#i just. gotta finish my work by the time the release drops then. yeah. mmm. that’s what i’m gonna do. 3 hours 2 workstations tanking lesgooo

[deus-ex-mona]

heroine of all time so trueeeeeeeee

[sp00ky-arts]

You Take My Breath Away

I can’t believe I’m doing this *hides face* Okay so I wrote this some time ago but never got to posting it because I thought it was trash (though I draw mostly anyway.) I was having Bo feels and needed to let them out so I wrote this for the heck of it. So enjoy this crappy smut story.

Synopsis: Basically you patch up Bo after a victim gets difficult and things get heated

(Sorry if Bo is a little out of character I changed him a bit)

You were making your way up to the gas station to see what Bo was up to. You tended to stay away from their work, as they didn’t want you getting mixed up in the mess, but it was okay because you preferred it that way. A few months back you were actually a victim yourself. However, miraculously things changed and were spared, you became part of this little family. They very rarely used you as a distraction like I said before but sometimes it came in handy having a girl around. The guys seemed to warm up to you pretty quickly. Lester warmed up to you instantly when he first spoke to you the first time, Vincent took a liking to you as well, him being a brother figure to you. Bo was a little bit harder at first but eventually he came around, sharing a bond quickly. But truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on the bastard mechanic man. It was insane to have a crush on someone who was about to literally kill you, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about the blue eyed man. So you simply buried those feeling and moved on.      

 Upon arriving at the gas station you here clattering noises and you froze. ‘Was he dealing with a victim?’ You though to yourself. Maybe you should come back later. But hearing Bo yelp out, your curiosity peeked further. Walking slowly down the basement were the noises became louder. Your heart beating at the possibilities that could be going on right now. Reaching the bottom of the stair your eyes widened at what you saw. Bo was indeed dealing with a victim that got loose. His nose seemed to be bleeding, and judging from the bruises that were forming he’s taken a few blows as well. Part of you should you feel relief that he was getting a taste of his own medicine, but another part you wanted to jump into his defence. After all, you had no one to go home to really. Home life was a struggle to begin with, and on top of that you found out your boyfriend had been cheating on you with your now ex-best friend so there was that. Really nothing to go back to. Here, you oddly felt at home, relaxed and at peace. Back home it was just pure and utter chaos. Seeing a lone crow bar strewn on the floor among all the ruckus, you pick it up, a firm grip as you tiptoed behind the man who was currently taunting Bo with a knife. His eyes flicked to you quickly before looking back at the man and feigning a look of defeat.

 “Well, l-looks like…. you got me fair n’ s-square, man. You win.” He said in between breaths to make it seem more believable.

 “That’s right, motherfucker, you’re gonna rot in hell when I-” You struck the man at the back of his head cutting him off. The sickening crack could be heard before he slumped to the floor knocked out.

 “Fuckin’ prick. Help me get him upstairs, Vincent’s on his way.” He stood up, a groan of pain escaped his lips as he stood up from his crouched position. You did as told, dropping the crow bar and grabbing the other side of the man that was still unconscious. You made it upstairs and sure enough Vincent was already there waiting. He tossed him in the back of the truck and with a wave he drove the man back to the house to finish with him. You look back at Bo as you heard him making groaning sounds again.

 “You okay?” You ask, frown on your face.

“Yeah, it’s just, the fuckin’ dick can really pack a punch. Shit…”  He hisses in pain.

 “Let me get the first aid kit.” You say and walk back into the gas station with Bo in tow.

 “Where is the first aid kid?” You asked as you couldn’t seem to find it on the upper level.

 “Downstairs.” He pointed back downstairs. You drag him by the hand and brought him back downstairs before telling him to sit in the chair.

 “it’s okay, darlin, you don’t have to.” Bo spoke up. The nickname made you heat up. You’ve heard it so many times and yet it still caused butterflies to rise in your stomach.

 “I know, but I just want to help, besides some of those could get infected.” You gestures to some of the cuts on his face. He chuckled and let you do your thing.

 “Always keen on helpin’ out, don’t ya, sweetheart.” He muttered mostly to himself. You bring over the first aid kit and trying to get to his height as best you can. Trying not to cringe at the bruise that was blooming on his cheek as well as cuts.

 “Now, you gotta ice the bruises because those look nasty, but I can put a little Polysporin on the cuts.” (I googled it, you can put polysporin on cuts, scrapes, and burns.) You took a bit of the cream on your finger and gently dabbed it on his open cuts. Bo was so focused on you as you tended to his wounds, your face burning as he was watching your every move. You tried ignoring it and focused on your task at hand but it was getting difficult, you could feel his minty breath on you, lips practically beckoning you for a kiss. You should stop before you start creating scenarios in your head.

 “Okay and done. It’s not the best but it’s what I can do for now, hopefully it helps, just gotta ice those bruises…actually I think we-” You started to say but Bo pulled you back into him. You were practically on top of him, you were sure if you moved at the right angle your lips would touch. Your gaze locked at his lips before looking up at his eyes.

 “Bo?” You ask, quirking your brow up at him. He stares at your lips and bites his before he meets your eyes. He starts leaning in and your heart starts thumping in your chest. ‘Holy shit, is this about to happen right now?’ you think to yourself. He was so close that if you nudged forward in the slightest you’d be kissing.

 “Tell me to stop and I will.” He muttered lowly. Before you had time to comprehend what he said, he quickly shut his eyes and placed his lips atop yours. You were practically stone in your position as Bo proceeded to kiss you. Crap, it was happening. Your eyes slowly closed and gently kissed back, the taste of copper stimulated your senses. Hands placed on his shoulders gently, as you didn’t really know where else to put them, kissing him with a lot more passion and vigor. He licked your bottom lip asking for entrance. Your eyes widened at and pulled away, gasping for breath.

 “What happened?” Bo asked, searching your face.

 “D-Do you think, we’re moving too fast?” You asking biting your lip.

 “You wanna stop?” He asked back. He got you there. It honestly felt good but you weren’t sure if this was moving too quickly, still you shook your head no. He smirked at that.

 “Then where were we?”

 “I think we were here.” You reply with a smirk of your own. Crawling up until you straddled his lap and re-connecting your mouths once again. It soon became a dance of tongues and hands exploring as you melted into each other. Before you knew you were both stripped out of your clothes aside from your bra and panties and his boxer briefs.

 “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Bo mumbled against your neck, pepper soft kisses on the supple skin. You leaned back to give him more access.

 “Nnghhh..B-Bo…” You moan out. His hands traveled down your back, stopping at the clasp to your bra where he quickly undid it with no problem. He tossed the material across the room and looked at your now revealing chest. He trailed down to where he was facing your chest, sucking a taut nipple into his mouth. He lashed his tongue over the nub as you gripped onto his hair.

 “Jesus, Bo, s-slow down…” You moan. You didn’t expect that this would happen, but man was this better than your imagination.

“Sorry, Doll, just can’t control myself.”  He says switching to the other. As much as you like this foreplay that was going on, you just wanted him inside of you already.

 “B-Bo, can you..ahhhh,, c-can you please put it in.” You bite your lip.

 “Can’t wait can you? That’s alright neither can I, wanted to tear into you for quite some time now, babygirl.” Bo rasps. He takes off his undergarments along with your, leaving you both completely naked.

 “I wanna ride you.” You say, cheeks heated.  

 “Go ahead, Darlin’, it’s all yours.” You bite your lip as you align yourself with his member.

 “Can’t wait to tear into this cunt.” He utters to himself. You sink onto him as he held himself for you. You both groan at the feeling, you for feeling full, and him because the tightness and warmth your cunt is doing to him.

 “Holy shit, Bo…” You toss your head back as you begin slow movements, up and down slowly. However, this just wouldn’t do, you needed more. You speed up your movements and set a good pace.

 “Shit…now ya sure you’ve never done this, Darlin’? He asked. You slap his chest and playfully roll your eyes at his comment.

 “Hey, I’m kidding, I’m kidding..fuck.”

 “Ohh sorry, did I hurt you?” You say in worry.

 “Nah, I’m fine.”  You continue your ministrations. You couldn’t believe you were already feeling like you were gonna finish.

 “B-Bo, I-I think I’m gonna….” You moan out. Bo’s hand darts to your clit and starts rubbing quick circles on it as as he fucks in to you harder, you felt your walls start to flutter

“That’s it, do it.” He instructs. You came with a moan and a shout of his name and that was enough to send Bo over the edge to his release.

 “Shit, baby…” He groans and clenches his eyes shut.  You slump against him out of breath as he holds your still shaking body against his.

 “Bo?” You look up at him, eyes searching into his blue hues.

 “Mmm?” He hums while stroking your hair and staring back at you.

 “You know I care about you.” You say.

 “I know ya do, darlin’ He replies tucking hair behind your ear and kissing you softly.  

   If for some reason you want to see more let me know.

[generallybarzy]

the queen + her good boy. ---m.barzal

inspo: kings & queens, ava max… “you might think I’m weak without a sword, but if i had one it’d be bigger than yours” ……… that’s so hot….

an: here’s that smutty fic that turned out being a loooooot more than a blurb, oops. I literally can’t stop thinking about this cincept and I definitely think its something Mat’d be into. A lot of people see him as a sub and a lot see him as a dom, and I’m pretty much on the “he’s a soft dom”/switch side but now I appreciate both so…. this fic is the outcome. im so so proud of this, i think i used realllllly good descriptions and its really hot but i also don’t like bragging so please tell me if you like it cause i speedwrote this in like 2 days. praise me like the reader praises maty. Reminder that all you girls are 👑queens👑 and you better make any guys treat you as such. Only reciprocate and make him feel like a king if he deserves it 💕.

warning: smut.

word count: 4.3k

The first time you said it, it surprised him.

You weren't unhappy with your sex life in any way. You weren't bored, you weren't looking for a change, you weren't trying to make it more exciting. You were content. It was beautiful, you both gave and received, it was an even back and forth, and you had plenty of different "modes". You communicated and had little important talks about sex, you made it the best it could be. You weren't stuck in a sexual rut, in fact, you couldn't be happier with where you were. Something just felt so right about those words.

The first time you said it, Mat's mouth was between your thighs.

You were spread out on the couch, legs on Mat's shoulders and hands tangled in his hair as he knelt on the floor between your thighs and lapped away at your heat. It felt so good, so fucking perfect that you couldn't control yourself. You were yanking on his dark locks, tugging his face closer, spurred on by the wet noises of his mouth, his chin, his nose all up against your pussy, eating to his heart’s content, his nose bumping against your clit and making your legs squeeze around his head. You felt so in control, being able to push and pull him any way you want, and Mat felt so at your will, letting you guide him and tell him what you wanted most.

And when those two words slipped out in the heat of the moment, Mat realized just how much he loved the position he was in.

"Ohhh, good boy."

The sound that escaped his throat was like a moan, a whine almost, as his pretty eyes shot up to look at you, at the way your chest was rising and falling with each heavy breath, at the way you were looking down at him, a fire in your eyes.

His eyes wide, his jaw slack and his face shiny with your slick as he leaned back from your cunt to gaze up at you, the dumbstruck expression making his pleasure evident.

“Oh, damn.”

“You like that, Maty?” You bit your lip, watching the way his hand moved down to the stirring in his pants and loving the way you affected him. “You like it when I call you that, baby?”

“Hell, yes.” He shuffled around on the floor, tugging his tight jeans down his thighs and pushing them aside to ease the pressure on his straining cock. “Say it again.”

“Only if you get back to your job.”  And with that, you tugged him closer until his mouth reconnected with your clit. “Right there…” He went to work, sucking and kissing and bringing his fingers up to dip at your entrance, pushing and pulling you in all the ways he knew you loved. “Oh yeah, Maty. Just like that.” You stroked his hair, gentler than before, curling your fingers through the fluffy locks and dragging your nails over his scalp just how you knew it comforted him. “You’re so good to me... Always treating me so nicely, making me cum so good. You’re my good boy, aren’t you, baby?”

He moaned again, vibrating against your warmth. “Mhmm. Yeah, princess.”

Your eyes fell shut momentarily, satisfied, and savoring the feeling before an idea struck you. “No,” You pulled his hair and forced his gaze up to you. You “Oh, no, baby, I’m the queen now.”

“Fuck. Fuck yes you are.”

"You like this? You like being so submissive for me?"

"Holy shit." Mat’s hand fell to his cock for a few helpless strokes. "Yes. Fuck yes."

“Now,” You put your foot on the back of Mat’s head and pulled him in again, tired of all the banter and just wanting your release. “Are you gonna be a good boy and make your queen cum?”

“Yes, queen.”

And he got to work.

It didn’t take long after that, and when you were finally spent and panting and Mat had emptied himself all over his own hand, you pulled him up onto the couch with you. His knees were red and lightly carpet burnt from kneeling before you for so long, but you both knew it was just reciprocation for all the times you had bruised your own knees for him. Your fingers stayed knotted securely in his hair, right where they belonged, the two of you curled together on the couch and he kissed at your neck as your breathing steadied down to a normal pace. “Maty…”

“Hmm?”

You touched his cheeks and lifted his face from your neck to get a good look at him. His cheeks were pink, his eyes averted and soft, and the smile on his face was haloed with your stickiness. Baby’s a messy eater… “Maty, I didn’t know you were into that.”

“I didn’t know either.”

“It’s so hot.”

“Mhmm.”

You leaned in to kiss him, still tasting yourself on his tongue. “I’m glad you admitted how much you liked it. A lot of guys wouldn’t be comfortable saying that, I don’t think.”

“I just like hearing that I make you feel good.”

“You do. So good.”

He sighed against your skin and grinned. “You think this is gonna become a regular thing now?”

"I don't know. I like you being in charge." Mat hummed in response and went back to kissing your neck. "But I like this too. I like calling you a good boy. Cause you are."

"Mmm."

"I like both equally."

"Me too." Mat's lips found your own again, more chaste and sweet this time. "We can do both."

The next time it happened, you planned it out.

There had been a long, tiring game that night, and even after they finally won, Mat still didn’t feel like celebrating. The score had been much to close all night, and when Mat finally got home, all he wanted to do was finally sit down and rest and indulge in his girl.

His queen.

“Hey, pretty baby.” You greeted him with a kiss and led him to the bedroom, dropping your robe to reveal your pretty lingerie set, working him out of his tie and suit jacket as he stared in awe. No words needed to be spoken. It was a common occurrence after tough games for you to take good care of him, he knew what he needed to do, even without your soft words. “Lay down for me, baby. Be a good boy.”

He whined at the words, flopping down on the bed and knowing exactly what was coming.

“C’mon, baby.” You worked him out of his dress pants and shirt, kissing up his thighs and up his abdomen and chest and his neck until you were nibbling at his jawline. “You gonna behave for me tonight, Maty?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, what?”

He moaned.

"C'mon, baby."

“Yes, my queen.”

A hand came up to his hair and his eyes went wide, watching, waiting for your commands. “Good boy. I know you will.” You straddled his now-naked thighs and leaned into his ear, nibbling gently. “ First I need you to get that pretty cock of yours hard for me. Can you do that?”

He whimpered helplessly, grinding himself up against you, only half hard.

“Yeah, I think you can do it.” You took him in your hand, playing with the weight and stroking in just the way you knew he loved. The way you knew would get him hard. He was practically throbbing, aching for need already, and you could feel him grow harder with each passing moment. It was a tender moment, sitting there together in warm silence, listening to Mat’s breaths, and feeling his growing desire for you, just sharing that moment of intimacy.  “Maty?”

“Hm?” His eyes opened, gazing up at you in awe.

“You want me to take care of you, baby?"

"Yes, please."

"You gotta earn it first, you know that, right? You gotta deserve it. Wanna eat me out? Make me cum first? Earn your orgasm?”

“Yes, yes!” He was eager to respond, nodding his head quickly and shaking around his hair. “Fuck, I promise I’ll make you cum so good-” he was moving to sit up, so you placed a hand right on his chest and gently pushed him back.

“No, baby, stay here. Lie back and be comfy.” You brushed the hair away from his forehead and crawled up his body, watching his jaw drop as he realized what you meant. Your eyes went cautious for a moment, silently asking if this is alright, but he just opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue for you to sit yourself down onto while you steadied yourself with his hair.

Your throne.

“Go ahead baby, do what you do best.”

And he went right on ahead, his tongue lapping at your aching hole, his hands coming up to hold your thighs in place, his nose pressing against your clit, always eager to please his queen, always eager to show you just how good he was, to remind you just how much he worshipped you. You ground your hips down onto his face, a spark of pleasure erupting from the way his nose hit your sensitive clit, and you reached down to tug on his hair, tilting his face up perfectly against your pussy. “Yes, baby. Like that.”

He groaned from beneath you, unable to form coherent noises, settling for groans and whines that sent vibrations straight through your core. The peaks and dips of his face felt so euphoric between your thighs, you wanted to explore and memorize the terrain, and the way your soft skin slid over the scratchy scruff on his cheeks had your legs trembling. If it weren't for your grip in his dark waves, you would have fallen over.

It wasn’t long before his skilled mouth had you shaking, reaching your limit. You leaned back to let him breathe before you could finish, and caught a glimpse of him beneath you, his eyes dark and wide, his tongue swiping over his lips and cleaning himself of your slick. He wasn’t doing a good job, though, as he was stickied and wet from his chin to his nose, his cheeks red and lips swollen from all the work he’d been doing. Messy baby.

“Well,” You ran your fingers across his forehead, pushing dark curls away from the sweat they were sticking to. “Finish the job, pretty boy.”

“Yes, my queen.”

With his eyes still straining up to yours as his mouth connected with your clit and his finger found your hole, it was only seconds before you spasmed around him, your slickness leaking down all over his face. Mat moaned into your flesh- his cock throbbing at the sight of you coming undone atop of him, at the feeling of your hands yanking his face closer, your pussy throbbing around his two fingers and they dipped in and out and curled just how he knew you loved- and you dripped into his mouth, fully spent and satisfied.

When he could finally form words, he whispered, gazing at you in awe: “How was that?”

“Mmm,” You were still trembling from that hell of an orgasm, sliding down to sit on his chest instead, and Mat almost came at the feeling of your wet against his skin. “Mmmm, Mat. that was so good, So perfect baby.”

“Was I good? Did I earn it?”

“What do you think?” After all of that, you almost forgot what he’d done it for.

“But say it.” His eyes were pleading, wide and bright. “Please.”

“Oh,” You leaned down to give his lips a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Oh, baby, you’re such a good boy for me. Good boy, good boy. Made me cum so good. I think you deserve a treat, don't you?”

"Please, my queen."

It wasn’t long before the words made it into your daily life.

It wasn’t a serious dom and sub role like something out of “Fifty Shades” or some gross preteen-written fanfiction, definitely not, but just a cute little tease that you liked to bring up now and then to fluster him. Mat loved to be reminded of how good he was to you, he loved to know he was doing a good job and that you appreciate him, and you loved to dish it out. If it were any other guy, you wouldn’t do this for them, but Mat just… deserved it so bad. He really did treat you like his queen.

He loved to tease you. Many times, he'd catch you in the mirror before dates and his sneaky hands would find their way down to your ass, and you would scold him and swat those hands away. "Oh, come on, baby. My queen looks so delicious tonight." He’d be gazing at you in the mirror, leaving sloppy kisses all the way up your neck, but you just got your hair perfect, you just applied your makeup perfectly, there was no way you were about to ruin it, especially for such a naughty boy.

"Keep behaving like that and you won't get anything tonight, baby. Bad boys don't get rewards, you know that."

"I'm being bad?" He smirked, sending shivers down your spine.

"So bad."

"Oh, I can get a lot worse."

He'd tease you, alright, but you always found ways to tease him right back.

Like the time you were out with his friends, and one of the wags mentioned "Oh yeah, Y/N definitely runs the show in this relationship." and everyone laughed and cheered about how "Barzy's so whipped!" It was all in good nature, everyone knew how much the two of you loved each other, and all his friends laughed at it, but Mat only shrugged and mumbled something like "Sometimes I’m in charge…”, though you knew he wasn’t afraid to admit to his friends just how much he loved his queen. Not that he’d ever tell them… about that.

“I might be in charge, but Maty here is good at following my orders. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Mat’s eyes widened for a moment as you reached up and curled a hand to cradle the back of his neck and play with the dark curls peeking out of his hat. His cheeks went red at the use of his pet name in front of all these friends.  

“Yeah, of course, your majesty.”

The words were spoken sarcastically, and to anyone else, it seemed like playful banter, simply teasing. But both you and Mat- and only the two of you- knew that under the table, something was stirring up in Mat, and when you got home tonight, he was definitely gonna be the one in charge.  

You loved the teasing, but sometimes you weren't in the mood for that. Sometimes you were in the mood to be absolutely cherished and catered to. Treated like the queen you are.  And luckily, Mat was there, willing and ready to dish it out.

After such a long day at work, all you wanted when you came home was to fall onto the couch and lose yourself in your loving boyfriend. You’d called Mat the moment you got off work, practically begged him to come over to your apartment for the night. Not that it was really begging, because he caved immediately at the thought of spending more time with his girl. But the thoughts of the dishes in the sink, the dinner that needed to be prepared, and how your apartment that looked like an absolute wreck when you left this morning plagued your mind as you took the final steps through the hall to your apartment door.

The second you opened the door, you found yourself encased in big arms.

“Hey, baby.”

“Mat. Ugh, I had the worst day.”

“I can tell.” His lips found your cheeks sweetly, and your eyes took a moment to glance around the room.

“Did you… clean?”

“Yeah.” He leaned back from your hug with a proud smile. “I know when you’re stressed you busy yourself with a lot of work, so if I do everything for you, there’s nothing for you to do tonight but cuddle, right?” You didn’t know what to say. Your jaw had literally dropped, and, if you weren’t so dead tired, you would have jumped him. “I did the dishes, cleaned up a little, got our favorite show on, and I’m one click away from ordering some food if you’re down.”

“Mat, you didn’t need to do all this.”

“Nothing’s too much to do for my queen.”

You smiled at the pet name as you felt the familiar heat curling through your stomach. “Thank you for this. So much, baby.”

“No problem, seriously. I guess I’m just… a good boy, for doing all this?” He said the words with a smile, a suggestion. And you were down.

“Maty, baby. You are. You’re such a good boy. What do you want tonight?”

“Whatever you want. I’m all yours for the night. Do whatever you want. Anything. You deserve it.”

Just those words had heat flooding into your panties, as you remembered what it felt like to have his cheeks scratch against the insides of your thighs.

“Eat me out, baby.”

At your words, he dropped to his knees in front of you.

Woah.

