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satninroses · 1 year ago

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Your neighbor/friend elvis is fixing/working on something that requires him to be laying on the ground. You are sitting watching him just hanging out. He asks if you can give him a hand and hold up a part of the thing he is fixing (maybe motorcycle, a car or something like that idk lol). The thing is heavy so to get a solid grip you have to stand up your with legs on either side of his body that is laying on the ground on his back. You have a bend in your knees slightly squatting over him honestly struggling to hold said item up. He happens to glance up and you are standing right over his line of sight (in a dress). But for some reason reader doesn’t have any panties on today. So here we have the reader is squatting legs spread directly above elvis. He definitely slows down fixing this on purpose to have you hold it longer. You finally say you can’t hold it any longer. Maybe he says something like “don’t you feel a breeze darlin” and reader instantly realizes. Screaming but she can’t go anywhere because she is still holding item up. Elvis chuckles at her squirming around before he tells her she can let go. She instantly moves away and is humiliated. Elvis definitely didn’t mind tho

Breeze

(A/N): I’m trying out new formatting! I might tweak it a little bit over the next few posts! Please let me know what you all like!

Pairing: Mechanic! Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 2,068

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Swearing, Reader is NOT wearing undies, teasing, embarrassment, Elvis being an ass, Implied smut

June in Tennessee was absolutely ridiculous. Unless you were wearing next to nothing, there was a good chance that you overheated. Unluckily for you, your car had decided to take a different route and bust up on you while you were trying to leave your house. It was hot. You were frustrated. There was absolutely nothing that could have made the day better.

Except for you sexy mechanic boyfriend.

You met Elvis almost 2 years ago when the same thing happened to you. The only difference is that it was August and you were on the freeway. You walked almost a mile towards the outskirts of Memphis in search of a little body shop you spotted on your way out of town. Things with Elvis just clicked instantly and you were happy to call him your own.

You slammed your hand against the steering wheel and got out of the car. You stomped back inside your house and slammed the door. “Stupid car. It’s so hot WHY IS IT SO HOT!” You couldn’t tell if you were more mad at the heat or the car.

You pulled the phone off the receiver and dialed the body shop Elvis worked at. It rung a few times before Elvis’ deep sultry voice answered.

“Presley Body Shop. This is Elvis speaking how can I help you?”

“Hi baby!” He perked up at the sound of your voice. His heart was pounding in his chest like a fool while he smiled boyishly from the other end.

“Hey Doll. Whatsa’ matter? Care givin’ you trouble again?”

“You know it. I tried to run some errands but the universe had other plans. Can you come pick it up?” You smiled as you spoke. Knowing Elvis and his talent with cars, it would be a quick in-n-out.

“Well, I’m about to go on break. Why don’t I just come there? I’ll take the truck and bring some tools.”

“Oh, but it’s your break! I wouldn’t wanna bother you!” You pleaded.

“Baby, trust me. Any time away from here is a good time. I’m on my way girlie. Sit tight.” You two exchanged goodbyes and you hung the phone back up. You slipped off your shoes and ran down to your room to change. It was miserable out and you were sweating. You could at least make yourself look a little more presentable for him.

You peeled off the shorts and shirt you had been wearing in exchange for a little white satin slip dress. You knew it was a little risqué to be wearing it outside but it was only gonna be in front of your boyfriend. You also decided to forgo underwear as you deemed it way too hot outside to be trapped under so many layers. You teased your hair a little bit and applied a layer of some pink lipstick. You rushed downstairs and slipped on a pair of white heels.

Right as you were getting ready to go out and wait for him, there was a fast knock at your door. You opened it to reveal Elvis. He had one one of those mechanic jumpsuits and a pair of boots. He was covered in grease and sweat.

‘God I want him to fuck me right now!’ You clenched your thighs together slightly and smiled at him. “Hi baby! I missed you!” You gave him a little kiss on the cheek and he smiled back at you. “Missed you too yittle. Now, what’s the issue with ya car?” You giggled at his sudden nonchalantness but nonetheless, told him what was up.

“Well, I was trying to go to the store and when I started my car, the engine popped! The A/C when out too. I’m not sure what’s wrong with it.” You spoke to him. He nodded along with what you were saying to show he understood and he was listening.

You grabbed your keys and walked out to the garage with him. “Let me show you what I mean.” You turned on the ignition. For a moment, it almost sounded like it was gonna start. However, it sputtered a few times and the headlights went off again. “See! I dunno why it’s doin’ that!”

Elvis looked at the car perplexed. He knew that you had just ran around town a few days ago with him and it sounded just fine. What was so wrong with it now? He walked towards the hood of the car and popped it open. He took a long time examining it before sighing and closing the hood.

“Baby, I think Imma need to look under your car. I got a tool box in my truck, can you go grab it doll?” You nodded and sent him a sweet smile before skipping off to the truck. Meanwhile, he stationed himself under your car and began to skim around to find the issue.

You had returned with the tool box barley in your hand. It was hot and it was also heavy. The swear forming in your hands caused it to keep slipping out of your hands. You rushed your way through your garage and dropped it in front of him.

“Woah! Coulda’ hit me there doll! Whatsa’ matter?”

“It’s so heavy! And it was slipping out of my hands.”

He chuckles while you purse your lips. “You better not be laughing at me E!” He lets out a hearty laugh and smiles at you. “Never baby!”

