#i technically only wear my glasses to drive

[stevesgother]

The 4th - S.H

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI NSFW, cursing, drinking, characters are all of age, takes place after the events of ST3, slight exhibitionism only bc they’re technically outside, it’s that slightly awkward but endearing sex you have when you fuck someone you like for the first time. It's realistic. Sue me.

AN: first time writing smut, i'm so nervous. fast times au?? If you squint?? the last half isn't proofread bc i simply cannot bring myself to read my own smut

‘American Woman’ by The Guess Who blares loudly from a twin pair of Hitachi speakers stationed on Steve Harrington’s back deck. On the hottest day of the year, The Party had decided to congregate at the only non-public pool they had unlimited access to.

To his relief, Steve had been assigned to grill duty again. The cherry red bikini you had sauntered through his sliding glass door wearing was starting to seriously inconvenience him. He had his Ray Bans on, albeit low on the bridge of his nose, to disguise where his gaze had been lingering all afternoon; the large propane grill hiding his lower half.

Lounging poolside on your towel, you hear before you feel a large ‘SPLASH’, and suddenly you’re soaked head to toe in overly chlorinated pool water.

“Ugh! Henderson!” you scold as you stand to replace your now drenched towel. The cheeky boy looks up at you from where he floats in the pool and mouths a half-hearted ‘Sorry’. 

“Steve! Would you happen to have an extra towel?” you shout to him as you hold up your ruined one, shooting him a deadpan expression. “Yeah, ‘course,” he sets down the grill tongs and awkwardly shuffles his way inside, keeping his back to you. Weird, you think.

Steve caught one look at you, hair wet and dripping, water beading down your neck and disappearing among the curve of your breasts; nipples taught from the sudden shock of cold water and visible through the fabric of your swimsuit, and he was grateful for the reprieve inside would offer him.

After close to 15 minutes of no Steve and more importantly, no towel, you decide to venture into the spacious house yourself. “Steve! – Oh!-” you startle as you run chest to chest into him, both turning a corner. “You scared me,” you say with a hand to your racing heart, “I was just wondering where you went,” you chuckle awkwardly.

“Yeah no, sorry, I just uh- got distracted,” he says, avoiding contact and handing you the fresh linen. You glance down, and notice the slight tent in his maybe too-tight swim trunks. You feel the heat of a rosy blush crawl up your cheeks, and a sudden flip of your stomach. Were you really the reason why he was acting so strange? That felt incredibly presumptuous of you.

“Well um…” you trail off, trying to keep your cool, “thanks. For the towel, I mean.” Steve had never made you feel so bashful and uncertain before. Something about the newly exposed skin and the salty smell of sweat mixed musk that radiates off of him from this proximity making your mind short circuit.

 –

When the cookout had dwindled down to just the adults and the sun dipped just below the trees, a joint had started to be passed around your small circle. “Well, we should probably head home,” Nancy announces in her usual demure tone, grabbing Jonathan’s hand helping him to stand. A chorus of goodbyes echo throughout the group, eventually leaving just you, Steve, Robin and Eddie.

An exaggerated yawn escapes Robin as she declares she’s exhausted and needs Eddie to drive her home in his rinky dink van.

“C’mon man! I just rolled this joi-”

Robin cuts him off with a harsh clear of her throat and an even harsher jab to his ribs.

“I. Really think. We. Should. Go.” She punctuates each word with a forced smile. Why was everyone acting so fucking odd today? You try to send her a panicked glance, fearing the potential awkwardness of being left here alone with Steve.

Being best friends with both of you, she was well aware of the searing crushes the two of you had on each other. This barbeque was her opportunity to light a fire under your asses to do something about it.

“That’s okay, Rob. Go home if you’re tired.” Always the gentleman. Right now you could kick him for it. If Robin notices your glaring, she doesn’t acknowledge it as she rises to her feet and heads toward the gate leading to the driveway.

“Bye losers!” She waggles her fingers at you as they make their exit, sending you a subtle wink that sets your cheeks ablaze. You now know without a doubt that this was intentional.

A hand on your knee as he says, “I can walk you home if you want.”

“No, that’s okay. We can finish the joint at least,” you smile timidly at him. Free weed wasn’t easy to come by these days, what was the harm in staying just a little longer?

–

2 hours later, you’re lying shoulder to shoulder on the rough concrete surrounding the Harrington’s pool. The joint had been snuffed out on the ground between you an hour ago, but with your thoughts dulled like this it was becoming increasingly easy to bask in the space you two had created for each other. The desire to turn heel and run with your other friends had long fizzled out.

“Hey, what was up with you today?” you ask after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “You just seemed really off,”

He looks suddenly nervous, “Oh I uh– I don’t know. Julys’ always a weird month for me, I guess,” he lies, carding a hand through his hair.

Taking the hand that’s not in his hair in your own, you ask, “Are you doing okay?” When he turns his head to meet you, your sincerity makes him blush - neck to ears. Your faces are closer than he thought they would be. He can count every eyelash from this proximity.

“Yeah– you know what,” He clears his throat, “I’m actually really warm,” he sits up clumsily as he pulls his shirt over his head by the collar, ruffling his hair and exposing the constellation of freckles and moles he has spattering the skin on his toned back.

“Okay–” You go to stand with him but he’s already dove into the pool. When he breaches the surface, he shakes his hair out like a dog and grins at you. You can’t help your eyes wandering to the dark patch of hair covering his chest. You’re starting to feel that warmth he had been complaining of.

“You gonna come in? Or just stand there and gawk?” He laughs as he floats over to you.

So you peel your shirt off and watch him stare intently as you unbutton your shorts, letting them drop to your feet. A less than elegant swan dive and you’re disappearing under the artificially blue water. The sudden coolness of it shocks you, sobering you up a bit.

You’re much more graceful than the boy when it’s your turn to come up for air, gently pushing back the hair that sticks to your face. He swims over to you unsuspectingly, then in the next breath and with a mischievous grin he lifts your body over his shoulder and essentially bodyslams you back under the surface.

More than the gesture itself, what shocks you the most is the warm expanse of his broad shoulders caressing you. You both emerge laughing, “Asshole!” you swat at his chest playfully.

When the laughter dies and fizzles out into an anxious energy, the air is filled with a sort of anticipation. The two of you are bobbing in the pool, faces no more than an inch apart.

“You have got to stop looking at me like that,” you whisper, breathlessly.

Just then he surges forward and presses his lips firmly to yours. The kiss is close-mouthed and chaste at first, giving you a chance to pull away. When you don’t take the opportunity, he deepens it. Your wet hands move to hold his face, breaching the water with a small splashing sound and his strong arms hug you at the waist, bringing you impossible closer. Pressed up against him like this you can feel all of him. The scratch of curls on his chest, the bulge of his biceps around your middle, the hard length of him pressed against your thigh.

Gasping into the kiss, you give him the opening he needs to lick hotly into your mouth, eliciting a breathy moan from your chest that sends Steve reeling. He starts to slowly kick his legs, swimming to push your back up against a vinyl clad wall.

Your lips move to lick the vein that runs down his neck, then up to a spot just below his ear. He groans when you take his earlobe gently into your mouth. Grasping your cheek in his hand, he forces your face out of the refuge his neck had provided from his intense gaze.

“Can I touch you?” He shudders when he speaks, having dreamt about this exact moment for years. Your response is an enthusiastic nod and another searing kiss to his lips - plush and pink and made for your own.

Steve’s knee moves to rest bookended between your thighs, keeping you open for him. In the water, he can’t feel how pathetically wet you are beneath your bright red bikini bottoms. You’re thankful for that, but even so, the whine that you release when his swift fingers push aside the fabric and start slowly massaging your clit is enough to give you away.

Your grip on his shoulders tightens, leaving small crescent shapes in his perfect skin. “Oh!-- God, keep doing that,” you pant.

“You like that, baby?” Steve tries to sound suave. Mr. Confident. King Steve. Honestly, he’s terrified. He has half a mind to stop and ask you to pinch him, not entirely convinced this is even real. But the sweet, sweet sounds you’re making are enough to persuade him otherwise.

“Yes! Ah– please, don’t stop,” you beg, even though you don’t have to. Steve’s positive he would do just about anything you asked of him right now. You have the sudden urge to return the favor, reaching down between your two bodies and palming him through his swim trunks.

“Oh -- my God, don’t,” he warns, the sheepish smile on his face signals to you that he’s not actually uncomfortable, “I’ll come in my pants like a damn teenager,” he gives an embarrassed chuckle.

Growing desperate for more, you say, “I want you to fuck me.” with an impossible finality. It makes Steve’s breath hitch in his throat.

“Wh-what?” He needs to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Steve. I need you to fuck me. Now.” Your voice is slightly muffled as you begin to press open-mouth kisses to his neck again.

“Oh my God,” The boy sounds absolutely wrecked already, barely able to contain himself. His hands fumble blindly for the ties on your bikini bottoms and he pulls when he finds them. Unwrapping you like his very own Christmas present.

You pull his trunks down and over his hips, just enough to fish his red and swollen cock out, careful to not let them fall to the bottom of the pool lest someone have to dive and retrieve them. You line him up hurriedly with your entrance, but he stops you with a hand on your wrist.

“Are you sure about this?” His brows furrow in that way they always do, when he's unsure. He has a crinkle above his nose.

“Yes” you half moan before getting a look at his face, “Wait, are you?”

“Yes! Yes– of course. I just– want you to be sure,” He kisses you softly after he asks

It’s so tender, you feel so safe with him like this. You fear you might be falling in love.

“I promise, I’m su–Oh!” he slides into you without warning, nearly knocking the breath out of you. He lets out a guttural groan into the space where your shoulder meets your neck as he starts to keep a steady rhythm.

“God, you feel so good,” he pants into your open mouth, “i’ve wanted this for so long,”

His words have you keening. He wraps his broad arms fully around you now, hugging you close as he pistons his hips into you. Repeatedly hitting that spot inside your walls where you need him the most.

“Oh, Steve!” you moan loudly, no longer concerned about the neighbors hearing you. The pool water begins to form waves from Steve’s thrusting and splash up onto the concrete beside your head.

“Fuck, say my name like that again,” you can feel his hips stuttering slightly.

“Steve!” He whines directly into your ear when you say it, you never would’ve thought he’d be so vocal.

“Touch yourself baby, I’m close,”

You do as you’re asked and start to keep a frenzied pace on your sensitive bud. Having both kinds of stimulation, mixed with Steve’s sweet praise, is sending you closer and closer to your edge.

As you reach your high, Steve can feel your warm pussy clench around him, making him hurtle towards his orgasm with you.

With a strangled cry, “fuck- I'm cumming,” You finish together as hips slow and he rides out his orgasm with you. His body curls in on itself and he trembles slightly. You run a warm, soft hand through his hair and down his back, soothing him through the intensity of it.

“Shit- my parents are going to kill me,” he laughs and kisses you again.

Maybe you did like swimming. Just a little bit.

tags: @daisy-munson, @megxplryxb

[lotusunique]

Nights Like This

Armando Aretas x Fem! Reader

Mkay so while yall wait on this pt.3 of The engagement, ima give yall this lil story I been working on! Im ngl I did cut it in half this was long as HELL! So enjoy ❤️

“We should go out tomorrow night. We never do that anymore.", Kelly says grabbing her purse. "Yeah because you and your man are always boo'd up somewhere. Marcus isn't allowed out too many times in a row or Theresa will kick his ass. Mike is happily married now. And I refuse to be a third wheel on you two’s date" I explain.

“So why don't you invite Armando out.", She looks over to Armando who's looking through a case file. Since he helped take down McGrath and saved Callie, Mike tried to sort out a deal for him. He'll work out his sentence, here at AMMO, being apart of the tactical weapons team.

"Um absolutely not. He literally doesn’t know I exist in that way", I groan. "That’s not true. You just gotta make yourself known. Plus he’s kinda a dick. I don't know why you like him anyway.?”,she says damn

near screaming my secret. "Um firstly, shut up. What you wanna tell the whole world my secret?", I shush her. That’s all I fucking need. For Armando to find out I like him or WORSE. Mike and Marcus could find out. I’d never live it down.

"Invite him out or l'm gonna shout it from the rooftops.", Kelly gives an evil smirk.

"Shout what from the rooftops?", Mike looks over to us. "Oh nothing just that Y/n li-", you elbow her in the side. "That Y/n is going out with Kelly and Dorn tomorrow night", you give a tight lipped smile. "I'm so excited I could scream", Kelly smiles.

"Y'all weird as hell man", Mike says just giving the two of you a glance. Kelly lets out a laugh before nodding towards Armando's seat. "No.",you give a stern look.

"Yes!", kelly says seriously. "Fine. I'll do it before I leave later.", you give in, not wanting to discuss it any further.

- Later-

"I'm out, don't stay too long okay", Kelly says patting your shoulder before heading out, quickly shooting a glance over at Armando, signaling you to talk to him.

She heads out, the door closing, being a deafening reminder of how quiet it is since you and Armando are the only ones in the office. The dim lights giving an Erie feel. "Breathe Y/n. Now's the time to go talk to him", You think to yourself.

"Hey."you walk over to him. He looks up at you with a stare that says "what do you want". "Well I just thought that since it's just me and you tonight, we could at least conversate so it won't be absolutely boring", You sit on his desk.

"What do we have to talk about?", He says with that accent that just drives you crazy.

"Well I do technically have something to ask you", You say looking down at him. "There it is", he flashes a smile. "Stop", You roll your eyes.

"Mkay shoot.", He crosses his arms with a smirk.

"Please come with me tomorrow night. Kelly wants me to go out with her and Dorn. And I really don't wanna third wheel.", you plead.

“What’s in it for me?”, he looks up at you, placing the pen in between his plump lips. “What do you want?”,you ask, staring right down at his lips.

“What’re you offering?”, he asks, moving his rolling chair to where he’s sitting in between your legs,staring up at you with this smirk on his face like he just knows what he’s doing to you.

“I..I..uh”,your breath starts to hitch. “Use your words hermosa.”, he glances up at you through low eyes.

He has to know what he’s doing to you right? The only option is to match his energy, even though it’s all a front.

“Mister Aretas, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me.”,you snap out of whatever shy shit you just had going on.

“And if I was?”,He traces his finger up your exposed leg. Today was the perfect day to wear a pencil skirt.

The sound of the glass doors creaking open surprises you, causing you to move off the desk swiftly as possible.

“Sorry, I left my house keys”,Marcus walks in, not looking at the two of you.

“Hollup…it’s real dark in here. What yall in here-“,he looks between the two of you. “Nothing we were just talking”,you say quickly. Marcus looks over at Armando who has a condescending smirk upon his face. “Oh okay”,Marcus laughs. “It’s not like that Marcus”,You bury your head in your hands with a laugh.

“Look that ain’t nun of my business. Just make sure you use that latex. Cause you don’t wanna get that I’m late Text!”,he says before dapping Armando up. “What is HAPPENING”, you internally scream to yourself.

Marcus quickly makes his exit, leaving you and Armando to discuss what just happened. “That was embarrassing”,you groan. “It was hilarious”,he laughs. “No it wasn’t”, you lean against the door. “I’ll go with you. I’ve got something to handle before hand though,so I’ll meet you there”,he smiles over at you.

“Okay great. I’m gonna go home. Be safe. I’ll see you tomorrow”,you nervously grab your things before heading out to your car.

[wormswurld]

artrick hc’s cuz i miss my boys..

⭐️ patrick:

- walks around the dorm room naked allll the time and art constantly yells at him to put some damn clothes on! (art definitely doesn’t blush and look at the ceiling when pat’s letting it all hang out and pat’s definitely not getting off on it….)

- lowkey a slob but ever since living w/ art he’s at least gotten into the habit of making his bed everyday,, typically the two of them make their beds together before they go off to practice 🙂‍↕️

- gets the gnarliest cramps in his calves after hours of practice & bitches to art abt it even though he knows he’ll ask him “have you had enough water?” the answer is always no.

- doesn’t really pay attention in most of his classes though remembers a lot of random facts abt WWII and annoys the hell out of art…as per usual…

- can fuck up a doritos locos tacos meal lmao,,especially when he’s high…my god this man turns into a fucking fein

- chronic nail biter, his oral fixation goes crazy!