His hands quickly unbuttoned your pants and yanked them down to your ankles along with your panties, and his mouth followed, pressing sloppy, wet kisses down your legs. He hooked one of your knees over his shoulder and nibbled up the soft flesh of your inner thigh, leaving tiny love bites all the way. “Mat, Mat.” He glanced up, his eyes fiery and needy. “Mat, take your clothes off. Wanna see you.”

“Fuck, yes, my queen.”

His shirt fell onto the floor, followed quickly by his sweatpants, and finally his boxers. Just like always, the sight of him had you aching for more, your heat pounding with your heartbeat so hard you swore he could hear it from his position. Seeing him naked, vulnerable, submissive at your feet just… stroked something in you. Your confidence, maybe. Seeing such a big, strong, dominant guy so willing and needy for you, willing to do anything just for a taste, it made you feel so powerful. You controlled his pleasure.

He was already half-hard, gripping himself tightly and giving slow, steady strokes.

“Ah, ah, ah, hands off your cock, baby.” His eyes shot up to yours and his hands flattened on his thighs, cock twitching wildly in the air, straining for you. You knotted your fingers through his locks like always and tugged him in.

And he got to work.

His mouth felt heavenly against your heat, his tongue wide and thick and hot and lapping at you as if he was a starved man and you were the most delicious feast he could ever eat. As if what was dripping for him from between your legs was like honey, was like the food of gods, and he had tried his hardest to prove he was worthy of just a taste, just a breath, just your mere presence. And he was taking his precious time savoring the taste because you were the best flavor he could ever imagine. The sweet taste of your skin, where the perfume lingered as he bit down into your shoulder, the taste of whatever chapstick you put on when you kissed him, and now the intoxicating drip drip drip between your legs.

One of your feet was already flat on his back, so when he lifted your other leg over his shoulder, you hesitated.

He glanced up from between your legs with a smile, cocky and sure of himself. “Don’t think I can hold you up, babe?”

“Can you?”

“Trust me.”

And with your back against the wall, Mat hoisted both your legs onto his shoulders and scooted closer to you, until his face was flush with your heat, your feet flat on his back and your hands in his hair pulling him in. You tossed your head back against the wall as his lips closed around your clit, abusing the bundle of nerves just like you loved.

“Fuuuck, yes. Good boy.”

“Ohhh.” There were the words he craved so bad to hear.

The room was full of wet, sloppy noises, the noises of Mat’s tongue and face against your slickness, but through it all, you heard something else. A familiar sound of steady, rhythmic slapping.

“Mathew!” As much as your body complained, your hands tugged Mat’s face away, looking down at the dizzy, dumbstruck look on his face, his hand frozen on his cock. He’d been caught, and he’d be punished. “Bad, bad boy. Hands off.”

“Fuck.”

Your hand cupped his cheek, dragging a thumb along his bottom lip and swiping away some of your slick. “You don’t like listening to me? You like being a nasty, disobedient boy?”

“No, fuck, I’ll be good.” His hands gripped his thighs tight, trying to calm himself and keep his hands away, his cock red and angry and straining for you.

“Hmm. Maybe I’m being too hard on you. Teasing you like this and not giving you any release. Maybe I need to show you a little mercy. You think you deserve it?” He said nothing, not wanting to seem too needy and instead waiting patiently for your answer. Did he deserve it? He didn’t know yet. It was such a privilege to even be in this position with you. Your hand stroked across his cheek again. “I think you do. Poor baby, let’s put your hands at work somewhere else.”

He quickly got the hint, bringing one hand up to grip your thigh tight and trailing the other all the way up the inside of your thigh and gathering your wetness between his fingers and bringing them to his lips to lick them clean.

He was back at work.

You were a drug, and he was addicted. He couldn’t get enough, he’d do anything to prove himself worthy for just one more taste. One more taste of that glorious honey dripping from your legs. And he’d continue to prove himself time after time because you didn’t deserve anything less than his best. You were his queen, and he worshiped you.

“Oh yeah, yes baby.” He’d found the perfect rhythm in you, the perfect beat to have you shaking and moaning and trembling around his head. His grip on your thigh was the only thing keeping you grounded on earth, otherwise, you would have floated away into the euphoria of how it felt to have his tongue against your clit and his long fingers curling just right and grazing against your g-spot with every movement. You couldn’t wait until tomorrow morning when you’d wake up covered in his fingerprints and lovebites and wear them like little secret trophies. And you couldn’t wait to go about your day with the lingering thought that someone like this awaited you at home to tend to your every need like this. Nobody you talked with throughout the day knew of the little markings of your late-night adventures that were kept hidden away under your clothes. Nobody but Mat. His fingerprints would be embedded in your skin as if your body wanted to remember every crevice of the way he touched you, his teeth would be tattooed on your shoulder, his face and fingers would still taste slightly of you from the night before. His fingers would delicately graze every mark he left, asking if it hurt and asking if it was worth it, smiling and passing compliments and praise back and forth because that’s the kind of love you had. The kind that could go from nasty and wild to soft and delicate, the kind that could be both at once.

“Good, good, good boy. Ohhh, so good for me, baby. You know that? You’re the best. Always treating me so well. Making me feel so good.”

“(Y/N)...”

You swiped your hand over his forehead and brushed his hair away from his sweaty brow, locking eyes in a delicate moment. “Make me cum, baby, please.”

“Of course, my queen.” The words were spoken into soft flesh as he came back for the final stretch, his cock painfully hard and needy for your hand, your mouth, your attention, beading with precum as Mat grinded helplessly at nothing, just looking for any friction. Just a little bit longer, he knew, and he’d get his reward. Just a little bit longer.

He could barely breathe, the further in you pulled him, just surrounded by your scent and your heat and your wetness, but what need did he have for breath when you were gifting him the most valuable thing in existence? Yourself, your heart, the sweet, sweet nectar dripping from your core, the birdsong of moans falling from your lips, the choir of angel’s voices from your lips that cried his name. That was all he needed.

Finally, finally, your grip loosened from his hair and your legs fell limp and weak onto his shoulders. He gave you a moment to breathe, to collect yourself, and rest on him before continuing on. He stood, lifting you with him and helping you settle your feet onto the floor, shaky and off-balance.

“Woah, Maty.”

“Did I do good?”

“Like always, pretty boy.” You tilted your head up to see him finally extended to his full height, once again reminded of how powerful you were to have someone so much bigger than you down on his knees for you. “Good, good boy. Always so amazing for me, so willing, so selfless, so giving. I love you. Mat. You deserve the world for being so good.”

“I love you too.”

“Seriously, thanks for tonight.”

“Mhmm, any day, anything for my queen. Thank you for existing, you fucking goddess.”

“Mmm.” You shared a sweet kiss, dripping with love and adoration and care for one another, your eyes locked together in an intimate embrace before your arms slid from around his shoulder. “Now, baby,” You back him against the wall, slowly dragging your hands down his chest, over the peaks of his nipples and the crevices of his abdomen and bellybutton, and right to where his cock was straining red and angry for attention, dropping to your knees for him. “Lemme make my good boy feel like a king. He deserves it.”  

"Oh, baby."

And when you finally took him in your mouth and his hand tightened in your hair, his whines told you that he was the furthest thing from a good boy. "Let me show you how a queen rewards her most loyal subjects..."

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Break Up to Make Up

Bucky x reader

Warnings: Smut (What do you expect? I’m trash), gagging

A/N: This is so late and I’m sorry 😭😭. This was written for @golden-ariess​ Lucid Dreams Writing Challenge. My prompt was, “wanna taste?” and I’ll let y’all guess what the answer was to that question. 😂 

*divider by @writeyourmindaway​*

Word Count: 2,305

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When you looked across the room and saw him, your heart skipped a beat. You knew that coming to one of Tony's parties was a bad idea. You knew he'd be here and that the probability of running into him tonight was 100% guaranteed. 

Bucky could tell that you'd been avoiding him. He watched you all night and every time you saw him coming your way, you would leave. Right now, he was watching you dance with Clint. He made a mental note to break his fucking neck later. 

When the song was over, you excused yourself. He watched as you made your way down the hall towards the restrooms. He pushed off of the wall and followed behind you. 

Your high heels echoed as they hit the floor. Bucky quietly stalked you. You stopped and looked behind you, but no one was there, so you continued on. He peeked around the pillar he was standing behind and smiled when you entered the ladies room. 

He waited patiently for you to come out and then grabbed you and dragged you to the nearest office. Slamming the door behind him. 

"What are you doing?" You tried to push past him. 

"You've ignored me all night," he said softly. 

"I don't have to acknowledge you, Bucky, we broke up. Now move." You reached out for the door. 

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest. He could feel your heart racing. 

"You scared?" His mouth, close to your ear. 

You inhaled his scent. He was wearing the cologne that you bought him. Your favorite. As if you weren't weak enough for him already. 

"Bucky, please, I'm not in the mood for this." You protest. 

"Sure, you are, doll." He kissed you on the neck just below your ear. 

He ran his fingers slowly up your thigh. It made you regret wearing the high split Judy Gao gown. Note to self not to take anymore fashion advice from Nat. 

"Bucky, stop," you pushed his hand away. 

"You know that nothing excites me more than when you play hard to get," he palmed his growing erection. 

He undid his pants and held his thick cock in his hand. Stroking it slowly as he watched you. 

You licked your lips. It took every ounce of willpower you possessed not to get on your knees and take him into your mouth. 

He watched your chest move up and down as your breathing picked up. You were gonna give in, he could see it in your eyes. 

Your feet carried you forward. 

"That's my girl," he said. 

He reached out and grabbed you. Spinning you around, so that your back was pressed against the cool glass of the floor to ceiling window. 

He dropped down and pulled your underwear off, then put one of your legs over his shoulder. 

"Bucky, someone could see," you buried your hands in his hair. 

"Do I look like I care?" He asked, just before diving in. 

His hot tongue caressed your clit. Slow deliberate strokes sent sparks coursing through your veins. 

He sucked your clit into his mouth over and over again until it was fat and swollen then used his tongue to penetrate your center. You rolled your hips on his face as you got closer to your orgasm. 

"I'm gonna cum," you gripped his hair tighter. 

You felt your knees growing weaker by the second as you tipped over the edge. Bucky put your other leg over his shoulder and held you up. He wasn't finished until he'd drained you of every single drop. 

He licked and sucked until he was satisfied and then slowly lowered you back down. He stood and grabbed your chin as he looked you in the eyes. His face wet with your sex. 

"Wanna taste?" He asked just before shoving his tongue in your mouth. 

"Mmm," you moaned into the kiss, as you reached out to grab his still erect dick. 

He groaned in response. 

He hiked your dress up a little and pushed inside of you only enough for you to sheath the head of his dick. Your pussy clenched around him.

"Beg for it," he demanded. 

You refused. You wouldn't dare let him win. As bad as you'd been craving him these last few weeks, you wouldn't do it. 

What the fuck were you doing anyway? He didn't deserve to even touch you right now. 

You tried shoving him away as you came back to your senses, but he just pushed further into you. He knew he had you once you hissed. 

Driving the rest of the way in roughly, Bucky fucked you against the window not caring if anyone walked by and saw. Hell, at this point, you didn't either. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and held on for the ride. 

"I'm close, baby. So close," you pant. 

"Wait for me," he moaned. 

You didn't. Your pussy creamed around him. You dug your nails into his neck as your orgasmic high ran its course. 

You wiggled out of his arms once you came down. He looked at you, eyes wide with shock that you'd actually nudged him away. 

You took the handkerchief from his pocket, wiped yourself off and put it back. 

"Doll…" He said in a warning tone. 

"Gotta go," you shrugged and raced out of the door. 

Pissed was an understatement. You played him. You came twice and then left him high and dry… so why is his dick still rock hard? 

Fuck. You were incredible. No other woman would have ever done that to him. But you started something and now, he's determined to win. It's time for daddy to come home. 

You walked into your house and stopped in your tracks by the door. You noticed right away that something was off. You listened, but heard nothing. You pulled your gun from your purse and quietly pulled your shoes off. 

There was a low creek above your head, so you slowly ascended the steps. You rounded the corner to your bedroom and aimed. 

"Hey, doll, welcome home," Bucky smiled at you. 

"Are you serious?" You put the safety back on and placed the gun on the dresser. "I could've killed you!" 

"No, I heard you coming," he turned to the TV. 

"Bucky, what are you doing here?" 

"I live here." 

"Not anymore you don't," you reminded him. 

"I'm sick of this. You wanted space and I gave it to you. It's been over a month and I'm ready to come home," he stressed. 

You stared at him. You wanted him to come home too, but you knew that nothing would change. You'd been down this road with him so many times before. Breaking up, because he constantly puts his work before you. Making up, because you missed him. 

"I can't…" Your voice, full of regret. 

You had to be strong this time around. No more letting your heart lead you. You didn't deserve this, no, you deserve someone who would put you first. Someone who will consider your feelings and listen to you. 

"Come here," he said softly. 

You kept your feet planted. 

"Come here, now," he demanded, aggressively. 

The sound of his voice and the look in his eyes was almost all it took. You were weak for him and he knew it. 

You sat down on the floor and crossed your legs. The ultimate act of defiance. 

Bucky came towards you so quick you almost missed him move. He grabbed you by the arm and tossed you on to the bed. He popped the button off of your pants and pulled them off. 

He could see the seat of your panties was already soaked. 

"You see, I was gonna let that little stunt you pulled at the party go, but since you don't want to listen, I might need to retaliate." He smacked your pussy. 

You howled in pleasure. 

You could hear the buttons of your top land in all directions when he ripped it open. He walked over to the closet and pulled out some rope. 

"Bucky, no," you stood. 

"Bucky, yes," he pushed you back down. He quickly looped the rope through the eyelet in the ceiling. You knew that would come back to bite you in the ass one day. "On your knees," he pulled you up by the hair. 

You got on your knees and he tied your hands above your head. You tugged at the rope, wincing as it burned your wrists. 

"Untie me right now!" 

He smirked at you before licking your nipple and then biting down hard on it. Your pleasure filled moans encouraged him to move to the other and do the same. 

He stopped and undressed in front of you slowly. Your pussy getting wetter every time he shed an article of clothing. He watched your eyes follow his every move. His cock at attention when he pulled off his boxer briefs. 

You licked your lips. 

"You want this?" He asks, climbing back onto the mattress. He gripped himself as he stood in front of you. "Open," he instructed. 

You wanted to be defiant, but the need to have him was winning. So you opened wide and let his thick muscle inside of your mouth. 

Bucky grabbed the back of your head and moved his hips slowly at first and then he gripped your hair and fucked your face. 

You gagged a little, but he didn't care. He kept going only pulling out to let you breathe for a second and then shoving right back in. 

"Look at me, yeah, I love those pretty eyes."

Your eyes were filled with tears that threatened to spill. He pushed to the back of your throat and held his position. 

"Good girl, hold it for 10 seconds, can you do that for me?" He counted down from 10. By the time he reached one, the tears were streaming down your face. 

He pulled out. Long strings of spit followed his movements. He palmed his dick and slapped it on your cheek. 

You tried turning your head, so he'd put it back in your mouth, but he moved away. He lied back on the bed, positioning a few pillows behind himself, so he could see you and then stroked his dick. 

"No," you whispered. 

He knew this was worse than edging you. Watching him pleasure himself was your favorite thing, but not being able to touch yourself was torture. Especially after the way he just face fucked you. 

He moaned. Throwing his head back as he squeezed his balls with his other hand. 

"Bucky, please," you whined. 

He moaned louder. 

"Aw, fuck, you want this cum, doll?" He stood in front of you once again. 

You opened your mouth and waited. A few more pumps of his hand and he released his load in your mouth, on your chin and some on your chest. 

He swiped at the bit on your chin with his thumb and pushed it into your mouth. 

"Let's see it," he waited for you to stick your tongue out. "Mm, swallow like a girl." 

You swallowed, because you were a good girl. You were his good girl. 

"Bucky, please. Can you just touch me?" You said weakly. 

He smiled. He was breaking you down. 

He got on his knees in front of you and ran his fingers between the valley of your breasts. He trailed all the way down and stopped just before he reached your clit. 

You were on the verge of tears. Your pussy was throbbing with need. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. 

"Look at me," he told you. 

You looked up at him just as he rubbed his finger over your clit. You struggled to keep your eyes open, but you didn't want to risk him stopping. 

"Kiss me," you requested. 

He immediately planted his lips on yours. You sucked his tongue into your mouth as he fucked you with his fingers. First one, then two and a third. 

He pulled his fingers from you and pulled your legs from underneath you. You felt relieved at the change in position. 

He brought you down on his dick and gripped your ass as he fucked you. You threw your head back in ecstasy. You were nearing your second orgasm when he stopped. 

You tried to move your hips, but he held you still. 

"Please, I'm so close." 

He repositioned you, so that your feet were behind you once again and you sat on his lap. He slapped your ass signaling you to continue. 

You bounced on his dick until you were close to your peak again. He grabbed your hips guiding you as you started losing control. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God!!" You screamed. 

You kissed him as you fucked out your orgasm. You kept riding as he buried his face in your neck and was preparing for his own release. 

"Buck, you have to pull out. I stopped taking my pill." You warned him.

"Too bad," he said, just before busting inside of you with a loud grunt. 

He kissed each of your breasts as he floated on cloud 9. He hadn't had a release so satisfying since you'd kicked him out of the house. 

He pulled out a knife from the bedside table and cut you down. Your tired body hit the bed and he laid beside you. 

"I want to come home. We can work this out." He ran his fingers up your thigh. 

"You say that every time," you closed your eyes. 

"I promise, I'll do whatever it takes. I can't lose you, doll." He kissed your shoulder. 

You knew you'd let him come back. This was your routine. Make him leave and then let him come home. A never ending cycle of break up to make up. 

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[kaioken16]

After a Long Day

Mallek Week 2021 Day 7

Day 7: Free Word Count: 1644 Rating: Mature  Character(s): Mallek Adalov, Original character

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A/N: Last piece for Mallek Week, I had a lot of fun writing all these pieces, and I’m ending with another self-indulgent piece between my OC, Zack and Mallek in a modern day AU, where Mallek works in an office while Zack is in last year of university. I gave this fic a mature rating as there’s are scenes from passionate make outs, touching, biting and implied light sexual intimacy but it’s quite brief. 

Summary: After a long stressful day of working in the office, Mallek comes home and begins to unwind with his favorite pass time... Teasing his boyfriend. 

It had been a long day at the office, to say that Mallek was tired would be an understatement. The commute to and from work was always a long trip, and today had been a rough shift, mountains of paperwork, losing half his documents when the servers crashed, adding an additional 3 hours onto his workload. He was just relieved to be home, and not have to think of work until tomorrow...

Mallek drops his bag off by the door, and kicks his shoes off, removes his jacket, and throws it on the hook, then loosening his tie. He makes his way down the hallway, until he reaches the doorway for the kitchen, peering into the room, a lazily grin appears on his face.

Zack was sitting at the table, he had his back to the doorway and was wearing headphones, so he hadn’t heard Mallek come in. His head was gently swaying along to the beat of whatever song he was listening to. He was wearing one of Mallek’s blue t-shirts, some long grey pants, and socks. Seeing the human always made Mallek peep up a little, and he walks up behind Zack and with no warning, he just taps Zack’s shoulders, which of course made the other flinch, as Mallek spooked him.

“Oh geez!” A short gasp as he looks to see Mallek, and he chuckles, removing his headphones. “Hey, you scared me. I didn’t hear ya come in...”

“Obviously, these are at full blast.” Mallek teases as he can clearly hear the song.

“Sorry about that...'' He apologizes for scaring Zack before he leans close and kisses his cheek.

“Ah, it’s okay.” Zack smiles, a light dust of blush spreads on his cheek.

Mallek hums, before he locks his arms around Zack’s neck, leaning against him. A small yawn slips out from his lips, he has a rather sweet smell, probably from his aftershave that he wore, mixed in with his natural scent. It was a smell that Mallek associated with the other and it served to relax him.

“You look tired... Long day huh?” Zack assumes Mallek would only get like this during very tiring shifts. Sometimes he would come home and go straight to their room and crash on the bed.

“Mm-hmm. Don’t get me started...” Mallek answers as he lazily starts planting kisses on Zack’s head.

“I won’t. You’re home at least so just relax okay.” Zack reaches up and gently strokes the side of Mallek’s face.

“I need to do a grocery run tomorrow since there's not a lot of things in here to cook, so I’ve ordered some pizza earlier, it should be here in like 30 minutes or less.” Zack says as he had planned to make them dinner after he got back from his classes, but they had forgotten to do a major shopping for food and ingredients.

“Sounds good…” Mallek answers as he could go for pizza, he didn’t even need to ask the other which ones he got, as Zack already knew what his favorite was.

“Okay, I’m gonna get out of these clothes and hop in the shower.” He says, hesitantly released Zack from his hug, but his hands were now holding onto his shoulders.

He laughs, as an idea pops into his head. “Would you like to join me?” That offer earns him a giggle from Zack who looks up at him, their eyes meeting again.

“As tempting as that sounds, and it really does… But should be here for when the food comes.” “Aww.” Mallek pouts, but that was a fair excuse, wouldn’t want the delivery to show, and they were both preoccupied to answer the door with their fun times in the shower.

Zack looks at that face and then sighs softly, and stands up from his seat. “How about a compromise.” He says before turns around, facing him, placing his hands on each side of Mallek’s face, gently holding him as he softly presses his lips on Mallek’s.

Mallek’s cheeks flush a shade of blue, his hands find their way to Zack’s hips. His lips open allowing for Mallek’s tongue to enter his mouth, the faint taste of a cigarette, and coffee and were still on the troll’s tongue, along with the metallic tinge of his piercing. Deepening their kiss, they tightly hold each other, they move across the kitchen as Mallek playfully pushes Zack up against the counter, he then moves his hand down and lifts his boyfriend up onto the counter, Zack’s legs cross around Mallek’s waist, and arms wrap around him. Mallek breaks off their kiss, a soft moan as he then starts to kiss his neck, which makes Zack tilt his neck, feeling his lips against his skin.

“Mm-!” Zack gasps feeling the sharp prick from Mallek’s fangs biting his neck.

Another hiss when he bites him again, he can feel Mallek’s smirk as the other continues to mark his neck, followed by gentle licks which causes a tickling sensation on Zack’s skin. Just then as they were about to get into, their both snapped back to reality by the ringing noise. There’s a pause between, as Mallek slightly pulls away from, his forehead pushing on Zack’s. They both chuckle, as Zack looks over to see his phone ringing, Mallek glances over, smirking as he then slowly looks back to his boyfriend.

“You gonna answer that? It’s not like you to ignore a phone call.” Mallek teases how nice Zack is, so polite and well mannered, but that was one of his positive traits.