You roll your eyes and pull of a folding chair to sit on. Elvis had returned back to the underside of the car to look for the culprit to your issues. “Baby, can you hand me the flashlight to your left?” You nodded and bent down to give it to him.

For a while, this cycle of sitting down, getting up to hand him things, and sitting backdown continued. Elvis was obviously working hard while you just sat there and looked pretty. You were no car mechanic, sure, but you still wanted to be of some help to him.

“Elvis, is there anything I can do to help? I just don’t wanna sit here and do nothin’.” You rose from the chair and stood over him. He pushes himself out from under your car to answer. As soon as he’s fully out from under, he looks directly up at you. However, instead of your face, he’s met with your pussy.

His eyes widen and he opens his mouth, only to close it right after. His pupils are blown wide and a blush is evident on his face. “W-what did ya s-say? I ain’t hear you is all.” He stumbles pitifully over his words.

You cock an eyebrow up and look down. “I asked if you needed any help. Are you ok?” You asked. Your lips pursed as you studied the look on his face. He looked like he didn’t understand what you asked and just kept staring at you.

“Uhh… Earth to Elvis? What’s wrong?”

At your question, he finally snaps out of his trance and looks you in the eyes. A grin that slowly turns into one of his lopsided grins is evident.

“Nothin’ baby. If you want, you can hold my tool box for me so I don’t have to keep getting up to grab tools.” You says in his sweet molasses accent. You smile and nodded.

You bend down to pick up the tool box and hold it in your hands while still standing him. It was heavy - ridiculously so - but you wanted to help out seeing as you were the one who got yourself into this mess.

For close to 10 minutes, Elvis would emerge and re-emerge from the underside of your car with a bolt or a wrench. He would swap them out for a different tool. However, before he would go back under, he would look up at you and stare into space for a while. At first, you smiled at him under the false pretense that he was looking at you and not your cunt but, after the first 5 times of doing that, you began to get skeptical.

“Elvis, you keep looking at me with that look. Is there something on me?” You spoke anxiously. What if you had bug on you or a stain on your dress?

“Eh.. lack-there-of baby.” He spoke smugly. You turned your head to the side and stared down at him, confused.

“What?”

He got a big dopey smile and pushed himself back under the car too continue working again. There was a deep rumble coming from his chest that sounded a lot like him laughing. An pang in your chest rang out through your whole body as you watched his lower body vibrate with a laugh. You felt tears well up in your eyes and you sniffled- rather loudly.

Sensing some kind of distress, he quickly pushed himself out and again and stared into your eyes. “Baby what’s wrong?” He looked at you with sad eyes.

“You keep staring and laughing at me! Is there something wrong with me? And what does ‘Lack-there-of’ even mean!”

You looked at him through damp eyelashes while sporting an irritated face. He smiled again and let out another hearty laugh.

Anger bubbled in your stomach like boiling water, just ready to spill over the edge. Before you had the chance to set the tool box down on the ground, he sat up and gripped your thigh.

“Don’t you feel a breeze?”

You stood for a second, very confused, as you looked at him. “Elvis, what do you mean?”

“You ain’t go panties on baby.”

Your eyes widen and your heart sinks. You thought back to that morning when you had decided against panties because of the heat. If you thought it was hot before, it was whole hell of a lot hotter now.

You gasped and stared right down into his pretty blues. A smirk was trained in his face while he let out a low snicker. Your mouth hung open, almost detached from your jaw.

“I-… Elvis… I-I can’t-“ You stumbled out. Your cheeks turned a bright shade of red and the horrifying reality finally set in. ‘That’s why he kept looking at me. That’s what he was looking at.’

Your grip on the toolbox almost loosened completely and fell on Elvis’ stomach. His snicker turned into a full on laugh. You closed your jaw and gave him an almost murderous look.

“Stop looking you pervert! Why didn’t you tell me what you saw!” Your normally soft temper was amplified tenfold. How could he just sit there while you embarrassed yourself? How were you getting so turned on from this?

“Elvis! Please let me go put some panties on!”

“No baby, I’m almost done. Just stay like that for a few more minutes and afterwards, I’ll show you how sorry I am.”

At the sound of this deep sultry voice commanding you, the wetness that had slicked up your thighs had dripped down your legs. The cocky look on his face only grew once he had seen what he was doing to you.

“Well. Ain’t that a sight.” Your red face turned even MORE red at his smug and mocking tone. You whimpered and attempted to close your legs a little bit. His hand shot up and held your mid thigh.

“No. Keep ‘em open. Wanna see my pretty girl.” You gulped heavily and nodded. You spread your legs open a little bit and continued to hold the toolbox.

The next 5 minutes continued in a sort of system. He would emerge, and stare right up at your pussy for a moment whispering sweet nothings up at you. He would lazily look for his next tool and slid back under the car. Finally, he had finished and came out from under the car fully.

You stepped back and set the tool box down on the ground, pouncing on him and holding him on the ground. You gave him an annoyed glance and squinted your eyes.

“You’re an asshole Elvis.”

“I know. But I’m your asshole, ain’t that right doll?”

You huffed out and picked yourself back up and off of him. You stood and offered a hand to him on the ground. He pulled himself up and smirked down at you. He pressed his lips against yours and held your waist in his big mitts. He released you from the kiss and took on a seductive look.

“Baby, let me treat you to an apology, please?”