- is technically supposed to wear reading glasses but he thinks they make him look stupid so he just squints like he’s getting blinded by the sun whenever he’s “studying”

- despises dark chocolate

- burps. all. the. time. it most certainly drives art insane but patrick just lies and says it’s his acid reflux lmao

- loves the movie boogie nights by paul thomas anderson… mark whalberg was one of many of his sexual awakenings

🌟 art:

- absolutely HATES tomatoes. patrick constantly makes fun of him for it but they genuinely make him gag like a cat coughing up a hairball

- is typically the last one to fall asleep out of the two of them.. sometimes when they push their beds together he’ll just admire what patrick looks like until he rolls over and decides it’s time for bed (the internalized homophobia strikes again…)

- really insecure about his feet because of how fucked up they’ve gotten cuz of tennis.. a lot of shoulder + feet injuries so he sleeps with socks on,, sometimes when he has a flare up patrick will offer to rub his feet because that’s what his bubbie used to do for him when he was sick / under the weather (art hates to admit it but he really appreciates it when patrick does this)

- drives patrick around everywhereeeeee.. patrick is his certified passenger princess & he loves to embarrass art whenever they are in the taco bell drive thru together.. one time pat asked (yelled) for 4 doritos locos tacos meals when he was high out of his mind in the passenger seat and all art could do was comply and hand over his credit card to the worker as patrick draped himself all over art whispering how much he loves him in his ear 🤭

- sun burns so easily it’s actually comical how much sunscreen he puts on just to go swimming (of course patrick finds it hilarious)

- favorite cereals are: raisin bran, rice krispies, and kix in that order. yes he’s an old man.

- constantly runs cold whereas patrick constantly runs hot..guess the nicknames fire & ice really do fit them

- LOVES dark chocolate !!!!!!! rarely eats it because he’s very strict with his diet and eating habits blah blah blah but sometimes when he decides to treat himself he’ll get a candy bar from the convenience store or vending machine

- the biggest sweetheart for his mom and grandma !!!!!!!!! really was only raised by them two so he’s such a mamas boy <3 always calls his grandma before every big tournament to hear her hype him up (patrick thinks it’s endearing)

- has the worst seasonal allergies known to man! is always sniffling whenever spring hits.. his nose gets all pink and his cheeks are always a little ruddy, and his eyes constantly water,, whenever patrick sees him like that he can’t help but think what art would look like giving him…………😵‍💫

[what-even-is-thiss]

Technically I’m a glasses wearer but my prescription is so tiny that I only wear them if I’m playing video games across the room or driving and I don’t do those things very often at all so when I do wear glasses I forget I’m wearing them and lie down on my side and there is. The crooked. The hard squish back to reality.

[itsnevercasual]

Look Into His Angel Eyes

pairing: harry styles x zoologist!youtuber!reader

summary: harry takes his niece to the san diego zoo, and you just so happen to take care of the animal she’s obsessed with. koalas.

warnings: zero knowledge of zoology LMAO, not edited, a few curse words

—

harry had expected a lot more fuss when he went to a very famous, very popular zoo. he expected at least someone — one person! — to notice him or recognize him.

nobody had even given him a second glass.

those kids movies were right. change your har (put on a beanie) and wear sunglasses (because even if it was a little chilly, it was bright), and you were a whole different person!

well, until gemma’s little girl, rosie, who was usually a gem and the best kid ever, started crying. over what, you may ask?

she demanded they find the koalas.

granted, she was only five, but.. he was still worried people would see him and recognize him.

when he had graciously offered to drive rosie to san diego to go to the zoo because gemma simply didn’t have the time, he forgot it was a public, normal people zoo.

so, he asked someone where the koalas were (and then four more people after that on the way there, all of which informed him that he better hurry if he wanted to catch the koala talk, which was supposedly a big hit for some reason), and made his way to the other side of the zoo.

who the hell made this place so big?

—

you’d been living in san diego for five years, since you were eighteen. you’d been working with the koalas at the san diego zoo for that same amount of time.

18 and fresh out of high school, you moved far, far away from your horrible hometown and even more horrible people, and went to san diego to both go to college for zoology and work your dream job.

well, technically, it was an internship at first, but still!

like most little girls, you were obsessed with animals. however, instead of dogs or some other basic animal (though, koalas are still pretty basic, you suppose), you were obsessed with koalas. and then, it never went away.

your mother tried anything to talk you out of it, into a safer career path, she’d say. more secure.

well, fuck secure because you were about to go talk to little kids who were just like you when you were younger and feed a baby koala.

you had also started a successful side career as a youtuber. you made regular videos like vlogs and hauls and whatnot, and also educational videos about koalas. some of your vlogs were at work, such as today.

“so.. we have jess here to record as i do a koala talk. and.. it is officially 1:30, so let’s go!” you exclaim, handing your coworker, jess, the camera.

you pushed open the door (more like gate) and walked out. there was a fairly large crowd today, including the cutest little girl with a pink dress on right in the front row.

you set the crate (don’t yell, it’s a big crate. and it’s simply to take them from their exhibit to the talk area, which is a distance of maybe 50 feet) down on the wooden table.

the talk area was pretty much their enclosure, but instead of a glass wall, it was open and the kids could see better.

you opened the crate and slowly coaxed the bears out. you’d only brought two today. mila, and her baby charlotte (you always called her charlie, though).

once they were out and climbing on the branches, you turned to the crowd.

“hi, guys! my name is y/n, and i’m basically in charge of the koalas here! who here has been to one of my talks before?”

a few hands raise.

“good! well, today, we have a new guest… who remembers what was happening with mila last talk? was anyone there?”

one little boy raised his hand.

“yes, the.. little boy in a blue shirt?”

“jackson!” he told you.

“jackson, sorry. what was going on with mila? for everyone who doesn’t know, mila is that big one right there.”

“she was— she had a baby in her tummy.”

“she did!” you respond enthusiastically. “and a few months ago.. four months ago, actually, she had her baby! who wants to meet her?”

all the little kids screamed me! me! me!

you laughed, “alright, let me grab her.”

you walked over to mila, petting her head as you slowly took charlie away.

“hey, mila.. can i take her real quick?” you ask as if she can hear you, before speaking to the crowd. “mila and i have a special bond, if you ask me. she had her baby right around the time i had mine. so we are both new mothers,” you laugh. “but, anyway! i’ve been with mila since she got here, so she really trusts me. which is why i can easily just..”

you grabbed charlie off of mila, and put her on her shoulder like you did your baby.

“so, everyone, this is charlotte, but i call her charlie! now, i have a very special job for one of you.. but i need someone who will be very careful, because charlie is still a delicate baby.. can anyone hold her for me while i feed her?”

and finally, the adorable little girl interacted. she started jumping and raised her hand.

you walked over to the fence separating you from the crowd, crouching to be eye level with her. “and who might you be?”

“rosie!” she responded. and oh, she had a baby voice and she was british.

“rosie! well, do you think you can hold her for me?”

“yes! yes, please!”

“alright, we’ll get you and dad back here—“

“ehm.. uncle..” her uncle, not father, responded in a british accent.

“oh, sorry! you and your uncle back here. and what’s your name, rosie’s uncle?”

he hesitated, before— “harry.”

your brain slowly put two and two together as you glanced at his tattoos.

harry styles.

“oh, i see,” you respond, “well, let’s get you guys back here!”

you opened the gate they were thankfully standing right in front of, and they walked into the talking area before you shut the gate.

you led rosie to the center, crouching down to her again.

“alright, we’re gonna do this in a funny way. can you stick out your arm for me?”

she did.

“i’m gonna put charlie on your arm, alright? she’s gonna wrap herself around it, and her claws might scratch you, but it’s fine, yeah?”

“yes, ma’am!”

“aw, you’re so polite. alright.. charlie incoming!”

you slowly adjusted charlie to curl around rosie’s arm.

“it tickles!” she squeals with a laugh.

“yeah?” both you and harry — harry styles — respond at the same time.

“alright, i’m gonna grab her bottle! stay here!”

you ran over to grab it, and while you were shaking it so it was ready, you felt something wrap around your leg.

“hi, mila!” you exclaim to the koala wrapped around you.

you carefully walk back over.

“i’m gonna feed her for a minute, and then i’ll let you and your uncle try, yeah?”

“okay!”

you started feeding charlie as you spoke again.

“so, the reason we feed charlie instead of having her feed from her momma, who is clinging to my leg, is because charlie was born a little early and needs a little more nutrients!”

you talked a little more about koalas and their behavior before rosie wanted to feed her. and after a few minutes of that, you glanced to harry.

“you wanna give it a go?”

“sure, why not,” he shrugs.

“charlie seems pretty cozy.. so, i’ll give you mila. she’s a little heavy, though.”

you bent over and took mila off your leg, handing her over to harry.

“hold her like a baby on your hip.. it’s kinda like a.. odd hug! a koala hug, if you will. i’ll grab her bottle.”

you ran over, and when harry began feeding her after you returned, he asked a question.

“so.. why do y’feed mila? i know charlie’s a baby and all, but..”

“that’s a very good question! so, mila is getting a little old, and she was also brought to us injured. that, paired with giving birth four months ago, we just have to give her some more electrolytes… her bottle is actually just white gatorade. we tried green, but she hates it. she’s very picky.”

“well, that’s cause y’gave her green.”

“hey! who has the degree here? yeah, shush.”

“yes, ma’am,” he laughed.

—

once the talk was over, you told rosie and harry to stay back.

you let charlie and mila climb about the branches while you spoke to them.

“i just want to make sure you both are alright with being in a video.. also, you need to wash your hands.. jess should be back with the sanitizer soon.”

“can i ask what video?”

“oh! right, sorry. i’m a youtuber, and i sometimes film my talks to publish and whatnot. i’ll blur your faces, of course. i blur everyone in the crowd’s faces for privacy reasons, but i figured you’d be.. more.. concerned about that than most.”

“you know?”

“i mean.. voice is a giveaway.. i also follow gemma’s instagram, so i recognized rosie,” you shrug. “but anyways, you’re good with the video?”

“yeah, of course.”

you then turned to rosie to answer her bajillion questions about koalas until jess came back with the hand sanitizer.

“so, just use a lot of this, and you’ll be good,” you explain, putting a few pumps into each of their hands.

once they were all clean of koala germs, you told them they were free to go.

rosie ran forward, but harry lingered.

“thank you,”

“oh, yeah. of course. i figured you wouldn’t want koala germs—“

“no, i mean thanks for giving rosie that opportunity.”

“oh! of course. i love seeing little kids who love them as much as me.”

“she’s bloody obsessed with the things.”

“mm, yeah. they’re easy to love. word of advice, don’t shoot her love for them down. it doesn’t exactly work. i mean.. look at me,” you laugh.

“i will keep that in mind,” he smilez. “what was your name again?”

“y/n.. y/n l/n.”

—

a/n: enjoy

[popcornforone]

Unlocked

A Joel Miller (Pre Outbreak) Fic

Day 27 of Pedrotober (The Last of Us Prompt)

Masterlist

Oooh Grumpy Joel what are we gonna do with you. Yea even before the outbreak he was moody, so let’s try & reset him a bit. He clearly needed to get laid.

Synopsis:- After a night out, you wake up the next morning to a surprise.

Word count:- 3200

Warnings over & above:- Unprotected PIV sex, Shower sex, baby sitter neighbour relationship, age gap, alcohol, swearing, technically trespassing & breaking it, teasing, peeping & spying, lustful thoughts, fantasy’s coming true,self pleasure,fingering.

Yea this was fun to write. Hope you all enjoy reading it & that’s as always @alyssamariag & @norththelemon for the prompt list.

You get out of the taxi at 4am on a Saturday night. You & your friends had a little bit too much to drink tonight, but not enough that you are going to be sick. However you fully expect a hang over in the morning. You’re the second to last person to be dropped home & you arrive in your road & give Lola the money for your part of the journey. The taxi drives off & you stand in the middle of the road taking in the night air & do a little dance. You spin & sing.

“Home is where the heart is” but you are interrupted at the lightning strikes & you scream. Drenched from the rain in a few seconds.

You run to your door & fumble with your keys. All the street lights are off but you can see the light in the entrance on. You eventually after struggling with the keys unlock the door & shut & bolt it locked behind you. You leave your keys on the dresser in the hall & slowly make your way upstairs. A few stumbles & giggles as you go. Your parents won’t mind. You creek open your bedroom door when you get there & decide to not turn the light on. You shed your clothes across the floor, leaving just your tiny white thong still on. You didn’t wear much make up, so you decide not to go wash it off or use make up remover. You just get into bed, gulp down the glass of water you left on the side & fall asleep.

You wake up at 8am to something cold, something running across the back of your legs. You slowly turn around, your eyes fluttering open. You are met by two dark brown eyes flickering open at you.

“AHHHHHH!!!!!” You both scream at each other & the man leaps out of bed & you pull the bed sheet up, so your boobs are not exposed.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?” Screaming again in unison. You then both look confused at each other. You both see the panic in each others eyes. You didn’t bring a man home last night & you definitely remember getting into bed alone, you’re not that hungover or drunk. It’s only then that you fully concertrate on the man. Your eyes adjusting to see who he is. You’d recognise that voice anywhere.

“Joel?” You splutter out & he replies with your name.

“What are you doing in my bed?”

“Your bed? it’s my bed”

“No this is my house, how the fuck did you get in here”

“No it’s mine I…” but then you look. Grey bed sheets. No butterfly art mosaics on the wall, white blinds, a guitar in the corner & a watch next to one half drunk glass of water which is more of a tumbler. No wonder you’re dehydrated .”How am I in your house?” You then ask”did you drive me home? No I was in a taxi” this confusion isn’t helping either of you.

“No I’ve not seen you since last Wednesday, when you stayed over with Sarah afterschool”

You’ve come back from college & you are looking after his 10 year old girl twice a week while he works late, just for some fuel money to get to job interviews. It then suddenly rings a bell.

“You gave me a spare key, that’s how I let myself in” he pauses & then laughs. You feel embarrassed but he sees the funny side of it.

“That’s true but still doesn’t answer why you didn’t notice this wasn’t you house or bedroom, at whatever time you got here”

“4am & I didn’t turn the lights on I never do, if I’m coming home from a night out” Joel then pulls the blind open. After you adjust to the sun, you see your bedroom window facing across the street from you.

“Well at least you came to my house & not someone’s house where they would have taken advantage of you” he says.

“Very true” you blush secretly you’ve always had a crush on Joel. “Sorry Joel, I didn’t mean to startle you”

“It’s okay” he says trying not to look at how the bed sheet has fallen down slightly & he can now see one of your breasts. Such delicate nipples waiting to be sucked on. Perky breast ready for him to bury his head in as his penis is buried inside your cunt. He shake his head trying not to look, but wanting to. “Although how you’re going to explain this to your parents, I have no idea.”

“They go to church!” You say quickly & abruptly”they will still assume I’m in bed” you smile “& what about Sarah”

“School camping trip she left yeasterday, she’s back…”

“Ahhh Wednesday you told me you needed me Wednesday”

“Yes correct” he gives an awkward giggle. What he’d like to tell you is that he needs you now. His balls are aching. Usually by now he’s jerked off thinking about you, the girl over the road who’s all pure & innocent to him. Who has come back from college a woman & is single & ready to mingle.”Do…Do you want to use my shower before you go?” He says quickly.

“Do I smell?”

“God no, I mean yous smell amazing, I mean” he flusters. He then sees you move the bed sheet & grab your top to cover your breasts. He couldn’t help but stare. Your arse was eating up that thong, was it even there? A nice little curve to it. He wonders if you’d be up for anal.

“Thanks Joel” you say grabbing your clothes, “I won’t be long” he like you, as your houses are built he same, has an en-suite bathroom. His is much fancier than yours, as a contractor he’s probably designed it himself with a walk in shower.

You close the door behind you & gasp. You wish you had the nerve to ask him into the bathroom, to plunder you. To make you cum. To know what sex with a man is like not one of those college boys. So many nights at college & now back home, do you lie in bed when your parents would still like you to be saying some prays, that you pray to the church of Miller. Be it with fingers, a vibrator or a dildo you do often moan oh god at your point of climax, wondering how thick he would be.

He’s paceing up & down his bedroom. The girl he’s been trying not to think of sexually for the last 4 months is naked in his shower, probably pleasuring herself to his water. It makes him hard. He gulps down air but then he hears you call.

“Joel it’s too cold”

He bolts in straight away not even thinking, & looks straight at the shower. He knows if he stops he will see your exposed body, completely naked, nipples so hard you could hang washing from them. He walks past you in the walk in shower the water on a slow jet & touches the dial to turn it up.