“I really should-” Before he can even finish Mallek cuts him off with another kiss, attempting to make him focus on him. “M-mallek… Mallek, come on.” He says his name, between their kiss, as much he wanted to continue he should probably get that. But that was easier said than done.

He gently pushes Mallek back a little, and hops off the counter, and reaches for his phone. “Hey dude, how’s it going!” Zack answers with his usual cheery tone, a smile on his face when he hears the voice on the other end. It was one of his university friends.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. What’s up?”

His focus is on his friend now, as Mallek sighs under his breath, but then smirks as he walks over to Zack, he was going to test his limits with the other. Mallek lets Zack continue his conversation, as he wraps his arms around his waist, hugging from behind. Zack can feel his warm breath against the back of his neck, followed by the sensation of his lips on his skin. His eye twitches as he finds it difficult to keep focus.

“Y-yeah. I’ve started the assignment b-but… It’s a little more complicated than I thought…” He keeps having to pause and trips on his words when Mallek’s lips trail along down to his shoulder, once again feeling his bite.

He mouths the words ‘stop’ and ‘knock it off' but he couldn’t help but smile at the rather childish antics of Mallek who was usually so mature and reserved, but being alone with him and he was comfortable enough to behave like him. He very much enjoyed playing these games with Zack, wanting to see how long he would break before giving in, after all, he always won their little games.

“H-hey sorry, but could you call me bACK-” Zack’s sudden outburst is due to the fact when he feels Mallek’s hand slip under his shirt, his nails gently dragging along his stomach.

“N-nothing! I’m fine it was Noth-! Mmm…” A moan slips out as Mallek’s hand travels further down, below his waist, his cheeks flush a dark shade of blush as Mallek is grinning.

“Sorry, I gotta go! I’ll call you back in a bit.” Zack apologizes before abruptly cutting the call off, he places his phone back on the table, looks at Mallek, his face is mixed with annoyance and fluster.

“Not fair…” He says as Mallek just shows him a cheeky, toothy grin.

…

A little while later, the two are sitting at the table, two large boxes of pizza, one Hawaiian, and one double pepperoni. He had a soda can with Alternian text on it, and Zack had a tall glass of water. Mallek has freshly showered, dressed in one of Zack’s orange shirts, some dark blue shorts, and fluffy pink slippers, his glasses are back on. The pair were sitting opposite each other, enjoying their dinner, Mallek’s husktop on next to him, he wanted to check something and update a new program.

Zack was eating a slice, he had deep bite marks on his neck and shoulder, and if someone on the outside had X-ray vision they would see the other fresh marks hidden by his clothing. It didn’t escalate to anything further as Mallek was content with teasing Zack enough, he went to shower and change into clothes, and then the food arrived. These moments with his boyfriend were his and no one else, he didn’t have to worry about work, deadlines, and reports, and Zack didn’t have to worry about assignments and essays, these evenings between his work and Zack’s classes were their moments to enjoy.

“So is there anything you want me to get tomorrow, you can text me a list of stuff.” Zack asks as they had enough pizza for the rest of the night and possibly the morning, but they would need to get some actual items to make meals.

“Hmm. I’ll have a look around in a bit and give a list of stuff.” Mallek says as he wasn’t too sure until he checked their fridge and pantry.

“No worries.” Zack takes another mouthful of his slice.

Mallek pops open his can and takes a swig for his beverage. “Just let me know how much it costs, and I’ll send over half.”

[impala-dreamer]

Checkmate

Criminal Minds FanFic

~Trying to hide something from your coworkers is almost impossible, especially when your coworkers study human behavior for a living.~

Reader, Reid, Hotch, Morgan (ish)

1,500 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Smut talking. Smut happening subtly. Comedy.

A/N: This is my first ever CM fic, and my god they're too smart for me. lol. Hope I somewhat did them justice. :)

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The engines roared; Morgan snored in time with the droning of the plane.

It had been a week. Stressed but relieved that no one else had died, the team headed back to Quantico; mostly silent, alone with their thoughts.

The only chatter came from Reid and Y/N who sat mid plane, playing a game of chess that had been going on forever. Reid was smarter, but Y/N was able to distract him enough to sneak a few choice moves in here and there.

She leaned forward over the board, giving him a nice view of her cleavage, and set her middle finger atop a pawn, deciding.

"The thing about Martin Fletcher," Reid went on, eyes determined to stay on her hand and not stray further up. "He would technically be classified as a sexual sadist, but when interviewed before his execution, he admitted to the murders but did not express gaining any sexual satisfaction from any of the victims or scenes."

Y/N shrugged and took her hand off the pawn as a shiver ran down her spine. "Is that so weird? Everyone's different, Spencer."

"It's not," he agreed, eyeing the board and then Y/N, "I just found it interesting. He said that he liked to masturbate to pictures of classic cars and women wearing latex catsuits."

A chuckle sounded from across the plane and Y/N leaned over to look past Reid's shoulder. Hotch was seated diagonally across from her, ankle on his knee, cell phone in hand, listening but not.

"Something to add, Agent?" Y/N teased; a slick smile spreading across her lips.

Dark brown eyes lifted. "Classic cars," he repeated, staring hard at Y/N, "latex catsuits? Sounds like a-"

"Batman Complex," she finished for him with a faint laugh. "You're right."

Hotch looked up with a rare smile and a moment of tension filled the cabin.

Reid was lost between them.

"Batman Complex?" he questioned, brows knitting as his microprocessor of a brain struggled to catch up. "Is that a-"

"Inside joke," Y/N said, clearing her throat and tearing her attention away from Hotch. She leaned in again and gave them both a peek, moving her pawn forward. She let out a heavy breath as another shiver attacked her, and sat back in her seat. "Your move, stud."

Reid pressed his lips together in a confused smile and studied the board. "You know, superhero fetishes are ranked in the top ten of sexual fantasies for white males ages 15-25."

Y/N squeezed her thighs together. "Just missed the cutoff, huh?"

His cheeks burned bright. "I-I've never…"

"Oh, come on, Spencer. Everyone has fantasies. Everyone's got that one...mmm...thing that…" Y/N sat up straight and gripped the armrest for a quick second, her voice growing weak. She shot a glance at Hotch, and cleared her throat. "We all have that one thing that seems a little strange. Nothing to be ashamed of."

Reid ignored her squirming and moved his rook. "I don't think so. I don't...really…"

Y/N licked her lips absently and looked down at the chessboard. There was no way she was going to win. Not even a little. All she had up her sleeve was distraction, even if she was a little more than distracted herself.

“Are you seriously telling me, Dr. Reid…” She spoke slowly, capturing one of his pawns as his eyes glazed over slightly. “...that you don’t have any weird... sexy things…” She picked up his piece and brought it towards her lips, slowly rolling the top around in her fingertips. “...floating around in that head of yours?”

Reid swallowed hard.

Hotch shifted in his seat.

Morgan rolled onto his side, his snore fading to a gentle purr.

“No?” Reid watched as Y/N grinned, rubbing her thumb across the top of the pawn slowly. “I don’t know.”

“Too bad,” she shrugged, sitting back as her stomach tightened a bit. “I’d imagine you’re full of interesting ideas.”

Reid smiled and looked down at the board, a bit of hair falling into his eyes. “Ideas, yes,” he admitted. “Sexual ideas? No.”

Y/N held her breath for a moment and her eyes fluttered closed. She pushed her knees up and thighs together, going up on her tiptoes for a split second before relaxing with a sigh. “You gotta have something dirty going on up there.”

Bishop to rook.

“Not really.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said simply.

Hazel eyes narrowed. “I’m not one to lie, Y/N.”

Her shoulders twitched suddenly and she exhaled slowly, eyes flickering over to Hotch who sat as before, watching but not, listening but not. “I guess that’s true,” she said, breath quickening with each word. “But if you were one to lie, you’d probably be good at it, thus making it impossible for me to know how true that statement is.”

“Well,” he said with a small smile, “I suppose that’s true as well.”

Y/N’s hips rolled unconsciously and she dug her nails into her thigh to stop the movement. “So, no dirty thoughts ever?” she asked, leaning in to study the board.

Reid’s eyes drifted to the deep line between her breasts and his voice grew tight. “No more than anyone else, I would assume. You?”

Y/N pulled her bottom lip through her teeth as her eyes hazed over for a second. She tipped her head to look at Hotch, chest rising and falling with heavy but controlled breaths. “Oh, I always have dirty thoughts, Spencer. Always.” She chewed her lip again, canine falling like a dagger into the corner of her mouth.

Knight to E7.

“Such as?”

A bout of turbulence shook the cabin as the plane rolled through a mess of heavy clouds, and Y/N sat back in her chair, gripping the armrests. She closed her eyes and let out a silent moan through gently parted lips; knees shaking almost imperceptibly.

When the plane regained its smooth glide, Y/N opened her eyes and gave Reid a dreamy smile. “Well, such as…” Her gaze traveled to Hotch for a brief moment and then back to the chessboard. “Sometimes I think about having sex in here.”

“In here?” Reid swallowed hard.

“Yeah.” She licked her lips and crossed her arms, forcing her breasts to pop beneath her tight blouse. “Right in here.” She dropped her voice and her arms, leaning closer. “Can you imagine how much fun that would be, Spencer? Cumming your brains out at 60,000 feet?”

Reid, who had subconsciously leaned in as Y/N did, now sat back, spell broken. “Well, actually, we rarely travel above 41,000 feet. Sometimes 42,000.”

Y/N laughed. “You’re killing me, kid.”

“No,” he smiled, “just kicking your ass at chess.”

His queen flew down the board and Y/N gasped, sitting on the edge of her seat.

“Well...shit,” she panted, brows knitting, stomach clenching, then relaxing.

“Checkmate.”

Y/N eyed the board and then shook her head. “Damnit.”

“Of course, if you had actually been paying attention, you may have made a better go of it.”

Hotch laughed under his breath.

Y/N blinked quickly. “Excuse me? I’m paying enormous attention.”

Reid sat back and smiled. “Don’t get me wrong, I think you played very well being that you were desperate to distract me from the fact that you were having multiple orgasms while talking to me.”

“What!” Her face flushed and her guilty smile was unfading.

“You’ve been sweating, out of breath, muscles clenching and releasing. Your pulse has been elevated and your pupils dilating at a rapid pace. I’m assuming you’re being stimulated by a remote device controlled by an app on Hotch’s phone.”

She stammered. “That’s-not-”

“If I’m correct, you’ve had about four orgasms since we sat down.” Reid stopped and clasped his hands, waiting smugly to hear if he was correct.

Y/N took a deep breath and sat up straight. “Well, ahem. That’s...I’m…” A sudden shock from the device tucked in her panties made Y/N whimper and she grit her teeth, annoyed. “If you’ll excuse me, Spencer…”

He grinned. “Of course.”

Y/N jumped up, a little weak in the knees, and hurried passed him, shaking her head at Hotch on the way to the lavatory. “You suck,” she mouthed.

Hotch, cool as ever, clicked a button on his phone and Y/N nearly fell over.

“And you,” he said quietly, “owe me twenty bucks.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Y/N waved him off dismissively and rushed to the bathroom to remove the vibe.

“Twenty bucks?” Reid asked, turning in his seat.

Hotch closed his phone and tucked it safely inside his jacket pocket. “She thought she could stay calm enough so that you wouldn’t notice. I knew she’d fail.”

Spencer frowned, a bit confused. “That’s kind of mean, isn’t it?”  

Hotch shrugged and pushed his seat back, closing his eyes. “I don’t know,” he said with a smirk. “I had fun.”

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Love Triangle - Amelia Shepherd x fem!Reader

Prompt: “love triangle between Amelia, Owen and the reader. I would have suggested Lincoln but winning over Owen would just make my day” + “You are very attractive. Therefore, I will stare at you.”

A/N: Hi guys! This one is a bit longer, but it was super fun for me to write. Basically, Amelia and Owen are both in love with the Reader, but R is oblivious, and in love with Amelia. For @the-fandom-abyss

Aaand, I fixed the bleeder.” Amelia looks up from the open skull in front of her. Her eyes are sparkling, just like they do whenever she finishes a hard procedure.

You smile at her, momentarily looking up from your work on the patient’s pancreas. She’s looking back down by the time you really look at her. You give yourself a moment to appreciate how incredibly beautiful and smart you best friend (and okay, maybe more than that) is.

“Well, that’s nice,” Owen grunted next to you, keeping his head down. He grubles something under his breath, but it’s too quiet to hear.

“What?”

“I said that this kid is an idiot! He got drunk at 16, then decided to do an ‘awesome drive of death’ with his friends!”

“Well,” Amelia interrupts him, “To be fair, he wasn’t driving because he knew he was drunk. The kid’s at least got some sense of self preservation in him.”

“Mmm” You hum under your breath, no longer listening to the argument around you, just the life you’re saving. Or, trying to. It’s getting hard to concentrate with two people fighting while you’re standing in the middle. “Guys,” You say it softly, but both of them immediately stop talking and look at you. “Can’t we just concentrate on saving this kid, and not on your ongoing battle for some unnamed girl.”

They exchange a glance, and Amelia gives you a light smile, her eyes sparkling. If you didn’t know better, you’d say she’d witnessed something funny.

“Okay, Y/N,” Amelia finally replies. You take one last glance at her - her sparkling eyes, her goofy smile, her wavy hair - before going back to your sutures.

Owen looks annoyed, but all three of you go back to working on the patient.

…

“It’s so weird,” You turn to Meredith and Alex. It’s been a few days since your surgery with Owen and Amelia. Ever since, they’ve both been particularly kind to you. “One day they’re annoyed because I’m telling them to stop fighting, and the next they’re giving me flowers! It doesn’t make sense!”

“You’re kidding, right?” Alex lets out a chuckle. “You know they’re both in love with you.”

“What?! That’s insane!”

“No, it’s tr-” Alex is cut off when Mer elbows him in the ribs. “What? We all know it.”

Meredith glares at him, then turns her head toward you, then back to him. A knowing look comes onto Alex’s face.

“She doesn’t know? No wonder Shepherd’s been in such a bad mood.” Meredith elbows him again.

“That can’t be true! They already told me they both like the same person. It can’t be me!” You start anxiously replaying the last few months of interaction with both Amelia and Owen. “No, it can’t be...”

“Sorry to break it to you, but my sister and Owen have been trying to get you for a while. You’ve just been painfully oblivious.”

“But why wouldn’t Amelia tell me? We’re best friends!”

“Probably because she knows you don’t like her back,” Alex laughs, but stops short when there’s silence from you and Meredith. “Wait a second,” he sits up straighter, moving to the edge of the couch, “You do love her back?”

You blush. “Maybe.”

“Oh my God! You gotta be kidding me! How did you manage to hide this from everyone?”

“I can be devious sometimes,” You shrug, giggling a bit. Your smile drops and you sit down across from them. “But seriously, what do I do now?”

“You tell her. And Owen.”

“Please let me be there when you reject Owen,” Alex looks at you mischievously.

“NO.” You and Meredith respond at the same time.

…

It’s been three days since you found out Amelia loved you, too, and one day since you told Owen that he was just a friend.

“Hey,” A voice came from behind you that you immediately recognised. It was Amelia. And now she was standing right next to you, looking through a chart.

“Hi,” It’s a miracle your voice doesn’t go up an octave when you greet her. After a second, you look back at the release forms you’re signing for a patient. You feel Amelia’s gaze drift over to you. You wait a minute before looking up to realize that she’s still looking at you.

“Why are you staring at me?” You’re blushing.

“You are very attractive. Therefore, I will stare at you.” It’s all she says before Amelia starts walking away.

“Hey, wait a second!” You call after her, but she doesn’t hear you, so you have to catch up to her. “I have you talk to you.” Your hands are shaking (how did you ever do surgeries with her in the room?).

“Okay?” Amelia trails off with a curious smile.

You pull her into an on call room.

“I like you,” You spit the words out quickly, then slow yourself down, “I mean, no, I, I love you. And not in a friends way. I’ve loved you since the day we met, but this is different. I’m in love with you. And it scares me,” You can’t bring yourself to look up at Amelia’s face. There’s a pause, and then the atmosphere of the room switches.

“I love you too. I’m in love with you. I’ve been waiting months for you to realize.”

“Yeah, well, I might be a brilliant surgeon, but I’m usually too insecure about the people I like to believe that they could love me back.”

“Well,” Amelia rests her forehead against yours, “I love you back. I promise I’ll never stop.”

You lean in to kiss her softly, pulling back a moment later.

“I promise, too.”

[atc74]

The Whole Shebang

Square(s) Filled: Group Sex for @spnkinkbingo, Breath Play for @spngenrebingo​, “You’re Bossy and Short” for @spntfwbingo​

Warnings: Oral sex, fingering, grace play, face fucking, voyeurism, breath play, dirty talk, bossy Sam, Destiel adjacent, anal sex, sex sex…so much sex. This is a truly smutty foursome. It’s really filthy.

Summary: Y/N is excited to give Cas all her firsts in one go round. After the successful threesome with Sam, she asks what he wants to try next. 

Pairing: Sam x Reader, with a side of Cas x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader x Cas x Dean, a hint of Destiel, no Wincest

Word Count: 2709

Written for: @spntfwbingo​, @spnkinkbingo​, @spngenrebingo​

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches who wanted me to add the following disclaimer: Amanda apologizes for any errors she might have missed when she was so distracted by the smut.

A/N: The depraved conclusion to A Whole New World (catch up now). After this little series, I am feeling a bit better about writing Castiel. Thank you all for reading and enjoying the smut fest! Graphics made by me, photos found on google. 

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Previously on An Enlightening Experience: 

“Sam? Y/N? Thank you for helping me with my first sexual encounter. I found it quite enjoyable and would like to do this again. It has been an enlightening experience.” Cas’s gravelly timbre broke the silence. “Now I know what Dean was talking about.”

Laughter broke out between the three of them.

“I’m game,” Y/N laughed, turning to Sam. “You in, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m in,” Sam agreed, leaning over to kiss her, happy she was back in her own body. “Gotta admit, Cas, you’re a pretty decent kisser, too.”

Y/N broke out in a giggle. “It was actually rather hot, babe. Seeing you two go at it when I finally switched back into my own body. One minute I’m straddling Cas and kissing you, then bam! I’m back in my own body and you’re filling me up.” She grinned like the Cheshire Cat, stretching out between them. “So, Cas? What would you like to try next time?”

“I’d like to invite Dean to join us.”

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“You think Dean’ll go for this?” Y/N tilted her head to look at Sam. 

“He’s having a bit of a dry spell, so yeah, I think he would,” Sam replied after a minute of thought. “You might have to pay him some extra attention though.” 

“That I can do,” Y/N agreed, her body already tingling at the thought of getting to have all three of them pleasuring her and each other. She turned back to Cas, cupping his face with her hand. “Hey, Cas? I noticed your vessel recovers rather quickly and is ready to go back to back rounds. Is that a grace thing?”

“It is the grace, Y/N,” he replied, pressing two fingers to Sam’s exposed hip. “There, Sam, you should find your penis is ready for more sex.” 

Sam just laughed. “Dean’s really gonna like that part!” 

“I’m calling him right after I shower,” Y/N slipped out from between Sam and Cas, heading to the bathroom.

“No need, Y/N,” Cas snapped his fingers and smiled at her. 

“Seriously? You can do that?” Y/N ran her hands over her body and between her legs. She was still damp, but the mess of her and Sam’s combined spendings was gone, as was the dried cum on her stomach where she released while still in Cas’s body. “This is awesome!” She picked up her phone and dialed Dean, grabbing four beers from the cooler. “Hey!” 

“No seriously, dude. We just switched back like five minutes ago. It was definitely an eye opener,” Y/N laughed into the phone. “So, come join us for a beer. I’ve got something I want to talk to you about...cool. See you soon!” 

Y/N slipped into Sam’s discarded flannel, throwing him the tee. “We shouldn’t probably be buck naked when he gets here.” 

Sam and Cas had just finished dressing in their undershirts and boxers when the door opened. 

“Hey. Y/N, what’s wrong? What did you want to talk about?” Dean looked anxiously between his friends and brother. “Why aren’t you guys dressed? And, why the hell does it stink like sex in here?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Y/N stood and slinked her way in front of Dean, running her hands up his strong chest, lowering her voice to a dangerously seductive level. “You remember that time in Montana when you and Sam and I, well, you know? And, that time in Vegas? And, Milwaukee? And, the countless orgasms the two of you’ve given me in the Bunker?”

Dean swallowed audibly in the quiet room. “Hmm-mmm.” 

“Well, Sammy and I just helped Cas experience not one, not two, but five orgasms today alone. And, I know with your help, we can do better. And, who knows, maybe even break the Winchester personal best of, what was it? Nine?” 

“Ten,” Dean gulped. 

“I think it might have been eleven, Dean,” Sam offered. 

“So, what I’m trying to say, Dean,” Y/N whispered, dragging her tongue up his neck, stopping to nibble just below his ear, where she knew he had a weakness. “Is that it would be unfair to make Cas stop at only five, and I’ve only come twice today.” She looked up at him with her big eyes, licking her lips. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N. That’s playing dirty,” Dean managed to breath out, his cock swelling and pressing painfully behind his zipper. 

“Oh baby, I’m only getting warmed up.” Y/N pressed up against him, snaking her tongue between Dean’s parted lips, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. 

Dean wrapped his arms around, holding her even closer to him, their tongues twisting together until Y/N pulled back, breathing heavy in his ear. “Wanna feel how wet I am for you, baby? Just thinking about getting my two best guys and favorite angel in this body tonight?” 

Dean mumbled unintelligibly, moving his hand down between their bodies, running two fingers up the center of Y/N’s heat. “Jesus Christ, kitten. You’re killing me here.” 

“Since I already got to fuck both Sam and Cas, I’m gonna pay extra special attention to you tonight,” Y/N cooed, slipping her hands under his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. “You want me to make you feel good, baby?”

“Oh, kitten, you have no idea.” Dean grabbed her by the backs of her thighs, picking her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her wet crotch against the fly of his jeans, the friction rubbing her perfectly. Dean reached the end of one of the beds, laying Y/N down on her back. He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and pulled her behind the knees until her ass was nearly hanging over the edge.

“Too many clothes,” Y/N groaned, looking up at Dean. 

“Hell yeah there is,” Dean agreed and ripped open her borrowed flannel, sending buttons scattering to parts unknown. 

“Hey, that was my shirt,” Sam protested. 

“Don’t fucking care,” Dean said, dropping to his knees in front of Y/N. He didn’t waste any more time, diving in nose first, nudging her clit with the tip, while his tongue lapped at her folds. “So fucking wet for me, kitten. You gonna be a good girl for me?”