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canyouimaginethatstory · 2 years ago

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Wrongfully Accused Part 14 (Lucifer X Reader)

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Things went smoothly for the next two months. You and Lucifer were happy. He passed every random drug test and visit Billie threw at him. Lucifer got his license renewed. As you predicted Bobby did end up liking him enough to give him his own car to keep and fix up. An old 1985 black Porsche. That's how you knew Bobby considered him a hard worker. He only gave the really good old cars to the employees who did the best and most work. Jessica and Sam were getting more anxious as Jessica just entered her eighth month mark. You were standing in your kitchen. Today was the day you were finally gonna tell your brothers about you and Lucifer. You were especially worried about how Dean would react. You know your oldest brother. It was more than likely not gonna end well. You grabbed a ginger ale from the fridge as Lucifer walked out of the bathroom ready for work. Your stomach always acted up when you were nervous. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asked as he walked over and gently rubbed your back.

"It's time they knew," you told him, "especially if we decide to go to your dad's book thing,". He nodded

"Ok, well call me if you need me," he said kissing your forehead "Bobby will let me go early if he knows you're upset,". You grabbed your bag and keys. Bobby was the only one who knew you were together and though he didn't like it he promised to keep it between you three.

"Have a good day my sexy mechanic," you said giving him a kiss. He softly patted your butt as you left. You got settled in your car and tried to calm your nerves. You hated feeling so nervous. "I can do this" you chanted to yourself as you headed off to the restaurant you decided to meet your brothers at. You decided on a public place so hopefully, your brothers wouldn't make a scene. You pulled up to the restaurant and cut off your engine. "You can do this," you told yourself again. You grabbed your bag and threw your keys in it before getting out of the car. You scanned the parking lot and spotted Dean's Impala so you knew they were already here. You walked in and up to the hostess.

"Can I help you?" she asked

"Yes, I'm looking for a table under the name of Winchester?" you told her.

"Yes, right over here," she said walking you to a corner booth where your brothers waited. She handed you a menu and went back to her podium.

"Hey Y/N," Dean said getting up and hugging you.

"Hey little one," Sam greeted pulling out your chair for you.

"Hey guys," you said sitting down, "have you ordered yet?".

"Not yet," Dean said, "what's this news?". You wanted to tell them but not too soon.

"Later," you told him, "let's just talk for a bit,". So you and your brothers enjoyed your lunch and talked. You listened intently as Dean bragged about taking down a killer who proudly called himself Hitler So now Dean goes around saying he killed Hitler. Which is completely something his goofball self would say. Sam went on about his worries over being a dad soon. You knew he could do it.

"Come on Y/N, we've finished eating," Dean said, "tell us what you need to tell us,". You took a calming breath as your stomach started to feel queasy again.

"Ok, but before I do I want you two to remember I am a smart woman and I am fully grown got it?" you asked and they nodded. "Sam you remember that pin pal project you started for your law class?" you asked. He nodded. "well one of the guys caught my eye," you admitted.

"Y/N did you enter the program?" Sam asked.

"Not exactly," you said.

"What does that mean?" Dean asked confused.

"I snuck a file out of the folder," you admitted, "the guy just caught my attention and we started writing each other and now we're in love,".

"Y/N most of these guys could be dangerous" Sam pointed out.

"He's not," you said.

"Who is he?" Sam asked. This was the moment you knew they'd freak out, but like you told Lucifer you were tired of hiding him. You looked your brother straight in the eye and confidently answered.

"Lucifer Shurley," you said.

"No, absolutely not Y/N," Dean said.

"Dean you are not dad," you pointed out, "and we've been dating for a while and it's been the best relationship I've ever had,".

"He's a criminal Y/N!" Dean said raising his voice causing people to look over at your table. You didn't care.

"No he's not," you said, "He was accused wrongly of a crime,".

"Oh come on Y/N," Dean argued, "did you really fall for whatever sob story he sold you?".

"It's not a sob story!" you spoke a little louder than you meant to, "Lucifer's story has never not once changed Dean,".

"He ripped his own father off Y/N," he pointed out, "stole from his own parent,".

"Oh please Dean," you said, "everyone knows how shady Father Shurley is,".

"He's always done the best for the town," Dean pointed out.

"No Dean he kisses up to the biggest names to keep funding for his lame ass books," you corrected.

"His books aren't that bad," Dean said.

"Seriously Dean?" you asked raising your eyebrow, "have you even read any of them?"

"Well, no," he said, "but people talk about them all the time,".

"Yeah and do the stories sound at all familiar?" you asked.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Like his novel A Fated Hunt. It's literally about dad accidentally killing Jo's dad during a deer hunt,". you pointed out, "and how her mom never fully got over it,". "So he wrote a story matching a real life event doesn't mean anything," Dean said.

"Or the story of Sam's tiny drug use in college," he asked, "which he cheesily titled Demon Blood,".

"I guess that was bad," he agreed.

"And what about his book about you?" you asked.

"Me?" he asked back confused.

"Heart Throb," you said, "he talked about how you were the lady's man of the high school and how you had that daddy scare with Lisa Brady,".

"Oh yeah, I still don't see how he knew about Ben," he admitted.

"He probably paid Lisa to tell him," you pointed out.

"Look it doesn't matter," he said standing up, "he isn't good enough for you Y/N".

"He is beyond good for me Dean!" you said getting up, "You don't have to like it Dean. But you will not big brother your way into breaking us up and you will not tell me who I can and can not date! I love him and he loves me," you grabbed your stuff and hurried out of the restaurant. Dean started to head after you but Sam stopped him.