“There you go”

“Thanks Joel” he then brushes you on his way out & your eyes connect. It might only be for a few seconds, but it’s enough. You both slowly look each other up & down. When he looks at your naked body he sighs, you look better then he could have ever imagined. You make your move, caressing your hand up his arm, you feel the goosebumps grow on him. Your eyes now drawn to his boxers. Damp from their quick encounter under the shower as he sorted out the controls. His erection, huge. You look back into his eyes & see they are dilated & passionate. Your other hand goes on his chest. He’s hairy. But those little hairs feel so good. You whimper.

“Joel…”

“Sweetie” he leans in moves your slightly damp hair off your face, cups it & makes contact for a delicious kiss. You’d hope he’d kiss like this. There’s hunger but also a softness to it. He pulls you into him, god you’ve never felt such a manly body before, those arms have you in a tight embrace. Hips hips starting to roll, so you move your hand down his happy trail & go inside his boxers. His turn to moan.

“You want this?” It’s a sultry tone he uses.

“Since I was 13” no point in lying anymore, you’ve fancied him since he moved in.

“Jesus kid” he’s shocked but that doesn’t stop him from pushing you against the tiles.

“You are my hunky neighbour in this deadbeat town , who else was I meant to fantasise about”

“The boys at school”

“No boy at school or college comes close” you tug on his boxers.

“Wait you’ve done this before right” he asks concerned. Not wanting your first time to be in a shower. You shrug & he looks concerned.

“I’ve had sex but never in a shower”

“You sure you want this”

“The other option is putting me back in your bed”

“Fuck that maybe later” you then pull on his boxers, them slipping to the floor of the shower. He springs free. You can’t help but gasp, he guides your hand with his to stroke his length. Precum mixing with shower water. “Last chance sweetie” you kiss him & bite his lip.

“I’m all yours Joel” he rubs the head of his length against your clit. He’s not taken his eyes off your face. Your legs automatically part & he reaches one hand to turn the water temperature up.

“Don’t want you getting cold baby” your breached & gasp. Yes you’ve had sex before but never with anyone this big. It pinches but also feels so good as he drags against you, your quivering straight away once you’re completely filled. “Fuck, your so tight, so fucking tight,” he moans as he starts to rock into you, your body responding as you grip his shoulder, friction between you both starting.

“God I’m a lucky guy”

“Fuck Joel fuck oooh shit it’s so good”

“You betcha” his thumb wipes water from the shower off your lips before he then claims them again. A really passionate kiss. Your body on fire. You didn’t know sex could feel this good as you watch the intense look in his eyes as he moans about you.

“Best cunt ever, best girl ever, god if I’d know what had been under those tiny shorts I’d have fucked you all summer”

“Fuck Joel mmmmmmmm your so big”

“Just for you baby” your bodies squelch. He sucks on of your nipples. You leave a love bite on his shoulder. You’ve never experienced this kind of pleasure.

“Fuck Joel, I’m I… I” you lose the words

“Me too sweetie” you’ve never cum before. All your college boyfriends had been about blow jobs & quick fucks. They’d been too busy trying to replicate there porn fantasy’s. Never letting you finish. So when it hits you, & you clamp around him, your whole body trembles, as you scream his name. What you then don’t hear is him screaming yours as your eyes see all the colours in the world, but you feel it. He coats you. He doesn’t pull out. He fills you up. His seed inside you, he growls & then pushes you completely against the wall. Your lips meeting In desperation & desire. A kiss needed to calm you both down neither of you noticing the water still cascading over you both.

Eventually Joel withdraws his penis & grabs a bottle of shower gel & hands it to you. It was your original intention to wash after all.

“So was that the…” he looks nervous.

“First time I’ve cum?” You say bashfully & nod.

“Did it meet your expectations”

“More than enough” you say & softly kiss his lips.

“Is this gonna make things awkward”

“Only if you want it to be”

After you shower you go home via the pharmacy. You weren’t on birth control & he didn’t even think of a condom & you don’t want your dad to find out you are pregnant by Joel he’d probably murder him, so the morning after pill will sort you out. You get a couple just to be safe. However you think that’s it. You don’t think Joel will want to see you that way again. Today was a moment, you’re sure he will just move on even if you don’t.

The Sunday goes by in a blur. Your parents home from church, lunch to give thanks to god not that you believe, crafting & writing in the afternoon. On your mind though is still Joel. How he made you feel, how good he looked naked, how he kissed & caresses you but mainly how he fucked you. You’re day dreaming becoming a distraction. He’s unlocked all your sexual desires in one unplanned encounter.

As you get ready for bed your phone pings. You��re in your bedroom about to take your clothes off. You look at your phone & then a smirk is on your face.

You know if you pull your curtains I can still see your silhouette of you getting naked because of the light.

It’s a message from Joel. You pull the curtains open & see him sitting in the chair in his bedroom completely naked stroking his length with something white. You don’t know if you should be shocked that he’s peeping on you or if you should be proud. You reply.

& if I turn the light off?

I’ll creep in & see to you myself

Mr Miller! You reply & then strip down to your underwear. You then drop your phone when he sends a photo through.

Baby I’ll let you know I can see your underwear clearly. & have seen them all day.

You left your white thong at his. The photos is of his length spewing into the sodden panties. You put your hand straight to your clit.

Well Joel maybe I need to come over & reclaim them or steal your boxers

I accept that as a challenge

… you wait

…

I know you’ve got the key to come in, I promise to be awake this time.

You wait until your parents light goes off for their bedroom, then grab a robe & slowly sneak out of the house with your keys. Darting as quick as you can across the road so no one can see you. Not that anyone should be up at this time including you. You touch his front door & it’s already unlocked & you close it behind you. Arriving in his bedroom. There Joel sits. Completely naked. Your white panties in his hand, stroking his length. His face one of sheer ecstasy. You drop your robe & slowly walk over to him.

“Take it off sweetie, then come enjoy me”

“Have you got the stamina old man, if you’ve been pleasuring yourself all night.” You say, your bra unhooked & it falls to the floor. He sits up he’s a breast man more than a arse man.

“Baby, I might be old to you at 32 but damn it I can teach you a thing or two…” his jaw drops when your panties are off. You he can smell you arousal from here. You decide to stand in front of him. He leans forward. His lips kiss your belly. Two of those large sausage fingers slip inside you. You grab his shoulder & tense up.

“Fuck baby, do all college girls get aroused like this” he’s pumping you & you grip his shoulder.

“Joel please please, I need you”

“Do you”

“Yes”

“How much”

“So much, no man has fucked me like you did to day.” You start to stutter & he then stops just as you get stimulated & he parts your legs.

“Think you can last all night?”he swipes his length across your entrance. You moan loudly.

“Yes Joel, I do” you wrap your arms around him & he slowly guides you all the way down to his base. Balls deep inside you. He feels bigger than this morning. It’s a deep moan you let out.

“Fuck sweetie, I’m using all my night not to cum right now”

“Same baby” you whine. You slowly start to roll around him, trying to slow down your pleasure.

“Those college boys got you ready just for me” he whispers & then slaps your bum. “Your tight cunt, begging to be fully used” you stop rolling as his thrusts become more & you feel him hit your pleasure something you thought was a myth as you take him fulling each time your seated on him. “You are perfect” he that latches his mouth into your breasts & you whine & moan, bouncing more. His pelvis thrusting hard as you feel alive.

“Fuck Joel, more more more”

“Fuck sweetie”

“Wanted this for so long”

“Same” you look at him shocked. He lift his head moving as fast as he can. Your breast jiggling.”when you got home this summer & you got out of the car & you hugged your friend & you were in those shorts & that almost see through top. I had to have a lot of restraint”

“Not anymore Joel, I’m never leaving this room” you groan.

He starts to falter as your orgasm hits you. No longer caring about the noise as you scream his name as you cum. He keeps you grinding around him licking up your sweat as he cums too. The sensation of him spilling inside you makes you glow. He’s so big, he fills you up, he gives you all you ever wanted.

You eventually lift your head from his shoulders. Breathing returned to normal & you sigh. His fingers that got you going earlier now stroking your back.

“Stay?” He whispers. You look softly into his eyes.

“Stay tonight?” you kiss his forehead.

“No forever” he says & he shows his strength. He’s semi hard still inside you. He stands up & takes the few steps carrying you to his bed. You’re his little spoon & you wince as he pulls out of you. He licks his fingers & wraps them around you. The dampness on them so soothing against your clit. Your body shudders.

“What about my family?” You moan pushing your bum against him. Your hips moving already.

“I’ll talk to them tomorrow, but right now I just want you” he kisses your neck leaving his own love bite there.”you’ve unlocked a passion in me I’ve not felt for a while.”

“Who am I to stop you Joel” you then moan. He’s parted your legs & the tip of his length is covered in your slick, a mix of both your cums & his saliva on his hand.”I’m not comp… oooh fuck” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence once again filling your vagina, in one movement. He looks over you as the bigger spoon seeing how well you take him, you clamping already.

“Oooh god baby, the plans i gave for you & this perfect pussy” the first thrust has you grabbing the pillow. “I’m gonna fuck it till the world ends”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Buddy i’ll cuff you to a piped radiator if i don’t get a part two to the no nut November thing. i’m knawing on my cage i need james so bad 🤤

A/n: This is technically part four but you asked for James so I figured I'd use this for James

Warnings: Smut, spanking, semipublic sex, mentions of voyeurism, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Intro

James had heard Kirk was out, it bugged him he wasn't the first with you but he was also in it for the money. Then he heard Lars was out, and he couldn't believe he let that rat touch you before he got to.

He practically stormed the house looking for you only to find you outside sun tanning by the pool.

He quickly came out and sat near you, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. He was in his jeans and a band tee, not something to wear out in the sun by the pool.

You smiled at him as he sat down, thinking up some sort of plan.

You rolled onto your stomach and reached for the bottle of lotion, holding it up towards him. "Jamie, do you mind putting lotion on my back?" You asked innocently enough.

James heart fluttered at the nickname alone and he nodded as he got up. He sat on the edge of your chair and squeezed a dollop onto his palm, rubbing it on his hands before bringing his hands to your back.

The lotion was cold, causing you to gasp softly. He did his best to not be creepy or anything, but you kept making noises and it was driving him crazy.

"Jamie, what are you doing?" You asked in a teasing tone. James had been lost in thought, your voice drew him back and he realized he'd just straight up grabbed your chest.

He opened his mouth and pulled his hands away, immediately going to apologize before he decided against it. "Not my fault you're so fucking hot" He said, smacking your ass. Not too harsh, yet.

You lifted your head to look through the large glass panels leading into the house. "What if someone sees?"

James scoffed. "Like you really give a shit." You chewed your cheek, you didn't care, honestly you wanted it to happen. "Besides, no one else is home." There went your hopes.

You sucked your bottom lip as you thought about it, but you didn't get to say anything more before James was taking his clothes off behind you.

You watched him undress, watched his hard cock slap his abdomen, watched as he moved between your legs and gripped your hips in a tight hold, sure to leave bruises the next morning, just to pull your ass back to him.

He pushed your bikini bottoms to the side and pushed in, a deep groan leaving him as he did so. "Fuck, I should've just taken you for myself, never let Kirk or Lars touch you in the first place." He grumbled. You wanted to question him more on that but he started moving his hips, setting a fast pace already.

He was big and hit deep in you, rubbing against your walls so perfectly. He held your hips in place as he rammed into you, shoving your face into the thin pillow you'd been resting on.

"Fuck, Jamie! Slow-slow down." James had been desperate for you to be around him and now that he had it it was driving him crazy.

The chair creaked and James barely reacted in time to catch you before you faceplanted into the concrete below as the chair leg gave out, snapping off.

James couldn't bring himself to care about that right now. He had one arm around your waist, hand in your bikini and rubbing your clit, his other arm around your chest, groping your tits, all while he kissed up your neck, licking and biting you.

The only real privacy you had were the bushes surrounding the yard, you were certain the neighbours could and would hear with how loud you were being.

"I wanted this since the minute you walked through that door." He grunted in your ear. "Took every part of me not to run out here and fuck you right then and there." You weren't really listening, too busy getting fucked dumb to pay attention.

"Want to feel you cumming on my dick, sweetheart," he grunted, licking a spot on your neck, "can you do that for me?" You nodded, already feeling that knot building inside you. "Good." James bit down on you, making you squeal.

Your breath hitched and your eyes rolled back, knees buckling and legs going weak.

James, having been so, so fucking needy for you, came as soon as he felt your walls clenching around him, deep moans falling right into your ears, his big hands holding you flush against him.

"Dude..." A voice came. Cliff had come home early for whatever reason and was blowing smoke out his mouth as he stared at the both of you.

[sapphicapocrypha]

She's An Actress

actress x fem!reader explicit (chapter 2 & 3) 3,271 words Tags: edging, semi-public, cunnilingus, possessiveness, teasing, sugar mommy, age difference, choking

Your older actress girlfriend takes you to buy a dress to the premiere of her most recent project—your first public appearance as a couple. When you see her half-naked on the big screen though, you have to steal her away.

Technically, this is RPF, but out of respect for the actress I changed the name and major tells. If you take a look at my profile though, it's not hard to see who this is about. This is for the people who still have brainrot from that one appearance of hers.

Chapter 1

Yvette was shameless in the way she raked her eyes over your curves, taking in your outfit and shape.

“You look gorgeous, darling. Ready to go?” she grinned as she wrapped her arm around your waist, leaning in for a kiss.

After your joined shower, she’d slipped into her black suit, put her long bright waves into a ponytail and wore matching glasses on her nose—different from what you’d seen her wear during the countless interviews you’d watched while she’d been gone to soothe the ache of her long absence, which had been mainly light colours. The elegant black blew you away, exuding a kind of dominance her usual flowing and comfortable clothing choices didn’t.

Your heart fluttered at her blatant admiration; she always knew how to make you feel special, whether it be pet names or compliments. “So do you,” you said as you kissed her back, letting your lips linger on hers. “Let’s go then.”

Yvette drew the kiss out, savouring the taste of your soft, warm lips that had been waiting for her for so long and pulled away only with reluctance, taking your hand in hers as she lead you out of the apartment. You took a cab to the city centre, Yvette’s hand resting on your thigh during the drive as if she needed to have her hands on you at all times. Goosebumps formed on your skin from both the gesture and the thought, and you were already squirming in your seat after not having had her in months; the car ride was dreadfully long.

“Which shop are you going to take me to?” you asked, making conversation.

Having to suppress a grin at how affected you were, she leaned in close to whisper in your ear, her breath caressing the shell of your ear as she spoke. “A very exclusive shop, darling. They have gorgeous dresses. We’re going to find you the perfect one for the premiere. You’ll love it, I promise.”

Her hand remained firm on your thigh, left bare by the pair of elegant black shorts you were wearing. A shiver ran down your spine, thinking she was going to make you into her arm candy for the event. It would be your first public appearance together, so of course she wanted to be a splendid affair.

“You’ll pick for me?”

The cab stopped right in front of the shop and Yvette helped you step out, a smile playing on her lips. “Of course, I will, sweetheart. I’ve got just the vision.”

With a smile playing on her lips, she pulled you into the ship, a lavish and extravagant one. She greeted the shop assistant before heading straight towards the dress section, where she picked out pieces and held them up to you, murmuring to herself as she decided which ones you should try with a critical expression on her face.

“They’re all so expensive,” you pointed out, following her through the aisles.

Yvette chuckled. “Yes, darling. They are,” she said without further explanation. “Try these on and see how they fit you.”

Flustered at being treated to such nice things without there being a proper occasion like a birthday, you stepped into the changing cabin and modelled each one for her while she sipped champagne, sunglasses on the top of her head, until one piqued her interest enough that she was unable to take her eyes off you as you paraded it in front of her.

“Like what you see?” you teased with a twinkle in your eye.

She was completely enraptured by the way the light caught in the white silk and caressed your curves in her stead, eyes roaming up and down your body, making you feel desired in this way only she could. She was practically drooling and was left speechless at first. Her voice came out as a soft moan. “God, darling, you’re breathtaking.”

“That’s the one then,” you said and fished for the price tag. It was ridiculously pricey, and you sent her an incredulous look. “You can’t, be serious, Yvette.”

Noting the look on your face, she laughed gently and swatted your hand away from the tag. “Darling, stop that. I’ll buy it for you.”

Before you could argue, she pulled you close by your waist and put her hand on your hip as she proceeded to plant a series of kisses on your neck. “You look perfect in it. It’s yours.”

