hips hard thrusting even harder "Sean!" I moan grabbing his wrist "he can't fuck you like this can he?!" He said in my ear I put a hand over my mouth to get my moans quite "no," he ripped my hand away "let 'em all hear you...tell em who fucks you this good" his voice rasped "Sean" I whispered a moan not being able to keep my eyes open.

"fuck! God!" I said cumming around him, he grabbed my hair and pulled me to his chest cumming too. He pulled out and backed up, I took a deep breath and pulled my underwear up. I went into the stall to clean up when I came out Sean had his back on the wall with his hand on his head, I washed my hands and sat on the counter "come here" I said and reached out for his arm "mm" he stood in front of me I wrapped my arms around his neck "you know i did mean anything by that right?" He nodded "what's wrong then?" "I'm sorry, it was a little much" I pecked his lips then his cheek "no baby it's fine I liked it" I smiled I smiled and raised my brow he smiled I kissed him again and pulled him closer.

A/n hope this is what you wanted!!🖤

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Fly Away Chapter 7

A/N - Thank you for the patience with this series! We are nearing the end of this part of the series, before the season rewrites start.  There is a mention of homophobia and hints of previous child abuse. 

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Time always seems to fly faster than one remembers. One moment, Angel was welcoming Happy back to Tacoma and trying to catch up. The next, she was taking her final tests and submitting her senior project.

Now, Angel stood in her bedroom and smoothed down the front of her dress. Graduation day was finally here. She and Johnny had made it the last 4 years together. Things had been weird between her and the club. Angel wasn’t sure where the issues were coming from but she knew not to ask about it. For most of the year, Angel and Johnny mostly kept to themselves. They would make appearances when needed or go to lockdown when told. If the Mother Charter came for a visit, Angel would hang around the club and do what was needed to make their stay welcoming. 

It had been 7 months since Angel last saw Kozik, with some croweater kneeled before him. Part of her ached, she knew she had started to develop feelings for him. The distance was obviously the universe’s way of sparring her heart from hurting more and telling her to get over it. 

Now, it was time to finally be done with school and move on with their lives and Angel couldn’t help but think back on the last few years. So much had gone on and happened that it felt like a blur. Angel thought back to Johnny’s initial meeting with the Sons of Tacoma. Word had spread down to Charming about Angel seeing someone and she was annoyed at how many calls she had gotten so soon after. Bobby had called her laughing, wondering what she was pulling by saying she was dating him. That’s when Angel spilled the beans (well half of the beans) and stated they were just trying to make it believable to trick his family. Bobby had found that even more amusing and promised to relay the message to the rest of the family for her. She hoped they wouldn't tell anyone. The more people who believed the lie, the better. 

Angel had kept writing to Edward and updating him on almost everything that had been happening. She told him about Johnny but could never write about her time with Kozik. She didn’t get many letters back, but she cherished each one. 

The band had been doing so well and they had opportunities to expand out towards Seattle for shows. Angel and Johnny ended up moving into an apartment together. They were over at one of the apartments anyway, and it just made sense to live together and save some money in the process. It also helped solidify their lie even more. 

After the graduation ceremony, Angel and Johnny stood in front of their families and smiled. Angel had begged her family to just play along with whatever Angel and Johnny said when around his family. They had told Bobby about Johnny’s parents. How they were “devout” Christians who beat him when he expressed questions on his sexuality and attempted to send him to a conversion camp when he was a young teen. They didn’t even know Angel and Johnny were living together. He was too afraid to let them know much of anything about his life while in college. 

So now, there they all stood. Johnny had his arms wrapped around Angel's waist and they smiled as everyone kept taking pictures. Johnny’s parents wouldn’t stop going on about their future together. 

“Congratulations to you two! Oh, I am so proud of you both graduating together. It’s so sweet! I bet we’ll be hearing soon about you two FINALLY getting engaged! Four years together is a long time, you’ve both matured. It’s time to settle down!” Johnny’s mom beamed at the two and it took everything for Angel not to laugh. Instead, she gripped at Johnny and looked around for her family to save her.

“Who’s getting engaged?” a voice called out from behind. 

“Daddy!” Angel ran over and threw her arms around her father before whispering in his ear, “Save us before she talks us to death please!”

Bobby squeezed Angel and laughed. “Congratulations pumpkin. The first Munson to graduate college! I am so proud of you.”

“Dad, these are Johnny’s parents, Bethany and Michael.”

Bobby held out his hand and smiled at the two. "Nice to meet ya."

"Nice to meet you as well. Will Mrs be joining us?"

Bobby and Angel froze at the question and Johnny scrubbed his hand down his face. "Dad, I told you she wasn't in the picture and not to ask," he hissed. 

Johnny was just shushed by his father.

"Don't worry kiddo.  Nah, there is no mrs. She decided very early on that she didn't want to be a mother and left.  I've been raising her with the help of my family."

Angel beamed as she heard the familiar laughter of her surrogate mothers and turned to watch Luanne, Gemma, and Clay make their way over.  "There's our girl! First in the family to finish and get her degree! We're so proud of you sweetheart. And Johnny! Congratulations sweetie!"

"Mom, Dad. This is Gemma, Clay, and Luanne, Angel’s aunts and uncle. Gemma’s dad is a preacher…” Johnny let the words slip out and cringed at the smile that spread across this mother’s face. 