"Dean, she's right," Sam said, "it's her life,".

"He's an ex con Sam!" he argued.

"I know and yeah I'm worried too, but she's not a little girl anymore,".

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years ago

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pls give me Eddie with a whip and a fuck machine :)

sure thing anon!!

warnings: smut (18+ of course), oral m receiving, hard kink/bdsm, dom/sub dynamic, "master" title, some degradation but a lot more praise kink, hair pulling, come eating, spit kink, impact play and use of a fucking machine (obviously? read the ask lol), a bit of aftercare but not a ton cause she falls asleep lmaooo

see those warnings up there? read them, it's why they're there :)

He tilted his head slightly at you, raising an eyebrow. "You're sure you can handle this?"

You glanced at it again: it wasn't what you thought it would look like. Well, not like you'd spent hours in your room at night pondering the inner workings of a-- for lack of a better term-- fuck machine. But you had thought about it before. A lot, actually, ever since your friend pranked you by replacing one of your favorite movies with a hardcore BDSM tape.

Well, joke's on her. It awakened some things in you. Oops.

That was before you started dating Eddie, but when you first met him, he still thought you were the innocent girl you did your best to appear to be. Eventually, you let him on to how wrong he was; but you tried to start small, little things. Spanking, light choking, you know... easy stuff. For you, at least. You had been afraid that if you told him all of your kinks at once, he would call you everything that you were afraid you'd become-- wrong, filthy, freak-- and not in a sexy degradation kink sort of way.

Over time, you got more comfortable with him, and not just by accident. He'd been supportive and understanding as you started to open up about your kinks and ideas, and perhaps most importantly, he'd been incredibly prepared. Apparently, he wasn't as new to all of this as you were. But, his experience certain had limits, and this was one of them.

He told you not to ask how he got it, so you didn't, but you were curious. There aren't... stores, that sell machines with dildos on the end for this purpose, right? Certainly not in Hawkins... probably still not in Indianapolis. It looked a lot more professional than you would expect if he somehow put it together, but then again, you didn't really know his mechanical abilities. He fixed your car for you once, is fixing a car similar to building a fuck machine?

And then there was the whip. That was actually his idea. He'd spanked you plenty with his hand and a paddle, but the whip was a step up. It wasn't, like, real, it was made for this... it had several leather strips on it, all black of course, and he said that it would sting a lot but not leave too many marks. You didn't mind the marks, but you figured he'd give you plenty of his own tomorrow night.

"Yeah," you finally answered, "I can handle it."

"If you can't, you know the safeword," he reminded you.

"Paladin," you smiled, because of course his safeword was a D&D reference.

"You're gonna need another way to signal me when your mouth is full," he decided, and you were already warm between your legs because oh, my mouth's gonna be full?

"Okay," you nodded.

"Just pinch me on the thigh," he decided, "really hard-- don't be afraid to hurt me or anything. M'pretty tough."

He had you strip down to nothing and kneel on the bed, hands and knees with your legs spread, and you felt quite vulnerable-- in a good way-- with him getting everything set up behind you. You giggled a little when he grabbed your hips and moved you to where he wanted you; he could've just told you to move, of course, but he probably figured out you'd like the manhandling more.

The only thing you liked more than being told what to do was being made to do things. Forced, even; though with Eddie, you were damn near always willing.

"Lean back a bit," he mumbled as he pulled your hips closer to the machine, and you jumped slightly when you felt the tip of the dildo press against you. You were so used to Eddie, and this was nothing like that. It wasn't warm like him-- not cold, thank god, but not hot-- nor as thick, and the foreign-ness was somehow titillating... you knew this machine wouldn't have any mercy on you, because it couldn't. Sure, Eddie didn't always slow down when you asked him to because without the safeword it was just a suggestion, but this was different. Eddie was responsive and, for as dominant as he was, quite gentle in many ways.

This was going to be a much more unforgiving experience, if all went right.

He didn't warn you that he was about to flip it on... he just did, and you nearly jumped before you forced yourself to stay still so the machine could do its job and, well, fuck you. It was slow at first, though still more sudden than you expected, and you shuddered as the dildo pressed into you and then pulled back slowly; the rhythm was steady and easy, and you started breathing deeply as you adjusted to it.

"Does it go any faster?" you asked, and your cheeks warmed as you heard Eddie laugh.

"Yes," he promised, "you're gonna see how fast it goes by the end of the night, I assure you. Just be good and patient for me now, baby."

"Yes, master," you breathed, and you heard his little satisfied hum. That title had been your idea first, a reference to his Dungeon Master status, and for how hesitant he'd been at first, he really got into it when you used it in context for the first time.

You didn't notice that you were starting to lean forward until his hand landed on your shoulder, rings cool on your skin as he held you still. "Gotta let it do its job, sweetheart."

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious-- just because you knew that normally, when you were getting fucked like this, he couldn't see your face or get a very good look at you. But now, he was free to circle the bed slowly with a slight smile, admiring how you looked being fucked this way. You met his gaze for a split second before glancing down, and he laughed again.

"Not gonna be shy now, are you, baby? You asked for this," he reminded you. "How does it feel?"

"Feels good, master," you sighed. "Not as good as you..."

He smiled at you gently, standing before you as he lifted your chin with two fingers. Your eyes lingered on the whip in his other hand. "I know, baby," he cooed, "you're so sweet. It's not going to be as good as being fucked by your master... but that's not the point."