You whimpered at the sensation of her mouth on your sensitive skin and grasped her back and couldn’t help yourself but to whisper, “Tell me what you’re going to do to me when we get home…”

Yvette’s smirk grew wider as she felt you cling to her and she proceeded to kiss along your jawline, her tongue running over your pulse point in the process. Her voice took on a sultry, promising tone. “Mmm… Darling, if you want me to tell you, I’ll have to whisper it in your ear… don’t want the staff to hear, do we now?”

You nodded, closing your eyes with a flutter. “Tell me.”

Her tone was low and sultry, hot, a hand slid around to rest on your backside, pulling you even closer as her lips brushed against your ear in little more than a seductive huff of air. “The moment we get back home, I’m going to tear that pretty dress off you,” she left a kiss just below your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe briefly, “and drive you absolutely wild with my tongue.”

“That,” you gasped at the way she touched you, fingering the lapels of her blazer, “sounds promising.”

But you had responsibilities, and so your forced yourself to pull away. “We have a premiere to atttend first, though. So, my dear sugar mommy,” you joked, “buy me that dress. The stylist must already be waiting.”

“Such a spoil sport, hm? Always so sensible…” Yvette let out a little grumble, a pout playing on her lips as you brought distance between the two of you, but didn’t stop you. She grinned as she took your hand, linking her fingers with yours and pulling you away from the changing rooms. “Fine,” she sighed, “Let’s finish here and move on.”

You giggled as she kissed your knuckles before taking everything to the counter. We head back to the hotel, where the stylist is already waiting and dress up, and are subsequently dropped off at the location. Yvette looks stunning in her floor-length dress. It shows off the delicate architecture of her shoulders as there’s only one strap and the split in the bottom half allows for a peek of her slim thigh. I know she’s not too comfortable in stiletto heels this high and unsecured, but they do add to the diamond glam of the ensemble, together with the diamond necklace and earrings.

We pass the crowd as the car pulls up and my hand gets sweaty in hers. “That’s a lot of people…”

Nobody knew about us yet and I’d never been in a relationship with a celebrity before. Yvette tried to keep out of the jet set lifestyle as much as she could and lived like a regular person most of the time, but there always were events to attend, press conferences to hold, where she was confronted with the magnitude of her presence.

“What if they don’t like me?”

She squeezed your hand, catching your gaze with those calm hazel eyes. “Hey, don’t worry that pretty head of yours. They will love you just as much as I do. Just keep smiling and walking. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

You nodded, quiet and apprehensive. Yvette left the car first, then turned around to help you out again while the cameras were already flashing and clicking behind her. When you emerged, astonished noises rippled through the crowd, intensifying when they saw you on Yvette’s arm. It frightened you at first, the flashing lights blinding and the noise overwhelming, but then you noted the pride in Yvette’s smile as she waved to her fans, eager to show you off. She held onto you as she walked you down the red carpet towards the interviewers, and you smile like she’d taught you to, posing whenever you stopped.

After a while, you began to enjoy it, especially to see Yvette striking her skilful poses.

“You’re making it hard to focus when you show off your thigh like that, my love,” you whispered to her, tugging at your own dress while she adjusted hers.

Yvette grinned at your words, pleased with the effect she had on you. Given the mood she seemed to be in, she must be desperate to make you desperate for her. Proving your point, she grabbed you by the hip and pulled you into her side while firing an alluring look into the camera. “You were so needy in that changing cabin… I liked it.”

And now she wanted to get you into that state again.

Yvette’s lustful eyes slipped down your form again in such a way that you could almost feel it like a hand gliding over your body. You struggled to keep your cool, but you had no choice but to contain yourself even if you wanted her all over you. Her hand remained possessive in the small of your back as you strode along the red carpet, pulling all the looks. When we reach the interviewer, you had no doubt there would be all sorts of questions about your relationship rather than the show since Yvette hadn’t been seen with a partner in years.

“Are you ready?” you asked her, likely more concerned than she was.

"Ready as can be. It'll be alright, darling," she said, offering a bright, intimate smile.

She pulled you a little closer until her hip was pressed to yours as the interviewers began their questioning. Her expression settled into one of practised nonchalance as she smiled and nodded with each question.

You surrendered yourself into her guidance and stood quietly by her side, too shy to speak up. The the interviewer asked about you, wanted you to introduce yourself, but your voice was stuck in your throat and your cheeks got hot.

Glancing at you, Yvette noticed your distress and stepped in. "Ah, yes, this is my... darling."

She let the pause linger for a moment, treading carefully since she didn't know how you would like to make your debut, and phrasing her words with care. "… I suppose the best way to introduce this stunning young lady is as my girlfriend."

Your heart made a leap. It was out in the open now.

The interviewers were astonished and stammered something about how they didn’t know Yvette had an interest in women. She took it in a stride and smirked, her expression still calm and collected. She tightened her grip on you, making sure you felt safe with her.

"Yes, that is correct. Um, I've been dating women for a few years now, and," she looked back to you, her features softening as her gaze met yours, warm and filled with adoration, "have finally found someone I’m ready to openly claim."

You could barely breathe, your heart galloping inside your chest as the interviewrs congratulated the both of you and asked whether they could have a kiss for the camera.

Yvette raised an eyebrow at the request, her voice taking on a challenging tone. "A kiss for the camera?" She turned to you, playful now. "What do you say, darling? Shall we give them a kiss?"

"If you make it a good one," you quipped, winking at her.

Yvette bit her lip, her eyes darkening as a hint of that familiar cocky, tone crept into you voice.

"I can make it an excellent one, just for you," she assured, pulling you flush.

Her gaze turned cold as she looked back to the camera and let out a little scoff. "You get one photo. Make it count."

Aroused by Yvette's handling of the press, you let her grab you and pull you into a fervent kiss. The crowd squealed and applauded, and she deepened the kiss to the point of near indecency in response.

The smile against her mouth told Yvette you were enjoying every second of it—and so did she.

"I love you," you murmured agaisnt her lips, proud to be officially claimed by her.

Yvette let herself get thoroughly caught up in the moment, her kiss becoming heated and wanton, her tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth. She didn't care about the cameras or the audience screaming their approval, nothing mattered but you in her arms. Not even breaking the kiss for air as she spoke, her voice came out in a rough, breathless mutter to your mouth. "You have no idea how much I want you right now, darling."

Your stomach fluttere and you missed her warmth instantly when you had to part, but you neede to make it through this event before you could begin the few peaceful months you'd have together before Yvette's next project would start filming.

"Oh, look, there’s Levi waiting for us." You pointed to the back, where Yvette's co-star was waving to her. "He doesn’t know we're together either, does he?"

Yvette glanced up as you pointed Levi out, and she smiled at the sight of him. You appraoched him together. "No, he doesn’t know. But he’ll figure it out in a minute."

He glanced back over at you, his expression cheeky and amused as a hint of that familiar teasing glint entered his eyes.

You were surprised by that, but I didn't say anything. Yvette noticed that it gnawed at you though as you approached him.

You'd seen them together giving interviews and couldn't help but feel jealous at times of how close they were and how much time they got to spend together. However, you liked him regardless and were glad that she was in good hands when you couldn't be with her.

Levi greeted you with a hug right away, stealing you from Yvette for a moment. She stepped back and watched the two of you in awe, eyes flickering over your face to gauge your reaction before tapping Levi on the back. "Alright, you. I'd quite like to have my girl back now."

He frowned briefly when Yvette called you her girl and she revealed to him that you'd been together for quite some time. He too couldn't make sense of why she'd kept it a secret, but was polite enough not to bring it up.

The three of you made your way to where the screening would be taking place and you picked seats close to the exit, knowing Yvette didn't like watching herself very much and would like to slip out as during her scenes.

You were caught in the middle between Yvette and Levi as they caught up and you enjoyed watching her eyes crinkle when she laughed and how she'd pinch her nose to prevent a snort. You couldn't love this woman more if you tried.

And as always, she kept a hand on you. First your shoulder, then your wrist, and now your thigh again. It migth not have been deliberate, but as soon as she noticed what she'd been doing, she leaned into it, even more when the lights dimmed and the room fell silent.

It drove you mad and with how flirty she had been during the entirety of the press tour, always talking about sex, you couldn't be sure she wouldn't try something in the dark.

She sensed your desire, of yourse, and began to trace over your thigh, moving further towards the inside as the screening progressed; on the edge between deliberate teasing and genuine comfort.

When your breathing grew heavy, she leaned in and taunted, "Keep yourself together, darling. Wouldn’t want to start anything in a public space like this."

You let out quite the huff at that, knowing exactly the kind of game Yvette was playing. "Who’s the one starting stuff, huh? Last time I checked it was your hand slipping under my dress."

Yvette grinned at your huff; she couldn't resist teasing you further as she gave your supple flesh another purposeful squeeze, moving higher to rest on the bare skin of your upper thigh, where her fingers resumed to brush lightly against your skin.

"Can you really blame me? It’s hard to keep my hands off my pretty babygirl when she’s this close and so eager for me."

You suppressed a moan. That pet name was your weakness, one that Yvette loved to exploit in the most inconvenient situations.

"Please… let us just watch this," you said in a strangled voice. "You can have me all night when we get home, but if you’ll tease me for the next two hours I’ll..."

You lost your train of though when her caresses became more languid. Yvette watched as you squirmed under her touch, her eyelids heavy with desire as you tried to keep your moans from spilling, and a low growl escaped her throat.

"You make it too tempting for me," she said and withdrew her hand with a shaky exhale. "But fine. I'll try to behave myself. Just you wait until we get out of here."

"How come you’re so horny lately? I watched the interviews, it was like you couldn't stop talking about sex!" you pressed through gritted teeth.

Her voice was a low, sultry murmur when she spoke close to your ear. "Oh, darling, I think you know why. Or are you forgetting how riled up you have me, all the time? On those lonely nights far away from you? What is an old lady to do but fantasise about her young lover?"

She let out a little rumble, her eyes raking over your body before flickering back up to your face.

"So gorgeous. How could I not be feral for you, my good, sweet babygirl?

You swatted her thigh. "Don’t do that! You know what it does to me and you said you’d behave yourself for now!"

Yvette couldn't help but chuckle at your pouting, a throaty laugh in her chest, her expression filled with a warm mixture of amusement and affection as she looked at you. But beneath the surface, her eyes remained filled with a raw, primal possessiveness that was barely contained.

"Alright, alright, I’ll be good, I promise. No more babygirl... for now."

With that, you sit through the first episode. But when in the second one a scene came on where Yvette was in bed with her on-screen husband, naked and only wrapped in a sheet, your nerves caught fire. The need for her consumed you, seeing her like that on the big screen stretched before your eyes.

Yvette was well-pleased with herself when she noticed you shifting and gasping next to her. She could practically feel the heat radiating off your body and it only served to stir her lust further.

"Something wrong, babygirl?" Damn her. "You’re fidgeting."

Her fingers drew closer to dangerous territory, bold and relentless, until you folded.

"God, I want you," you hushed to her, endlessly turned on by the scene and her teasing. You couldn't keep it together any longer and grabbed her wrist, pulling her with you. "Bathroom. Now."

Yvette's eyes widened with surprise at your abrupt action, but the desire in your voice caused an immediate rush of heat to her core and she couldn't help but follow your lead. Her heart pounded and her breath came out in a sharp, unsteady exhale.

"You’re going to be the death of me."

-> Chapter 2

[random-dragon-exe]

I gotta say, I find it amusing that the Dead End characters in some ways embody the Scooby Doo mystery gang.

The first main example I can think of is Norma. Who is quite literally inspired by both Daphne and Velma. (The color palette of Daphne, but functions similarly to Velma)

However since she mostly embodies Velma, she's basically the Velma of the group.

In contrast, we have Badyah as Daphne over here and I mostly say this because her and Norma are often paired together to solve a mystery. (Yes, I know she wears glasses like Velma, but I'm making her the Daphne).

Then we have Barney and Pugsley filling the role of Shaggy and Scooby. This is a more obvious one as both dogs are capable of talking. Not to mention Barney has been shown to be more fearful of the paranormal and has stated that he's a foodie (although it's show less in him and way more in Shaggy)

Then finally, there's Logs filling the role of Fred. They're both cool and confident, but also have their moments of being scared too. They're also pretty technical (Fred with traps and Logs with park safety). Also Fred is the driver of the mystery machine and from what we see in the show, Logs is the only one seen driving.

So yeah, I just wanted to share my observations about this.

[1-800-local-slut]

All I Want (3/3)

(I know it's not technically a picture of Dean, but Jensen Ackles is so handsome)

Dean Winchester x Black! Fem! Reader (One-sided)

Sam Winchester x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: one sided love, pining, reader and Sam get horny and leave Dean to himself, Dean tries to move on and fails miserably, Dean thinks badly about himself, drinking, Dean wants reader bad but she's in love with Sam, Dean's really scared and really guilty, drinking and driving (don't drink and drive kids, always have a designated driver!) reader wears jewelry, most (if not all) of the female characters have a lot of accessories (lipgloss, nails, lashes, mascara, jewelry) because a lot of my works are self-indulgent and I'm a girly-girl so I like being dressed up and having a lot of accessories on so if its not for you just ignore it

Part 3 of 3! Thank you to everyone who read and commented, I'm so happy this series did so well. I honestly wasn't expecting it, I had literally nothing planned when I wrote it and just winged it. Thank you and enjoy the final part!

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He can remember when it all started. For weeks he had lost sleep when Sam announced that he was in love with his girlfriend of nine months. It was when they were on a hunt and the two narrowly made it back. He always thought Sam's girlfriend was cute, but he didn't know it was this bad. He ignored the fluttering of his heart the best he could for weeks. He ignored the way he always wanted to smile at her whenever she was near by.

He can remember the first night he realized how awful his entire predicament really was.

"She's cute, right babe?" She asked, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck, while she sat comfortably on his lap. The three looked at a dark skinned woman with blonde, curly braids with some very elaborate and fancy eyeliner.

"Sure." Sam responded, more focused on the feel of her thighs under his calloused palms. The couple was sitting in a booth at a club in Georgia, and like always she'd found her spot on Sam's lap. Tonight was different though.

A very uncomfortable feeling radiated through Dean, the look in Sam's eyes made his stomach turn. He stared at his girlfriend with an intense heat that made Dean feel like he was intruding on the two. His eyes a dark, lustful green, as his hands run up and down her thighs. Stopping just below her dress. Her eyes radiated the same desire, and she was staring at his hands. It was like seeing the opening to a porno that Dean would sooner carve his eyes out than watch.

Turning his head, he grabbed another shot and tilted his head back. The tequila burned the back of his throat, and he choked a bit. She giggled at his gagging, and Sam gave a small smile while holding onto her waist. Dropping his head back after he cleared his chest, he began to draw small symbols on the table. His heart felt like it was in his throat, the liquor not the only thing burning in his chest. It was worse on nights like this. The nights where he could see their desire for each other. At least they weren't at home, and Dean could escape to his own motel room.

"Dean, you should make a move. She's looking at you." She pointed out, while she fidgeted with her glass. Dean stopped staring at the table, looking up at the woman. He turned, the flashing lights of the club giving him a small headache. He was getting older everyday.

"Oh. Yeah." He responded glumly. No doubt the woman was beautiful. Her eyes looked so dark it was like looking into pools of ink. Her blonde curly ends were basically motioning for him to come hither. This could work.

In the past few weeks, Dean found the resolve to try and move on. Why pine over a woman he could never have when there were so many he could have? He was Dean Winchester. Sure this would technically be the one that got away but he's had quite a few of those.

"You should try talking to her." Drinking her rum and coke, Dean tried to keep his eyes off her perfect lips.

"Yeah, you've been going through a dry spell lately. When's the last time you got laid?" Sam asked, drinking from the straw that was held up in front of him. She swatted his shoulder, and Sam laughed in a weak attempt to avoid the next hit. Dean grimaced, his dry spell was noticeable and it killed him.

It wasn't entirely his fault. They'd been busy! Dean had been busy admiring Sam's girlfriend. Just thinking about it makes him shudder, he really was down bad. It would change tonight though. Dean would pick a girl, one that looked nothing like her, and he'd do what he does best. Then he'd finally be able to move on and forget about her.

"Sam, that's mean! Dean has better things to do than chase skirts, maybe you should take a page from his book." Sam squeezed her thighs and she leaned into his touch, eyes glued to his hands. Taking another shot, Dean shut his eyes for a minute to let the liquor settle.