Gemma raised her brow at Johnny before putting a smile on her face and turning towards his mother. Angel turned and hid her face against Clay, trying her best not to start laughing. Clay was doing his best to hold in his laugh. They knew Gemma would play the perfect part but, poor Johnny. He was going to get it later. 

The rest of the evening went by without too many issues. Angel did her best to keep the discussions to non-hostile conversations. When asked what both of their plans now that they graduated, Angel wasn’t sure how to answer. She knew Johnny had already applied to Grad school and would be staying in Tacoma until that was finished. Further education was not for her, at least for now. 

“Johnny and I’ve already talked about this. I’m probably going to go back to Charming and help out with the garage and my Aunt Luanne’s business, at least until he’s done with school. Then we’ll decide.”

Angel knew she should have talked to Bobby about the plan to return, but she had a feeling none of them would mind. Bethany just smiled at the answer while the others raised a brow.

Bethany turned to Luanne, “So what sort of business do you have?”

Angel felt her heart drop to her stomach and stared with wide eyes as Luanne turned towards her and smirked. Was she going to actually tell her…

“Oh, just a little modeling and video studio...for the locals” 

Angel just hid her face in her hands and prayed for the meal to be over soon. 

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Angel spent the next month in Tacoma, packing up all her stuff and making sure that Johnny would be fine without her. It would be weird going back to Charming but Angel had missed it. She would be closer to her family and would have the ability to see Precious and little Robbie more often. Since the divorce, Precious had kept her distance from everyone. She and Angel talked as much as possible on the phone and Precious had managed a visit or two with Robbie without Bobby knowing. Plus, Angel knew there wasn’t anything in Tacoma left for her. She would come back and see Johnny, or he’d come down to see her. That much she was sure of. 

Angel would be moving back into her old room for the time being, at least until she could get on her own two feet. It would be like old times, just her and her dad. The thought slightly terrified Angel. She knew that moving back meant that she would be under the watch of the club. Her every action and interaction would be known because there would always be someone watching her. But there would be Bambi, Robbie, and Donna to help keep her grounded and sane. 

The move back to Charming was almost an uneventful one. It felt like the whole club had made their way up to help Angel move. When she heard the roar of bikes nearing the apartment, Angel squealed and ran out to wait for them. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she watched the bikes line up near the moving van. Angel made her way over to hug everyone and let them know what was left. 

She already had most of her stuff loaded into the truck and only had the bigger items. She leaned back against the van with Gemma, watching the men move the remaining things into the van. Once everything was done, Angel watched in amusement as Clay informed Jax and Opie that they would have to decide who was driving the van back down to Charming with Gemma. The two bickered and after a few rounds of rock, paper, scissors, Jax lucked out and Opie was pushing his back up the ramp into the back of the van and securing it down. 

The drive down to Charming made Angel laugh - it looked like she had her own personal guards. Bobby and Clay rode in front, the van behind her, and Jax bringing up the rear. As they started to pull away from the apartment, Angel glanced in the side mirror and smiled as she saw the familiar vehicle pulling up and the figure watching the small caravan drive away. Angel stuck her arm out the window and waved back at Johnny, who blew a kiss before making his way back inside. 

She would call him once she made it to Charming. And although she would miss him, this was the next step of her life. 

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[writingismyhappytime]

The Christmas Party

Ryan Sitkowski x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut

A/N: Merry Christmas, @happys-crazy-queen22

"Why don't we get out of here?" You sigh, leaning into Ryan's side, his arm casually looped over your shoulder to keep you close, a drink held in his other hand. He knows you're restless, you don't particularly like coming to the events his studio throws, you find them incredibly boring. It's usually celebrating a new album release, sales, something like that, and you typically do good for the first hour, it's just after that your attention wanders. This time it's a Christmas party, nicely decorated, with the scented pine cones and a large tree strung with popcorn and guitar ornaments.

"Just a little longer," Ryan presses a kiss into your hair, ignoring the pout on your lips. You look as bored as you feel, you'd gotten over your excitement from the free food and glasses of eggnog early on. "You know this one is important. They wanted us all here to celebrate."

"Do you realize they've played the same song five times now?" You grumble, the light glinting off your black nails as you start to sip from your cup. They keep playing music from the different bands from their label instead of Christmas carols. "Whoever did their playlist apparently really likes hearing you scream in the background. Here I thought I was the only one who got to hear you scream."

Ryan pinkens slightly, but no one seemed to hear your comment. There's a large crowd, so many people a person is easily lost in the group, so it's loud with the chatter and music. "(Y/N)."

"Don't you think we'd have more fun somewhere else?" You say suddenly, getting an idea. You send him a sly look beneath your long lashes, your lips curving. You can think of ten different things you could be doing --- specifically to the good looking man at your side. "I mean, we could still technically be at the party."

Your boyfriend looks down at you, recognizing your tone. So you want to sneak off somewhere and have a little fun? He's not exactly opposed, the party is in full swing, half of his band is talking to their producer, so everyone is pretty preoccupied. .

Still, there's not exactly a lot of places the two of you can go, it might not be a good idea. "Maybe here isn't the best place," he hedges, green eyes flicking across the room. He shifts slightly from where he leans back against one of the tables, hearing you sigh indignantly.

Fine.

You finish off your drink before setting your cup down, straightening and stepping out from beneath his arm. Your smooth your fingers down your dress, brushing any wrinkles out of the black material; you tried to dress really nice today for his party, right down to your black stilettos that always make your legs look fantastic, the diamonds glinting in your ears a perfect addition to set off the darkness of your outfit.