You blinked at him, waiting for an explanation, but instead he walked back to stand by your side; you shivered as he lightly dragged the whip up your back, tickling you with the leather. "F-fuck, that feels nice..." you whispered.

"Yeah? How does this feel?"

He struck you hard on the rear with the whip, and you cried out. It was a sharp pain that faded quickly but still left a lingering sting for a moment, an ache already blooming across your skin. "Fuck, master, it feels good!"

"You like that?" he taunted, not even waiting for you to nod before he hit you two more times. "You're so dirty, sweetheart. I can see how wet you're getting from this, you're soaking that dildo, aren't you?"

You nodded as you whimpered. "Y-yes, master."

You didn't see him reach for the machine, but you felt it speed up and heard the slight whirring raise in pitch and volume. Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you, and the dildo seemed to be going a little deeper now. Just when you were starting to attempt to adjust to the new pace, Eddie struck you with the whip again-- and as he continued, the hits started to move higher up your back. He even hit you once on your arm, which shocked you enough that you lost your balance and dropped your face down into the mattress.

He growled as he pulled you back up by your hair, making you yelp and scramble to try to support your own weight. Of course, that stopped when he kneeled right in front of your face-- instantly, your hands reached for his thighs instead, sliding up to start trying to open his belt quickly.

"So fucking needy," he smiled, though he suddenly got very serious again. "Dirty slut."

Biting your lip to suppress your whine, you kept working on his button and fly until you were able to start weakly tugging his jeans and boxers down. "Can I suck your cock, master, please?" you begged.

"Of course," he cooed, as if he'd never denied you before, but he certainly had. He thought it was amusing to watch you beg for something you couldn't even derive inherent pleasure from... and really, you didn't mind begging. Especially not when the reward was that beautiful cock on your tongue and down your throat.

He was already hard when you gripped his shaft, and you pulled it down a bit to bring the tip right up to your open mouth. You licked up the bead of precum first, hearing him sigh as he loosened his grip on your hair (now that you were balanced on his thighs) and gently rested that hand on the back of your head instead.

"Look up at me, baby, you know the rules," he reminded you, and you quickly blinked up towards him to see his tilted, smiling face. "Good girl."

He pushed your head down, sliding himself further until his tip poked at your throat. You swallowed through the beginning of your gag response, eyes watering as you dutifully took him as deep as you could go. This was much more difficult when you were being distracted by the dildo driving into you; your thighs were clenching and your whole body was starting to shake a bit, plus there were these involuntarily moans coming out... you usually moaned a bit while sucking him off, after all you really enjoyed it, but this was different. Not to mention each thrust kept knocking you forward, keeping you from setting your own rhythm and pushing his cock deeper.

"I always wanted to know how you would suck cock while getting fucked," he admitted, "but I just couldn't let anybody else touch you, sweetheart, my poor heart couldn't take it."

Your own heart twisted to imagine him being just that right amount of possessive. As much fun as it was to imagine, hypothetically, being taken by two men at once, you agreed; you could never let another man have you the way your master does.

"Now, I get to see my baby getting fucked hard like this without having to share," he smiled. "I can tell you like it, sweetheart. Now, be careful-- I'm gonna whip you some more, but I don't wanna feel any teeth on my dick, alright? Keep that mouth wide open for me, baby."

He struck you on the shoulder-- a convenient location for him, and not too sensitive for you-- and you whined around him but managed to keep your mouth open like he said.

"Fuck, so good for me," he grunted, hitting you again on your upper back. You shut your eyes for a second, but kept bobbing your head as you started to taste more of that faint saltiness of his precum at the back of your throat.

The next impact, right on your side, was enough to make you shudder and nearly lose your balance again. You didn't realize how sensitive you were there, nor how much you would enjoy it, but your eyes rolled back in your head and he must've seen it because he laughed quietly.

"I bet you're giving that machine a nice tight squeeze, aren't you, sweetheart?" he purred. "I know how your pussy likes to give me little hugs when I hit you... 'cause you like it so much, huh?"

He pulled out of your mouth suddenly, freeing you to nod and pant with your open mouth. "Y-yes, master, I love it."

"I know," he cooed, bending down to kiss your forehead. You whined when he stood up and walked away, but that was the least of your concerns when he leaned past you and turned the machine up one more time. You immediately assumed this was the highest setting, considering how brutal it was; you were wrong, and proven so immediately when he turned it up again.

"Fuck!" you screamed, face dropping down into the mattress. "M-master... oh!"

You couldn't say much more than that, toes curling as the machine ruthlessly drove into you. Your limp body so much wanted to fall forward onto the bed, but he grabbed your hips and forced them to stay still, taking the dildo to the hilt with every rapid thrust.

"Hurts!" you managed to choke out into the sheets. "Fuck, hurts, master..."

"Yeah, I bet it does," he sneered, "gonna hurt more when I start whipping you, too."

You sobbed, but nodded-- amazingly, you still wanted it. The first strike nearly made your whole body give out, legs fighting weakly to push you forward so you'd pull off of the dildo. But he still kept you there, hitting you on the ass two more times as you weakly cried through his title a few more times.

"I want you to come so hard for me," he ordered, "can you do that? Can you come even though it's just a fake dick?"

You nodded into the sheets again, gripping them tighter as the whip hit your sore ass, your thighs, your side again. He only stopped when he decided he needed to be in your mouth again. With both of you so close to the brink, Eddie was just as ruthless with your throat as the machine was with your pussy so, needless to say, it didn't take you long to reach your peak.