“I’m always a good girl for you, baby. For you and for Sammy. I wanna be a good girl for Cas, too,” she mewled as Dean continued to devour her pussy. 

A moan sounded in the room and she darted her eyes from Dean between her legs to see Cas, fully naked and stroking himself at the sight before him. Sam was shirtless, but had only pushed his boxers down to just under his balls. 

“Sammy, come ‘ere and let me suck that big, beautiful cock,” Y/N urged her boyfriend. 

“No, take care of our angel first, baby,” Sam commented, nodding at Cas. “Dean, stop. Y/N, on your hands and knees.” 

Cas walked to the bed, dick still in hand, and knelt next to her head. Y/N flipped over, reaching for him. Cas canted his hips forward, pressing his tip between her open lips. 

“It’s okay, she’s got you, Cas. Use her mouth just like she used yours earlier,” Sam encouraged. 

Dean took the opportunity to rid himself of his clothing, tossing several pieces somewhere in the room. He looked to his brother before continuing. Sam nodded once, and Dean shoved two fingers inside her tight channel. “Christ, you both fucked her today, and she’s still this tight? I’m gonna die a happy man.” 

With the addition of Dean’s fingers, Y/N moaned around Cas’s dick in her mouth. She rocked forward further onto Cas and then back onto Dean’s finger, his tongue licking at her folds when she did. She heard a click from behind her and, a moment later, felt the familiar chill of lube, running down the crack of her ass. 

“Open her up, Dean,” Sam directed. 

Y/N keened, feeling Dean press a thick digit to her tight hole, spreading the lube around before pushing inside. “We’re gonna use you so good tonight, kitten. Fill all those holes up.” 

Y/N was a whore for dirty talk, and the Winchesters were her kryptonite. With Cas fucking into her mouth, she couldn’t respond, except to push back onto his fingers, prompting him to add a second finger to her asshole, all the while still eating her pussy. Dean Winchester was a master with his tongue, fingers, and cock, and she was lucky enough to have had all of him. With the Winchesters, it was never just a quick fuck, it was a religious experience, and now they would share it with Cas as well. 

“Y/N, I have to believe you sucking my cock is exceptionally better than using my grace to simulate it,” Cas breathed out heavily as he pushed in and out of her mouth. “Tell me, did it feel better when I sucked you off than when you used my grace?”

Y/N shook her head side to side, supplying her answer, while managing to stuff Cas even further down her throat with a slight gag, causing her eyes to water and spit to run down her face. Still, she continued rocking herself back and forth between Dean and Cas. 

Dean slipped in a second finger, working her open until he could add a third easily between the lube and his saliva. “Man, Sammy, she’s still gonna be so fucking tight for us. But, you’re always tight, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Y/N, I’m gonna come for you,” Cas shouted as he grabbed the sides of her head, gripping tightly and shooting his load down her throat. She only moaned louder and took everything he had to offer her before he fell to the mattress.

“Babe, you’re such a good girl for us, so I’m going to let you choose tonight,” Sam stroked her cheek lovingly. “Who gets what?”

Y/N mewled at the thought of having all three, but didn’t hesitate in her response. “You’ll all get your turn, baby. First, I want to suck Dean’s cock. Sam, I want you in my pussy. I know how much you love it. And, another first for Cas. Angel, you’re going in my ass, baby.” 

Sam laid down next to Y/N, pulling her up and over until she sank down, both of them groaning at the tight stretch. 

Dean took Cas’s spot at her head, feeding her his cock slowly as she started moving on Sam. 

Cas stood back and observed for a moment. It was a magnificent sight, the three of them, moving fluidly together. Stroking his cock at the view, he extended his grace forward, nudging Y/N’s asshole, while she fucked Sam. A muffled scream left her lips as Dean thrust his hips forward. 

“Fucking hell, what was that?” Sam panted. 

“That was my grace, Sam,” Cas responded. 

She pulled off Dean and turned her head to Cas. “I want your cock in my ass, not your grace,” Y/N chuckled.

“You can do that?” Dean marvelled. 

“No reason I shouldn’t pleasure her with both,” Cas shrugged, stepping forward, placing one hand on her hip and lining himself up with the other, pressing against her. “May I?”

“Always so polite. Yes, angel. Just fucking fuck me already.” 

All three stilled their movements while Cas pushed himself inside Y/N. “Oh,” Cas moaned, drawing the sound out until he was fully seated. 

Y/N, slammed her eyes shut as she clenched around them. “So full, so good. Now move, please.” 

“You’re bossy, and short,” Sam quipped, slamming up into her. 

Cas groaned, feeling Sam move through the thin walls of her body separating them. 

“Oh fucking hell!” Dean shouted, resuming his pace. If there was something that could get him off faster than usual tonight, it would be the sight of Y/N taking his brother and best friend at the same time. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. With her brain occupied elsewhere, Dean shoved himself further in her mouth with each thrust until he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed around him, strangling his dick. “Fuck! ‘M coming, Y/N! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

After milking Dean for everything he had, she concentrated on her other two partners, pushing her toward her edge faster than ever before. She screamed for them as their alternating rhythm rubbed every nerve ending in her body. 

Dean laid both hands on her throat, like they’d done so many times before. Y/N nodded her consent and he squeezed, applying just enough pressure to restrict her breathing. She reached one hand behind her to grasp Cas’s wrist. With a white-knuckled grip on both him and Sam, she held on, while keeping her eyes locked on Dean. Y/N blinked once, silently letting him know she was ready for more. 

He applied additional pressure, pushing her further. Her arousal flying higher and higher. Dean watched her, looking for any sign of distress. 

A new warmth encircled her nipples and clit, and she recognized it as Cas’s grace. “Oh yes!” She rasped as he stimulated her over and over. Her vision hazed over, black spots forming at the edges. 

“Come for us, kitten,” Dean murmured, his voice barely audible over the crack of skin on skin. He loosened his grip, oxygen flooding her lungs, and her climax hit her head on. Y/N’s body seized between Sam and Cas, Dean keeping a hold on her head and neck as they worked her through the pleasure. 

Sam was right behind Y/N, emptying inside her, unable to hold off any longer with the way her walls clamped down on him. 

“Cas, you got the stamina of a thoroughbred, man,” Dean remarked, locking eyes with the angel as he continued to pound away at her ass. Cas’s eyes bored into Dean in a way they never had before. 

“Y/N!” Cas roared as he stilled, pumping her full of his release, folding himself over her, peppering her skin with hot open mouthed kisses, never breaking eye contact with the elder Winchester. 

The four of them lay in a tangle of limbs and sweat, their breaths heavy for several minutes before Dean broke the relative silence. 

“Damn, I’d do that again in a hot minute.” He felt two fingers press into the side of his pelvis, jolting at the sudden touch. “Who the fuck just poked me?” 

“Dean, I don’t know what the temperature has to do with it, but you’ll find yourself ready to ‘do that again’,” Cas air quoted, sitting up next to Sam. 

“Dean, after that, you’re suddenly concerned because someone poked you?” Y/N giggled, rolling to face him. 

“Wasn’t expecting to get poked, more like the one doing the poking,” Dean winked shamelessy at Y/N and her sex mussed hair and swollen lips. “Damn, Y/N. You look all kinds of fucked out, kitten.” 

“I’ve been fucked a few times today,” she giggled again. “But, we’re going to keep fucking until I’ve had all three of you everywhere. Angel, can you clean us up?”

Dean’s eyes flicked up to Cas as he snapped his fingers. 

“There, baby. Good as new,” she cooed, moving to straddle him. “And, ready to go. Cas’s grace is a godsend.” 

Dean looked down his body at her, his cock fully awake and ready to go. “No recovery period?”

“Nope,” she replied popping the ‘p’, as she started rocking her hips, coating him in her slick. 

“Feels so good,” Dean paused, trying to gather his thoughts when all he wanted to do was fuck Y/N into the mattress. “Shouldn’t we eat first? Fuel up?”

There was a slight rustle of wings. “Pizza?” Cas asked, standing at the small dining table, still naked. 

“Did you seriously just zap out for pizza? Naked?” Sam laughed. 

“I can hide myself from humans, Sam,” Cas dryly reminded him. 

“Pizza then pussy, kitten,” Dean declared, lifting her with him and walking to the table. 

“Food then fucks?” she laughed. 

“Let’s fill our bellies, then we’ll fill you again, babe,” Sam agreed, reaching for a slice. 

“I get the whole shebang tonight, huh?” Y/N asked, looking around at three of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. 

“That’s what she said!” Dean laughed. 

“No! That’s what she did!” Y/N joined him. “She Bang?!” Soon all of them were laughing. 

“You know, Dean, I couldn’t help but notice you were eye fucking the angel while he was fucking me,” Y/N said quietly as they ate their pizza. Sam and Cas were having a conversation so they weren’t paying much attention, she hoped. 

“Y/N,” Dean shook his head. “I don’t...I just, I don’t know.” 

“He’s the one that asked for you to be here. From where I’m sitting, it’s not one sided,” she kissed him and excused herself to the restroom. “Just think about it, baby.”

Dean looked up from his pizza to see a pair of blue eyes locked on his. Maybe Y/N wasn’t wrong. Maybe he could take what he wanted for once. Maybe this was his whole shebang. 

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Sinday: The Bet

can you write something where an innocent reader loses a bet with steve and basically has to be his little maid/sex doll for a month, and he's super into free use so literally just fucking her while she's cleaning or just chilling reading/watching tv lmao as requested by anonymous

Warnings: dark!fic, noncon

It had all come down to this. A single ball. If you sank it, you won it all, but if you didn't, you'd never hear the end of it.

It started friendly. A game of doubles. You and Sam against Steve and Bucky. Two games all and some smack talk that went a little too far and your partners had called it quits. You and Steve opted for a fifth game. A tie breaker.

You lifted your cue but barely chose your shot before Steve's voice interrupted you. You huffed and lowered the pool stick.

"Wait, wait," Steve leaned on the opposite side of the table. "I was thinking…let's make this a little more interesting."

"What? Me rubbing your face in it isn't enough. I gotta take your money too?" You teased.

"Money? Nah." He smirked. "I was thinking something else."

"Like?"

"Name your price."

"Hmm," You stood straight and leaned on the cue. "Well…how about, you lose, you take my Brazil posting. There's a concert that weekend I was hoping to see."

"Brazil?" He repeated. "Fuck."

"I mean, you could win. You do, I'll take whatever mission you don't want." 

"Actually, I had something else in mind." He said.

"Oh?" You tilted your head.

"You scratch and you're mine for a day." He stated. 

"Yours?"

"I've been away a lot lately. My apartment could use a good scrubbing." He said. 

You thought for a moment and looked at the table. It was an easy shot. You really didn't want to go to Brazil. You bit your lip and weighed the risk.

"Alright, deal," You declared. 

"Deal," He rounded the table and held out his hand. You shook it and turned your attention back to the table.

You bent and lined up your shot. You exhaled and cleared your mind. Just there and the spin would carry it into the corner. You called your shot and pulled back.

The ball hit the exact angle you wanted and you stood straight to watch it roll towards the pocket. It hit the felt just beside and bobbled at the edge of the hole. It stopped. You blinked. It was impossible.

"Ha," Steve whooped. "Yes!"

"Fuck." You weren't looking forward to scrubbing Steve's toilet.

"That's a whole twenty-four hours," He gloated. 

"Yeah, yeah," You crossed your arms. "Too bad for you I'm a shitty maid."

-

You had been to Steve’s apartment several times before, but never alone. It was a peculiar realization as you waited for him to answer his door. Every other time you had been there, it had been neat. He didn’t seem the type to let a mess gather.

When he opened your door you ignored his greeting as you tried to peer past him. It didn’t look a mess. You grumbled your hello and he welcomed you in. You crossed your arms as you glanced around.

“Steve,” You sighed, “What am I supposed to be cleaning exactly?”

“There’s some dishes, and it could always use a good dusting,” He explained. “But you can’t start without your uniform.”

You squinted at him. “Uniform?”

“Every maid needs one,” He turned and crossed to the coffee table where a flat white box sat. He grabbed it and offered it to you. “There.”

You took it and balanced it in one hand as you opened the lid. You blinked at its contents and snapped it shut.

“You’re not serious Steve,” You tried to shove the lingerie set back into his hands. “I’m not wearing that.”

“Let’s go over what you agreed to. One day and you’re totally mine. To do as I wish.” He smirked.

“You said to clean,” You frowned.

“That was an example of what your day may entail.” He pushed the box back towards you. “You didn’t ask for a detailed list.”

You stared at him. Then the box. Then him again.

“The sooner you get changed, the sooner your day will begin,” He checked his watch.

“It began the minute I stepped in here,” You countered. “I think I’ll take my time.”

“I think you’re not in charge,” He grabbed your arm and turned you suddenly. His strength surprised you as he ushered you over to a closed door. “Now, you can change in there or you can keep up the lip and just change right here.”

He released your arm and slapped your ass. He opened the bathroom door with his other hand and pushed it inward.

“Five minutes,” He warned. “You can start with dusting and work from there.”

You gave him a sharp look but he didn’t seem to notice as he turned away and dropped down onto the couch. You reluctantly stepped into the bathroom and resisted the urge to slam the door behind you.

The uniform was a joke. A black and white set with particularly frilly panties. You stripped and squeezed yourself into the lingerie. You felt your cheeks burn as you looked in the mirror. The bra was entirely the wrong size and you could feel your ass peeking out of the bottoms. 

You folded your clothes into the box and tried to cover yourself with it as you emerged. Steve looked over and pushed himself back to his feet. “I forgot your shoes,” He searched around and bent to retrieve the heels from beside the coffee table. “Here.” 

He held out the shoes with one hand and took the box from you with his other. You let go of the box and snatched the shoes. You didn’t miss the flick of his eyes along your body. You looked at the shoes and huffed. “These are too small.”

He shrugged as he passed you. He carried the box to another door; his bedroom. “That’s too bad.” He said before he dipped through and dropped the box inside. He returned and crossed to the closet just inside the kitchen, he pulled out a bucket of cleaning equipment and plunked it in front of you.

“Well,” He stood with hands on hips. “Better get started.”

-

You dusted, swept, and vacuumed the living room and hallway. It was easy enough. You gathered up the few pieces of rubbish Steve had produced as he sat in front of the television and fluffed his couch cushions. 

You began on the kitchen, the dishes first, and wiped the already spotless counters. You suspected it was just another way for him to gloat. He always had been a braggart.

You mopped and left the floor to dry as you started on the bathroom. It was simple enough. It looked as if he had only recently cleaned it himself. It annoyed you further to think that this was all a ploy to shame you.

You returned to the kitchen to pull the dishes from the rack and stack them in the cupboards. You stood in front of the counter as you placed the first plate in the cupboard and sensed Steve behind you. His footsteps were soft as he neared and you shook your head.

“Here to rub it in,” You asked.

He shushed you as he came up behind you and you jumped as he pressed himself against you. “You can always take a break.” He offered.

“I don’t--” Your voice died as he played with the frills along your ass. “Steve?”

“I might have some other work for you to do,” His fingers slipped under your panties and pulled them up to bare your ass a little more.

A plate slipped from your hand as he tickled your ass and you tried to step back. You pressed yourself to him as the plate smacked the counter and split into three chunks. You cursed as his hand slipped around you and gripped your hips.

“Bad girl,” He purred and it sent a shiver along your spine.

“S-sorry,” You stuttered and tried to sidestep him. He pushed you flush against the counter and picked at the waist of your panties. 

“Mmm,” He hummed. “Better finish up.”

His hand slipped down the front of your panties between your pelvis and the counter. You could feel his erection against your back. You shakily lifted another plate as his fingers pushed along your folds. He shoved his foot between yours and edged your legs apart as he played with your clit.

“Steve,” You squeaked in surprise.

“Keep going,” He ordered. 

You focused on emptying the rack as his hand kept moving. Soon you were wet as he toyed with you and the cupboard was full. He dragged his fingers along your pussy and tutted as he withdrew his hand. His fingertips glistened as he held them up.

“Look at this mess,” He pressed his fingers to your lips and forced them apart. He shoved them in your mouth and growled. “Clean it up.”

You closed your lips around his fingers and licked them clean. He pressed down on your tongue and rocked his pelvis against you.

“Take a break,” He removed his fingers and wiped them off on your panties. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you around. He dragged you into the living room where the TV flashed still and to the couch. He let go and flopped on the couch, legs splayed wide. He reached down to push his jogging pants past his hard cock and it stood against his stomach. 

“Why don’t you sit down?” He stroked himself.

You stared at him and exhaled slowly. He grinned and his hand continued to move. He spread his other arm across the back of the couch. “It’s been what? Three hours? You’ve got twenty-one left…There’s not nearly enough cleaning to do around here.”

“Steve...this is--”

“Sore loser, are we?” He interrupted. “You made a bet, you lost. You’re mine, so...come here.”

You neared slowly. He shook his head. “You’re gonna need to take that uniform off. It’s filthy.”

You looked down at the lingerie. There was some damp spots on it but nothing glaring. “Off.”

You stared at him and dropped your eyes to the floor. You undressed carefully; your bra fell too easily down your arms and the panties rolled smoothly down your legs. When you made to take off the shoes he stopped you. “Keep those on.” 

You stepped between his legs and he spun his finger in the air. You turned and he grabbed your hips. He pulled you down into his lap and slid into you in a single motion. You gasped as he filled you and you tried to stand. He held you in place and wiggled his hips. You moaned as his cock sent a ripple through you.

He lifted you and pulled you back down. You teetered on your heels, your legs bent between his as he led your motion.

You were in shock as the swirls crawled up your thighs and left you breathless. You reached back to steady yourself against Steve's firm stomach and he gathered your wrists together.

"I never was one for gambling," His voice was dusky as he rocked into you from below. "Not til you and your big mouth."

[creednight]

No Place Like Home

I’ve finally figured out the plot for the rest of this, so hopefully it won’t be as dead. Cheap ending, but I think y’all deserve the fluff. As usual, I appreciate everyone’s patience, I am determined to finish this. This is Chapter 12. Chapter 11 is here.

The sound of thunder jerks (Y/N) out of her sleep the next morning. You lean up to peek out from your curtains to find some dark clouds circling overhead and fall back on your pillow with a sigh. 

    “How was yesterday so nice, but today so shitty?” you groan to yourself.

    Your body feels like Jell-o from the fun of yesterday at the beach, you love the warm feeling of being out in the sun all day. Especially the next day. 

    The house is oddly quiet, you glance at your clock to see it’s ten in the morning, a time when Arno and Ezio are stumbling from their rooms to get some breakfast. Evie is usually up early, dragging Jacob with her, to do whatever it is they do in the morning while Connor eats his breakfast and stays in his room to do whatever it is he does. 

    Did you make breakfast already? You text Connor, already knowing the answer. 

    Yes, want me to make you some? His reply comes through a minute later. 

    You smile at his kindness. Nah, I bet you’re busy. I’ve got a plan B. You send that to him and then open up a new text for Jacob. I’m not feeling too well :( Do you mind bringing up some water and breakfast for me?

    If anything, he and Evie are in the kitchen talking as they do in the morning, and since he hides food in the weirdest places (a fact you found out by accident) it’ll be worth the flirting. 

    “Oh, (Y/N)!” 

    Sure enough, after some rustling downstairs, you laugh to yourself at the sing song in his voice. His loud steps stop outside your door where he knocks generously and pops it open with ceremony. He crosses the room in a few steps, marveling at you as you sit up and stretch. 

    “I brought you a glass of water,” he sets it on the bedside table before showing you the plate of food he brought. “Evie made breakfast, so if it’s shite it’s her fault. It’s a veggie omelette, toast, and some fruit. From me,” he winks and pulls out a bag of snacks from his coat, “Some chips and chocolate.”

    “Thank you,” you smile at him, accepting the plate and bag from his hands. “You’re the best.”

    “Of course I am,” he smirks, his chest puffing out a bit. “If you need anything else, I’m afraid you’ll have to ask Connor. Evie and I have business elsewhere and the other two oafs are running errands.”

    You pout. “I don’t get to see my twins today?”

    “Chin up, love,” he rubs his finger under your chin. “You still have five days of break left, you’ll get your Frye time.”

    The twins head out, leaving you to finish eating on your own until Connor comes lumbering down the stairs. You check your watch and frown. “Hungover?”

    He pauses in opening the fridge to regard you with a confused frown. When you gesture to the time, he snickers. “I am allowed to sleep in, (Y/N).”

    “Well, yes, but still,” you muse watching as he prepares his own breakfast. “So. It’s you and I today.”

    “So it is,” he nods, whipping eggs together. “I have nothing planned for your break aside from yesterday.”

    “I remember you said that,” you finish off your breakfast and set the dishes in the sink. “Wanna go to the farmer’s market? There’s good food there.”

    “Yeah, I have an errand to run still, so I’ll text you when I’m coming back,” he grins.

    “What kind of errand?” you round the counter to watch him. You watch as his body tenses up and he averts his gaze. 

    “Gotta drop off some woodwork for a friend,” he shrugs. “Shouldn’t take more than two hours.”

    “Oh, okay.”

    You leave him be then, heading up the steps to take a shower and possibly text Stella to see how her vacation’s going. You make a mental note about Connor’s reaction to think about as break goes on. Weird things have happened since you moved in and you would be a fool to ignore it or claim otherwise. 

    When Connor leaves, you get a head start on assignments given to you at the last minute and get your study guides together in prep for the quizzes when break is over. You find yourself wanting time to move faster so you can see Connor again and try to convince yourself it’s because he’s your best friend. 

After all, you feel the same when the others in the house are going to spend time with you. So you ignore that bubbly feeling and focus on your work until you hear a horn beep outside. 

“Shit,” you realize you missed the notification on your phone from Connor and hurry to get dressed in something comfy to wear in the spring heat. 

In minutes, you’re ready and bounding down the steps with your bag in tow and sandals fastened. Connor’s playing chill music as you get in, he greets you with a grin and a smoothie from the place you like in town. It warms your heart to see him pass it to you, a shy smile on his face when yours lights up like the sky midday when you see it. 

“Thank you,” you hum in appreciation, taking a sip. “My favorite.”

“Good,” he smiles, backing out of the driveway. “What’s on our shopping list?”

“Mmm. I just brought the bag in case we saw something we wanted,” you shrug, watching as houses go by. “How was errands?”

“It went well,” he replies easily. “The afternoon market is different than the morning crew, right?”

You make an affirmative sound while sipping your smoothie. 

Not as busy as the morning market, you and Connor find yourselves lost in the booths, trying on the handmade jewelry and clothing, taste testing some jams, jellies, and fruits in season. It’s a grand time for the both of you. No pressure from outside forces or forced intimate encounters as you peruse the items on sale. 