You only wish Ryan appreciated the effort, he said you looked nice but you weren't content with that! He could have said you looked beautiful, or sexy, or told you all the things he'd like to do to you once he got you out of that dress, but no, just "you look nice, let's go, we're already late."

Ugh.

Your eyes flick about the room, and eventually you spy Vinny, standing rather off to himself, looking at his phone. He looks as bored as you feel, so at least there's one person who'll understand your plight. Someone steps up to Ryan, talking and distracting him for a moment, so you take the opportunity  to escape, trotting over to the youngest member of the band.

"Hey, Vin," you sigh, tugging one of the metal chairs out from beneath the round table and sitting down in it with a flounce. You prop your chin on your hand, your painted eyes flicking up to his where he looks surprised. "Are you as bored as I am?"

"Uh," Vinny shifts a little, clicking the screen of his phone before looking at you. "I mean, it's a work party, so..."

"So it's supposed to be boring? Right. They couldn't even have some champagne or liquor to keep the poor unfortunate souls from losing interest," you complain, leaning back in your chair. You gesture at Vinny to join you at the table, and after a moment he does, albeit reluctantly; he knows you're Ryan's girlfriend, he's met you plenty of times, but he doesn't think he's ever had a conversation with you where it's just explicitly the two of you --- although he can't really think that, the entire room is packed with people.

"Most of the guys don't drink."

"Sure, but what about the rest of us?" You roll your eyes, shifting in your seat again. You want your boyfriend to agree to leave so you can go have some fun, even if the two of you only make it to the car. You can usually get Ryan to bend to your will, he's such a passive person, if not a perfectionist when it counts. You just get frustrated that he always wants to play by the rules, that he's not spontaneous.

You want to have some fun, make memories, and this is so not up to your standards! There's not even any games! No "pin the eyebrow on the lead singer," or "how many guitarists does it take to change a lightbulb." Just boring speeches by old white men and the occasional eyeball from the security who aren't checking you out but are more likely wondering what you're going to steal.

Come on, does it really look like there's room in this dress that you could hide something? It's pretty tight as it is, you doubt you could hide an award down the front. Someone would definitely question the bulge --- although these days, maybe not.

"Where's Ryan?"

"Over there talking to that short guy."

"Uh. Ricky?"

"Yeah," you frown, tapping your nails impatiently on the white tablecloth. Why is it always white? It stains so easily, you'd think they'd go for a different color. Red, considering the occasion, would have been a much better choice.

Hmm.

You wonder how you can seduce Ryan at his work party. Maybe flash him a little, cross your legs so he can catch a peek, something to motivate him to leave! Maybe he doesn't really like how you look tonight, what if he dislikes your dress, is that why he's not interested? If he didn't like your outfit he should have said so!

Hmph.

Wait... you suddenly have an idea!

You purse your lips before grabbing a napkin off the table, grabbing one of the pens from the cup in the middle you assume has a logical reason for being there. You scribble something on the napkin before folding it in half, abruptly offering it to Vinny from between your fingers. "Be a pal and give this to Ryan for me, would you?"

"Uh, you want me to give him a napkin?" Vinny blinks, reluctantly taking it.

"Yes. And unless you want your ears to turn red, don't read it either," You wink at him, amused as he immediately turns a bright shade of red as you rise from the table. You tug a little at the hem of your dress as it rides up, but you don't mind it short, you like showing off your legs. "Thanks, Vinny."