Your orgasm was just as sudden and fleeting as the pain from the whip; it hit you all at once and then petered out as you choked on your moan-- and his dick. "Good fucking girl, fuck," he groaned, grabbing your hair and forcing himself so deep that your nose was buried in his happy trail.

You wanted to scream; the machine was still fucking you mercilessly even though you'd already come, and it was sending you over the edge into oblivion. Of course, you couldn't scream. Your mouth was full.

"Feels so good, sweetheart-- I know you're used to telling me when you're coming, is that what you're trying to do now? I can-- ah, fuck-- I can feel your throat moving on me..."

He pulled out of your mouth quickly, and you fell forward onto the bed as you finally got off of the dildo and gave your aching body a break. You were still shaking a bit as he rolled you onto your back.

"Open your mouth, baby," he whispered, and though your eyes were so heavy that you couldn't even open them, you (of course) obeyed. You didn't need to know what he was going to do to your open mouth, you just knew that it was what your master wanted.

As your mouth fell slack, he spit into it, and you swallowed quickly. "Thank you, master," you hummed.

"Keep it open, m'not done yet," he groaned, and when you opened it again, you felt him gently tilt your face towards him. He moved his hips and dropped them over your face, mumbling his instruction: "suck on my balls, sweetheart."

You wrapped your lips around the flesh and gently suckled, having to open your mouth wide to fit just one; once Eddie had figured out you had a slight fetish for those heavy, hairy balls in your mouth, he never missed an opportunity to make you lick and taste them. It was just the right amount of degrading and dirty for you, plus you loved those low groans he made when you laved them with your tongue or delicately licked that seam between the two of them.

He was jerking off just above where your mouth explored the loose skin, stammering out little praises as he neared his own impending orgasm. You were almost disappointed when he lifted his hips away and left your mouth empty, until a moment later when you felt the head of his cock brush against your lips, though not pushing in any further (as the angle would make that quite tricky anyways). "Hhng, fuck, such a pretty mouth my baby's got," he grunted.

You realized that he was jerking off straight into your mouth, and something about it was just so sexy; you writhed your hips slightly, sticking your tongue out to flick over his head. That earned you a light slap to the cheek, and you smiled dreamily. "Sorry, master..." you mumbled instinctively.

"Not a punishment, baby," he grunted, "fuck, you're so cute-- gonna fill your mouth, don't swallow it all right away."

You kept your mouth open wide, the yes, master implied as he jerked off faster above your face. He panted louder and louder, and finally you felt come shoot onto the inside of your cheek and run down to the back of your throat. You pushed your tongue back to keep from choking on it, finding the energy to blink your eyes open so you could see the look on his face as he came into your waiting mouth.

"Hi," he smiled at you, come still pouring onto your tongue, and you smiled back as best you could without shutting your mouth at all. He squeezed his cock with a sigh, pushing the last few drops out for you, and you wanted to moan but you were too afraid it would make the come slip down your throat and you figured he didn't want his own come coughed all over him.

He relaxed and pulled his cock away from your face, one ringed hand gently holding your jaw so he could slightly tilt your head one way and then the other-- so he could admire your come-filled mouth more appropriately.

"You can swallow it all now, baby," he offered, and you eagerly opened your throat for the warm substance.

"There you go," he grinned, "tastes good?"

"Yes, master," you nodded once you'd gotten it down.

He gave you a shockingly chaste kiss to the lips, slow and soft, and then took a quick moment to shut the machine off-- still uselessly fucking into the air, poor thing-- before he laid down next to you. "So," he breathed as he pulled you close to him, "was that sort of what you were hoping for?"

"So much better," you mumbled sleepily, nestling your face into his shoulder, breathing in his comforting smell-- cigarettes, cheap cologne, and fresh-cut grass.

"That's what I like to hear," he smiled as he pressed a kiss on your temple. "Are you gonna fall asleep, sweetheart?"

But you were already out like a light, and he laughed silently to himself as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

"A little rest, then we're getting you cleaned up," he whispered.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #dom!eddie munson x reader

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On Deck

Chapter 17

Summary: Although they grew up in the same small town, Chris and Sam had both gone their separate ways a long time ago. Chris moved up to become a MLB star, one of the best in the business, while Sam stayed stuck in the same small town. But when multiple injuries ended the Red Sox prodigy’s career, he winds up back in the same small town he swore he’d never be back to. The past may not stay in the past any longer, as old wounds begin to creep back up.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 4,268

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None!

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The clacking of Sam’s fingers on the keyboard of the laptop echoed throughout the apartment, reminding her of Dodger. The dog was laying on his bed near the kitchen as he stared at Riley’s cracked doorway, waiting for the teenager to come out of his room. But despite Sam’s attention focusing on the web page in front of her, she couldn’t help but narrow her eyes at Chris from his position, lying on his back against the rug, a band wrapped around his ankle as he lowered his foot from mid-air.

“Christopher Robert, that was not thirty seconds," Sam told Chris with a shake of her head. Despite her attention being split, she could still tell when he cheated on his stretches. And while he hadn’t needed to do much more than what would be considered normal stretching in a while, the intensity of his training sessions was catching up with his worn down body, resulting in both Sam and Chris being well-acquainted with the worn printout of exercises from his physical therapist back in June.