Opening his mouth for a rebuttal, he was cut off by a high pitched voice.

"Excuse me?" The three of them turned to see the woman from the bar staring right in front of their table. Her hands were clasped behind her back and Dean could see her chest up close. Like two large oranges, covered in silver glitter. She was wearing a gorgeous pink dress with mesh sleeves that showed her shoulders.

"Hi there!" Out of the three of them, she was always the sweetest when it came to strangers. If Dean had social graces, she was the queen of social skills.

The woman's eyes stayed glued on Dean's and she was looking at him with want. Dean gave a small smile that he had to force onto his face. He wished the smile came to his face as naturally as it did when the woman across smiled at him. Her bright grin always gave Dean an easy smile, like a contagious grin.

"I was just wondering if your friend wanted to join me for a drink. I'm April."

"Dean. I'd love to get a drink with you, beautiful." April gave a flirty laugh and batted her eyelashes at him, and Dean slid out of the booth trying to still the thudding of his chest. Glancing back, Dean shot a thumbs up to Sam and his girl. April's soft hand wrapped around Dean's large ones, leading him back to her stool.

"What'll you have?" She asked seductively, and Dean wanted to frown so badly. He fought to keep his eyes on April, not on Sam and the goddess of a woman sitting on top of him.

"A beer if you don't mind." Wiping his sweaty palms down his pants, he hoped she wouldn't notice how much his hands were sweating. Or how much he was sweating.

It felt wickedly warm in the crowded club, and when Dean glanced back at his brother. The large man was gone, and so was his girlfriend. Had he been ditched? Left all alone with April?

"A beer and a martini please." April waved over the bartender. She looked back at him and cleared her throat lightly, pulling back his attention.

It was good he was left with April, his only distraction now gone.

"So April, where are you from?" Time to turn on some of his famous charm.

"Atlanta, you?"

"They make angels in Atlanta now?" After a moment, April averted her gaze. She looked a bit flustered, and their drinks were placed down in front of them.

"Cheesy." She laughed and Dean gave a laugh of his own. This was working. He didn't feel a large desire for April, but he was out of his own head for the first time that night.

"I know. I'm from Kansas, but if women like you are just roaming around down here I might need to move." Taking a sip of the beer, he felt the liquor starting to kick in.

"What brings you to Georgia?"

"My brother, his girlfriend and I are here for a trip."

"That girl sitting on him? She was cute, they look good together." April commented thoughtfully. Oh God, why did he mention her? The memories of her were like a punch to the gut, rushing right back to him.

"Yeah. Make each other real happy." It was the best he could muster. He meant it too. Sam and his lady make each other happy. It makes Dean happy. Tonight, Dean would be happy with April.

"Do you have anyone who makes you happy like that?" April asked, placing a hand on his knee. Her hand felt warm on his knee and he smirked. Placing his hand over hers, he scooted himself closer to her.

"You can make me happy like that." The two leant in then met each other for a deep kiss in the middle. Dean held her face in her hands, feeling her soft lips on his. She pushed him back a bit, sliding off the chair and standing over him.

They separated for air before she pressed another aggressive kiss to his lips, leaving her sticky gloss on his lips. Pulling away again, Dean followed her lips.

"We should dance." Dean nodded, following her pulling him to the dance floor. The music thrummed in his ears, the bass reverberated through him. For once, all he could focus on was April. She really was pretty.

Long blonde hair and a neon dark pink dress made her look like Barbie. Her white eyeliner drew elaborate patterns. The glitter on her body shimmered beautifully, and her dark eyes were calling him to her bed and into her arms. She smelt like coconuts and mocha. Under the flashing lights, her makeup glowed in the dark.

They began to dance, slowly at first and she pressed her hips to his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her chest against his. His hands found her hips, and they began to grind to the beat of the music. He was feeling like Dean again, feeling like nothing stood in his way outside of his personal issues.

She whispered his name as his grasp tightened around her hips.

Then it happened. It was like a path cleared, and Dean saw her. Her tight dress wrapped around her, hips moving on Sam. She was throwing it back on his little brother in a sensual fashion, and Sam's hands were tight on her hips. Sam's brows were furrowed in intense focus, watching her hips move on his crotch. With each jump of her hips, Dean felt his heart sink.

April basically disappeared, even though he could still feel her lips pressing glossy kisses to his neck. He wanted to push her off of him.

If April was an angel, she was a goddess. It was like she was basically calling him over. Her dark bohemian braids were falling over her shoulders like a waterfall. Sam's tongue poked out of his lips in deep focus.

April turned them around, thankfully saving Dean from falling back into his heart ache. He could feel his heart crawling back to his throat, and he was on the verge of dying of a broken heart. April pressed her lips back to his, but Dean couldn't have as much passion before. All thoughts of April were replaced by thoughts of her.

As they danced under the flashing lights, Dean's eyes found their way back to Sam and his girlfriend. Now they were making out again, Sam taking in handfuls of her.

Dean couldn't help but watch with pitiful eyes as the realization set in the longer he looked their way.

They pulled apart, and Sam whispered something in her ear. She nodded, and Sam pressed a hard kiss to the top of her head. The two started for the club exit, and it was like she was taking Dean's heart with him.

April was still dancing with him and he couldn't hide his sigh. He couldn't do it. He pulled her off him, and avoided making eye contact. The tips of his ears turned red from embarrassment, his neck felt hot. April looked at him with confusion, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Hey I'm sorry. I think I had too much to drink, I can't do this. I'm not feeling the best." He stammered awkwardly. April's face slowly fell in disappointment. Then she looked sympathetic, understanding that he felt like he was close to throwing up. Not for the reason she thought. He felt sick of sadness and self disappointment.

"Oh...I'm sorry. Are you okay, do you need help or something?" Rubbing his shoulder, Dean shrugged it off and shook his head.

"No I'm fine, I think I'm just gonna head out. It was nice meeting you." April nodded, watching Dean wave her goodbye and head for the door as well. His mind and heart raced, the feeling of jealousy replaced with fear.

He made it to Baby, the cool air of the night breezing his face. His head spun, the ground feeling unsteady under his feet. His legs felt like jelly and he unlocked the car door. Crawling into the driver's seat, Dean took a deep breath, attempting to steady his heart beat but he couldn't do it no matter what.

He was in deeper than he thought. He knew he had it bad, he knew he wanted her so badly that it was almost insane but he didn't realize it was this bad. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears, like he was still in the club.

His hands shook with guilt. It was his little brother. How could he want to take away something so precious from his little brother? How could he want to do that? How could he not talk himself out of it?

April didn't work. Drinking didn't work. Dancing with someone else didn't work. Nothing was working. No matter what he tried, it just wasn't working. His stomach turned, and he felt his throat dry up.

His eyes stung with tears of frustration. Why didn't it work? He knew why. There was no replacing her. There was no replacing someone so beautiful, inviting, intriguing. Someone with such a broad personality couldn't be replaced. She haunted Dean, like an awful memory or a terrible hangover. She wasn’t just beautiful, her entire personality was. Her very soul was. Every part of her was. It was like she cleaned his spirit just by being near him.

His brother was happy. For the first time since Jess, Sam found a girl who he could be himself with. A girl who loved Sam for Sam and here was Dean wanting her for himself. Sam deserves her. Sam deserves someone who shows him he's worth love. Who shows him just how much she cares for nothing in return. A person who understands him in ways Dean couldn't.

Dean was terrible, terrible for his shameful desires. The tears felt hotter than hell, scolding down his cheeks. A silent sob shook through his body. He ran away from a gorgeous woman because he wanted what his brother had. No. It wasn't about wanting what Sam had. He never cared about Sam having a girl or not, the way Sam never cared who Dean shacked up with. It was about her. Dean wanted her and no one else.

He had it bad, he had the type of feelings that don't just go away because of a night with someone else. He realized then that when she left that night with Sam she truly did take his entire heart with him. And there was no getting it back.

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[davnittbraes]

A Study in Feminism

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7190 (I’m sorry)

Warnings, tags etc: mention of addiction and recovery, very brief unwanted physical restraint, reader technically commits assault and runs from the cops, mentions of past relationships, arguing, angst (of course, because it’s me,) rage at the patriarchy, explicit smut, oral f!receiving (of course, because it’s Frankie,) unprotected p in the v action with previously given consent and present but not mentioned birth control, c-spot orgasm (DONE RIGHT, none of that blindly stabbing at things nonsense) and some fluffy silliness to top it off

Notes: this is my first true one-shot, as in I have no intention of developing this into a series. We’ll see how long that lasts lol. No mention of Frankie’s kid(s?) here, the word count is bad enough without diving into that

Objectively, it’s a shitty bar. 

But it’s the only one in the area that won’t be packed tonight - it’s lack of television screens eliminates the chance of rowdy, drunk crowds packing in to watch the big game, and really, the last thing you want is to be around a bunch of obnoxious people right now. 

Today was… A Day. 

Your morning sucked. Work sucked. Your commute sucked. Everything just. Sucked. 

The type of exhaustion born from dealing with too much bullshit is setting into your muscles and all you want to do is close this day out with an ending that isn’t as terrible as the rest of it. 

So. The bar is shitty, but it’s quiet, and it has food and alcohol. Three out of the four things you need right now. 

And the last thing just texted you to say he’s on his way. 

You smile as you type out a quick reply to Frankie. Funny, you’ve been doing that a lot lately. 

Smiling, about Frankie. 

It’s only been a few months, and you’ve both got enough relationship baggage that neither of you are rushing into anything. So it’s a little early for you to be confident in saying it’s going to be a long-term thing. 

But you’re still smiling when you lock your phone and the wallpaper photo lights up your screen - you and Frankie, kissing in the middle of a mutually enabled giggle fit. 

Not an unusual scene, in your relationship. 

He makes you laugh, often, those dry one-liners that come out of nowhere, spoken in that quiet, almost always gentle voice. A voice that belies his strength and determination, a focused drive that got him through his military career and earned him a place on elite task forces. 

The same focus that pulled him out of the pit of addiction and led him to be five years clean this year. 

Now, he’s the reason why your exhaustion is already starting to slough off your shoulders, just the anticipation of his presence enough to set your heart racing and turn your thoughts away from the events of the day. 

He’s the reason why you had the energy to shower after work, throw on a pretty sundress and some makeup instead of sulking alone at home on the sofa. 

He’s the reason why you wanted to end the day on a positive note, because since Frankie came along, you know what it’s like to be happy and you want to stay that way. 

Shifting on your bar stool, you set your phone down and reach for the glass in front of you, taking a sip. The unoccupied seat beside you suddenly fills, a guy wearing a bit too much cologne sliding into it.

Internal alarm bells go off immediately, skin on the back of your neck prickling in warning. There are plenty of empty seats that aren’t right next to you. But then again, this isn’t the first time some guy has invited himself into your evening unwanted. You can handle this. 

Glancing around, you pick out an empty table for two toward the back. You’ll just move over there -

“Hey.”

You look at the man who just sat next to you, silently praying to whatever the patron saint of women drinking in bars is. Please let him not be a creep. “Hey, I was just moving -“

“Come on, now, you’re the reason why I sat here in the first place.” He turns to face you, smile too forced, gaze drifting down your body. “I’ll buy you a drink, we’ll get to know each other.”

Nope. Not a chance. 

Keeping your tone neutral, you move to slide off the barstool. “I’m good, thanks.”

He stands up suddenly, stepping too close, expression shifting to something dark. 

You inhale sharply, startled, and his cologne catches in the back of your throat, stinging your eyes and almost making you cough and you blink rapidly to clear your vision. 

Gotta get away, where -

“Hey, dude. She said no.”

An unfamiliar voice drifts over your shoulder, a tall, broad man stepping up to your side, placing himself just a bit in front of you.

You can’t help but frown at him - who is this guy? - but the creep with the cologne scoffs, gives him a onceover, then slinks away. 

The guy turns to smile at you, and your frown fades. He’s instantly charming, warm and friendly. And he did just scare off what was going to be a problem for you.

Clearing your throat, you reach for your drink to get rid of the lingering scent of strong cologne. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs, settling into the now-empty stool. “I see a girl in trouble, I have to step in. It’s the right thing to do.”

Those internal alarm bells sound off again, quieter this time, unsure. He seems friendly, but he moved right into that stool the creep had just left far too easily for your comfort. 

Time to go. 

You grab your phone, slip it into your purse. “Well, I wasn’t really in trouble, but I appreciate that you want to help other people.”

“Guys like him are assholes. They should be put in their place more often.” He shakes his head, leaning an elbow against the bar, charming smile dimming as if he’s upset even talking about it. “Might not have seemed like it to you, but men like him can flip pretty quickly. He definitely would have taken advantage of you.”

A flash of surprise makes you freeze, staring at him. He assumes you were completely blind to how obviously dangerous that guy was? 

A hard note slips into your voice, despite your efforts to keep it light. “I was leaving when you showed up. I would have been fine.”

He clicks his tongue, gaze running down your frame in an echo of the other guy’s. “I’m sure you would have. But girls like you are always safer when you have a man to look after for you.”

“Excuse me?” Your voice rises, anger rushing through your veins. “I don’t need ‘a man to look after me.’ I can do that myself. Watch me.”

You shove off the barstool, spinning around to -

His hand grabs your arm, grips tight, pulls you back. 

Shock rips through anger and you yank hard to free your arm -

His fingers dig in, bruise -

It doesn’t budge he’s too strong -

You struggle to pull free, managing to glare at him, anger flaring bright at the smug look on his face. “Let me go.”

He grins, gaze dark with something that curls into your stomach and makes you sick. Makes your heartbeat waver and your lungs clench with panic. 

You hate this feeling. 

This feeling of helplessness.

It’s one you’ve felt too many times in situations too similar to this, when you’ve had to cautiously navigate a conversation with a strange man who was coming on to you, always aware of the fact that they were usually bigger and stronger than you, that many people would be on his side if it came to a fight. 

That society would have you “give him a chance,” no matter what you wanted. 

Frustration sweeps through shock and panic.

No. 

You’ve had enough of men making you feel this way. 

Like you’re powerless.

You shove him with your free hand, pushing all your body weight into the motion. 

He jerks backward, thrown off balance, letting go of your arm as he stands up. “Hey! Watch it -“

“What’s going on?”

The quiet, gentle words seep into the tension in the air, dull the harsh beat of your pulse in your ears. 

You look over your shoulder, voice rushed, high with too much emotion. “Frankie.”

He’s eyeing the stranger, jaw set in a tight line as he moves to stand by you, placing himself between you and the guy. 

A thrill of something primal squeezes the air from your lungs - the way Frankie moves, with the confident grace of someone who has fought similar fights countless times, and won. 

With the absolute certainty that he will do whatever is necessary in order to protect you.

Your heartbeat races for a different reason, another kind of heat flooding your system. 

Seeing Frankie stand up for you is… unfairly sexy. 

The stranger scoffs, looking at you over Frankie’s shoulder, sneer twisting his features. “For someone who doesn’t need a man, you sure are quick to hide behind one.”

You freeze. 

Shame pours ice-hot down your back. 

No. You will not let him make you feel like this. 

Powerless. 

Anger boils, irrational and unstoppable - 

You’re moving, slipping around Frankie and pushing out all your anger and frustration at this asshole and all the world’s assholes and -

Ow. 

The stranger is shouting, slumping, holding his hands to his nose. 

Why does your hand hurt?

You’re moving again, surging toward the stranger, but someone grabs you and -

Instinct shoves you back, a grunt as your elbow hits something soft -

Rage dims enough for a sliver of awareness to sink back in. 

Frankie wraps an arm around your waist again, pulling you back, his voice finally registering to your anger-haze mind. “Stop, come on, we have to get out of here -“

A patron sitting at the bar a few seats away is on his phone, talking frantically, you catch words drifting through the rush of blood in your ears -

Police -

Assault -

Broke his nose -

You push Frankie away and find your feet, grabbing your purse and moving quickly toward the back door.

The cool night air hits your skin and you gasp, the contrast to the heat boiling in your chest sharp and disorienting. 

Frankie’s right behind you, pulling the door shut and striding quickly toward the street. “Come on, I parked this way. We’ll go to my place, it’s closer.”

Instinct more than anything pushes you to follow him, your mind too chaotic with adrenaline and anger to think. The guy’s sneering smirk replays in your head over and over, that smug superiority of someone who thinks they hold power over another person. 