"Uh. No problem."

~~~~~~~~~~

Ryan can't believe he's doing this.

He can't believe you did that to Vinny! The poor kid looked incredibly uncomfortable as he shuffled up to Ryan, handing him a folded napkin like it was burning his flesh. He mumbled something your boyfriend couldn't hear before disappearing off into the crowd, and Ryan had flipped the napkin open curiously.

Meet you in you-know-who's office if you want to have a real party.

Considering there's only one person you dislike the most at the label company and you know where their office is, he knows exactly where you are. He sighs as he takes the elevator, leaning back on his heels as it slowly goes a few floors up. The doors ding, revealing a red-carpeted hallway, the walls lined with pictures of bands and performers, records and stars telling of their music.

He exhales heavily as he starts down them, seeing the door at the very end closed, the frosted glass hiding the interior. He glances around nervously, but everyone is downstairs, so he's not really worried that anyone will see him. He gives it a moment before he opens the door, nearly rolling his eyes.

"(Y/N)."

"Took you long enough," you sigh, sitting in his producers chair, your feet propped up on his desk as you twist one of his hats around in your delicate fingeres. "I've been in here for a few minutes, I almost thought you weren't coming."

"You really sent Vinny to be your messenger? He'll be scarred." Ryan chuckles, amused as he glances at your relaxed pose; man, his producer would have a heart attack if he saw either of you in here right now.

"Oh, it's good for him! Besides, I didn't write anything bad on the napkin, I just made him think I did," you chuckle, carelessly tossing the hat away. The office is dark, you hadn't bothered to turn on any lights, hadn't wanted any extra attention after all, but there's just enough light to see by thanks to what's filtering through the blinds. "And it worked, didn't it? No one will notice that we're gone."

"We have a speech in like twenty minutes."

"Guess we better make the most of our time then, hmm?" You drop your feet off the desk, quickly standing as he shuts the door firmly behind him, flicking the lock just in case. He would be mortified if someone walked in on the two of you, he'd never live it down.

You grin as you near him, your fingers curling in his collar as you force him to take a step back into the door, pleased that you have him all to yourself. He's just yours right now, you don't have to share his attention with anyone else. You take a moment to glance him over, from his dark hair to the button up shirt he wore tonight, admiring the handsome man who somehow decided dating you was a good idea. He looks so good, just like he always does.

You love the scent of his cologne, it's familiar and comforting. You like how his eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles at you, the deep rumble of his laugh when you catch him off guard with a smart comment. You adore this man, everything about him, from his kisses to his voice to his pretty eyes and his gorgeous... everything.

He's perfect.

Your eyes flick to his and you give him a coy smile, your talented fingers already working on the buttons of his shirt. Ryans hand rises to cup your cheek, tilting your chin gently so his lips can find yours and slow the pace. You feel so soft and warm against him, so eager for his touch, that he can't help but pull you closer, his tongue parting your lips to hungrily take control.

Ryan would never do this with anyone else, but there's a level of trust between the two of you he's never had before. He knows you're doing this for fun, to keep your love life interesting, not because you're going to blast social media about it later or tell all your friends. Everything he's ever told you has never gone anywhere else, and it makes caring about you all that much easier.

You giggle as he urges you to step back, only a few feet until you feel the producers desk against your thighs. You shift, easily lifting yourself up onto the rough surface, Ryan's lips still glued to yours as you both fight for dominance over the kiss --- he's always so quiet and laidback, no one would ever expect him to always want to be in control when in bed. You don't mind it of course, you like a man who knows what he wants.

Your thighs part as you tug him closer, already urging his shirt off his shoulders, cold fingers pulling impatiently on the black t remaining until you manage to wiggle it off of him as well. You can feel your tight dress ride up against your hips, your eyes roving the tattoos that decorate his skin --- you like them so much, they fit him perfectly, and god why is it guys are always so much hotter when they're inked?

Ryan's fingers slip up to your shoulders, tugging at the black straps there holding your dress up. You shrug them off, hearing rather than feeling him jerk on the zipper roughly, dragging it down your back and letting the cool air rush against your skin until you shiver. His lips are already on your throat, feathering kisses and nips across your sensitive neck as his hips push into yours, your thighs rising higher on his waist.

You hastily put one hand back to hold you up, biting your lip as your fingers curl into his thick black hair. You've never had sex on someone else's desk before, so this is going to be a nice experience. His fingers curl around your waist, gliding up to tug on the top of your dress, dragging it down until it's bunching at your hips. Your thighs tighten slightly against his torso, and you have no idea how turned on he is right now --- you're always so spontaneous, ready to get into some kind of trouble and drag him with you, but it's always worth it.

He sighs softly as your hips shift tantalizingly against his again, causing his jeans to grow increasingly uncomfortable. He wishes he had hours to kiss every inch of your skin, to show you how much he wants you with his lips, but there's just not the time --- he'll have to wait until he gets you back to your apartment. He pulls you tighter against him, making sure you can feel just exactly what you're doing to him, and you don't even have to try!

His fingers twitch at the thought of touching you, and he knows you're rubbing your chest against his enticingly, your fingers stroking through his black hair as he nibbles and kisses at your throat, just how he knows always gets you in the mood. He can tell by the way you're shifting you like it, the thin material of your panties all that's keeping him from your heat.

His fingers glide up your side, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they shamelessly cup your breast, giving a firm squeeze. You moan softly in his ear, your skin flushing just at the thought of what you're going to do to him.

When your mischevious eyes flick to his, his grip on you flexes, recognizing the gleam. You're in the mood to cause as much trouble for him as possible, and he doesn't have the mind to tell you no, either. So when you shift, urge him to take a step back so you can get to your feet, he lets you turn him around. His thighs press against the back of the desk as you drop to your knees, his eyes shamelessly focusing on the lovely pair of tits you have as you tug his jeans down his hips.

This is why he loves you.

Well, not this specifically, but the rest of you.

Okay, that's --- no, that's not what he means. He hasn't told you how he feels yet, and obviously, if he states it like that you'll blow him off and roll your eyes. He means he just... well, you're spontaneous where he's a stick in the mud, you make him want to be adventurous, get out of his comfort zone more often. He would never do something like this with someone else, he wouldn't have the guts.

You just... you just seem to bring out the best in him, and he doesn't want to live without your coy giggles or that look in your eye when you're about to start trouble. He's head over heels for you and he thinks he was from the very beginning. According to the guys, he's never looked at anyone like he does you, although he doesn't know what look they're talking about. He just knows you're the only woman in the world for him.

It's why ---- oh, fuck, that feels good.

Your fingers are curled around the base of his cock, your lips parted as you slowly begin to lick your way down his shaft. You're gazing up at him, and he knows you'd be smirking if you could. You pride yourself on your skills, and he's never once had any reason to doubt you, this is no exception.

"Fuck..." Ryan groans softly as your mouth envelopes his throbbing length, warm and wet and so very inviting. His tattooed fingers thoughtlessly tangle into your hair, curling through the soft locks as he tilts his head back slightly, eyes closing. His free hand curves against the edge of the desk, holding tight as you begin to work him over, your tongue grazing the underside of his cock, making its way all the way to his tip before starting again.

You like it when Ryan swears, it's how you know you're getting to him. He can be so uptight sometimes, but usually a good blowjob makes him putty, it's his weakness, you've learned. It's also how you get him to agree with you or convince him that you're right, he's very swayable when he's relaxed.

Your lips take more of his cock between them, hearing that deep rumble of pleasure start in his chest as your fingers curl around his thigh. You're sucking with just enough pressure, bobbing your head, his shaft pillowed by your hot, damp tongue that he thinks is made of magic. You hum softly when he groans again, pleased before you reluctantly pull back, not wanting to take it too far, after all. You still want your fun.

"Isn't this a lovely party?" you purr as your fingers lightly caress his shaft, your tongue flicking against his head teasingly. "We should come back next year."

"Mmm-hmm," Ryan doesn't care about the party at this point, Freddy Krueger could show up and terrorize everyone and he'd ignore the screams. His eyes are for you only, on the gleam of your painted lips, your eyes, that chest just demanding attention his fingers are itching to give.

He can't stand it.