He huffed out a sigh as he pulled the band out from around his ankle, rolling his eyes as he muttered, “You’re signing up for your college shit, how would you know?”

Sam’s lips twinged and she resisted the urge to smirk, retorting, “Because I know that was nowhere near thirty seconds.”

But Chris’ lips spread into a smirk of his own, his hands moving to push himself up and off of the ground, his voice teasing as he murmured, “Just take that sexy smirk off your lips and turn back around otherwise I’m going to have to take you to the bedroom and get a different kind of workout.”

“I CAN HEAR YOU!” Riley shouted with a groan in his voice from the other room.

“Nice try, Evans," Sam laughed before she pointed at the rug again. “Sit your ass down and get back to your stretches.”

The door to Riley’s room opened all the way as the teenager came out dressed in a pair of jeans, sneakers, and his work shirt, smoothing a hand over his messy hair and asking, “I’m going to make a sandwich for dinner before work, does anyone else want one?”

“No, I’m going to take Sammy out for dinner,” Chris sighed, but smiled as he met Sam’s eyes from across the dark coffee table. “We’ll drop you off at the theater and then I’ll come pick you up when your shift is over later tonight.”

Riley nodded, frowning a little bit. “Sorry you have to take me,” he whispered, his attention elsewhere as he began pulling sandwich stuff out of the fridge.

“Riley, we don’t mind," Sam interjected. Chris and Sam had been trading off on driving Riley to and from work the last several days, thanks to Sam’s beat-up green car needing a trip to the mechanic. He’d begun working at the movie theater in town, finally able to get a job of his own thanks to Sam’s career shift and sudden free time. She shrugged, adding, “Besides, the car should be fixed by the weekend so it’s only a few more days.”

Chris watched as he just nodded his head before getting to work making his dinner. Chris stayed on the floor, working on his stretches for a few more minutes before heading into the shower to get cleaned up while Sammy came in to change her clothes. It didn’t take them long to all be piled into Chris’ Audi SUV and heading toward the movie theater, where Riley had now started working a few shifts a week. After dropping him off, Chris drove just a few blocks down to park in front of one of their favorite restaurants and wrapped an arm around his girl while they walked inside.

His arm loosely wrapped around her hips, smiling to himself as they walked down the street towards the restaurant. “You look cute, baby,” he told her quietly, his eyes moving over her and meeting her gaze as she looked back at him.

She had a sheepish look on her face, shrugging half-heartedly and deflecting, “I look like a disaster but I couldn’t do anything with my hair today.”

His eyes moved to look at it, remembering how she’d thrown it into a messy bun several times that day as she frowned at her computer. “You know I like it. Especially those little pieces that fall out at the bottom like this,” he smirked while reaching over to loop a finger through a loose piece and pull it down, making Sam smack his hand away while he just laughed.

“You’re such an asshole,” she laughed, dodging another one of his hands as he made a move to pull her hair again.

He shrugged with a wide smirk on his face, sighing and saying, “Yeah but you’re dating me…”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Hey, I’m being serious though baby, you look so cute,” Chris told her, but as they stopped at a crosswalk he turned to look at her head-on, his eyes catching on the beautiful white button-up shirt she was wearing. “Is that a new shirt?”

Sam nodded, pursing her lips. “Yeah, you bought it for me,” she whispered.

“We talked about this. I didn’t buy it for you, you used our money,” he reminded, eyebrows raised. “And I’m glad you are. I hope you buy whatever you want when we’re in Boston this weekend.”

This weekend was the last one before Riley was going back to school and Chris had been determined to make it a special one. In just the past two weeks, their lives had drastically changed with Sam being unexpectedly fired, Sam and Riley officially moving in with him, Riley getting a job at the movie theater, Sam deciding to go back to school, and Chris training more intensely. So much had happened, but as Chris looked at this short time period full of change, he couldn’t help but feel that warmth inside his chest. All of it had brought them all closer, becoming more and more of a family and nothing made him happier.

But with all of these changes, Chris wanted to do something special for his favorite people. He knew how hard this all had been on Sammy, and he had been so insanely proud of her for being willing to accept his offer and go back to school. Chris felt like they all needed some quality time together and he felt like Boston was the best place to do it to be able to finally take Riley to a Sox game, go out to their favorite restaurants, tour some colleges for him, and to just relax.

“I’m so excited to take Riley to a game,” Chris admitted as he reached for his beer bottle, taking a small sip as he looked at her.

“He literally hasn’t stopped talking about it all week," Sam chuckled as she leaned back in her seat, but her eyes stayed locked on Chris fondly. “Although neither have you.”

“I just miss going to games and being around it all,” he shrugged, his lips pursed. It was something that’d been all but a daily routine for over ten years of his life, and while he didn’t miss some aspects, he found himself wondering how it would’ve gone down the first time around had Sam and Riley been by his side, as they were now. “But I’m most excited about getting to be there with you and Riley. That’s the only part of my life that I didn’t have you in so I want to get to do it with you.”

“Just so you know, I’m wearing my Evans jersey to the game," Sam mentioned, her brows raising as a smirk appeared. “Even if that Evans guy is a retired bigshot now.”

A laugh rose from Chris as he shook his head, eyes moving around the restaurant behind Sam before they returned to her wide brown eyes. “Very funny,” he muttered.