Your teeth hurt as you clench your jaw. 

Worse, that he did hold power over you. That he was stronger than you. 

That he proved his point. 

Because Frankie -

Was only trying to help you -

The rational thought burns to ash as soon as it crosses your mind, caught in a whirlwind of rage echoing with the words of the asshole back at the bar. 

Because Frankie shoved his way in. 

Frankie opens the passenger side door to his truck, gesturing for you to get in. The gesture reminds you of when he’d stepped between you and that asshole and shame ripples through you again. 

You liked it -

No, he interfered, he didn’t think you could hold your own -

You shake your head sharply, trying to knock the irrational, anger-fuelled thoughts back as you slide into the seat and he closes the door. 

Deep breath. Let it out. Try to calm down. 

The silence is heavy as he drives, vibrating with tension, hanging between you just waiting to crack and spill out all the words you’re trying so hard not to say, but that tiny sliver of rationality is growing harder and harder to hold on to, worn away by the memory of that smug smile and that slimy glance down your body and those words -

“Wanna tell me what happened?” 

Frankie’s quiet voice is jarring to the noise in your head, just enough for your tenuous hold on your temper to finally snap. 

You shift roughly in your seat, struck with the urge to move but annoyingly stuck where you are for now. “What ‘happened’ was you got in the way.”

He glances at you, a movement you see out of the corner of your eye. “How did I get in the way?”

Ignoring the heat of frustration in his voice, you power through, holding tight to your own anger. “You shoved yourself into a situation that I was handling just fine without you.”

“Really.” The sarcasm is a low blow, it stokes your anger perfectly. “I wasn’t aware you wanted to go to jail tonight. Sorry I stopped that from happening.”

You throw up your hands, let them fall to your lap with a loud slap to emphasize your frustration. “Don’t be dramatic. I would have been fine. I didn’t need you to get involved.”

A moment of silence, and you risk a glance in his direction - the green glow of a traffic light illuminates him as the truck passes underneath it, catching the faint movement of his index finger tapping slowly against the steering wheel. 

Great. He’s using that anger management technique he learned in therapy. 

Next he’ll be trying to walk you through it too, count steadily to ten, so you can both calm down and talk about this. 

Yet another thing you don’t need from him right now. 

Right now, you want to rage, at him, at the asshole in the bar, at the entire world, for making you feel like you aren’t enough. 

Frankie clears his throat. “Obviously not. That punch was perfect.”

The words throw you for a loop, not what you were expecting, but not enough to quench your anger. “Yeah, well, I’m no spec ops but I can throw a punch. Which is why I didn’t need you to step in.”

He looks at you again as he turns onto his street, but it’s too dark to see his expression. “Look, I saw you were in trouble -“

“I was handling it.” You cut him off quick but he keeps going. 

“- and I care about you, so yes, I stepped in -“

“- I didn’t ask you to -“

“You don’t have to, that’s just what you do for people you care about.”

An undefinable emotion flood your veins, hot and cold at the same time. “Oh, so that guy cares about me?”

A pause. “What?”

You scoff, fold your arms across your chest, suddenly hyperaware of your body and uncomfortable about it. “He stepped in when another creep was being too pushy, so he must care about me, too, right? I should have been grateful to him, let him buy me a drink?” Rage chokes your throat. “Should I have let him take me home and fuck me because he stood up for me?”

“You know that’s not what I’m saying -“

“Then what are you saying, Frankie?” You twist in your seat, look at him without even seeing him. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’re no different than that guy.”

Frankie stills, turns off the ignition, sits back in his seat. 

You hadn’t even realized he’d parked in his driveway. 

Blinking, you finally look at him. 

The outside light is on, casting his features in a dull orange, deepening the shadows around his eyes from the bill of his baseball cap. You can’t see them, but it doesn’t matter - you can tell by the slump of his shoulders, the downturned corners of his mouth. 

Your words echo in your thoughts. 

Guilt spikes through your anger. 

You hadn’t -

You didn’t mean -

What you said last still hangs in the air, unable to be taken back. 

Frankie moves, breaking the stillness. Opens the truck door and steps out. Closes it behind him. 

You watch him walk up to the front door of his house, unlock it, disappear inside. 

The dull thud of the door closing behind him is like a final toll of a bell. 

Your voice cracks in the silence of the truck cab. “Fuck.”

The worn hinge of the truck door creaks as you scramble out, slam it behind you with a little more force than you meant to. The buzz of anger in your chest shifts, turns toward yourself too, and how you treated the one man who was kind to you tonight. 

You’re such an idiot, why would you say that -

He’s not -

A growl of frustration chokes in your throat as you push through the front door. 

The house is quiet, dark, only the entryway light left on. And empty, no sign of Frankie -

He comes out of the kitchen, a bag of frozen green peas in his hands. 

Your heart stutters hard enough to hurt, and you lean back against the door as if it could give you strength.

Frankie stops in front of you, gaze on the bag of peas as he holds it out to you. “To keep the swelling down.”

A huff gets stuck in your tight throat, comes out more like a cry, and you blink back the blur of tears, look up, around, anywhere but at him. “How dare you be so thoughtful and sweet after I said the worst things to you.”

He gently takes your hand and turns it over to rest your sore knuckles on the bag of peas. “Still care about you.”

You can’t even look at him, can’t see the hurt that you know is obvious in those warm, brown eyes. Instead, you focus on his hands, on the large palm cupping the pack of frozen peas to your scraped knuckles, the long fingers of his other hand loosely curling around your wrist. 

All the fire and heat and fury that burned in your chest moments ago suddenly sputters, flickers. Dies. 

A heavy sigh loosens the tightness in your lungs. “I’m not mad at you.”

His fingers flex on your wrist, his low hum of disbelief vibrating over your skin. 

Fuck, you really screwed this up, didn’t you. 

Letting your head fall back against the door, you force yourself to look at him. He needs to see it, that you’re telling the truth. “I mean it. I’m not.”

That warm gaze meets yours - yeah, just as you thought, it’s there, hurt tinged with anger and now doubt. 

That stings more than the hurt, actually. 

The knowledge that he’s doubting you, your honesty. Maybe even how you feel about him. 

Fuck your pride, girl. Just tell him. 

Shifting your wrist in his grip, you take his hand, squeeze it tight. “Look, I liked it, okay? And I’m angry with myself and I took it out on you and that’s not fair, and I’m so sorry, Frankie. I’m sorry.”

A frown forms between his brows, his gaze flickering over your features in confusion. “Liked what?”

Oh god, just say it, get it over with. “When you showed up and like immediately stepped in to defend me, physically put yourself between me and the threat with no hesitation, then stood there with your stupidly broad shoulders and strong arms and testosterone and this whole aura of “don’t fuck with my girl” and god, Frankie, it was so hot. “

His mouth twitches, lips curving at the corners and his frown melts away, hurt in his eyes replaced by fond amusement. “Oh yeah? You liked that?”

Your nose wrinkles as embarrassment tries to push you away from him. “Yeah, I did.”

“Wanna know what was really hot?” 

His voice dips low, rasping down your spine, pulling it into an arch that curves your hips toward him, a movement tracked by his gaze. 

He definitely catches the clench of your thighs, too. 

His thumb glides over your bruised knuckles. “What was really hot was watching you clock a guy with at least six inches and fifty pounds on you, staring him down like you were gonna castrate him right there in the bar.”

Biting back a grin, you twine your fingers in his, cocking your head to the side. ��If only I had a knife.”

He chuckles - why is that so hot - and lets go of your hand, tugs you toward him, pushing into your space, his chest brushing your breasts through your dress. Anticipation catches in your throat, arousal you’ve been holding back for so long pulsing to life. 

Then his expression turns serious, thoughtful, his free hand slipping around your waist to rest on the small of your back with casual intimacy. “That’s what I was thinking, you know.”

Your thoughts are already sluggish with a pleasant haze, it takes a moment to figure out what he’s referring to. “That you wanted me to cut his balls off?”

“I was thinking don’t fuck with my girl, because she’ll make you wish you’d never laid a hand on her, and leaving with your balls still attached is the least of your worries.”

The absolute certainty, the pride in his voice - some emotion you’re not ready to name twists behind your ribs, trembles through your veins. 

God, what you wouldn’t do for this man. 

Lifting your free hand, you let it trail down his chest, the slight swell of his stomach, brush over the bulge of his jeans. His breath hitches as you press your palm there, lean in to murmur against his lips. 

“Don’t worry, your balls are safe with me.”

You catch the glint of his answering smile before he’s taking the sliver of distance between you and swallowing it in a searing kiss that pulls a moan from your throat. 

He echoes the sound back when you flex your hand, fingernails scratching lightly against denim, palm grinding over his cloth-covered cock. Arousal warms between your thighs as you feel him twitch, already starting to strain against the fabric.

Need swarms over your skin, your thoughts, dizzying. 

Fuck, everything about him feels so good, the way his body presses to yours, his hand glides up your back, his tongue swipes over your bottom lip, how his breath stutters against your cheek when your fingers curl over his length and squeeze -

Crash -

You startle, hands flying to grasp at Frankie’s shoulders as you whirl toward the source of the sound -

Tiny, cold balls ping off your legs -

What -

Frankie huffs, looking down at the floor by your feet, mouth twisting up in a sheepish smile. “Dropped the peas.”

You glance down at the bag, split open, a few random peas still rolling away, and a surprised laugh bursts from your chest. He looks at you, gaze sparking, and your laugh gets stuck in your throat, a wave of intense affection flooding warm through your veins. 

It amazes you, sometimes, how much you want him. 

He obviously sees it, expression shifting to something similar, darker and sweeter at the same time. 

Then he’s pulling you to him, hand curling around the back of your neck as he kisses you firmly, thumb pressing at the hinge of your jaw until you open for him.

Yes -

His tongue slips into your mouth to glide along yours and a rush of heat floods your core and you clutch at his shoulders, sweep his cap off those soft curls to sink your fingers into them, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

Something shifts, you can feel it under your palms, an energy that flares to life deep within him. 

Your own body responds, moulding to his, silently pleading for more. 

He gives it, kiss turning into something more desperate, all lips and tongue and panting breath and hands roaming your body, catching on the fabric of your dress, slipping underneath. 

The heat of his large hands on the swell of your ass makes you gasp, break the kiss, and he groans. 

“Need you -“

The pleading tone of his voice brings your lips right back to his, your hips arching into his grip, shivers of pleasure racing along your skin when his fingertips dig in just enough to sting. 

Then you’re moving, feet stumbling to follow him, senses too focused on how his lips move against yours and his hands sweep over your hips and his thumbs trace the waistband of your underwear -

Something soft but solid bumps against your thigh  and then he’s turning you, guiding you back to lean on it - the arm of the sofa, you’re in the living room now. 

He pulls away enough to look at you, dark gaze flitting over your features as if taking you in, every sign of your arousal that’s painted on your face. The corner of his mouth ticks up, as if he likes what he sees. 

There’s something almost cocky about his expression and it feeds the heat growing in your core, cunt throbbing for friction. Your hands fly to his belt, start to open the buckle but he takes your wrists, stills your motion. 

You hesitate, confused. “Frankie?”

“It’s okay.” He brings your hands to his lips, kisses them lightly before setting them palms down on either side of you, resting on the arm of the sofa. “I just wanna taste that perfect pussy of yours first.”

A moan falls from your lips, and his smile grows as he sinks to his knees. 

Holy shit -

Seeing him like this, knelt before you with that goddamn knowing smile, his hands smoothing up your thighs as he pulls the skirt of your dress to your waist. It’s exhilarating in some way, shoving your need for him even higher. 

But residual guilt suddenly tamps down on your arousal. “Frankie, I’m supposed to be making you feel good -“

“This does make me feel good.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and yanks them down your legs, glancing up at you as he leans in. “Hold that pretty dress up for me, baby.”

You just manage to grab the skirt of your dress to keep it out of his way when he flicks his tongue out and swipes it over your clit. 

Oh fuck -

Pleasure sparks through your core, your thighs falling open, and he hums in approval as he shifts closer, large hands gliding up your legs, warm and steady, plush lips pressing a wet kiss to your clit before lifting his gaze to look up at you. 

A moment, and you’re pinned by that dark brown, those beautiful eyes that glow with some kind of warmth, some sort of emotion that’s stronger than any you’re ready to name yet.

You swallow against a suddenly dry throat, a mirroring emotion swelling in your chest, his name falling from your lips in a hushed whimper. “Frankie…”

He blinks once, a slow sweep of his lashes, the last moment he gives you to breathe. 

Then he truly begins.

Fuck it’s so good -

The flat of his tongue warm and slick against your folds -

Your fingers curl into the fabric of your dress, so tight it hurts. 

Scrape of his moustache over your clit sends shivers of pleasure through your body - 

Lungs ache for air, you struggle to breathe, swept up in a wave of hot-wet-heat that sears your skin. 

It’s intense and all-consuming, how he pulls pleasure from you body with his mouth, knowing exactly what makes you fall apart, a combination of experience and intuition you’ve never been the focus of before him. 

You can’t stop watching him, mesmerized by the sight of his tongue slipping through your folds, swirling around your clit, dipping down to lave over your entrance. Pleasure builds steadily, a throbbing pulse that radiates through your veins in time with your rapid heartbeat, and you finally break, gasp for breath, a sharp inhale that cracks with his name -

“Frankie oh god -“

He groans in response, dark gaze growing darker, hand gripping your thigh to haul it over his shoulder and -

Your head falls back, a cry cracking free from your aching chest. 

The angle brings him closer, lets your hips roll into the heat of his mouth, and you chase it, shudder as he follows the movement, flattens his tongue so you can grind your cunt along its length. 

Pleasure spirals through your veins, voice tight with it. “Yes oh god just like that -“

You try to find a rhythm but can’t, a steady tremble growing in your thighs as your pleasure swirls higher and you whine in frustration. 

He pulls back, words deep and rasping against your sensitive skin. “Come on, baby, ride my tongue until you come, I wanna taste it.”

His hand grabs your hip, guides your movements, pulls your folds along the slick of his tongue and catches your clit with a flick at the end and it’s perfect so perfect and -

Again and again -

Heat grows, swirls through your core, pushing higher and higher. 

Yes you can feel it right there right there -

He nudges deeper and his tongue grinds over your entrance on the next roll of your hips and you cry out, muscles tensing, so close -

Again -

A burst of wet heat -

Swell of pleasure and it bursts -

You sway with the force of it, scrambling for purchase, a hand diving into his hair to hold him there as your cunt pulses with each wave. 

Finally it breaks -

Air rushes into your lungs, blood pounds in your ears, your entire body shivers with the release. 

He groans long and low, tongue pressing to your entrance, long fingers gripping your hip so hard it stings. The wet sound of him swallowing your pleasure down pulls a trembling aftershock from your core. 

Fuck he’s so fucking sexy and incredible and perfect -

Need you need him now -

Thoughts still scattered, a tug on his curls is all you can manage. 

And he’s there, rising to kiss you, fill your mouth with the taste of your own pleasure. You melt into him, wanting more, slip a hand between your bodies to cup his cloth-covered cock.

He grunts, a sharp exhale that shoots straight to your core and sparks renewed arousal, and you squeeze as best you can through the denim of his jeans. 

You find your voice, murmur against his mouth. “Are you gonna let me apologize to you now?”

His hands curve around your waist. “Apology accepted.”

Suddenly he grips and flips you around -

A whirl of motion and -

His hands press firmly between your shoulderblades, pushing you down until you’re bent over the arm of the sofa. 

You moan into the sofa cushion as a shiver of primal need runs down your back - so fucking hot when he manhandles you like that - arches your hips up, seeking. 

He tosses the skirt of your dress up over your waist, the clink of metal telling you he’s unbuckling his belt. “You like that? When I move you around however I want?”

A frisson of embarrassment stills your movements, and you huff into the cushion. “Shut up.”

The sound of a zipper as his words drift down over you, gentling and teasing at the same time. “Come on, baby. Say it. For me, I wanna hear it.”

Leaning up enough to throw a mock-glare at him over your shoulder, you bite your lower lip to stop from moaning again - just the sight of him, all broad shoulders and mussed hair and dark eyes, towering over you, enough to send a rush of want through your body. 

And that playful, knowing look in those dark eyes tells you he’s not going to oblige you until you give him what he’s asking for. 

Sighing dramatically, you flop back down, burying your face in the sofa cushion to muffle your words. “Yes, I like it.”

“Like what?”