His cock is throbbing, aching in your talented fingers are you caress and tease his head with your tongue, torturing him slowly. His brain has switched gears, he just wants you, on this desk, your thighs tight around his hips as you hold onto the table for dear life.

When he urges you to your feet, when his hands clasp your cheeks so he can kiss you, you don't argue. One of the things you adore about Ryan, is that he makes every moment count. From the first time you slept together to even now, you don't feel like it's just a fuck to him, it's... different, with him. The way he wants to kiss you, show you affection even when you're getting rough with each other, you like that. He has his own way about him that you're not sure you'll ever have with anyone else, and you're not sure you want too.

You've not been together too long of a time, but so far it's been your favorite relationship.

You can't help but smirk as you feel the desk behind you again, Ryan's lips eager on yours as his hands close around your hips, lifting you just enough to shift you onto the desk. Your thighs open for him, letting him return between them without hesitation as your tongue traces his. All you can smell is his cologne, feel the rough brush of his stubble against your jaw, the warmth of his arms as they close around you. He's holding you to him, taking just a minute to kiss you, not rushing to the finish line like everyone else.

Another reason you're a little concerned you're going to fall for this guy.

You shift where you sit, feeling his warm hands coast up your bare thighs, urging your dress around your waist and out of his way. Your fingers curl instinctively at the corner of the desk as he works the thin material keeping him from having his way with you off, and you lift your legs just enough to let it disappear into the floor --- you hope you don't forget those in his producer's office.

"Ryan," you sigh impatiently as you tug on his hips, urging him higher between your thighs. Your hand cups his cock as you feather kisses down his jaw, hearing his intake of breath. You're not sure how long you've been gone from the party, but you figure you better speed this along before someone starts missing the rockstar.

You lean back, letting your elbow bend to better hold your weight, Ryan's lean frame over yours. He takes only a brief moment to nuzzle your breasts before you feel the head of his cock at your heat. He strokes your damp folds with his length, bumping your clit teasingly as his tongue languidly circles your breast. Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you watch him, squirming against his teasing cock.

"Ryan," you whine. You need to move this along, despite the fact you're enjoying yourself. The attention to your chest feels good, he always has a tendency to kiss and suck and lick and just generally give your tits plenty of the appreciation they deserve, but you feel like you deserve the whole package right now too! You're impatient for his cock.

You feel him smile against your heated skin, and you groan as he suddenly pushes his hips forward, easing the head of his throbbing cock inside of you. Your head falls back in pleasure as he slowly enters you, thighs widening to accommodate.

Ryan exhales heavily as your heat closes around him, hugging and squeezing every ridge of his hardness as he pushes deeper. His eyes are on your face, admiring the gleam on your parted lips as your hips meet, bringing the two of you as close as you could possibly be. His arms lips beneath your lower back, pulling you flush against him, hearing your light gasp with satisfaction. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as your arms curve around his neck, and you moan as he begins moving, thrusting inside of you forcefully enough to move the desk.

You can't help but kiss his neck, his jaw, his lips --- whatever you can reach. You can feel his muscles beneath your fingertips as they draw down his back, clasping his hips and urging him to fuck you as hard as he can. You love it when he does, when he just bends you over and you fuck the daylights out of each other --- the back of the sofa, on the kitchen counter, there was one time at band camp...

"Fuck, you feel amazing," you breathe, feeling a rush of heat throughout your body. Your knuckles are almost white where they grip the shaking desk, absently hearing items start to roll-off or clatter to the floor --- well that sounded like it broke.

You hook one leg tight against his lower back, spreading the other further apart. You shudder as his angle changes slightly, his cock easily gliding between your wet folds; he groans when you wiggle your hips, when you squeeze his length and murmur hotly in his ear what you're going to do to him the moment you two get home --- you have a feeling you'll be leaving the party early after this.

Ryan is going to have a heart attack, he just knows it. His heart races as he listens to your whispers and taunts, your fingers stroking down his damp skin. Fucking you on a desk in his boss' office, your dress tangled at your waist, displaying your delectable body --- he didn't realize it was on his bucket list until now.  Your tits bounce with every hard thrust, and he can tell you're trying not to be loud, considering the environment, but there's no one on this floor, everyone's downstairs, and --- he wants you loud.

"Ungh, fuck, Ryan!"

There you go.

He smirks as he grinds his hips into yours, forcing you hard against the desk as his fingers suddenly pinch your clit. He feels you jerk beneath him, thighs squeezing hard around his waist as you tense abruptly. There's a rush of electricity through your veins so abrupt you're caught off guard, your skin flushing as you bury your face against his neck helplessly.

You're soaking his cock at this point, that felt so good. You love it when he's rough, when he takes control, when he doesn't ask but just does. He knows what your limits are, how much you can take, and you welcome the surprise when he's ready to take control. You don't mind being the instigator of course, but...

"I love your cock," you whimper as his hips buck harder into yours, clenching your fingers so tightly they start to ache against the smooth wood below you. He's holding you so tightly against it him you might as well be in his lap, his hands cupping your ass and squeezing. He can feel you shudder in his arms, you're panting, one hand clinging to him as your head tilts back once more.

He can tell you're on the verge of cumming, you're squeezing him, pressing your lips hard against his shoulder. He nudges you, urging you to lie back against the desk, knowing your arm is shaking with trying to hold yourself up at this angle.

He tugs you roughly to the edge of the desk, bracing his arms on either side of you as he kisses you, his fingers caressing up your trembling thighs as his cock enters you over and over. There's a roaring in his ears as you fuck, he can barely hear your panting breaths, the sounds of your body meeting, the shaking, and the jingling of what remained of the items on the desk.

Your fingers dig into his bare sides, pulling him hard against you where he leans over you. Your nails skim his flesh as you kiss him, your tongue parting his lips and desperately finding his own. He's cupping your breast, pinching and rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingers while your cling to him. There's a deep throbbing inside of you, on the cusp of taking over, of throwing you into the chaotic pleasure you crave. The harder he thrusts inside of you, the better it feels, and you find your back arching off the desk as he finds your swollen clit, your body going rigid beneath his.

Ryan's thrusts are relentless, even when your back arches and you threaten to cum on his producer's desk. He loves the sharp feel of your nails digging into his skin, the sheen of sweat on your chest he can just barely see in the darkness of the room. His arm thoughtlessly sweeps to the side as he moves a stack of papers out of his way, barely hearing them scatter to the floor so he can have more room.

Why is that so hot?

Your body clenches around his, hugging tight to his heavenly cock. The desk is wanting to creak beneath the two of you, and you're so tense, on the edge, on the precipice of pleasure --- you just need a push, a nudge, a bump ---!

The closer you draw to your own pleasure, the closer Ryan is getting to his. He lets his eyes close for a brief moment, enjoying the feel of your bodies together. Being with you feels so good, so right, he never wants to not be with you. Sometimes he finds it hard to believe that you enjoy being with him so much, but when you're together like this, even after a fight --- there's nowhere else he'd rather be.

Your fingers slip to the nape of his neck, caressing through his dark hair and causing him to shudder. He has no idea how much fun you have with him, when you can get him out of his comfort zone, that is. This is probably one of your best ideas to date, plus you're also riding high on the mess you've made of this desk and its contents --- you're going to have to start doing this more often.

"We should," Ryan agrees with a rasp, and you realize you must have said that out loud. You give a breathless laugh that ends on a moan, your nails abruptly digging into him as he finally gives you that nudge you'd been dying for. His lips find yours, stifling your moan of pleasure as you cum beneath him, that heat inside of you finally exploding into fireworks that take over.

Ryan rides it out with you, unable to hold back a moment longer. He presses his forehead against yours with a gasp, his fingers clenching against the desk as he groans and shudders.

Fuck.

Best Christmas party ever.

"I don't think I mind coming to work events anymore," you manage after a moment, brushing errant strands of hair out of your eyes as they slowly find his. You're still gently caressing the nape of his neck, and it's such a soothing, comforting feeling. He presses a kiss against your neck before lifting up, arching a black brow.

"I thought you hated them."

"You made me change my mind," you give him a half-smile, content. If it wasn't for the fact that a desk isn't comfortable to lay on, you'd never want to move! You wish the two of you could stay in this moment forever, just enjoy yourselves, well, more.

Just wait till you get him home.