While you’re looking, though, you can’t help but feel as though Connor is more of a bodyguard as time goes on. He glances this way and that, as if someone is going to pop out of nowhere and do something. Given your past encounters with Blighters, you half expect it to. 

So when a hand grabs and pulls you away from the path, you are ready. Grabbing Connor and clinging to him for life until the voice coming from behind you lets out a familiar laugh.

“Damn, can’t surprise this one, yeah?” Edward scoffs when Connor wraps an arm around your waist, his hand ready to break the other man’s arm. “No worries, son. I was just having a laugh.”

Connor lets out a disgruntled sound. “You couldn’t think of anything less dramatic?”

“Mmm, no,” Edward releases you and grins. You hate how handsome it looks. “How are ya, lass?”

“I’m better knowing it was you grabbing me,” you straight your clothes, holding onto Connor’s arm for a moment longer before letting go and patting it. He takes a step away, his eyes no longer scanning the crowd. “Did you know he was following us?”

“I could tell someone was, but he was far away enough I couldn’t see who,” Connor crosses his arms. “Where’s Ade?”

“Getting some ice cream,” the blonde jerks a thumb back towards a booth selling homemade ice cream. “Join us?”

Connor looks to you for an answer, when you nod, he smiles and gestures for you to go ahead and lead the way. 

“Uptight, isn’t he?” Edward nudges you with his arm, offering it for you to take. “Like having a guard dog.”

“He’s been like this all day,” you giggle, accepting his arm. 

Edward laughs. “Gets it from his parents. Both so serious, blink and you’ll miss the jokes they have.”

“Interesting,” you sneak a look back to see Connor gazing in a different direction, but with the slightest smile on his face. “So, you’ve known him a long time?”

“Yes, lass. It’s why he calls me Grandpa,” Edward grins. “Though, I don’t look like one much.”

I’ll say, you think to yourself. Edward’s a handsome man, and you would be a fool to not admit the attraction you felt when his blue eyes roamed your face. But it was something you would never pursue...

You don’t get long to dwell on it when Ade comes up, enjoying some ice cream and looking like a kid in a candy shop. Edward and Connor go off to get some bowls for you and themselves. Leaving you to listen to stories of the old days with Edward on the sea. They work as fishermen with their own crew and boat and the sights they’ve seen, well, you are glued to your seat. 

“Don’t bore her with that now,” Edward interrupts a little while later, two bowls in hand. He slides one to you as he takes a seat next to his old friend. “We have to tell her baby stories of Ratonhnhaketon.”

“No, you don’t,” Connor replies as if turning away an extra topping. 

“Yes, please,” you laugh and watch as Connor grumbles and pouts next to you. “Was he a chubby baby?”

“Like a cannoli,” Edward laughs. 

You nearly choke on your ice cream, coughing to get some air and laughing at the thought of a baby Connor being as chubby as a cannoli. The young man groans, dropping his head in his hands as Edward goes to describe Connor’s early life. 

It’s a fun time and it flies by just as quick. The park clears up of booths and people until it’s just them at their table, ice cream bowls set aside, and the two older men in the midst of a harrowing story from the sea. You’re watching with all your attention, your eyes big and mouth agape just a bit. Connor eyes you, a smile growing on his face at how cute you are.

“But we lived,” Edward shrugs as though they shouldn’t have. 

“I’m shocked,” you snort. “How do you guys still have jobs?”

Edward gathers the garbage and winks at her. “Gotta take risks nowadays.”     “It’s because I get us out of trouble with people,” Adewale snickers. “This man may get us into shit, but I get us out.”

“Now that’s not true,” Edward argues with a grin. 

“True enough,” Ade laughs. He claps his hands and stands. “But, that’s enough listening to old men. You two should get going, it’s getting late.”

“We will,” Connor yawns, standing up to stretch. “Thanks for the ice cream, Grandpa.”

“Anytime, lad,” Edward grins at them. 

You and Connor take your leave, he opens the door for you and shuts it once you’re settled in. When you guys get home, Connor helps you put the groceries you bought away and sets up the TV for a movie night. You grab some snacks and cuddle into his side, grateful to have a relaxing day as opposed to the hectic one yesterday. Your head lolls onto his shoulder as the movie goes on, his scent and warmth lulling you into a sweet sleep. 

Connor relishes the feel of you next to him, he even adjusts so you fall in the crook of his arm. It’s no surprise you fell asleep, being at home relaxes you so much and he knows being close to him makes you feel safe. It makes his chest swell with pride to see you comfortable around him. But his mission today is a reminder he has been getting too close for comfort. 

The thought sours his mood. He pauses the movie, a Disney movie, and picks you up in his arms with ease. His steps remain quiet as he brings you to your room and sets you down on your bed, just like he did the day before, and leans over to kiss your cheek again. It makes a smile form on his face and he feels like... hmm. He thinks about it at the top of the stairs. What do you make him feel like? A fool. A child.

As he cleans up the living room he smiles to himself knowing that it’s not that bad to be attached to you. For now.

[avengerscompound]

The Grindhouse - Chapter 2

The Grind House: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x  F!Reader

Word Count:  2301

Rating:  E

Square filled:  @star-spangled-bingo - Night Terror

Warnings:  None for this chapter, future smut most likely

Synopsis:  When Bucky Barnes stops to get coffee and warm up at your coffee shop, he had just expected that caffeine might lift his mood a little. He didn’t expect to fall head-over-heels for you over a game of chess.

Chapter 2

Bucky thrashed in bed.  His dreams were dark.  His subconscious mind had a lot to process and seemed to want to do that by reliving every terrible thing that he'd done or had done to him in high definition.  When it wasn't doing that, it was creating new horrors he hadn't done and inflicting them on anyone that had been unfortunate enough to get close to him.

Tonight his dreams were of you.  It was almost like his subconscious was telling him not to think the things he’d been thinking.  Even though he had had fun playing chess with you.  Even if he did have that very early starts of a crush.  You didn’t get to have a normal life.  You have a normal life and you will ruin it.  You don’t deserve it.

Thus tonight his mind created images of the Grindhouse up in flames.  Tables and chairs knocked over.  Dead bodies of old ladies, broken and slumped over chairs.  His hand, wrapped around your throat and he crushed the life out of you.  A knight clasped in your hand like it would somehow protect you against him.  Like anything could possibly protect you from him.  Not even Bucky could protect you from him.

He woke with a gasp.  His legs tangled in his sheets and his body covered in sweat.  For a second he didn’t even know where he was.  It was like his body was here in bed, but his mind was still at the coffee shop watching the life go out of your eyes.

“Fuck,”  He cursed and tried to kick the sheets off of himself.  There was a ripping sound as the sheet tore in his hands and he cursed again.  “That’s fucking great.”

He got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom, pushing off his boxers and tossing them in the hamper.  He turned the shower on and when it was steaming he hopped in.  The heat scalded his skin.  That was how he liked it.  Especially after a nightmare.  It wasn’t about waking him up.  It was about reminding him he was alive.

As the tension in his muscles started to release he let out a breath.  He really wanted to go back.  He’d wanted to finish the chess game.  He got the hint though.  He wasn’t allowed to have a normal life.  It was stupid that he even thought for a second he might be able to have a simple crush.

He got out and toweled off slowly.  Awake now and not caught in that dream state, but still slightly sluggish.  When he was dry he pulled on some sweats and decided to go out to the kitchen and get a drink.

Steve looked up from the spot at the counter when he came in.  “Couldn’t sleep?”  He asked.

Bucky shook his head.  “You?”

“Had a weird nightmare about waking up from the ice and being too late.  New York was just a radioactive hole in the ground.”  Steve said.

Bucky chuckled and poured himself some milk.  “You spoken to anyone about that savior complex of yours?”

“No.  Have you spoken to anyone about the fact your a huge jerk?”  Steve countered.

Bucky started laughing.  The simple act helped push the nightmare back into a zone where it was just a dream and not a thing that could actively hurt him.  “Yeah, I tell all kinds of people I’m a jerk.  That’s pretty much common knowledge.”

Steve chuckled and took a bite of the sandwich he had sitting in front of him.  Bucky came over and when Steve put it back on the plate he grabbed it and took his own bite.  “Jesus, Buck,”  Steve said with his mouthful, making Bucky laugh, choke, and nearly spit the sandwich in Steve’s face.  Steve swallowed and thumped Bucky on the back.  “So what about you what was your dream about?”

Bucky swallowed and shrugged.  “Remember I told you about the coffee shop and that woman?”

“Remember?  I’m already designing your wedding invitations in my head.”   Steve teased.

“Yeah, well you can forget it.  I dreamed I went full soldier and destroyed the place.  I woke up at the bit where I was choking her to death.”  Buck said, dropping his eyes.  “I’m not ready for that.  I might not ever be ready for that.  I definitely don’t deserve that.”

“Buck,”  Steve said.  He used that voice that kind of sounds like a mixture of ‘concerned friend’ and ‘disappointed dad’.  Bucky braced himself for the lecture he was about to get.  “It was a dream.  You aren’t that anymore.  You were never that.  That was something they did to you.  You aren’t going to hurt anyone there.  And she’s not going to hurt you.”

“How do you know?  You’ve never even been there.  What if it’s a HYDRA base?”  Bucky grumbled.

Steve chuckled and shook his head.  “Want me to go do some intel?”

“Smart ass.”

Steve put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.  “You are allowed to attempt a normal life.  You are allowed to have friends.  More than friends.”  He said.  “And being scared and having nightmares is normal.  What you went through… it was more than most people could endure.  It makes sense that you’re still processing.”

“Your therapist tell you that?”  Bucky grumbled, not looking up.

“Yeah, actually.  She did.  Yours will tell you the same thing.”  Steve said.  “For guys like us, being happy takes work.  You gotta work at it.”

Bucky didn’t say anything for a while, he just stared down at his feet.  “You’re younger than me you know?”

“Yeah, I know.  It was a dad speech.”  Steve said with a shrug.  “I’m right though.”

“You usually are.”

“I know.”  Steve teased.  “Will you go back?”

“Yeah.  I’ll go have lunch their tomorrow.”   He said hunching his shoulders.

“Good.  I’m glad.”  Steve said with a smile.  “Now go get some sleep, you jerk.”

Bucky nodded and went and put his glass in the dishwasher.  “Yeah, you too, punk.”

The following day Bucky got up way too early considering how badly he had slept that night.  He joined Steve and Sam for their run and the early morning curse out by Sam because they kept lapping him put Bucky in a good mood despite his usual tiredness.  So when he came in and saw you standing at the espresso machine making coffees for the two guys in suits, he couldn’t help but smile.  That same little heart skip happened again.  That little one you feel when you haven’t yet but there’s that potential for catching feelings.

He shrugged off his coat and hung it up before moving to the counter.  The smile on your face when you saw him was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life.  It lit you up from the inside and seemed to radiate out.  Like you had a fire inside you, but the good kind.  The kind people huddled around to keep warm.

“You came back!”  You said.  He wondered if that was genuine or just something you did for every customer.  You did have a business to run after all.

He gave you a small smile and nodded.  “Yeah.  Is that okay?”

You chuckled and nodded.  “More than okay.  I was enjoying our game, you want to play again?”

The shop was busier this time.  Lunchtime crowd and all.  Already three other people had come in behind him and there were only a few tables free.  “Yeah, but you’re busy.  It’s okay.”

You shook your head.  “No, it’s totally fine.  I’m just waiting on -”  As you spoke two people in their early twenties came in from the back.  The guy was tall and lanky with long, neat dreads and was wearing, black pants and a white short-sleeve button-up shirt, while the woman was short, had jeans and a teal tank top that matched her loose mohawk, and leather cuffs on each wrist.  “- These guys to take over from me.  Let me make your order and grab my lunch and we can play if you like.”

“Yeah,”  Bucky said with a nod.  “Yeah, I would like that.  I want coffee, but uh - would you just -”

“Wanna expand your horizons?”  You asked.

“Yeah.  Something like that.”

You grabbed a mug and put it near the machine.  “You got it.  Anything else?”

“One of the ham and salad roll things,”  He said not quite willing to use the word panini outside of Italy.  “And the eclair.”

You nodded and ran the order up.  “Go set up the board.  I’ll be over with everything soon.”

He grabbed the chessboard off the shelf and sat down at a table with three hardwood chairs around it.  It took him a little while to get the board back to how it was before and he was just moving his queen to the side when you came over with a tray laden down with sandwiches, coffees, and cakes.

Bucky helped to spread things out and you flopped down into the chair.  “Alright.  Whose turn is it?”

“Yours,”  Bucky said as he looked over the coffee nearest to him.  It had a creamy looking foam on top with what looked like a cartoon cat drawn into it.

“What did you make me?”  He asked.

“It’s just a latte.  I thought we’d start simple.  If you like that, next time I’ll get more adventurous.”  You said as you studied the board.

“It’s got a cat on it,”  Bucky said.

You chuckled and looked up.  “Yeah, you seem like a cat person.”

He picked up the cup and took a sip.  The normally harsh, bitter flavor of the coffee was cut with the milk, making the nutty qualities stand out more.

“What do you think?”  You asked as you moved your queen out.

“Mmm… yeah.  I think I could get used to that.”  He said with a nod.  He picked up his sandwich and began to study the board.

“Good.  Next time we can play with syrups.”  You said.

He loved that you kept saying next time.  Like this was going to be a regular date thing.  Not that it was a date.  It was just some business owner taking pity on a lone patron.  But… the next time.  That was an invitation.  This wasn’t a burden to you.

He moved his knight out and you immediately moved your pawn out to block it.

He laughed.  “That was quick.”

“I don’t wanna lose anything.”  You said.  “How was the mission?  Or am I not supposed to ask about that?”

He chewed the inside of his cheek.  “It was okay.  This time nothing much.  But yeah, not something I can really talk about.”

“Do you like being an Avenger?”  You asked.

He moved his bishop out and looked up at you.  “Yeah. I guess.  I dunno.  I think… I mean, I don’t know what else I’d do.  But… I got a lot to make up for.”

“That doesn’t sound super positive.”  You said.

He shrugged and shrank down a little.

“Sorry.  I’m so nosy.  If I ask something you don’t like, you have permission to tell me to shut it. I won’t get offended.”

He chuckled.  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You took a bite from your sandwich and chewed it slowly as you studied the board.  Eventually moving out your pawn.  It was a sacrifice play.  Bucky could tell yet he still took it using his knight.  You immediately took the knight with your pawn.

“That was exciting.”  You said.

“Mmm… it was a bit.”  He replied.  “This might be more so.”  He added and moved his bishop.  “Check.”

“Oh, shit.”  You cursed.

Bucky started laughing.  “Come on you can come back from that.”

The game slowed down as you tried to figure out how to get yourself into a better position again.  As you plotted the two of you talked.  When you moved your knight to protect your king, you told him about when you'd learned to become a barista while you were at college.  While Bucky decided if castling his king he told you about some of the things he got up to with Steve as a kid.

By the time you moved your rook up beside your king you and both finished eating and the crush Bucky had was much deeper.  He really liked you and he had no idea what to do about it.  No one in their right mind would agree to date him, would they?

“Ugh.  Gotta go back to work.  You want to take a photo of the board and we can pick it up next to time?”  You asked.

“Yeah.  Sure.”  He said.  “I had fun.”

“Me too, Bucky.  Come back soon.  I think I can win this.”  You said, gathering up the dirty dishes and trash onto the tray.

“Sure you can.”  He teased as he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the board.

“So mean,” you joked.  “See you soon?”

He looked up at you.  He was somehow sure the look in your eye was hope.  Yet at the same, he couldn't quite believe that could be true. He nodded though. The truth was he wanted to see you soon.  He wouldn't let his own mind talk him out of this.  Even if it was just you humoring him. He was enjoying it and when did he ever get that?  “Yeah, real soon.” He said.

// NEXT

[oh-theatre]

Sycamore High: A Final Round (Chapter 40: Part 1)

A/N: I AM SO SORRY!! ITS BEEN FOREVER!! Also I have decided to split the final chapter into two parts! I promise I wont take three months to write the next one lol... Anyway!! I hope you all enjoy and once again! I am so so sorry

summary: As the year ends the gang has some unfinished things to wrap up

words: 4662

warnings: Swearing, kissing, homophobia

Edited by: @theyreallidiots  (YOURE MY ANGEL AND SAVIOR AND I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH)

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“Hey uh, bye fucker” Ted waves from the couch, stuffing his mouth full of newly opened cheeseballs.

“Bye asshole” Paul responds, lugging his bags towards the door. Chad and Henry watch from the opening in their kitchen.

“Are they friends? I can't tell” Chad asks softly, Henry laughs. “Alright, boys! Let's have a proper goodbye shall we?” Chad requests, glaring only slightly at his son. Ted moans standing quickly, he walks over to Paul giving him a quick hug. “Oh come on, you're best friends”

“We are like Stan and Kyle dad” Ted mumbles, Chad and Henry glance at one another, Teds references were a hit and miss with the pair. “Ugh nevermind, I don't need to give Paul a big giant hug, that's all I'm saying”

“Aren't those the two that dated?” Paul asks trying to remember.

“No that's Tweek and Craig” Ted corrects, Paul nods an ‘ah’ sound escapes “You gotta watch more ‘South Park’” Ted chides, Paul laughs.  

“Wait does that mean you're going to write me a song because you miss me” Paul mocks, recalling the events of the previous few episodes. Teds not sure whether he's impressed or offended.

“Of course I will” He teases back, Henrys given up. “Alright say goodbye to Clyde” Ted requests, Paul awes kneeling as the sad pup comes up to him, licking his face goodbye. He stands after a moment of cuddling and faces the professors.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here” He goes up and hugs Henry and Chad, they return the gesture happily. “It was really nice” He smiles, they ruffle his hair allowing him to face Ted now. The professors share a glance before promptly exiting the room, leaving the friends alone. Clyde jumps into Ted’s arms receiving soft pets. “Well it’s been fun” Paul commented jokingly, Ted laughs giving his friend a hug.

“Look, just come back whenever you need to ok?” He asks softly. Paul nods pulling away.

“Sorry, I’m a bit late” Emma joins in, opening the door as she makes her way into the apartment. Ted gives her a nod, Paul greets her with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Ready?” She hopes, he nods giving Ted one last look of gratefulness before stepping out of the apartment and joining Emma on her descent downstairs. “You ok?” She checks before hopping into the car, Paul joins her after stuffing his belongings into the back.

“Yeah, I just got so used to living with Ted it'll be weird… ya know?” Emma nods starting the car “But I'm really excited to go home and sleep in my bed and be with my mom” He lists excited, Emma giggles at his antics heading onto the road. The drive isn't too long and Paul had offered to just walk but Emma wanted to be there.

“Are you hungry at all?” Emma inquires carefully, inputting Paul's house into her GPS. Paul ponders for a moment, the professors had sent him off with plenty of food in his stomach.

“No I’m ok, how are you?” He responds, fiddling with the ends of his jacket. He realized how long it had been since the pair had been alone together, just the two of them. He loves their friends but… it was nice.

“I’m ok, Charlotte is having a fashion crisis about her outfit for the wedding. She wasn’t expecting to be asked to sing so...but now she has Jackie for that.” Emma turns “Who mind you, is much better at that than I am” She admits, Paul laughs. “Speaking of the wedding…” She twirls her fingers over his hand, playing with it.

“Yes?” He turns, smiling.

“Well, what colors are you wearing? I want to match” She chimes, Paul laughs. “What?” She grins towards him, adorable confusion.

“Nothing, I'm wearing a standard suit, with a hint of blue” He explains, she raises an eyebrow. “I’ve been with Henry too long…”

“Blue” She repeats thinking it over, she pulls into Pauls driveway “I can do blue”

“Thanks for driving me,” he says, staring fearfully at the house in front of him. Emma takes his hand, kissing it softly.

“Did you really think I was going to let you waltz in there alone?” Emma wonders, Paul laughs stepping out of the car. Emma joins him, helping him with some bags. They trudge up the driveway, the sweltering heat hitting them quite hard. “Ready?” She asks, he nods pushing open the door, silently praying no one is home. He makes his way softly into the house hoping nobody can hear him, if anybody is home that is. Emma takes his free hand, grasping it protectively.

“Paul!” Alice exclaims running up to her brother, her hug causing him to drop all his things as he returns the gesture. “I missed you so much!” She tightens her grip, Paul struggles for air, silently pleading to Emma. She coughs loudly gaining the attention of a certain Matthews sister, who pulls away apologizing.

“I missed you too” He responds, he scans the room looking at the empty kitchen/living room. It feels lonely, sad, dreary, what are other adjectives for lonely? “Where is mom?” He inquires, walking further into the house.

“She took Joe out while you came home”

“I'm so tempted to make a ‘Joe mama’ joke” Paul mumbles, Emma seizes trying to contain her laughter. “So it's just us?” He continues, Alice nods. “I'm gonna go put my stuff away, Em?” Emma smiles a greeting to Alice before following Paul upstairs. She had forgotten what his room looked like having spent so much time at the professors.

“Excited to be home?” She asks as Paul flops onto his bed, clutching his pillows close.

“So excited” He gleams, he throws a pillow her way, a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“You are starting something you can't finish Matthews” Emma throws it back a little rougher, Paul raises his brows sitting up. He throws two more at her, hitting her square in the face, she laughs ready. “Is that a challenge Matthews?” He nods coyly receiving a pillow in his face as a response. They continue for a little while circling around the room and bouncing on the bed, pillows flying everywhere. Finally, Paul catches Emma, wrapping his arms around the squealing teen smothering her with quick pecks.

“Gotchu,” He says, turning her to face him. She shrugs pulling him in for a kiss.

“Suppose you do” She comments back, he pulls her in kissing her prolongedly, holding on to this moment for a while. They pull apart needing a moment, desperate for air. “Well damn Paul… but uh… I don't think that's how you play pillow fight”

“Uh Emma, you don't play pillow fight, you live it” he corrects, Emma laughs pushing him off. He smiles, melting back into his cozy bed, Emma sits next to him. “Mmm home” He hums softly, Emma fiddles with his hair.

“I love you” Emma whispers sweetly into his hair, kissing his forehead. A soft umph escapes her as Paul hits her with a pillow once more, rolling off the bed laughing. “I take it back” She grumbles, coughing some feathers out of her mouth. Paul leans forward, taking Emma's face in his hands.