Damn him. Whining, you wiggle your hips to tempt him into moving on from this but hands on your hips still your movement. “Fine. I like it when you move me around like that. During sex.”

He chuckles, one hand leaving you while the other grips your hip tight. “Distinction noted.”

Then he’s sliding the head of his cock through your slick folds, notching into your entrance and -

Oh fuck this angle -

The stretch -

You gasp for breath, fingers curling into the sofa cushion -

Pleasure pulses bright through your core -

He groans as he works his cock in. “Fuck, this pussy, so fucking perfect  -“

The wet squelch of each slow, grinding thrust echoes in your ears, ripples through the rising heat spiralling out from where your body clenches around the thick of his cock. 

Spikes of white-hot pleasure shoot through your hips and legs, tremble in your lungs, and you can’t think, only want more -

A pause, he stills, hips pressed against your ass, head of his cock tight to a spot deep inside you that sends a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. 

“Gotta breathe for me, baby.”

His rasping words sink into the pleasure-haze, the ache in your lungs burning enough to finally get your attention, and you inhale sharp, voice cracking. “Oh my god, Frankie, feels so good -“

“I know, I know, just breathe.” A warm hand glides up your back and down again, in time with a gentle thrust of his hips that grinds his cock against your cervix. 

Oh fuck -

An intense burst of pleasure rips through your body, flashing white at the edges of your vision. 

Again -

It’s so much it’s overwhelming it’s incredible and you’re floating -

Over and over -

Your fingernails scrape at the sofa cushion, hands desperate to anchor yourself, spit out gasping words. “Right there just like that oh g-“

He grunts as your cunt pulses around him. “Holy shit, you’re gonna come already - fuck -“

The shudder runs through your entire body, clenches his cock tight, and you feel it, building so fast - too fast - it’s so much how -

A high-pitched whine of his name is all you can manage. “Frankie -“

“Come for me, come on -“

Again - 

Strong hands on your waist, holding you in place -

Again - 

Bright hot heat -

Bursts -

Every nerve ending in your body alight, blood rushing in your ears -

The drop and -

You gasp for air, like you haven’t taken a breath in centuries, throat aching with a sharp throb and you swallow against it - did you scream? Fuck. Probably. 

Strong hands caress your lower back. “That was a good one, huh?”

Senses scattered, you blink to try and clear your vision, your head, find your words. “Yeah.”

An amused chuckle, a gentle shift of his hips that drags his cock along your sensitive inner walls, sends a shiver up your spine. “Want me to give you another one?”

Your cunt clenches instinctively as he seats himself deep again, pleasure once again spiral outward through your limbs. “Yes, make me come again, please.”

“Yeah? I want to, baby. Love watching you fall apart on my cock.” Another slow thrust that curls your toes. “Wanna give you what you want, always.”

You moan into the sofa cushion, his words slipping beneath the haze on your thoughts to someplace deeper, something that tightens around your heart. 

Then strong arms are slipping underneath you, hauling you upright, hands are pressing you back against a broad chest and -

The sharp thrust of his cock rips through your body but his hands hold you firm, pin you in place as he starts up a rhythm that shoves pleasure through your veins. 

Your fingers curl around his forearms, nails digging, strangled moan falling from your lips. “Holy sh-shit-“

“Yeah, I know.” He groans into the crook of your neck, tongue flicking out to taste your heated skin. 

His hand slips down to where his cock pulls slick from your dripping cunt, calloused fingertips finding your aching clit instantly. 

Fuck -

Your legs waver and his free hand shifts, arm wrapping around your waist to keep you steady as his fingers match pace with the snap of his hips. 

Pleasure rises, hot, swirls out from your core and fills every corner of your being -

Frankie -

So perfect so good feels so good -

His free hand finds your breast, dives into the neckline of your dress to cup it firmly, grinds his palm over your peaked nipple and tiny sparks of pleasure join the flood, sweeping you away -

The first pulse of your orgasm looms, pulls a cry from your throat. 

He picks up his pace, voice rasping in your ear, words stifled by the rhythm of his thrusts. “Fuck I’m gonna come, come with me, baby, please come with me I need it -“

Yes yes yes -

Up higher and higher until it’s a tidal wave of bright heat -

Your slick spatters on your inner thighs, squelches around his cock -

There -

Your head falls back, body shudders against his. “Frankie -“

His pace stutters, once, a cracked groan rumbling in your ear -

Everything pulls tight then releases and -

A flood of wet heat against the pulse of his cock deep in your pussy -

He thrusts again, again, slows, again -

Pleasure finally dims, moves to overstimulation, his fingers leave your clit to help hold you steady, his cock slowly slipping free of the clutch of your cunt. 

You take a deep breath, try to find your body again. There’s a certain disorientation, soaked in spent pleasure, tilting your thoughts and skewing your senses, making everything seem so far away yet close at the same time. 

The urge to find an anchor, to root yourself, pulls to the forefront. 

Lifting a shaking hand, you sift your fingers through his hair. “Frankie?”

His sigh against your neck is full of contentment, lips pressing soft kisses to the space just below your jaw. “Yeah, baby?”

Somehow, that’s enough, and your own contented sigh shifts the air. “Frankie.”

“Is that the only word you know now?” 

His chest vibrates with laughter against your back, enough of a physical sensation to bring you down into your body even more, become aware of his teasing tone. 

You lightly tug on his curls. “Fuck you.”

“That’s three, at least.”

Huffing a laugh at his obvious display of male pride, you pull out of his embrace to lean over the couch and take more weight off your trembling legs. “What did you do to me? I can barely stand.”

“What did I do to you? What did you do to me, I thought I was gonna pass out, you were choking my cock so hard.”

“Well, that was your own fault.” You arch your back slightly, stretching sore muscles. 

His hands cups the curves of your ass, groaning when you instinctively spread your legs and bend lower. “You’re killing me, baby. Look at you, you’re a mess.”

You shiver as his thumbs spread your pussy open, glide through your combined pleasure. “Hmm, well, that’s also your fault.”

“I see how it is, everything’s my fault all of a sudden.” 

His playful, grumpy tone makes you grin, break character, straightening to turn around and kiss him firmly. He leans into it, arms coming around your back to hold you tight, his soft moan dusting over your cheek.

A few moments pass, moments that feel like forever and are gone too quickly at the same time, and when you pull away and meet his gaze, that beautiful, soft brown so warm with affection - for you - emotion stings the back of your throat.

Gently cupping his cheek, you stroke your thumb over one of those bare patches along his chin that his beard never grows into. “I mean it, Frankie. I’m sorry. I was angry at the world and I took it out on you, and that’s not fair.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to -“

“Please, listen.” You hate to interrupt him but you need to get this out. He pauses, nods once, and you take a breath before you continue. “You’re what I want at the end of a bad day. I’ve had more fun with you than anyone else in my entire life. And I know I can trust you to always have my back, even if I don’t think I need the support. I know you’ll be there for me.”

Swallowing back against a suddenly tight throat, you give voice to the emotions that were boiling under the surface of your anger earlier in the evening. “It’s frustrating, being a woman. Sometimes it feels like society expects this impossible balance, like we’re supposed to be ladylike, pretty and soft and gentle and also strong but not too strong, like we’re supposed suck it up but also withstand the pressure.” 

Sighing, you let your hands rest on his chest, drawing strength from the steady rise and fall beneath your palms. “I just… tonight I felt that, and I hate it so much. I don’t want to feel like that. I wanted to prove to those guys - to everyone - that I am strong enough. Even more. That I’m stronger than they want me to be.”

He looks at you, tiny crease forming between his brows. “I can’t say that I understand, not exactly. But I get that feeling of not being enough, of needing to prove yourself but hating that you feel like you need to at the same time.”

Right. Of course he does. 

Everything he’s been through in the last few years, he probably understands better than most. 

You lift a hand, press that crease between his brows flat with the pad of your thumb. “I know you do. But you don’t need to prove anything with me. You know that, right?”

His features soften, smile pulling at his lips. “I know. Do you?”

“Yeah, I do. Even if I forget it sometimes.” Biting your bottom lip, you weigh your words, settle on what you hope is enough. “You make me happy, Frankie. Really, actually happy.”

He smiles for real, gaze warm and bright. “You make me happy, too.”

You pull him in for another kiss, trying to push everything you’re feeling into how your lips move with his, your hands curl into his hair and over his shoulders and down his sides and around his back. 

It’s enough. Maybe more than. 

A stronger tremble shivers down your legs and your knees buckle, pulling you and Frankie apart. 

He deftly catches you around the waist, grinning. “I was that good, huh?”

Laughing, you shove his chest playfully and lean back against the arm of the sofa. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Never.” A brief kiss to your forehead, then he’s stepping back, straightening his clothes and turning to walk out of the room. “Stay here, I’ll grab something to clean you up.”

Wrinkling your nose, you try to stand, fail and settle back on the sofa. “I don’t need you to wait on me.”

“I know, and I support that.” He calls back over his shoulder as he disappears around the corner. “I’m a proud feminist, baby.”

You bite your bottom lip, giggling to yourself. 

“Shit!”

His startled shout instantly wipes the smile off your face. 

You pitch your voice so he can hear you. “What happened?”

A sigh that shakes with laughter. “Stepped on the peas.”

Your snorting laugh echoes as it drifts down the hallway, and you don’t really care how unladylike it sounds. 

[saberswordseabass]

A Hidden Danger pt:1

Being a human in this strange universe was not as easy as it had used to be. Earth has been gone for a while now, most of the species being kidnapped by pirates or giant snake people, and now being treated like a dainty flower that would break to the lightest breeze by Carrion's guardian, a large bipedal bovine woman, called Trish.

"I am telling you it'll be fine! I'll be careful. Besides, it'll be amazing to see a new planet that not even the rest of the community knows about!" The twenty year old human states in an excited tone before grumbling at how uncomfortable the suit Trish was making him wear was.

"I know you'll be careful. We all will, but it's more of I don't want you harmed." Trish sighed as she looked down at her charge that came up to the middle of her brown furred torso, although the protective suit hid most of her features, besides her horns which were curled into a similar shape like a Terran's highlander cow.

"Technically, I should not have allowed you to go on this expedition in the first place. I can get in major trouble, I am supposed to be helping you." Trish states as Carrion looks back up at her and gives a tired sigh. Her ear flicks slightly as the door to the steel box they were in opens, allowing the rest of the expedition crew to arrive.

A large bipedal bear steps through the door, their belly straining against the protective fabric of the Hostile Environment Neutralizer Suit. In the padded hand of their suit, they carried a large briefcase like box. This was Tur. They were the group's expedition biological field agent. "Ah, it is good to see you are both already prepared. All we have left is to wait on Nellion, our geologist, and the surveyor of the expedition."

The geologist was another humanoid figure, only having an inch on Carrion compared to the over two feet the other two had him. Someone here didn't make him feel too small for once. An epicene voice rumbles through the speaker system of the suit.

"Trish, it is wonderful to have you with us again. We missed you." Nellion turns to Carrion, stepping closer to the human, allowing him to see the feline like eyes barely through the darkened glass of the helmet.

"It is good to see you as well, Nellion. This is my -" Before Trish could finish, Nellion interrupted, causing the guardian huff in annoyance.

"You must be Carrion, our new archeologist! It is wonderful to meet you, I am sure you will do wonderful." Nellion gave Carrion as Cheshire smile before heading to a free corner of the steel box and pressing a button.

The elevator they were in began to slowly lower, bringing them to the vehicle bay of the small explorer ship. A rover large enough to fit them all laid on it's dock bed, prepared for it's mission. The group of four take up their seats as the engine flared to life, blue glowing from it's center. The exit ramp lowered as the hover pads raised up the rover a good foot of the ground.

Before them laid what was an empty wasteland, consisting of nothing but jagged stone and harsh winds across the sandy stones. "Wow. I thought we'd be landing on one of the jungle areas." Carrion states as the wind fills the bay, the sand plinking of the glass ineffective in scratching or otherwise damaging it.

"This is as close we could get to one of the older plant species on the planet. The station needed to see if we'd be able to use it for better structural support in upcoming colonies." Tur spoke loudly as their speaker rumbled out, but it was barely heard over the howls of the sand. Nellion, who was driving the rover, had begun to pilot the rover to a break in the fury that was the wind.

"Trish?" Carrion rumbled out to his guardian that was sat to his left. His helmet turned to face her.

"Yes?" Her helmet turned towards him, the inside beginning to fog up slightly from each word spoken.

"This is a lot dif-," He began to say before stopping and leaning his head to look around her, his eyes squinting at something distance. Trish turns her head to look over to her left. A short red blip broke through the torrent of sand.

"Hey! Something is over there!" Carrion shouts, pointing at the blip. Nellion squints before turning to Tur. "Let's check that out first. We have a few days to get the sample. This planet was supposed to be uninhabited."

Tur nods in agreement. Nellion begins to type onto the console, and the rover begins to hover towards the red blip. Upon getting closer to the blip, allows them all to see it is a red light connected to the side of the rock face. A large metal door that looks like it was sandblasted for a hundred years also rests in the rock face.

"Nothing to indicate sentient life was found when we scanned the planet earlier." Tur hummed in a curious tone as Carrion climbed out, much to the surprise of Trish who climbs out with him.

Getting up to the door, it was more visible to see the sand had grinded the once air-tight door enough so something could find more purchase. "Trish. Think you'll be able to open this?" Carrion asks as he runs his hand against the sanded door.

"I appreciate the compliment on how strong you think I am, but if it's a standard blast door, I ain't opening it." She states as she could just feel the puppy eyes from Carrion. "Ugh, fine, I'll try. Stand back in case something breaks horribly."

Carrion stands behind her as she hooks her padded fingers into the groove. The door lets out an ear grinding screech, but it opens none the less. Upon opening, the doors lock, no longer needing her to force it. The way down almost horribly dark. Carrion flicks on his H.E.N.S.' built in light, about to step in.

"Wow, there! I go first, as I have to keep you safe." Trish places a hand on his chest as Nellion and Tur step out of the rover. Carrion blinks before allowing her to go first. The rest of the team was not far behind them.

After setting down the grimy steel hallway that was illuminated by their suits' lights, the entrance groans. The locking mechanism snaps loudly, releasing the door. It closes, sealing them in.

Turning around after it was too late. What Nellion said next was lost on Carrion as his universal translator.

This is my attempt to throw a hat in the ring of @wolven91 's amazing universe him and a few others are making. If I have anything wrong with in the lore, please let me know! C&C very much welcomed.

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

The Mysterious Salvatore Brother (The Vampire Diaries Fanfic) Part 2: Damon x Plus Size Fem!Reader

When Y/n got home, she quickly ran up the stairs to her bedroom, tossing her backpack on the floor and getting changed into something nicer. Slipping on her favorite heeled boots, she took one last glance at herself in the mirror. The dark purple dress with mid length sleeves and a sun and moon belt highlighted her fuller figure. Satisfied with how she looked, she headed back downstairs, flip-phone in hand. She made her way towards the door, only to stop dead in her tracks as she heard her mother's stern voice.

"Where are you going looking so fancy?" Her mom asked, standing arms crossed in the entryway to the living room.

Y/n's heart pounded, as she turned, doing her best to smile convincingly. "I'm just going to do some research for a paper Mr. Saltzman assigned." Technically that wasn't a lie.

"What type of research requires you to wear such a revealing dress?" Her mom said suspiciously. "Is there a boy or girl you like involved in this?"

"Look mom, we're meeting at a public place. Mystic Grill, alright? The bartender is Caroline's boyfriend. I'll be completely safe." Y/n explained, exasperated. "Any more questions or would you rather me be late?"

Y/n's mom opened her mouth threatening to ask more, but closed it after seeing the expression on her daughter's face. "Fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so harsh on you. You're more levelheaded than I was when I was your age. Just be careful hun, ok?"

"Thanks mom." Y/n said, waving and leaving in a hurry. She lived only a short walk away from Mystic Grill, so she didn't need anyone to drive her.

The sun had set over Mystic Falls, Virginia. Streetlamps and car lights sparkled in the crisp night air. Y/n turned the corner and crossed the street, heading for the glowing red sign of Mystic Grill. Opening the door, she entered, slipping through the crowd of men and women as muffled music played in the background.

The table where Damon Salvatore sat was warmly lit. He set down his glass of scotch and greeted Y/n with his usual charm. "Hello there, lovely."

Y/n rolled her eyes, faking irritation as Damon looked her up and down with great interest. "Its just a dress I got from one of my older cousins a while back, you don't have to stare like that."