~~~~~~~

You hastily smooth your dress down your thighs as the two of you leave the elevator heading for the party, realizing that you're nearly late for his so important speech. You make sure that your hair is back into place after the mess he made out of it, your dress is zipped, and you think you're good! He looks fine of course, except his hair is a little messy, but you like the look on him so you're not going to mention it.

You smile warmly at him as his fingers curl through yours, squeezing. You lean into him as you both make it to the hallway where you can see the Christmas party in full swing, everyone pretending to have a good time. You know you're definitely not as bored as you were earlier, that's for sure.

"I don't think we missed your speech," you murmur as you stop in the door, seeing the makeshift stage is still empty and it doesn't look like anyone's buzzing around waiting for some grand announcement.

"Oh good," Ryan looks relieved. "Chris won't murder me then for skipping out."

"Mmmhmm," you smooth at the collar of his shirt absently, your eyes flicking up. "Oh, look."

Ryan glances up, noticing the mistletoe hanging above his head. "Haven't you had enough of me, already?"

"Oh, I could never have too much of you," you chuckle, tugging on the front of his t shirt and drawing him to you. You grin up at him, glad that you're wearing heels as you look at him expectantly for a kiss. "You wouldn't tell me no, would you?"

"No."

"Ryan."

He chuckles, and his fingers rise, tilting your chin a little more before he kisses you. You lean into him, tightening your grip on his shirt as you deepen the kiss, absently listening to the chatter of the crowd and the vague sound of Christmas music. It's such a perfect moment, kissing your boyfriend beneath the twinkling lights, the soft music, the warm smell of cookies and his cologne.

You couldn't wish for a better Christmas.

Also wait.

You were wearing panties earlier, weren't you?