“No, take-backs,” He says, kissing her again. He could do this forever.

~~~

“Are you seriously telling me you can’t tie a tie?” Tommy chides, looking up from his magazine as he lounges on Ted's bed. Ted stands in front of the mirror, growing exceedingly frustrated at the knot around his neck he claims to be a tie.

“Don't be mean, help me” He begs, tugging annoyed at the patterned garment. Tommy groans rolling off the bed. He stands joining his boyfriend in the mirror. Ted pouts as Tommy swats his hands away, intricately working on the tie, patting it flat once he's finished. “Perfect, thank you,” He says, kissing Tommy on the forehead before turning back to the mirror.

“You know I’ve showed you a million times right?” Tommy comments flopping back onto the bed. Ted bites down a knowing smile. It's not that he likes when Tommy helps him, its that he loves leaning forward, planting a surprise kiss directly onto Tommy, leaving him flustered a moment after.

“Yeah but I forgot” Ted admits, Tommy groans once more, laughing annoyed into a pillow he had used for propping his magazine on. Teds not going to lie, that sound had been sorely missed. And so had the flutter in his chest, the one he got everytime Tommy even batted an eye his way. “Shouldn't you be getting ready?” Ted remembers, checking the time. Tommy hums softly, flipping through the pages.

“Yes! But I don't want to” Tommy exclaims, Ted finishes his hair, deciding there is nothing more he can do for it before turning to Tommy. He gives the smaller boy a look, Tommy bites his lips before giving in. “My parents want me to wear this suit, and I hate how it feels” He complains, Ted moves towards the bed, squatting in front of Tommy who lays forward, his head resting in his hands.

“You don't have to wear the suit” Ted begins, Tommy tilts his sad head. “Ok, I wasn't sure when or how but...I asked Jackie for a favor…” Almost instantly Tommys face lights up. Ted giggles, taking Tommy's hand in his own. He stands, allowing Tommy to follow him towards the closet. Tommy clutches to Ted scared if he even missteps he will be gone, lost because Tommy failed to keep him. It's silly, he knows, but it's his silliness.

“Mmm not my favorite place” Tommy jokes, Ted stifles a laugh, nudging Tommy softly. He opens the door revealing a dress. Tommy's jaw dropped, just the reaction Ted had hoped for. The dress matched Teds burgundy theme, white lace to decorate it. It was of appropriate length, but perfectly flowy. Tommy continues gaping, Ted wraps his arms around the smaller boy from the back, his head leaning on Tommy's shoulder slightly. “Do you-

“Don't even finish, I love it” Tommy admires. Ted smiles triumphant, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. Tommy continues smiling as Ted releases his grip, Tommy moves forward taking the dress and excusing himself into the bathroom. Ted goes back to his own outfit, sitting at the tip of the bed as he ties his shoes. He hums softly allowing the silence to envelop him in his thoughts, the reality of his life, his situation everything that had happened hitting him. He didn't mean to cry and it wasn't ...bad per se but it did feel weird. He shakes his head, wiping away any remnants, everything was fine.

“Everything is fine” He repeats out loud, staring grimly at his reflection. His outfit is fine but everything just seems one-off. Not that he could think about it much as something catches his eyes in the mirror, the bathroom door sliding open, a very nervous Tommy stands in it. How many times must a person's jaw drop today? Tommy looked perfect in the dress, everything fit him and he was just…”Perfect” Ted marvels, his eyes might as well be pounding hearts.

“What?” Tommy laughs, spinning only slightly as his dress follows him.

“You look...perfect” Ted grins nodding, he's smooth, he's got this. Tommy squeals, Oh no...he does not got this. He expects more happy squeals and delighted smiles but Tommy’s face drops, he plops on the bed. “Tommy? What’s up?”  Ted asks, sitting next to him.

“I just don't know how my parents are going to react to...this” he gestures to himself, Ted bites his lip. “I should just go in the suit” He decides, his voice emulating quite the opposite sentiment. He stands but Ted stops him in his tracks.

“Gumdrop you can wear whatever you want but please… I want you to be comfortable, not itchy and...saggy” He tries, Tommy raises a brow. “I don't remember what you said” He admits, Tommy laughs, he stands on his tiptoes planting a soft kiss on Ted’s lips.

“Hey, you two” They pull apart quickly, being interrupted by Chad. He hides a coy smile, no matter how much he loves Tommy, he is still a father and he has rules. “Almost ready to go?” He asks, Tommy nods collecting his things. He folds his clothes putting them neatly on Ted's chair, knowing he’ll be back later to collect them. Ted finishes his last arrangements before stepping out of the room following his dad to the living room. With one more unsure glance in the mirror, Tommy follows them.

“Well look at you two” Henry claps, Chad smirks giving his husband a kiss on the cheek before retreating into the kitchen for a cup of tea. “You ready to sing?” he teases, Ted moans nervous, the churning in his stomach growing. Tommy takes his hands squeezing it supportively.

“You're going to do great!” Tommy encourages, kissing his cheek just the same. Henry excuses himself to the car, packing up some things for the ceremony. Chad joins him a moment after, helping with his own load. Tommy and Ted are left in the apartment. “Ready dearest?” Tommy inquires, leading Ted to the door.

“I hope so…” Ted mutters, following Tommy. He would follow him anywhere.

~~~

“Char, you need to take a breath” Jackie suggests, Charlotte shakes her head continuing her frantic pacing. “Here have some tea” Jackie offers holding up a fresh cup, Charlotte turns to her eyes wide completely baffled.

“No! No, I can't drink anything right now unless its water! It'll create stuff in my throat!”

“Bubbles!” Jackie shouts, she doesn't mean to but she can't deal with the stress. “You need to take a breather Char, please sit down and just breathe” Jackie begs, Charlotte pouts but heeds her advice nonetheless.  

“I'm sorry I just do not want to sing, I can’t sing, why did they ask me to sing today?” Charlotte rambles. Jackie sits next to her girlfriend taking her hand softly, she kisses her cheek lightly hoping her makeup doesn't smudge. The girls were waiting now at the wedding, they were early since they were not just guests but performers. “Where is Ted? And Tommy?” Charlotte rushes “They should be here by now” She notes, Jackie nods sighing. She stands taking Charlotte with her.

“You need to dance” She decides, Charlotte laughs nervously, her breath shaky.

“Really? Right now?” Charlotte whines, Jackie nods swaying slowly around the room following the steps of the band warming up. Though a little clunky they make it through, dancing around the room and soon Charlotte forgets her past worries and allows the music to guide her. After a while they flop back onto the couch, sighing content. “Better?”

“Much better” Charlotte yawns cuddling up closer to Jackie, they have awhile before they have to do anything so they spend the rest of the time just relaxing. It's definitely just what both girls needed before the wedding.

~~~

“No no! That's supposed to be over there!” Ted corrects. The man, presumingly the one in charge of flowers, scatters fixing his mistake quickly. “Ugh imbeciles,” He says, Tommy laughs playing with Ted’s freehand while the other clutches to a clipboard. “It's not funny Tommy” Though he is still frustrated his voice softens, he's not mad at Tommy, no reason to take it out on him.

“Mmhm” Tommy hums, Ted rolls his eyes walking towards the arch. Tommy follows him admiring the garden, it was perfect. “It’s…” Tommy marvels

“Wrong! All wrong!” Ted grumbles, Tommy takes his chin facing him towards himself. “What?” Ted pouts, Tommy kisses him.

“You need to calm down, it looks beautiful dearest” Tommy complements, Ted sighs. It does look wonderful, Ted has worked hard he was just...stressed. “Now come, we have other things to check on” Tommy interlaces his fingers with a very reluctant Ted and leads him towards the two tents. They peek in waving as they approach Jackie, Charlotte, Emma and Paul.

“Looks great Ted” Paul comments, Tommy rubs his boyfriend’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Thanks I guess…” Ted grumbles looking over his list, his soft mumbling of different things he needs to do. “Ok can I enlist your help?” Ted hopes, Paul and Jackie shoot up, Tommy purses his lips happily at the trio. “Jackie can you take Emma to food? Make sure it’s all accounted for?” The girls nod sharing a quick handshake before leaving. “Awesome” He says flatly. “Gumdrop will you check in on music with Paul?” Tommy nods, Paul gives awkward finger guns before following Tommy out of the room. “Guess you're with me” He tells Charlotte, she smiles taking his hand to stand.

~~~

“S’cuse me?” Tommy asks politely tapping on one of the musicians. They turn a flashing grin on their face, Paul stands idle looking over the list Ted gave him.

“Can I help you kid?” The gruff man sounds exactly as expected, low and smooth. He takes notice of Paul, a greeting of clicking his tongue. Tommy gleams taking the list from Paul, freely of course, Paul wasn't much of a talker.  

“I just need to make sure everything is in working order!” Tommy says, the man shrugs giving him permission. “A harp player?” The man nods pointing to a woman practicing, he checks it off. Tommy continues until he's finished turning satisfactorily towards Paul, his dress spinning with him.

“I like your dress” Paul comments, Tommy smiles thankfully “Jackie I'm assuming” Tommy nods, they walk slowly now indulging a nice conversation checking in on other things just for it. It was getting heated in the most friendly way debating over silly things for the fun of it. “Oh!” Tommy exclaims delighted “You can't mean that” he laughs, Paul laughs back. “See I th-”

“Tommy?” Tommy stops turning, he might have gasped but why should he be surprised. Teagan and Eric looked so disappointed Tommy wanted to laugh, that might be the only look he’d ever seen cross their face. “What on god’s green earth are you wearing?” Teagen seethed. Tommy didn't trust himself to answer, Paul on the other hand…

“It's called a dress, miss Sweet” He informs dryly. Paul exams her outfit, thank god for Jackie “But I see how you could miss that…” He says clearly alluding towards her own outfit, she looked like an off-brand royal member. Teagans eyes widen, a vicious scoff escapes.

“Do you know who I am?” She threatens, Eric puffs out his chest.

“No, frankly I don't” Paul admits, Tommy’s shoulders fall a small pout. He appreciates what Pauls trying to do but he would like to leave. Teagan scoffs once more, Tommy averts his gaze.

“You really are quite a charmer aren't you Tommy?” She smirks, Paul ushers the pair back a little as she moves forward. “Everyone just loves you, don’t they? What are you, his other boyfriend?” And as if something connected them they both felt the same emotion. It wasn't the assumption that he was with Tommy, but the way that she talked about her son that set Paul off. Tommy felt offended on behalf of Ted and Paul, how dare she?

“Mom just stop, ok? For once don't make everything about you, it's a wedding!” Tommy exclaims, Paul smirks to the ground “I need to go help Ted so that's exactly what I'm going to do” Tommy decides, Teagan goes for more but Paul shrugs walking away following Tommy.

“That was impressive” Paul quipped, Tommy gives him a weak smile feeling more uncomfortable in his dress than ever before.

“Please don't mention it to Ted, he has enough on his plate” Tommy requests, Paul nods despite knowing he wouldn't be keeping this secret. Ted would want to know, out of all the people, he would want to know.