Damon laughed lightly, his suave exterior softening for a split-second. "I'm glad you made it safely. Did you bring something to take notes with?" He inquired.

"Yeah!" Y/n replied, fishing a small notebook and pen out of her purse. "So what's the amazing information you have on Mystic Falls that the internet seems to overlook?"

Damon reached down beside his chair and pulled some newspaper article clippings out of a folder in a leather satchel. "Tell me what you think after you read some of these..."

Y/n scanned the different articles, taking note of the similarities between each one. "Wow... some of these articles are really old." She said, noticing the dates. "How'd you get your hands on these--"

"--Unimportant." Damon interjected quickly.

Y/n glanced up at him, but decided not to interrogate further. "It is really... weird." she commented. "All of these stories talk about people being brutally injured by some unidentifiable animal... Like, what in Mystic Falls could be that big and get away without being tracked down or documented."

Damon looked over his shoulder, then leaned in. "It is strange. Maybe we should consider the possibility of it not being an animal at all?"

"Whats your point? You're saying a human did this?" Y/n said skeptically. "A human that bites people... so...?"

An older man bumped into their table, knocking some of the papers off. "'Scuse me," the man said gruffly, turning around and noticing Y/n.

Damon's expression changed from irritation to disgust as he noticed the man staring at Y/n's cleavage. Y/n mumbled something too quiet to hear, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"See something you like?" Damon said, challengingly. He got up from his chair and stepped between the creepy man and Y/n.

The man attempted to shove Damon, but underestimated how fast Salvatores reflexes would be. Damon grabbed the creep's arm and twisted it behind his back at an excruciating angle, dragging the man towards the back door of Mystic Grill. Y/n waited at the table a few more seconds before curiosity consumed her and she grabbed her purse, heading for the back door and exiting it to make sure Damon was ok. She'd never had men fight over her before, and while she had faith in Damon's strength against the pervert, she still wanted to be there to call the ambulance if her new friend got injured at all. What she saw in the alleyway behind Mystic Grill was not what she had expected to see.

The creep was battered and bruised, slumped against the brick wall by the back door, and Damon, covered in the man's blood, was licking the crimson liquid off of his fingers with a kind of inhuman dark enthusiasm. He then pulled the man up by the collar of his shirt, his eyes turning red and the veins in his face turning dark. Damon began biting and drinking the man's blood from his neck.

Y/n stood, frozen, unsure of what to do in her state of shock. Her mind started to put together the information from the newspaper articles she had seen. Damon was the one harming all those people in Mystic Falls through the years. He was dangerous, beyond anything else Y/n knew. Damon Salvatore was a vampire. Yet Y/n couldn't look away. She didn't feel bad for the man as he lay on the ground, bleeding out. She walked towards Damon, almost in a trance.

Damon stopped feasting the second he noticed her approaching. "You shouldn't be here." Damon said, wiping the blood from his mouth on his sleeve.

Y/n kept approaching until she was only a few inches away from Damon, who was still panting from the thrill of his sanguine feast. She ran her fingers over his chest, leaning in and standing on the tips of her toes so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Damon."

Damon looked confused and simultaneously pleased. "You're really pushing your luck, beautiful. Aren't you even slightly worried I'll do what I did to him, this time to you?" He said, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"You saved me." Y/n whispered, blushing.

"Not sure if you caught on, but I'm a--" Damon started.

"--Shhhh." Y/n interrupted gently. "I know. If you wanted to hurt me you would've done it already. Now, are you alright? This is all his blood, correct?"

Damon nodded, still confused, but not enough to stop from saying something smug. "I didn't think a shy girl like you would be so cool with this. You're either a masochist or have a death wish. Either way," he smirked, leaning in and kissing her passionately on the lips.

Y/n blushed deep red, knowing this was her first kiss, and possibly her last if Damon changed his mind about keeping her around. She felt extremely brave, and more than a little overwhelmed by how amazing it felt.

[lixenn]

Character profile

I've managed to translate my rambles into something comprehensible, so have Ottavio's character profile! Since he's a canon character, I kept the basic information to what I found on wiki and just fleshed out his character with the few scraps the entry has begrudgingly gifted me.

Ottavio

Name: Ottavio

Job: Cloud Officer of the Varia

Age: 39

Flame type: Cloud (active)

Nationality: Italian

Appearance

Ottavio has lightly tousled, fair hair and wears glasses. He has a thin face and wears the customary Varia coat.

Personality

I’m basing my Ottavio on the three facts wiki has given me which are he is smart, deceptive and a smooth talker. Also, this personality breakdown is based on Chief’s opinion of Ottavio, so keep that in mind.

Looking in from the outside Ottavio seems like a decent guy; he’s competent, thinks quick on his feet, smiles a lot, doesn’t look nearly as crazy as the other Executives.

Which was one of the first things that tipped Chief off. He’s too perfect, too normal. There’s no way in hell a Varia veteran just walks around smelling like daisies, pretending to not have any skeletons in his closet. This is Varia we’re talking about. The skeleton in your closet is your best friend, you have known it for years, called it Steve and are weirdly attached to it.

Ottavio’s nice guy routine raises all of Chief’s hackles, because this man acts like one of the old farts at the Iron Fort, who politic their way through life and shoot their enemies in the back room so they don’t get any blood on their heirloom carpet.

He’s a liar, constantly wearing a façade, never showing his true intentions. And Chief hates it. He can’t stand liars; he’d prefers outright madness instead of always being left second guessing someone's motives. His instincts never stop screaming at him when Ottavio’s in his vicinity and it’s driving him up the wall. It doesn't help that his inner Cloud can’t stand the perceived competition since Ottavio has the strongest Cloud Flames in Varia territory.

Conclusion: Chief hates Ottavio’s guts. The level of contempt he feels for the other Cloud is bordering on irrational but the more he’s forced to interact with him, the more he realizes that this guy? Has a whole graveyard in his closet.

Now, there are several reasons why Ottavio is still sticking around and hasn’t been incinerated by Xanxus for being a lying piece of shit.

Arrogance: Ottavio doesn’t perceive Chief as much of a threat. While Chief’s position as Head of Housekeeping technically makes them equals in the Varia hierarchy, he’s still a non-combatant. Therefore Ottavio tends to let his guard down when he’s interacting with him. This is based on his belief that he can always get rid of Chief later if the worst-case scenario occurs (aka Chief finds out he’s a traitor). But Ottavio doesn’t have that assurance with Xanxus and the other Officers, which means he’s way more cautious with his behaviour around them.

Acting ability: Ottavio is an excellent liar and knows how to play the game. He’s good at finding the right words, adding just enough flattery to be charming but not enough to be suck-up. He plays his cards close to his chest and he has a way to sway other people’s opinion in his favour.

Unfortunately, Chief alone doesn’t have enough sway to get rid of the Cloud Officer, even though he knows something is fishy is going on. Here’s why:

Connections: Ottavio’s from the old crowd. As former second in Command of the Varia, he still has a lot of support not only from older Varia members - Assassin and Housekeeping alike - but also from the main Family itself. Hence, he’s got a lot of influence and big names (such as Nono himself) to back him up, which makes simply disappearing him quite a difficult affair.

Competence: Ottavio is Varia Quality and has been for years. He knows his division like the back of his hand, his mission record is spotless, and his paperwork game is only outdone by Squalo and Chief himself. So, sacking him based on a ‘bad feeling’ is sadly not going to work (Chief is very salty about that).

This all adds up to Chief being stuck with a traitorous colleague, which is nearly as bad for his blood pressure as Dave's constant pranks. The only thing he can really do is warn his subordinates about the rat in their midst. It doesn’t help that Ottavio constantly undermines him, messes with his employees and just generally doesn’t value Housekeeping at all.

Well, that was my try to give this random filler character an actual personality. Like always, if you have questions or comments about this, my OCs or worldbuilding, just give me scream at me via asks.

[imtheiliad]

BIG LOVE AHEAD [1.2k | cute| small town/coffee shop au] {ao3}

for @firemedicdiaz- I hope this can be a soft blanket of distraction <3. and for @singlethread- happiest of birthdays <3

surprise i wrote an au that didnt turn into a 20k+ saga lol. Title from Big Love Ahead by Mon Rovîa. enjoy!

Evan Buckley is absolutely soaked. Standing in the rain and miserable If he’s being truly honest with himself. But that’s the thing. He should be miserable. Because he just had his heart broken. He was supposed to have had the cinematic love story— from the meet cute while he had been helping Bobby host the annual toy drive to a kiss in the rain after they decided to exchange keys and each have a drawer at the other’s place, cheesy keys in a jewelry boxes, contact paper and all. But the box is in his jacket pocket and it’s pouring rain.  and Alex was the one with the car that night so Buck trudges towards home. Trying not to think about how this news will spread throughout town, for lack of a better term, like wildfire. 

Sure he could have called a cab had his phone not died of course. So yeah he was pretty much stuck walking through town, completely soaked. 

He's not sure why he stops on the corner that he does, maybe to take a break under the awning of the little coffee shop that opened recently. He had been meaning to stop by, but it felt like a betrayal against the old machine that sputtered out the perfect cup at the station. 

He runs a hand through his sopping curls. And he hears a crack of thunder and sees a flash of lightning. 

“Fucking hell,” he mumbles to himself. 

“You wanna come inside?” 

Buck jumps as he turns towards the door, where he finds a man about his age leaning out of it. He's wearing a henley and a flannel— both of which look impossibly soft. He has a towel sling over his shoulder and gentle eyes. 

“Aren’t you uh, closed?” 

“Technically, but when I see cute guys walking through severe weather I get concerned.” 

“I- um, I don't want to keep you. I really don’t live too far.” 

“I live upstairs,” The man says and shrugs, “and I can make you a hot beverage so you don’t get sick.” 

Buck swallows the fact that standing in the rain doesn't necessarily get you sick and accepts the offer. 

Once they are both inside the other man takes stock of him and how he’s dripping onto the welcome mat. 

“Uhh let me get you a towel— and maybe a change of clothes?” 

He’s gone before Buck can protest. 

He looks around the cozy shop and then locks eyes with a pair behind red glasses. The gaze scrutinizing. 

“Who are you?” the boy demands  

“Uh, my name's Buck.”

“That's a funny name. Why are you all wet?” 

“Christopher, what have I told you about rude questions buddy?” 

“It was a valid question. I just didn't know how to explain getting brutally dumped to a six year old.” 

“I'm seven!” Christopher pipes up. 

The man laughs shyly, “I'm Eddie Diaz by the way.” 

“Evan Buckley, but everyone calls me Buck” 

“You’re the…firefighter right?” 

Buck just buries his face in his hands, “Sorry there are approximately 10 queer people in this town and we must all know each other.”

“It’s okay. There’s a bathroom around that corner.” Eddie holds out a fluffy towel and what looks like a neatly rolled t-shirt and pair of basketball shorts, “sorry this is all I had that I  thought might fit.” 

“Hey, it’s better than what I've got on.” 

He exits the small bathroom feeling a bit refreshed and finds Eddie behind the counter seemingly hard at work at a new chalkboard sign. 

“Pick your poison—tea, cocoa, or decaf?” 

“Cocoa!” Buck brightens. 

“Are you really a firefighter?” Chris asks with the pure wonderment only a seven year old can have. 

“Yeah, I am!” 

“Can I come visit and slide down the pole and sit in the truck? Please?” 

Buck smiles so much it hurts his cheeks a little bit. 

He lowers his voice down to a conspicuous whisper, “You ask your dad and I'll ask my captain and we’ll see what we can do.” 

He knew Bobby would say yes, he loves having kids at the firehouse as long as they are respectful if they have to rush off. Which doesn’t happen all that often anyway. 

Eddie comes back to the table tray in hand, loaded up with two hot chocolates and a black coffee along with a cookie split into thirds. 

“Thank you, you really didn't have to do this.” 

Eddie waves it off as he brings his mug to his lips and takes a long sip of coffee. 

“Can we please visit Buck at the firehouse Dad?” 

Eddie smiles down at Chris and ruffles his hair, “Sure kid.” 

The beaming smile that comes in return nearly blinds Buck– and only makes him smile harder too. 

☕☕☕☕☕☕

It’s two days later when Bobby texts that Marie (the coffee maker) has finally and officially shorted out (RIP) and asks Buck to bring a round of various coffee concoctions into work for the crew. 

So of course he stops by Eddie’s shop– which is of course swamped, because it's 7:30 on a Monday morning. 

Ravi, a kid he recognizes from one of their community events is behind the register while Eddie seems to be the one focusing on the drinks. 

“Hey um Ravi?” he asks while handing over the cash for the drinks, “Could you tell Eddie that I'm asking about my suit? He’ll know. Thanks.” he smiles as Ravi nods. 

🚒🚒🚒🚒🚒🚒

It's later that day, they've cleaned the entire station, as per the Monday schedule, and even went on a few calls. 

“So,” Chimney pops his gum, “I hear that you had quite the roller coaster weekend in the relationship department, Buck.” 

Buck raises his eyebrow with uncertainty. 

“Well I heard that–”

“Stopping you right there Henrietta.” Buck replies holding up his hand. 

“Yes, Alex and I broke up. And yes I met Eddie who owns the coffee shop. That's it. Happy?” 

“Then what is Eddie doing here with a child and what appears to be your date night suit?” Chimney asks eyebrows climbing rapidly. 

“Just because that's all that happened doesn't mean- Hey you two!” 

“Ravi got your message to me, I took it to the dry cleaner. And I, um, thought you would want this back too." Eddie holds out the box tentatively. “I didn't realize it was that-”

“Oh,” buck smiles, opening the box, “it's just a key- it wasn't”

“Oh!” Eddie smiles, “well regardless. It's yours.” 

Buck glances over his shoulder to see that Bobby is entertaining Chris with a plastic firefighter helmet and the different parts of the engine. 

“Come here,” Buck takes Eddie's hand and pulls him further away from the prying eyes of his well meaning but nosy family. “So, I know I was just broken up with, but I would really like to take you out on a date sometime. Or just for dinner, as a thank you. Totally fine if-”

“Yes, I'll go on a date with you.” Eddie encroaches further into his space and brushes a light kiss over his lips. “Wanted nothing more since I saw you sopping wet under the awning.” 

Buck rolls his eyes and laughs. 

“So Buckley, are we gonna get free coffee out of this whole deal or what?” Chimney asks, leaning against the engine. 

He looks up at Eddie and whispers, “you can say no,” in his ear. 

“Sure.”

“Dad, Dad, Dad, can you and Buck help me down the firefighter pole?” Chris asks, rocking excitedly on his crutches. 

“Let’s do it!” 

Eddie looks over at Buck, smiling in a way that makes Buck realize exactly where Chris gets it from, and just reflects it back.

[11crowsinatrenchcoat]

Scp 049 and 035 headcanons :D

Here are my designs for them

First headcanon is that 049 absolutely trips fucking balls over lavender, and that's the reason it works better then sedatives. Technically, the extreme of the high is almost an overdose because, at the correct does it gets him a little zooted but helps him sleep (as depicted in the image above) and 035s essential oil of choice is rose, although they have a shit sense of smell and usually have to eat it. This acts as an aphrodisiac (credits to @prinx-quail because it's originally there's and idk I just think it's funny they both shouldn't be allowed in bath and bodyworks)

Second headcanon which I do not have a picture for because how could I, is that 049 is completely colorblind. He relies on contrast between tones and touch to find people's veins and stuff successfully. He also has bad vision (right eye being worse then the left) and should probably wear his glasses more.

Third headcanon is that 035 is never allowed to drive 049s cool hearse because they get road rage and curses people out in ancient Greek. 049 does think this is funny but last time it happened 035 almost hit a pole.

Fourth headcanon is that 035 tries to possess statues in museums when no one is looking because they think it's funny

5th is that the runes 035 writes on the walls are just recipes written ominously in allagaden. That or hard-core smut written in allagaden

Alagadda Canon supremecy honestly

I'll have to draw all the lords but I do think they're all centipede abominations

049 has 4 shoulder blades, the upper 2 are where his wings used to be

049 also does not remember most of his time in allagada other than the vague recollection of a few kf his drunken mistakes

049 can reealllly hold his liquor. Like give him 3 bottles of wine and he'd be fine.

Now I have one more drawing and then I'll leave! Let me know if you want more, I've got plenty!

1: you stay here, ok?

2: only if you keep the bath-bombs out of your mouth

3: fine.