[dracomalfoyswifey]

Idea inspired by @happys-crazy-queen22

Ryan: *stands in front of the mirror and sighs to himself frowning at his hairy chest and stomach that isn’t showing a 6 pack*

Y/N: Ryan, what’s wrong? Why are you looking at yourself like that? *hugs him from behind kissing his shoulder*

Ryan: Do you like my body? *looks at you through the mirror with a sigh*

Y/N: Of course I like your body. I love it. I love your hairy chest and stomach baby. You’re incredibly sexy. There’s nothing I would change about you.

Ryan: *smiles lovingly as he turns around and holds your beautiful face in the palm of his large manly tattooed hands* I love you so fucking much. I’m so lucky to call you mine.

[0ri0nmvns0n]

Requests are open!

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I’m here for all of you, and I know exactly how scary the thought of coming out to your family (immediate or extended) can be.

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[mayans-mc]

Rules: 10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags. Start a new post and list 10 characters from 10 different fandoms!

I was tagged by @dazzledamazon​, ty! 💙

Tagging: @northerncountryprincess​ @whyisgmora​ @happys-crazy-queen22​ @nerdherewhat​ @samcrobae​ @angels-reyes​ @imaginingmultifandom​ @carlaangel86​ @leaalfred​ @robbosugdens​. Actually, if you see this, consider yourself tagged, I’d love to get to know all of you better (No pressure though!)

1. Mayans MC: Angel

2. Sons of Anarchy: Happy

The rest under the cut to spare your dash. 😜   

3. Star Trek Picard: Agnes

4. The Terror, Season 1: Hickey

5. Élite: Ander

6. Druck: David

7. Sharp Objects: Camille

8. And Then There Were None: Vera

9. The Office US: Kelly

10. Law & Order SVU: Sonny

[hcwthewestwaswcn]

Closed rp

Stella was the youngest of the dutton children, but she was also the most fiery one of the bunch out of her brothers and sister but she had caught the eye of the boy her father had taken in at 13 but she was skittish and timid around him. Stella was standing on the porch, having come back as she sees her daddy sitting in the chair as she held a cup of coffee and handed him the extra one as she sighed "morning daddy, what do i have to do today. Because i can run to the store if we need more feed" She says, always remaining loyal to her father and the ranch @happys-crazy-queen22

[theoneandonlykymberlee]

I literally have like... a few favorite writers on here and i just wanted to let them know I appreciate them. I love you guys. @alilpunkrock @shhh-no-ones-home @happys-crazy-queen22 and @chriscrosscerulli

There are more that I can’t remember but I genuinely appreciate you guys and your writing. I just wanted to let y’all know. ♥️♥️♥️

Also. Anybody that writes for Ryan immediately has my heart and soul because I love that man.

[idorkish]

Fly Away - Chapter 6

A/N - Hints of smut, some angst, smoking. Tried something different with POV. Sorry for how late this was posted LOL If your name is struck out, it means that I could not tag you in this. 

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Angel’s POV-----------

The universe always seems to know what you want the most and dangle it in front of your face before cruelly snatching it away. It is a sadistic entity that thoroughly enjoys snatching away hopes of happiness from you. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m just paying for all the bad done in my and my father’s life so far. Or maybe I’m just being melodramatic because it’s been over three months since I last got laid. Our last gig was also about three months ago, I wonder if there’s any correlation. 

Coming back from the gig, everything seemed to be going well. I was legit happy. I heard more and more from Precious and she brought little Tiki to come up and see me a couple of times. There were no lockdowns that forced me to miss class and work. I was making decent tips at the coffee shop from all the old grandma and grandpa regulars. I got to see Herman a few times, away from the prying eyes of the club. It. was. Fantastic. Until it wasn’t. 

I should have seen it coming. 

I learned that Happy was finally putting his Nomad streak to rest, in favor of coming to Tacoma. Bambi was a little hellion back in Charming, giving Jax and Opie a run for their money. I swear, she’s gonna whip that club into shape one day. This should have made me ecstatic, and for a brief moment of time, it did. 

I don’t know what I thought, I knew Herman and I weren’t serious. There would be no “happily ever after” or riding off into the sunset. He’s a Son and I’m the daughter of a Son. There is no mixing of the two. I at least thought we’d keep on good terms. I was not expecting such a cold shoulder from the man anytime we were in the same room. 

I didn’t think much of it at first. I hadn’t been to the clubhouse in a while and felt like I was ignoring everyone. Granted, I had reached out to SAMCRO multiple times, hoping to get some updates on how everyone was doing. All I was met with was vague responses. SAMTAC was no better. 

 Herman and Happy had become inseparable. Part of me wondered if he was back to his old ways or if Herman was using Happy’s presence as a way to keep away from me. The gig had been our first and last time together. I couldn’t help but take this personally, how else was I supposed to take it? 

 I decided it was time to visit the clubhouse once again. I figured it would be nice to take them all some treats from the shop, as well as some actual good coffee. Johnny had said he would tag along but it felt like I needed to see them on my own. I didn’t realize that they were having a party and for the first time in my life around this club, I felt like an outsider. I found Lorca and made my way towards him, handing off the sweets and coffee. I knew it was unwise, he was going to eat all of it before anyone else, but what the hell. Darla was busy making her way through the crowd and entertaining everyone and no one seemed to notice that I was there. 

“What’s all this?”

I had barely taken my eye off Lorca so when I turned back to see the crumbs covering his mouth and chin, I couldn’t help but break out in laughter. He attempted to wipe it with his arm, but it only made things worse as the icing spread across his face and beard more. 