Paul wonders how they ended up here, the year started out so light. Racing through the halls trying to get away from a less than happy principal, playing smash bros with Ted, coffee runs with his sister. He hates to admit it but he wishes he could start the year over. He would give Ted his mom back, he wouldn't even look at Billy, he’d make it all better. It sounds stupid, he knows, but he would trade anything, anything for a year of betterment than...whatever their year was.

~~~

“Nervous?” Ted wonders, checking in on his father one last time. Henry scoffs adjusting his cufflinks in the mirror, Ted smirks. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ ” Ted teases, Henry laughs finishing his adjustments. The tent is empty now as everyone takes their position, eager to push on.

“No no, I would be nervous if I wasn't sure” Henry hums. Ted, who itches for anything of his parents past or feelings, listens. “But I have been in love with that man for over twenty-four years, I’d be more nervous at the fact that I wasn't sure” Henry jokes

“S’cute” Ted mumbles, rubbing his eyes for a smidgen of adrenaline “Well I'm going to go get started, you good in here?” Ted checks one more time. Henry nods returning to the mirror. Ted smiles as he advances to the garden, bustling people clamoring over their chairs. He spots Charlotte by the band warming up and testing her vocals with the sound. She waves brightly at him before continuing, Jackie sits watching her with pride.

“Ok fine I wouldn't kill Eugene but like-” Paul joins Ted

“It’s not even a debate Paul, there is no ‘but’” Ted replies without missing a beat. “You don't kill Eugene” Paul sighs rolling his eyes. “Don't be sad, because sad spelled backwards is das and das not gut” Ted quotes, Paul snickers nudging his friend.

“Hey, look at how far you've come” Paul reminds “You used to be a jerk, and now you're a wedding planner and a jerk” Paul jokes “But honestly, look at you! You're out, you've got an awesome boyfriend, killer friends-” He gestures to himself, Ted sucks in a sharp doubtful breath “Great parents” Paul compliments, Ted snorts

“You've been hanging out with Jackie too much” Ted decides “You forgot the alien” Ted notes, Paul cocks his head. “The one I rescued from Area 51? Yeah, his name is Gordon and he's a chef” Ted announces, Paul nods diligently “Not to sound sad on main but you ever miss…” He trails off

“The beginning of the year? Yeah kinda” Paul admits finishing Ted’s thought. “Ted your mom would be really proud of you, seriously. She would love Tommy, she’s always loved your voice and acting, and you planned a wedding!” Paul rejoices, Ted gives him a grateful smile in return. “Also I have reserved one dance for us, because no matter what you and Tommy are, we are the OG's” He says wistfully, Ted throws his head back laughing.

“Still not interested Paul” Ted teases thinking back on his many years of putting up with his best friend.

“Still don’t care” He quips in return, Ted rolls his eyes. “Hey look its-

“My bitch” Ted instantly shakes his head “Nope, not me, did not work, regret it, 0/10 would not recommend,” He says as Tommy approaches a confused look befalls his face. Tommy smiles wary, Paul tries hard not to laugh but nods. “Hi” He says simply

“Hi dear...you good?” Tommy checks, Ted gives him to thumbs up, blushing red as he does so.

“Yes I think everything is ready and gucci to go” He decides going through his list one more time. Emma approaches sliding her hand into Pauls, he greets her with a kiss before turning to Ted.

“Flowers are good to go! And so is everything else!” She muses, Ted shoots her a grateful glances. “All there’s left is to-”

“Get married” The group turns, Chad stands proudly, Ted smirks nodding his head.

“Looking good pops!” He shakes his head instantly, Tommy and Paul stifle more laughs. Ted turns to Tommy sighing “I need sleep” He nods leading his boyfriend towards the seats. Chad smiles allowing the rest of the children to take their seats. “I’ll be right back” Ted whispers going up to his father.

“Sup” Chad jokes, Ted laughs rolling his eyes. Chad nudges his son, giving him a tight hug. “Thank you Ted”  The boy cocks his head “For everything, out of all of this, you are the best thing to happen all year”

“Hey, that's not fair to me” The pair turn, small gasps from Chad as his eyes fall on Henry. Ted gleams nodding.

“I am pretty amazing” Ted teases, Henry shoves him receiving one back. They continue before Henry ultimately wins, wrapping his arms around Ted. “Ew affection”

“I’m marrying a child” Chad mumbles rolling his eyes as he separates the pair. “If we ever get married” He groans, Henry pouts but nods defeated.

“Alright, I’m going dear” He says, a quick squeeze to Chad's arm before he rushes to the altar. Chad turns to Ted nodding, a brief hug before Ted returns to Tommy. He looks to Charlotte who might be too busy watching Jackie, a clearing of the throat and she begins.

“Wise men say…” She starts slow, her voice carrying as the crowd silences. Chad shakes his head playfully, remembering the first time he did this. A lot less people were there, and hell was he nervous. “Only fools rush in” She sings, smiling at her professor. Chad takes a breath before taking his first step. It's silly isn't it, they didn't have to go through all of this. They were dramatic though, what did you expect?

Soon enough he finds himself at the end of the aisle and shaking. Ted stands leading him the final way up, kissing both his parents on the cheek as the song finishes he sits once more.

“Falling in love….with..you” She bows accordingly before taking an excited chair next to Jackie. A sweet kiss as congratulations. The ceremony went pretty fast on its own.

“Chad, my love” Henry begins, soon enough wailing and sobs can be heard. Henry sighs as Chad laughs through his tears. “We have been together for twenty four years, you have been my-

“Dad! You’re boring me!” Ted interjects. Henry turns, scoffing. Ted smiles as Tommy buries his head.  “Kidding!” Henry faces Chad once more.

“Could I borrow that” He gestures to Chads bouquet, his partner laughs handing it over. He chucks it delicately at Ted who catches it, the crowd laughs. “Ok, anyway” He eyes Ted “Chad, I don't have much more to say that I haven't told you every morning and every night. I love you, more than words or weddings or anything can describe. I would give you the world, but you are my world” Chad stifles his own sobs, squeezing maybe a little harder than he needed to on Henry's hands.

“Fuck, that’s a really good line” Ted whispers to Tommy, his boyfriend takes his hand and places it over Ted’s mouth. “Mmmmmmmm” He tries to speak.

“I love you but shush” Tommy begs, Ted rolls his eyes but agrees.

“My turn!” Chad hopes, practically buzzing with affection and adoration.“Henry, from the moment I saw you across the highschool theatre, to the moment you kissed me under the barren lights of the stage” Henry smirks, feeling a blush occur. “I love you, I don't know how else to put it. How do you put the truth into words? I love you so much Henry” He admits, not...no not admits. Reaffirms, as he would do until the day he took a dying breath. Soon enough the ‘I do’s’ are through and their lips are locked. Cheers erupt as they embrace excited, a much too impatient Ted jumps up wrapping them up in his arms. And for this moment, just this frozen sophisticated moment of pure delight.

It was perfect

...for now

[something-tofightfor]

(s)He’s a Tiger

Pairing: Ryan Brenner x Reader

Word Count: 5975

Rating: N S F W 

Summary: The night of your gallery opening, you and Ryan decide it’s time to finish something that started in Las Vegas. 

You need to read Neon Lights and the first chapter of Just a Place to understand where this is coming from... and why it’s such a big deal. 

Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this for MONTHS, and finally feel like it’s right. Since there’s no smut at all in NL or JaP and there is a severe lack of Ryan Brenner zest on here... I felt that I needed to give this to them. 

Also.... part two will be from Ryan’s POV, so you’ve been warned. 

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The drive home from the gallery was no different than the one to it - you and Ryan keeping up a steady stream of conversation, his fingers wrapped tightly around yours on the center console as he steered with one hand.  You knew that he was trying to distract you from the previously discussed topic, but it wasn’t working. All you could think about was him - the fact that he didn’t want to wait, the fact that he’d thought things through and prepared - that he wanted to be with you as much as you wanted to be with him - as much as you’d wanted to be with him for a year. I’m going to get to… he’s going to… You shook your head, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he turned onto your driveway, pressing the button to open your gate before he drove through it. “Hey.” His voice was quiet in the dark, and as he stopped the car, removing the keys from the ignition, Ryan shifted in his seat to turn toward you, pulling his hand from yours. “I didn’t mean to be… I didn’t want to assume that this was the…” He stopped himself, swearing under his breath. “This is…”

 “Ryan?” You spoke quickly, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t. I want this. I want you.” You’re all I want. You watched his lips quirk up into a smile along with the slight ducking of his head. “Don’t question this. Please.” He nodded, but only once, and then locked eyes with you again, the expression on his face one of relief, even in the dim light. 

 “Yeah?” You nodded too, leaning in and kissing him on the lips briefly, hand tightening on his shoulder. “Ok.” He sniffed, and when he spoke again, you heard resolve in his voice. “We’ll go inside, and you should go and get changed, yeah?” You nodded, feeling his hand sliding up your arm. “I’ve got a few things I need to take care of.” 

 “What -” He shook his head, the smile on his lips seeming to light up the darkness of the car. 

 “Don’t worry about it.” He leaned in, mouth next to your ear. “I wanna do this right for you, you deserve it.” You felt him shift, the skin of his bearded cheek rubbing against yours as he took your earlobe between his lips and then his teeth, biting gently. “I’m gonna do right by you. I’ve been thinkin’ about this for so long.” He sat up, pulling back from you and exited the car, heading toward the main door and unlocking it before he glanced back over his shoulder at you, his eyes looking bottomless in the glare of the security light. “You comin’?” Hopefully very soon. You smiled at the thought and nodded your head, following Ryan’s footsteps into the house where you dropped your purse onto the couch as you passed by it, turning toward your room. “See you in a few?” You nodded again, your hand on the doorknob. 

 “Ryan?” He stopped at the top of the stairs leading to the basement, turning halfway back to you with a focused look on his face. “What should I wear?” He thought for a moment and then you watched as his eyes darkened, the smile that graced his lips sending a shudder throughout your body. He’s never looked at me like that before. 

 “Somethin’ you won’t mind losin’, hmm?” Oh. Biting your lip, you nodded back, watching as Ryan’s eyes slid down your body and then back up to your face. “Somethin’ …” He paused, swallowing and you decided to respond in kind, licking your lips. 

 “I got it, Ry.” Turning away from him, you reached behind you, pulling the zipper of your dress down to give him a glimpse of your bare back before you stepped into your bedroom. “Loud and clear.” You heard him groan quietly, but the sound was lost in your laugh as you moved further into your bedroom and toward your dresser. 

 Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting. What is he doing? You hadn’t heard anything from outside of the room you were in, but you’d been surprised to see the pool lights come on in the backyard only a few minutes after you’d left Ryan, just as you pulled an oversized white t shirt of his over your head without putting on a bra. If he’s going to take it off of me, why worry about it? You’d paired it with black boyshorts, wanting to have something to cover your lower half beneath the shirt, but you’d removed all of your makeup, pulling your hair into a ponytail. 

 The longer you waited, the more nervous you got. What if I disappoint him? What if I’m not what he wants? You picked at the nail of one thumb with the fingers of your other hand, staring out the window toward the back yard, but there was still silence from the rest of the house. It’s been two years, what if I can’t… “Hey.” You looked up, startled, and saw that Ryan was in the doorway, leaning against the frame in the same pose he’d been in when he’d come out of the Flamingo bathroom talking about her, arm crossed over his chest to grip his opposite shoulder. No. Not tonight. She doesn’t get to ruin this. He’d changed too, into a pair of loose pants and a dark t shirt, his feet bare, and while he looked excited, he also seemed nervous.“You wanna come with me?” 

 His voice was low, anxious and filled with desire all at the same time, and you stood, crossing the room toward him. “I do, Ryan.” His eyes followed your movement, lingering on your bare legs before they moved back to your face. “We’re not stayi-” As you got closer, Ryan’s arm shot out toward you, gripping you by the shoulder and pulling you closer. 

 “No.” He cleared his throat, leaning down to kiss your temple, his other hand moving to your waist. “I got somethin’ ready for you.” What? Ryan stood up straight again and brought the hand from your shoulder up to your face, thumb dragging over the skin of your neck and cheek before moving across your lips slowly, his gaze focused entirely on you. “We’re goi-” You opened your mouth slightly, feeling the pad of his thumb against your teeth and Ryan stopped speaking, sucking in a breath as he bent his finger, his own lips parting as he watched the tip of it disappear into your mouth. 

 Running your tongue along the edge of it, you pursed your lips and sucked gently, fighting the urge to close your eyes as he pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth, the hand at your waist pulling you flush against his body. He indulged you for a few seconds, your tongue swirling around the end of his finger and then he pulled his hand away, the edge of his thumbnail catching on your lip. “Ryan, what…” He groaned, closing his eyes and leaning in to kiss you without saying a word. He’d brushed his teeth in the time you’d been apart; you could taste the mint on his tongue as it met yours - much like you had the first time you’d ever kissed him. Gotta be a coincidence, right? “Mmm, Ry, you gotta…” 

 “I gotta what?” He pulled away slightly, his lips moving from your mouth to your cheek and then to your jaw, arms still holding you close, the one at your waist sliding around to rest on your lower back. “You gonna tell me what I gotta do right now, or are you gonna let me do this my way, the way this needs to be?” You didn’t speak - you couldn’t, instead shaking your head back and forth and feeling him smile against your skin. “That’s what I thought. C’mere.” He released you from his grasp, stepping backwards out the door and back into the hallway. 

 Following him, you reached for the hand he offered, feeling his fingers close around yours as he led you down the hallway and back toward the living room. The house was silent and dark, the only light coming from the staircase that led to the lower floor. “Ryan?” You were whispering, and he stopped at the top of the stairs, turning to face you fully and letting go of your hand. “We’re going down there?” He nodded, reaching up to your cheek with one hand, brushing back some of the loose strands of hair that framed your face before tugging gently on the portion held in place by the elastic band, winking. 

 “We are. You gotta trust me.” I do. “Ready?” A single nod was all you gave him, and he turned away from you, again reaching back to make sure that your hand was in his and that you were connected in some way as he began walking down the steps. He was still quiet as you reached the bottom, and you tore your eyes away from his broad back to look around at the room. It looked different than it had before, still lit by the table lamps that your father had chosen, but the shelves empty of most of the book collection that had filled them for years. Ryan led you through the shelves and past the sauna, past the gym room, even past the area where your guitar had been kept, finally stopping just before the doors that opened into the sunroom that overlooked the pool. Oh. 

 The lights in that room were all off, but you could see the reflection of the pool water on the ceiling, waves of light moving gracefully as it bathed parts of the room in a rippling blue hue and your heart began to pound. The cushions from the room’s furniture had been removed, placed on the floor and then covered with spare blankets and pillows to make it comfortable  - and to keep it from moving too much. “Ryan…” You were frozen on the spot, eyes moving over his shoulder and around the room, unsure of what to say. He did this for me. “Ryan, you…” 

 “I told you in Vegas,” he said as he turned and moved closer, the darkness of his eyes apparent even in the dim lighting. “You deserve all the nights. You deserve the best.” He shook his head. “You deserve someone that’s gonna make you see… I love you. I wanna be the person that makes you feel all that.” He put one finger under your chin, tilting your head back so that you were looking into his eyes. “I only got one shot at this, and I’m gonna make sure it’s right.” He licked his lips almost nervously before leaning in, mouth close to your ear. He took a breath and you heard his teeth click together, felt the movement of his jaw before he lowered his face to your shoulder, his arms encircling you. His heart is beating just as hard as mine. “Let me love you.” 

 You slid a hand beneath the bottom hem of his shirt, fingers moving across his back and then upward, nails raking along his skin as you nodded your head. Without warning, Ryan turned his head so that his mouth was on the base of your neck, sliding his hands down lower on your body, his fingers skimming over the curves below your waist. It was as handsy as he’d ever gotten with you and you sighed contentedly as his fingers made contact with the bare skin below the edges of your shorts. It was just his fingertips, roughened with all the years of work he’d done and his guitar playing -  but it was enough, and his name left your lips in a low whine, your forehead falling against his shoulder against your will. He tightened his grip at the same time as his teeth bit down gently on your skin, beard scratching against the hollow of your throat. He’s going to destroy me, this is already too much. 

 “I wanna take your shirt off.” He was speaking quietly. “I mean… I wanna take my shirt off of you.” He kissed you again, hands still roaming on the backs of your thighs. “That seems like a good place to start, doesn’t it?” You nodded, straightening up and letting your hands fall to your sides and stepping back from him as his fingers made their way back up the outside of your legs, his eyes downcast. “Watch.” You nodded once, looking down and taking a deep breath as his fingers found the hem of the shirt. This is it. He pulled the material upward, exposing your body inch by inch and even though you wanted to watch his hands - you also wanted to see the look on his face, watch him react to what he was doing, watch him finally  see all of you. 

 Once the material rose halfway up your sides, you took another breath, lifting your arms - and raising your gaze to Ryan’s face. His mouth was slightly open, and you continued to watch as Ryan lifted the shirt further, the soft material moving upward gently as if he was unwrapping a gift. Maybe he is. He groaned as your chest was finally exposed to him, eyes closing briefly before the shirt blocked your view of him for a few seconds. When it was removed and Ryan had tossed it to the side unceremoniously, you stood before him wearing only the shorts. 

 Instead of dropping your hands to your sides, you took advantage of his proximity, stepping closer and using one hand to cup his cheek, fingers moving through his beard. He said your name and then he moved, hands going to your hips as he pulled you toward him, fingers kneading the skin beneath them as his mouth latched on at your throat for long moments. You moved your hand back and pulled on his hair, the strands silky beneath your fingers as Ryan’s mouth worked it way upward before he kissed you roughly. “Wanna taste every inch of you,” he mumbled against your lips. “I’m not gonna stop, it’s not gonna be enough.” 

 “Good.” You let go of his hair, kissing him again and Ryan’s hands slid down, fingers moving between the material of your shorts and the skin at your hips, digging in before he moved both hands upward again slowly. “Ryan, you…” Biting your lower lip as he removed his mouth from yours, you closed your fingers around the material of his shirt. Neither of his hands were soft, per se, but the fingers on his right hand - ones you’d felt many times against your palms or your arms - even against your cheek - felt different from those on his left. And it was his left hand that Ryan used to skim your body from your hip upward, palm flat against your side as he worked up your ribs - you felt dizzy at his touch, the calloused digits scattering your thoughts. He’s barely touching me. He took deep breaths, steadying himself and you realized that he’d backed you toward the nest he’d created on the floor, the backs of your calves meeting the blankets. “Ryan.” You swallowed, eyes closing as he bit down on your bare shoulder. “I wanna see you, Ryan, I -” 

 Abruptly, Ryan pulled away from you, dropping both hands from your body and swiftly pulling the shirt over his own head, letting it fall to the floor. You’d seen Ryan shirtless many times before, but now you had permission to touch him freely - neither of you were going to stop, and so you acted. His pants hung low on his hips, the dark hair on his abdomen contrasting sharply with the pale skin of his body, and your fingers found it easily. He stared at you hungrily and even in the low light, you watched as his jaw worked, eyes moving over your almost nude body. “You…” He shook his head, long hair falling over his eye. “You’re perfect.” Heart thumping in your chest, you lowered yourself onto the cushions, never breaking eye contact with Ryan as you braced yourself with your hands, scooting away from the edge of the cushions. Come here. He followed your wordless command, sinking down to his knees in front of you before raising his hands again - this time to your shoulders to push you onto your back before he leaned forward, hands pressed into the blankets on either side of you 

 We’ve waited long enough, Ryan. You nodded your head almost imperceptibly as he looked down at you, eyes still focused on your face. Without speaking, you reached over, pulling one of his hands from the cushions and placing it on the center of your chest, his eyes following the movement. The glance downward as you laid on your back was all Ryan needed, the hand moving to the right and squeezing. You gasped out his name at the change in contact, and with a happy sigh realized that you’d guided the left hand to your chest. I know what I want. His roughened forefinger moved in a slow circle over your peaked nipple, causing it to stiffen further and you closed your eyes at the sensation. Ryan. 

 He didn’t remove his hand from your skin before he lowered his mouth to your neck, and the combination of his lips and tongue moving over your skin as he used two fingers to pinch your nipple as the rest of them squeezed the tender flesh of your breast left you breathless. You knew what he was doing almost before he did it, even though you’d never had anything like this with Ryan before, and weren’t surprised when he continued to work down toward your chest with his mouth, a damp trail marking his progress. But Ryan surprised you, lifting his head and bringing his mouth back up and near your ear, body shifting so that his hip was pressed against your thigh. 

 “You know what I thought about on the trains at night?” His voice was low in your ear, and you froze, unable to answer. “I’ll tell you.” He sighed and you felt his breath moving over your skin, a chill coursing through your body when it hit the places on your neck and chest he’d dampened with his lips and tongue. “I thought about what it would feel like to hold ‘nto you like this. About what you’d feel like next to me.” His right hand moved from the previous spot it had taken up residence - the curve of your hip - and slid upward, his fingertips learning the contours of your body as they traced along your skin. “I thought about tellin’ you, just about every time I talked to you, every time I sent you a text.” His face moved again, just enough so that you felt the gentle scrape of his beard against your earlobe, his teeth grazing against the line of your jaw. “About how bad I wanted you, about how much I needed you, how I wanted to see you again.” 

 You’d thought about intimacy with Ryan a great deal, and would have been lying to yourself if you didn’t admit there had been nights when you’d lain in bed, imagining what it would feel like if his fingers replaced yours, wishing that you knew what it was like to feel his beard against the sensitive skin beneath your belly button, his lips fused to yours again. In the dark and empty house, you’d almost been able to hear his voice speaking quietly into your ear, telling you how good you felt, how much he wanted you, how long he’d waited to touch you - but no amount of fantasizing could have prepared you for the real thing. “Ryan, I want -”

 “I’m gonna give you what you want.” He spoke in a low tone, eyes on yours. “But I’ve never wanted anythin’ as much as I want you right now, and ‘m gonna take my time doin’ it.” He leaned back down to kiss you on the mouth, your hand rising up to the back of his head, holding him close to you. He pulled away from you and took a deep breath, and you realized that no matter how long each kiss was - no matter how many times he kissed you, none of them would be enough for you. “Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” You nodded wordlessly, heart thundering in your chest as Ryan’s eyes disappeared from view and he lowered his face to your body again, lips making contact above your heart. 

 You wanted to remember every second of what he was doing to you, but the truth was that you couldn’t think straight when Ryan was touching you. You’d wanted him like this for a year, hands on and fully involved with you, and the fact that it was finally happening was too much for you to process at once. You felt his mouth - damp and warm - against one breast, fingers giving the other attention as he closed his teeth around the nipple, tongue flicking against it. Crying out, your back arched without pause, hands firmly in his hair as you held him in place, desperate for him to never stop, to never move. But he did, switching sides, tongue trailing across the valley of your chest before he took your other nipple into his mouth, biting down just a little harder this time. Feels so good. You couldn’t speak, and felt rather than heard the noises coming out of your throat with every pass of his tongue against your skin, each of which seemed to spur Ryan on. 

 After some time - minutes, maybe, or hours, you weren’t sure - you realized that instead of tugging on Ryan’s hair to keep him in place, you were pushing him downward, your hips lifting off of the bed. Want you Ryan, want you to… “Ryan.” It wasn’t that you said his name so much as you moaned it, legs raising the lower half of your body to rock against his. “Please, I need… I… just…” Unsure of exactly what you were saying, you heard him laugh quietly before he sat up straight, causing your hands to fall away from his body in surprise, eyes opening wide as you looked up at him. 

 He moved and knelt at your feet, both hands coming off of your body completely, Ryan illuminated by the outdoor lights behind him. You stared at him without restraint, eyes raking over his body and committing every muscle to memory. This is all I want. Everything I need. You knew that your chest was heaving, his prior actions leaving you almost breathless - unable to think clearly. You watched silently as Ryan’s tattooed fingers wrapped around your ankle, squeezing gently as he urged your leg into a bent position before his large hand slid up your calf, the edge of his nail against the back of your leg sending a shockwave through your body. Holding your breath, you widened your eyes as he bent over, lips following the path of his hand up your right leg, tongue flicking out every so often as he worked his way up the length of your leg toward your torso. 

 When his lips reached the bottom edge of your shorts he sat up again, repeating the action with your other leg, but this time, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of the only piece of clothing you still wore, glancing up at you once and raising an eyebrow in question. You’d never nodded in agreement to anything so quickly, and the smile that spread across Ryan’s face sent a shiver through your body as you felt the material sliding down your legs slowly. He guided one leg up even further to pull them over your foot and then simply let the fabric fall against the blankets, no longer concerned with it since it wasn’t covering you. 

 Rising up further onto your elbows, you watched Ryan, his eyes moving over your body slowly, taking everything in. You felt his palms against your thighs, squeezing gently before they moved on, one thumb brushing against the crease of skin where your leg met your body before they moved further upward, his fingertips against your ribs before he reached your breasts, pushing them together. You knew that after waiting so long, most men would have simply foregone the touching, all of the lead-up to get to what they wanted most, but Ryan’s purposeful actions told you that he wanted much more than a connection or a release - he wanted every bit of you. Ryan swiped both thumbs over the fullest parts of your breasts before letting go, one hand falling to his side and the other reaching up to push his hair away  from his eyes. “You OK?” You managed a nod, realizing that you were so tightly wound that you couldn’t form words, and Ryan’s hands moved back to your knees, which were still bent. 

 He didn’t break eye contact with you as he used those large hands to push your legs apart, your feet sliding across the blankets as you aided him. He’s… oh, Ryan. Ryan took a deep breath, moving into position between your spread legs and beginning the torturously slow journey of his hands down your legs and back toward your torso, leaning forward as he did. As Ryan’s body lowered, you watched as his hair slipped out of place again, long locks falling over his eyes and you felt your lips twitch slightly at the sight. My favorite. Ryan only looked away from you when his lips touched the skin of your abdomen, one soft kiss after another left there. It felt better than you’d imagined it would, the sensation of his lips heightened by the gentle drag of his beard on your lower stomach, not leaving any centimeter of bared skin untouched. You cried out as he dipped his tongue into your navel, licking once before using his teeth to scrape against the skin as he moved lower. 

 Ryan’s hands were locked on your hips, thumbs pressing down on bone as his fingers curved around your body, holding you in place. “Just for a second,” he murmured against you, breath heating your already warm skin. “Just gotta taste…” Fighting with yourself not to fall apart as his mouth dropped even more, you watched the top of Ryan’s head move, your fingers gripping the blankets tightly. Ryan kissed his way across the area between his thumbs, beginning to move them in slow circles, not letting up on the pressure he was applying. I can’t focus, I don’t know what to - 

 The sound that left your throat when his breath hit the dampness between your legs was unlike anything you’d ever made before - a mix between a yelp and a prolonged moan, and it spurred Ryan on, his head tilting slightly to the side without pause. You collapsed onto your back as he extended his tongue, the thick muscle delving deeply into you - over and over, as if he was trying to consume you with each movement. “Ryan.” You swallowed, grip on the blankets tightening as your legs fell open wider, toes curling. “Ryan. Ryan” The third time you said his name, you realized that you were whispering, barely able to get the single word out. Finally. 

 He continued for a few moments longer before moving his mouth upward, teeth grazing your skin before his tongue flicked out again, moving back and forth over the most sensitive place on your body as if he’d done it to you a hundred times before instead of this being the first. Without warning, Ryan’s tongue stopped, lips closing around you as he sucked - first gently and then harder after you’d cried out his name again, legs going rigid as you tensed every muscle in your body. But he pulled away quickly - too soon. Way too soon - and sat up straight again, still pushing down on your hips. “Too much?” He spoke quietly, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, and you gave a single shake of your head, eyes finally open again. 

 “N...never, Ry.” He grinned at the words, letting go of your body and putting his hands on his waist, but you shot up into a sitting position, shaking your head. “No, please.” You licked your lips, one hand reaching out to grab his wrist, the other going to the side of his face. “Let me, Ryan, I need... Please.” He moved his hands away from his body, bringing them up to your face. Gently, he cradled it between his large palms as he stared at you, eyes full of a longing that you imagined was reflected in your own. You took that as a sign, reaching out to him with both hands and trailing your fingers down his sides and then over his belly, nails catching in the elastic waistband of his low-hanging pants.