“Patch party. Prospect got voted in the other day so, well, what ya see here! I thought Kozik told you about it? He told us you were busy working or some shit.”

For a brief moment, I was stunned but I turned to Lorca and smiled, “That’s right! I got off early tonight. Forgot all about this! Let me make my rounds!”

I felt like I couldn’t get away from him fast enough. I’m not sure how I was able to do it but I went almost unavoided for an hour after getting there. Staying at the bar, I nursed my beer and watched the scene before me. 

Darla was still making her way around, constantly getting pulled around by different members to talk to her. Lorca was off to the other side of the bar, still eating the treats and drinking the coffee. The rest of the men were scattered around the clubhouse with random croweaters swarming around them. The no-longer Prospect was in the middle of the largest group, laughing loudly as he told an animated story. Staring from the bar, it was such an interesting sight to me. I had grown up with this and the sights, smells, and noises made me feel like I was home. But there was still a feeling like being an outsider. I know I will never be fully part of the lifestyle, and I have been ok with this for as long as I can remember. 

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The door to the clubhouse opened and two laughing figures made their way through. Angel turned her eyes and watched as two men came through, their arms wrapped around women in short-shorts and barely-there-tops. Angel took a long swig of her beer as she realized that it was Happy and Herman making their way inside. The girl wrapped in Herman’s arms turned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down. Angel clenched the bottle and she watched him lower his head to this other woman. It told her exactly what she needed to know. 

Angel finished up her beer and made her way toward Darla. “Momma D!” She called out. 

The older woman turned her head and smiled wide. “My sweet baby girl, when did you get here?” 

She waved her hands for Angel to come closer and then wrapped her arms tightly around her. “I wasn’t expecting you! I thought you were working tonight?”

Angel shrugged and gave the older woman a smile. “I got here not too long ago. There was a change in my schedule so I brought some treats and coffee but Lorca got to me first.”

Darla laughed but never let her arms fall from Angel’s waist. Instead, she ushered Angel around with her, making sure to stop by the various broken off groups to chat before making their way to the next. 

It wasn’t long before Angel forgot the brief moments of hurt. She was finally having a good time reconnecting with the men and women she counted as family. Angel was sitting on a stool near the pool table, joking with those playing. An arm wrapped around her shoulder and Angel briefly froze. 

“Staying away from me kiddo?” The gruff voice let Angel relax as she smiled and leaned against the slim body next to her. 

“Heya Uncle Hap.  Course I’m not! I’ve been here while you’ve been fooling around with them crows.” Her voice was teasing and caused Happy to chuckle as he squeezed her shoulder. 

Angel felt content to lean against Happy as everyone made their way over to talk to Happy.. She felt so content she didn’t realize eyes glancing her way. In her gut, she knew who it was consistently looking her way, but being with the closest thing to home was enough for Angel not to care for the moment. It helped that Happy kept his arm slung around her shoulder and kept her close. Angel knew it would be weird for a lot of them to see Happy showing as much affection as he was, but the more veteran club members understood - SAMCRO was more than a club, it was a family. Happy had watched Angel grow, he was also the only connection to Bambi and the others at this moment. 

The No-longer-a-prospect came over and Angel did her best to stop the roll of her eyes. The last time she had seen him, he was trying so hard to get into her pants and Kozik and made him go away. “Happy! Nice to see you again man. Who’s your friend here?”

Angel turned and stared up at the man, “Not interested and off-limits. I’m gonna go see if Darla needs help, Hap.” 

She left as quickly as she could and made her way towards the clubhouse kitchen. It would be the only place that no one would be in and she would be able to breath for a moment. Pushing open the door, the last thing Angel expected to see was Herman leaning back against the counter, his eyes closed and head thrown back and his hands guided a kneeling brunette’s head back and forth on his cock. Angel watched for a moment, shocked, before muttering a quick ‘sorry’ and heading back to the main room and continuing out the front door. 

The cool air was a nice relief for Angel. She leaned back against the hood of her car and fished out a smoke. She normally wasn’t one to smoke but it was becoming more of a common habit that she wasn’t fond of. Pulling a drag of nicotine calmed her frazzled nerves. Logically, she knew she shouldn’t be mad. They hooked up a couple times, they weren’t anything else. But she couldn’t help it, she was pissed. She was also horny as hell, which made her even more pissed off. There was something about watching him be pleasured that did something to her. She didn’t have long to keep thinking about it as she watched Happy walk her way. 

“Since when do you smoke?” 

Angel couldn’t help but laugh at the face he was making. It had been a while since she had really seen anyone, she had forgotten they didn’t know of the habit. “Eh, the diner gets me stressed. Still kinda a new habit. Don’t look so shocked. Y'all smoked all the time. You should be more surprised that it’s taken me this long.”

Happy shrugged and took the cig from her hand, taking a long drag for himself. “Still weird. Keep forgetting how grown you got while away. What happened there?” 

Angel tilted her head and cocked her brow. She wanted to be nonchalant and try to keep the real reason to herself. “Saw things I wish I hadn’t. I keep forgetting how nasty y’all start getting and don’t care about a thing called privacy when in the clubhouse.”

Happy just laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and placing a kiss to her temple before handing back the cigarette. “Let me know if douche bothers you again. Member or not, you’re off limits. He knows better. Plus they all know you got someone. When do I get to meet this “Johnny”?”

Angel only laughed and leaned further into Happy’s arms. “I love you Hap.”

The man chuckled and held her tighter as they stayed outside smoking their cigarettes, both blissfully unaware of being watched.