 Ryan closed the distance between your faces, pressing his forehead to yours and then glancing down, you doing the same. The two of you watched together as you pulled on the elastic with one hand and reached into his pants with the other, finally wrapping your fingers around his length before you carefully pulled his pants down, the material bunching slightly after you’d freed him. He sucked in a breath as you made contact with his skin, your name whispered as his hands fell away from you, hanging limply at his sides. Oh, fuck. You moved your hand slowly along his length a few times, your free hand on his hip, foreheads still pressed together. This is happening. I’m touching him, I… fuck. “Jesus.” Ryan’s response was little more than a moan, and he gave you a chance to make a few exploratory movements before he brought a hand up, covering yours with his own and closing his fingers around you, guiding your movement. Ryan lowered his body so that the backs of his thighs rested on his calves,changing your angle slightly, and it it made all the difference. You gently tugged, pulling your joined hands away from his torso, building a rhythm by following his lead and letting him guide you. He turned his face slightly, still looking down. “Thought about you.” He spoke, fighting to get the words out. “Always ‘magined you touchin’ me like this.” He groaned your name, bringing his free hand back to your head, fingers tangling in your hair, the elastic loose. “Feels so damn…” He groaned again, flexing his fingers around yours and hissing at the change in pressure. “So much better.” 

 Ryan groaned again and turned his head back, smashing his lips against yours in an almost predatory kiss, letting emotion take over. As he kissed you, biting at your lips and using his hand to angle your head, you kept moving your hand, the pad of your thumb rubbing over his tip, spreading the gathered moisture there as your hand traveled up and down, wrist twisting every now and then for a change of pace. Ryan’s tongue slipped into your mouth at the same moment his hand pulled away from yours, and it was your turn to cry out as you felt it make contact with the area between your legs where his tongue had previously been, a long finger pushing its way inside of you as his thumb rubbed against the still swollen bundle of nerves. Left hand. It’s his left hand, I… You cried out again, hips jerking toward him as each of you continued what you were doing and Ryan added another finger, your hands moving between your bodies as your lips locked above them. 

 The kiss turned even sloppier as your movements changed, and you realized that if you continued, one or both of you were likely to come before you’d had a chance to feel him inside you. Not the first time, it needs to be... He needs… But like he could read your thoughts, Ryan pumped his fingers inside of you twice more and then withdrew them, pulling his lips from yours as well and taking a long shaky breath, steadying himself. “Lay down.” You did as he asked, Ryan pausing long enough to remove his pants and pull your shorts off completely before he stretched his body out, one knee bent slightly for balance as he knelt over you. “I’ve waited for this,” he said, eyes on yours. “For a year.” You nodded, hand moving up to touch his hair. “A fuckin’ year.” I know, Ryan. Me too.  Leaning down, he kissed you again - deep and long and slow, the kiss that he’d been withholding until that moment. You felt him give himself over to you in it, and you responded in kind, not holding anything back. Why would I? 

 Breaking away, Ryan took a shuddering breath, a small smile on his lips. He groped above your head with one hand, eyes flicking up and you heard the crinkling sound of a condom packet between his fingers, seeing the gleam of it in the low light as he tore it open. “I love you.” 

 “Love you too, Ry.” Your heart pounding, you waited a moment as he removed the rubber from the packet, straightening up and rolling it on without pause. You watched as he stroked himself, dark eyes on you, tongue poking out between his teeth. I wanna touch him. You looked at Ryan in the low light, the reflections from the pool casting shadows across his body - rippling stripes of darkness against the pale skin, and you felt your heart swell. He’s mine. You reached out with one hand and Ryan moved quickly, leaning back down and dropping his hand from his body, using it to prop himself up above you. “Ryan.” You murmured his name against his lips, kissing him, and you felt him scrunch his nose, upper lip lifting slightly. “Ryan, I…” He nodded, lips pressing against yours once more before you felt him rock his hips against you, somehow seeming more solid than he had felt only a few minutes before in your hand. 

 You unconsciously lifted your hips to meet his, right leg hooking around Ryan’s left thigh. He took a deep breath, pressing his forehead against yours again, some of his hair the only barrier between your skin, and before you’d had a chance to react, you felt him pressing against your entrance, pausing only for a second before he thrust his hips, a few inches of his length sinking into you. The feeling of it was unexpected even though you’d been waiting, and you gasped at the sensation, Ryan sucking in a breath as your hands left the blankets and moved to his sides, fingers digging into his skin. He pulled his hips back and then forward again, slowly entering you all the way and you couldn’t help your body’s reaction, flexing toward him until he was in as deep as the angle would allow. 

 Ryan said your name once, giving himself a second to adjust and then he thrust his hips again, moving within you. Ryan’s forehead slipped away from yours and with a low growl, he dropped his lips to your shoulder, closing his teeth around the skin hard - causing you to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Without lessening the grip of is teeth on your skin, Ryan began to move his hips, gradually increasing the pace - and decreasing your limited ability to think straight with him on top of you. Oh, holy fuck. 

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Lynn Gunn Beats 1 Radio Interview Transcript

Travis Mills: I got Lyndsey from PVRIS in the studio.

Lynn: WOOOO!

T: What’s goin’ on?

L: Nothing! I am super late, I’m sorry *snickers*

T: No, you’re fine, you’re fine! We’re making it work, we’re making it work. Um, Hallucinations, I’m playing it on my show.

L: Thank you.

T: Tell me about this record?

L: This record is actually really funny ‘cause I was doing like a series of writing sessions about a year ago, maybe two years ago now, um, and had a random session with Amy Allen and Marshmello. We had a really fun session, worked it out and then never thought twice about the song again until about, like, a couple of months ago-

T: Why do you say that you never thought twice about it?

L: I don’t know! It was a cool- I just didn’t think that it would be for our band. And then I suddenly, umm, our producer JT who we ended up doing our EP with was like “You should really, like, fully produce this and like make this a song” and I was like “Really?” I, like, didn’t get it. I didn’t see the vision or anything and then, umm, we just spent a lot of time on it and now it’s what it is. So it’s random!

T: Right? I know, seeing the song start as this idea, you know, that you made with Amy Allan and Marshmello to where it is now. I mean, you got the finished version of it.

L: Yeah.

T: What was, like, your first reaction?

L: I mean, I was in the whole process from, like, start to finish but, umm, it’s cool to see the side by side ‘cause  the initial thing was that I never thought twice about it. So, it was cool. Sometimes you just have to give things a second look and really dig in.

T: You guys have an EP coming out at the end of this month.

L: October 25th.

T: Are you excited?

L: Yeah. We, like, finally got the artwork in and everything was confirmed and masters were done, like, a couple days ago so it’s-, all the stress is gone.

T: Right up to the, right up to the deadline!

L: *chuckles* Oh yeah, always!

*Hallucinations plays*

T: No shortage of music for PVRIS fans out there because as soon as this EP comes out, you guys got an album that’s dropping in 2020.

L: Yeah.

T: So, did you guys make these projects simultaneously?

L: Umm, they’re being made. Or, uhh, the EP’s done and the album is still being made-

T: Got it.

L: Umm, but it’s a little bit of both. Like, some of the stuff that we’re working on the EP didn’t make the EP and that will probably push towards the record, umm, and then other stuff will be, kinda, still, it’s still being processed.

T: You also released Death of Me,

L: Mmm hmm

T: Tell me about the inspiration behind this track?

L: *giggles* It’s about, umm, kinda like a- when you’re right about to fall for somebody that you know you probably shouldn’t. Or, like, you either don’t have a chance with them or they’re, like, bad vibes but you’re still gonna go for it…. Do you ever get that?

T: No!!

L: Hahahah

T: If I get bad vibes, I’m like “Nah, I’m done. I’m cool!”

L: Or maybe not bad vibes but you’re like, you give that person so much power that you could go either way.

T: I feel you.

L: Like, they could really mess you up or they could really do great things with you. So, it’s not necessarily getting bad vibes. It’s that, it’s that, uhh, point of vulnerability with somebody where you’re like, “where are we gonna go?”

T: And I think, I think it speaks a little bit too about, like, trusting yourself, right?

L: Yeah.

T: And like your instincts and like how you feel about a person-

L: Yeah, you gotta listen.

T: And the risk you’re about to take?

L: Mmm hmm. Sometimes you listen; sometimes you just have to wing it and just fall in. See what happens. So it’s kind of about that. Just, like, that jump off.

*Death of Me plays*

T: I do this thing on my show called “My MVP”. That’s “My Most Valuable Play”.

L: Ooo!

T: All that means is one song that I can’t stop listening to.

L: Ooo, okay!

T: If you had to pick your MVP, what song would that be and why?

L: My MVP right now would be 100 Bad by Tommy Genesis.

T: Why this record?

L: This past summer I’ve really, just, tried to avoid my emotions and that one’s really good to do that. You just, kinda, it’s a very good driving song and, like, gym song and you don’t have to think about anything. It just feels good. And you feel like a badass. *chuckles*

[aestheticsandwriting]

One-Shot a Day, Day 1: “Hold Me.” RvB

Link to read it on ao3. 

Summary: (RvB Season 12 spoilers.)  After Tucker is released from the hospital post season 12 (after being stabbed by Felix) he's feeling a little vulnerable and wants his boyfriend to hold him.

Tucker makes his way through the halls slowly, trying to avoid the more traveled routes in favor of the back ways and using storage rooms as shortcuts. It’s not that he didn’t want people knowing he was out of the hospital or that he didn’t secretly -or not so secretly- enjoy the attention, he just had a very specific place that he wanted to be. And he needed to be there fast, he only had a limited time.

When Dr. Grey told him he could leave, assuring her that he would come back every morning for bandage changes and wound check, he was ecstatic. As ecstatic as a person could be while semi-high on not-quite-narcotic painkillers, but ecstatic none the less. As soon as she had walked out to get his discharge papers -merely a formality that she insisted remain despite the fact that this hospital had stopped functioning like a normal hospital years previously and become a war recovery zone- Tucker had immediately grabbed his datapad on the side table and typed out a quick message, asking Wash if he could slip away from whatever he was doing and meet him in his -their- room.

He had just been walking out of the hospital when his boyfriend’s reply came through, telling him that he had managed to snag a two-hour reprieve from Kimball before having to go back to work, likely having a late-night before getting back to their bunk anyway, and asking if he wanted him to come walk with him back. The teal soldier had to remind himself not to jump for joy when he read the message, tapping out quick response telling him to just meet him there, armor off and in his civvies.

He finally makes his way into the barracks building, thankful he doesn’t have to be as cautious of other people now. Almost everybody in the building at this time are the men and women on night shifts and they’re asleep, he makes his way slowly to his and Wash’s room, a strong ache in his abdomen by the time he reaches the door. He pauses, taking a deep breath before opening it, stepping through to see Wash just pulling on one of his favorite t-shirts -an old one from his early days in freelancer that’s grown slightly thin and soft with wear- and that simple sight makes his eyes water slightly before he realizes what’s caused it.

“Hey, T, sorry I didn’t come up at breakfast this morning, Kimball had plans that she needed me to go over ASAP for a mission that left earlier.” The blond turns, taking in the sight of his boyfriend from his feet up. Clad in an old pair of shoes, some sweats, and a t-shirt that somehow perfectly matches his armor color that Wash had taken to him for whenever he was released, his armor having already been brought back to Tucker’s officially assigned room.

“Tha-” Tucker coughs, clearing his throat and wincing at the pain in his gut. “That’s fine, don’t worry.” His voice is still rough, and he silently curses himself as a single tear slips down his right cheek.

“Tucker, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

“No. I mean, yes, I have pain, but it’s minimal. I just… will you hold me, David?” Wash has to strain to hear the end of his sentence, it coming out muted and directed towards the floor, Tucker not looking him in the eye.

“I don’t want to-”

“You’re not going to hurt me. I promise, if something hurts or I’m uncomfortable, I’ll tell you. I just need to be held right now.”

“Come ‘ere.” Wash jerks his head, motioning to the two beds they had pushed together to form a bed big enough for the both of them before crawling in, moving to the far side so Tucker has room to settle in without too much movement, hopefully lessening his chances of hurting himself. The younger man sits gently, turning to curl into the taller man’s open and waiting arms, face buried in the blond’s shoulder, sniffling slightly.

“Thank you.”

There’s a silence that stretches between the two of them, interrupted occasionally by a sniffle from Tucker, becoming more frequent as the time goes on. “Hey.” A kiss to the top of his head. “You’re not in pain, are you? Incision’s okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I… Wash, I thought I was never going to get to do this again.” Another sniffle. “I thought I was going to bleed out before the guys could get to me. And I thought, ‘I am never going to hold him or be held by him again. I’m never going to kiss him again. I’m never going to get to tell him I love him again.’ And,” a sharp exhale, “fuck, it scared me. It scared me that I might never be able to do those things again, and it scared me that I thought I was going to die alone, with nobody there.”

“Shhh. It’s okay, I’m here.” The older man feels droplets of moisture on his arm that’s snaked under his neck and drops another kiss to his head. “I love you too, T. You’re not alone in working through this. It was a traumatic experience and it’ll take a while to get through it, but I’m with you the whole way, yeah?” A small nod from the smaller man, and a squeeze from the larger’s arms, careful not to tighten too much. “Good. I love you so much. I was so scared I was going to lose you. Not sure what I would’ve done if they hadn’t gotten to you. Thank fuck for Lina having the healing unit.”

It goes quiet, but Wash knows Tucker isn’t breathing deep and smooth enough to be sleeping, so he makes himself content with holding his boyfriend and allowing him time with his thoughts and emotions, confident he’ll talk if he wants to.

After some amount of time, Wash really isn’t sure how long, Tucker’s breathing does even out, and the blond hopes it’s a nice sleep he’s fallen into, not worrying about looking at the clock, knowing his alarm he set will go off when he needs to get up, armor up again, and head back to the war room for more assault tactic lookovers to finalize and confirm before upcoming missions, and he finds himself dozing on and off during the time.

“Mmm, Tucker?”

“Hm?”

“Gotta get up; my two hours is almost up; I have to be in armor and back in the war room in twenty minutes.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to either; this is one time I’d be perfectly content to lay here with you until tomorrow morning, but I gotta go.”

“No, Wash, that’s not what I meant. I don’t know if I can handle being alone right now.”

“Go hang out with some of the other guys, there’s bound to be one of them that isn’t busy, or is just running drills and you can sit there with them.”

“I’m sure Carolina’s going to be in the war room with you, which means Church will be there, too, I can’t Caboose wrangle right now or I’ll open my incision and hurt myself worse. Simmons will bore me to death, Sarge will try to kill me, and Grif is disgusting. And I can’t take being around anybody else right now, it’s just…”

“Too much?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell you what, if you let me up right now, I’ll let you come to the war room with me and we’ll see about convincing Kimball and Doyle to let you sit in there, yeah?”

“That sounds fine.” Tucker starts to shift, wincing slightly as he does. “Ah, shit, I gotta take my pain meds too before we go up there. You start working on your armor, I’ll do that, and hopefully we can get there before they make me crazy tired like they did last night.”

“Hopefully.”

Tucker grabs his datapad that he had laid on the side table as the two head out the door, knowing he’s going to be bored at some point, slipping his other hand into Wash’s as they walk through the halls of the barracks, releasing it as they near the door. The two had officially been in a relationship since right after they were reunited but had yet to tell anybody except Carolina. Wash suspected a few other people had ideas about their relationship, but nobody had had the guts to come out and ask, and they were perfectly content with leaving it under the radar for as long as possible.

Wash reaches up, knocking on the door to the war room and waiting for the following ‘enter’ to open the door, Tucker closing it behind him. “Captain Tucker,” ‘that’s Kimball’s voice’ his subconscious reminds him through the slight haze of his medication starting to kick in, “good to see you out of the hospital, but what are you doing here?”

“Didn’t want to be alone.” He supplies before Wash can interject and say it in a more tactful way.

“I see. Please pull up a chair and feel free to spend as much time here as you want.”

“Thanks, ‘Nessa. I mean, uh, Kimball.”

“Sorry, Kimball, he took his pain meds right before we came, I think they’re taking effect.”

“I see,” an amused tone. “Now, back to the business at hand. Doyle, Carolina, and I were just discussing some plans for our assault on the small northern outpost.” A paper is slid across the table to the gray-and-yellow-clad soldier. “Here’s what information we have so far.”

Ten minutes later Tucker is snoring lightly, head lolled back and propped on the wall, and Wash rolls his eyes at his boyfriend before turning his attention back to the papers in front of him.

Nearly seven hours later the group is finished, helmets and gloves discarded around the room as they grew tired and started rubbing at their eyes. Tucker having gone back and forth between napping, playing around on his datapad, and picking at the small food supply that Kimball had brought to them around dinner time. Doyle grabs his armor pieces and leaves the room almost immediately, Kimball, Carolina, and Wash staying behind to talk a few minutes longer, both asking the freckle-faced man about Tucker’s wellbeing.

“He’s okay. I’m glad Carolina had the healing unit when she got to him, Dr. Grey doesn’t think he would’ve survived without it.” He glances over his shoulder, insuring that the dark-haired male is still asleep. “He’s at the point now that I’m sure he’ll be okay physically given time, but it messed him up a bit psychologically. That’s why I needed to leave for a while when he was released and why he came with me. He’ll be okay, I think, it’ll just take a while.”

“This… might be a sensitive question, but… Will he be okay at night? We don’t need him landing himself back in the hospital because he’s ripped his incision open during a nightmare.”

“It’s taken care of.”

“Okay…” Wash can see the question in her eyes, but is glad she doesn’t ask anything. And then Tucker ruins it.

“Babe? Why aren’t we in bed?” The slightly slurred question leaves Tucker’s mouth as he blinks back the light from the still harshly lit war room, trying to regain his bearings as to where he is.

“We’re in the war room, remember? Don’t worry, we’re about to go.”

“Okay.” Tucker struggles to stay awake through Wash’s explanation, snuggling back into the wall. Wash looks back over his shoulder, Carolina smirking at him, Kimball with a dark eyebrow raised.

“Agent Washington, I’m assuming that’s what you meant when you said ‘it’s taken care of’?”

“Yes, it is. Is there a problem with that, general Kimball?” The blond man is immediately on edge, posture straightening and stiffening, fight or flight response readying.

“Stand down, Wash, there’s no problem, I actually thought there might’ve been something,” there’s a softness to her dark eyes as an ever so slight smile graces her lips. “I’m happy for you both, I really am. I take it you already knew, Carolina?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Officially? Since right after we reunited. Though you could argue that we were basically in a relationship before the ship crashed.” Wash relaxes as the most genuine smile he’s seen from her graces Kimball’s dark tan skin, and he thinks briefly that he wishes for her sake she lived in a time or place where that smile could be used more often and her features not be hidden under a helmet, though he guesses one could say the same about all of them.

“I am happy for you both. Now, please, everybody get some rest tonight.” The three lean down, all picking up their discarded armor pieces. “And Wash? Tucker is welcome in here with us any time while he’s recovering.”

“Thank you, Kimball.”

By the time the pair get back to their room, Tucker is a little more cohesive than he had been, and Wash bumps his shoulder lightly. “Kimball knows.”

“Knows what?”

“About us.”

“What? How?”

“You half woke up in the war room and called me babe. She already suspected, though, and it’s not a problem.”

“Ooops, I’m sorry, I know we were trying to keep this under the radar.”

“It’s okay, Tucker. I’m actually kind of glad she knows. Doyle doesn’t yet, though, he had left already.” The two step through their door, Wash already pulling off more of his armor pieces, Tucker slowly pulling his clothes off, stripping down to his boxers like always.

“Wash? Will you hold me again tonight while we fall asleep?” Wash sees the unspoken ‘I need that reassurance’ in his eyes and smiles a gentle smile -one reserved strictly for Tucker and extremely rare times that Carolina sees it- and nods.

“Of course. It was very comfortable earlier.”

“Thank you.”

The couple crawls into the bed after Tucker takes another dose of his painkillers per Dr. Grey’s orders, finding a position that’s both comfortable for Tucker, but also close enough for him to feel the safety he needs and they drift off to sleep, each man having a peaceful night’s sleep being held by the other.

[brieannakeogh]

Dog Days of Summer- Ch 5

Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ‘hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park.

Previous Chapter / Master List

Warnings: Cursing, and fluff

Chapter 5

The smile that Chris had on was big and bright as he cranked his car. He couldn’t help but chuckle thinking about the sound he heard you make through the door. One of the things he really liked about you was that you wore your heart on your sleeve. That you didn’t play games and just told him how you felt, it was refreshing and he hadn’t experienced that in a while.

He hurried home, taking Dodger for a walk and loading him into the car, ruffling the fur on his head that was poking out between the front seats. “You wanna go see your buddy Popcorn?” Chris chuckled at the enthusiastic yip Dodger produced.

You sounded a little breathless as you buzzed him up and in the apartment his eyes went to the changes that had been made in the last twenty minutes or so. Some books straightened, the clothes on the back of a chair removed, and other cleaning had been done. The pillows on the couch fluffed and sitting neatly in strategic positions, instead of just thrown about wherever your dog pawed at them. He couldn’t hide his smirk when he saw you changed clothes too. Comfortable, but cute.

“Hey Dodger!” You busied yourself petting the dog as he tried to lick your face. Pointedly ignoring the man that was attached on the other end of the leash. You half turn away, still not looking at Chris, going for the remote and couch to set up something to watch.

“Is there something wrong?” Chris asks.

“What? No, no nothing wrong.” You backup a bit with hands in the air. Your voice getting higher in pitch with each word. “What makes you think that?”

He cocks an eyebrow at you as you finally look up at him, the blood rushing to your face. “Ok, well I might be just a wee bit nervous.” You let out a huff and flop onto the couch. “I had gotten use to you in the friend, acquaintance position, never thinking that you actually like me like I did you.” Two beats pass before your register the wide eyes and smirk that Chris sports. You had basically confessed to him your crush and slap a hand over your mouth as he settles into the couch beside you.

Chuckling he pulls your hand away from your face. “I’ll let you into a secret.” He whispers to you. “I kinda already figured that part out after the first day we met.”

You release a groan and deflate more into the couch. “I wasn’t exactly subtle was I?”

“Nope.”

“Just so you know, it wasn’t just this.” You wave a hand over his body. “That I was attracted to, just like I’m sure it’s not this.” Another wave but over your body. “That you’re attracted to. It’s the whole package, especially now that I’ve gotten to know you. Dog included.”

“You’re going to give me a complex about my dog, ya know that?”

You snort at him. Dodger, who has been patiently sitting on the floor, decides now is a good time to crawl on the couch between the two of you, literally butting in.

The subject is dropped and you turn on the tv, switching to a streaming site so that you both can agree on something to watch. It’s a little awkward at first, especially on your end. You fidget a bit and have trouble relaxing with him so close, even Dodger gets annoyed with you moving about and goes to lay on the floor with Popcorn.

“Come here.” Chris has the arm closest to you laying on the back of the couch.

“Hmm?” Knowing what he wants but doubting it all the same.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, pulling on your arm lightly to move his way. Tucking you into the crook of his shoulder and wrapping the arm around you own, rubbing his hand in circles on your upper arm. “Relax.” His warm breath on the side of your face tenses you even more, before you get your body under control.

‘It’s fine, it’s finnnne.’ Thinking to yourself. ‘This is totally acceptable. Just relax, breathe. Damn it you forgot to breathe!’

After your internal debate you finally get your breathing under control and he doesn’t seem to mind when you relax into him, pressing against his side more. It actually makes him lose some of the tension you didn’t realize he was holding in his own shoulders. That makes you smile, even more so when Dodger decides to jump back on the couch and lays over you legs with his head on your hip. It’s surreal how normal and right it all is. After another episode of the show that is on, you hear a grumble come from the man on your right.

“Getting hungry?” You giggle at the face he makes.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“You should have said something. Dodger I gotta get up, your daddy wants food.” Moving him off of your lap you go into the kitchen to pull everything out and start on dinner.

As you are chopping up the onions and bell pepper you realize Chris is standing to your side. “Need any help?”

“Depends, how do you feel about touching raw meat?”

He gives you smirk that has you narrowing your eyes at him. “Maybe you should handle the meat and I’ll take care of the vegetables.”

“Well I can’t say I’m bad at it.” You tell him with a wink. Setting down your knife, you get another cutting board and place it next to the one Chris is at, getting the package of chicken out. Before you sully your hands with chicken juice, you plug your phone up to the stereo and turn on one of your playlists, humming along and bobbing to the beat.

Before long everything is cut up and you’re both belting along to the likes of Queen and Taylor Swift. The actual cooking doesn’t take long and you leave him in charge of the pan while you get everything needed to fix the fajitas.

Turning off the music and getting comfortable back on the couch with your plates, the music from the show you were watching filters through the air while you eat.

“Damn, that was good.” Chris tells you when he’s finished.

“It was just a seasoning packet meal. Not some fancy gourmet wonderment.” You roll your eyes, grabbing his plate and taking it into the kitchen.

“Still good. I don’t get homemade food very often.” He follows you into the kitchen and starts putting away the condiments as you scrub the dirty dishes.

You eye him for a few seconds to see if there was a double meaning to that line. “As long as you help, I’ll cook anytime.”

“Go out for lunch, eat in for dinner?” You shrug. “I could be down for that. Just next month I’m going to have to start restricting my food again. I don’t want you to have to come up with separate meals for me.”

Next month? He’s already thinking about next month? “We can talk about it when it gets closer to that time. Get me a list of approved foods and such too. Who knows you might figure out you made a horrible mistake and not want to see me anymore.”

“I’m friends with most of my ex’s. Even if it doesn’t work out romantically we can still hang out when I’m in town.” He leans against the kitchen table watching you rinse out a pan.

The snort that leaves you, wasn’t intended to be so loud. “I’ve never been able to still be friends. Honestly thought it was a myth, not that there has been many.”

He walks over and leans a hip on the counter beside you, arms crossed over his chest. “All bad luck like the other guy?”

“Mmm sort of. You know about the last guy, and it was the same with the guy before that. Than the boyfriend before that was high school so it was just stupid high school drama and then he went off to college in a different state.” You dried your hands off on a kitchen towel as you talked.

“Three, huh? What a sorted past you got there.” He teased.

“Oh yeah. I typically hit it for two years then drop them like a hot potato. I gotta keep up my playa image.” Barely able to get the last out without laughing.

Chris couldn’t help himself. The sound of your laughter ringing in his ears and the crinkles at the edges of your eyes as you tried to stop yourself from laughing at your own stupid joke. Before he even knew what he was doing, he leaned down and placed his lips firmly on yours. One hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder he pulled you towards him. After a few heartbeats, he realized that you were stiff in his hands and your lips were not moving against his. Thinking he had made a mistake, he quickly removed himself from you, taking a step back.

“I’m sorry. That was too fast wasn’t it? I just…”

His words filtered through your numb mind, through one ear and out the other, not comprehending what he said. You had been so shocked at the kiss, that before you could even fully enjoy yourself he was pulling away. The second apology that ran past his lips finally stuck in your brain and you were able to grasp that he thought he had made an error, that you weren’t ready. It wasn’t the case at all. You watched as he took another half step back, feet turned to head back into the living room. He didn’t make it an inch before you were back in his path, pressing into his personal space this time. The hand that you had set on his stomach when you had stepped closer, running up to tug at the back of his neck so he would lean down allowing you to kiss him with all the passion that should have been in the previous one if you hadn’t been frozen.

He didn’t hesitate or freeze when you kissed him. His mouth moving against yours and the hand returning to your hip, this time to push your back into the counter, crowding you against it. His tongue swiping against your lip, once, twice, before pulling back, leaving some space between you.

“I would have to give that a 6 as far as first kisses go.” You joke, trying desperately to regain some semblance of normal breathing, instead of the panting that was trying to come out.

“Just a 6? I would say at least an 8.”

“My scale was out of 5.” You wink, not really sure where you were pulling this confidant act from, as currently your legs felt like jello.

“Mine too.” He had a cocky smirk on his face, but you could see his hand twitch a little, like he wanted to reach out to you again. “I should probably get going though. It’s starting to get late.”

You nod your head, not trusting what would come of your mouth would be an agreement or an offer to stay the night. It was way too soon for that and you were sure that if he didn’t leave now, he wouldn’t.

Chris turned and walked back into the living room. You couldn’t help but to cock your head to the side to watch his ass move in the jeans he had on.

Dodger reluctantly let Chris hook the leash back on him and lead him to the door, you following a few steps behind.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask as he opens the door, just a hint of insecurity in your voice.

“Definitely. I’ll text you later too.” He tells you confidently, calming the knot in your stomach, which evaporates completely when he runs a hand over the side of your face, kissing the opposite cheek goodbye.

His heart stutters again with your answering grin and the subsequent muffled squeal as he presses the call button for the elevator. He thinks he could definitely get use to that happy noise every time he left you.

Next Chapter

So I was blocked on this chapter a whole lot. It just felt boring to me. I’m sure you can see where that all changed lol. Let me know what you think!

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