Sam opened her mouth to reply but her attention suddenly shifted away from the man across from her and to someone out of Chris’ sight, but once he followed Sam’s gaze his brows furrowed in confusion a little and his face fell at the interruption in the form of a dirty blond man approaching their table, a small smile on his face.

His eyes were locked on Chris and Chris’ schooled his expression, forcing a small smile on his face to wrap up the interaction quickly. “Wait a minute… Evans? Is that Chris Evans?” The man asked, and Chris refrained from sighing at the words, focused fully on saying a hello to the apparent fan before he got back to enjoying his night with his girl. But that intention suddenly shifted as the man introduced – or reintroduced – himself quickly, saying, “I’m Jake Walters from high school!”

Chris’ jaw dropped a bit, relief flooding his once-tensed shoulders as he laughed, “Oh my god, Jake! I didn’t even recognize you at first. How are you, man?”

“I’m pretty good, but I didn’t expect to see the Red Sox shortstop here,” Jake smiled, nodding to Chris and telling him, “it’s so good to see you though.”

Chris reached a hand out, shaking Jake’s hand before he gestured to the empty chair between his and Sam’s seats. “Sit down with us for a minute.”

Jake shook his head, glancing quickly towards the woman on the opposite end of the table before dismissing the offer, “Oh I don’t want to interrupt your date.”

Chris could tell Jake didn’t realize who was sitting across from Chris and told the man, “Take a little closer look at who my date is.”

Jake shot Chris a slight look before he moved his eyes back to Chris’ date, and the surprise was evident on his face as he – in shock – asked, “Sam Merrick? I would say I don’t believe it but I’m not really all that surprised to see you two together.”

She smiled, greeting him politely with an amused look, repeating Chris’ offer and telling him, “Sit down with us for a minute if you have time.”

“Alright, I’m meeting my brother for dinner but he isn’t here yet,” Jake agreed, the host pointing out where Jake and his brother’s table would be before Jake sat down between the couple. “So what are you guys doing here? I didn’t expect to see you both still in town.”

Chris leaned back in his chair, catching Sam’s eye and giving her a small smile before replying, “We could say the same about you. Didn’t you move to Florida or something after high school?”

“Yeah I went to school there but then ended up coming back up to Connecticut a few years after teaching high school English. Now our old high school offered me a job teaching here so I decided since my family is still here, I might as well take it so I just moved back,” Jake shrugged as he answered, but sat up excitedly. “But I’m a lot more interested in how this finally happened between you two.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, tentative as he admitted, “It’s kind of a long story.”

But Sam rolled her eyes, correcting him – as usual – and informing Jake, “Not really. Chris got injured, came back here, ate at the diner where I was waitressing and we hated each other for a little while but then ended up getting together and that was it.”

“Leave it to Sam to get right to the point,” Jake laughed, but turned his head as a familiar frame entered the small restaurant. “It looks like my brother just sat down, but are you guys coming to the get together tomorrow night?”

“What get together?” Sam asked curiously before she took a sip from her own beer.

Jake’s expression turned excited as he leaned forwards, telling the couple “A bunch of the old group from high school is getting together out at Sarah’s parents’ house out on the lake where we used to go,”

Chris listened carefully, remembering his last phone call with his younger sister a few days ago. “Oh I think Shanna might have mentioned that,” he recalled, knowing it was the reason Scott and Shanna were each coming into town for the weekend.

“Yeah she said she was coming and so is Scott. You guys should come, we’d all love to see you,” Jake offered, looking between both of them.

Chris lifted his shoulder, looking at Sam’s willing expression and replying, “Maybe we will.”

And with only a few more words, Jake had filed off to his own table, leaving the couple alone once again. Chris leaned back in his chair, finally looking over to meet Sammy’s gaze. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her while he reached out to grab his beer, wondering, “So do you think we should go?”

She let out a long sigh, a falsely-unsure expression on her face as she informed him, “Well I’m sure you’d be the center of attention so you and your big head would love that.”

He laughed, shaking his head at her words and fell into their easy banter. “I was more thinking that I want to go because I’d get to have Sammy Merrick on my arm,” he shrugged.

“According to Jake, nobody will really be surprised," Sam laughed, shrugging back as she blushed. “Which I don’t understand… I didn’t think you knew I existed anymore by the time we got to high school.”

“Well I might have been an aloof douche who was only focused on baseball, but I don’t think it really was a secret that I always had a crush on you,” Chris chuckled, remembering the countless times he spent dreaming of her, never ever imagining their childhoods would lead them here, all these years later, together.

She rolled her eyes, muttering, “Apparently I was the only one who didn’t know about it.”

“Well I think I’ve made up for that now,” Chris reminded, thinking of how different their lives are now, even compared to just this past April, a mere four months ago. They were a united front, supporting each other endlessly, even if his girl was currently kicking him lightly from across the table.

“Yeah you’ve shown me plenty, bigshot," Sam muttered as she rolled her eyes, a laugh escaping her as he caught her foot between his calves.

Both brows lifted to Chris’ forehead and a quick, wide smirk spread across his lips. “I can show you more if you want,” he offered, grinning as she minutely sputtered.

“Keep it in your pants, Evans," Sam murmured, but a smirk of her own appeared as she continued, her voice low, “...At least until we get in the car.”

Chris could hear the loud voices and laughter when they climbed out of the car at the familiar lake house. He remembered spending a lot of time here in high school with virtually every party always taking place at this house and he found it a little bit ironic that a little over ten years later, he was back here for another gathering, making him feel a little bit like no time had passed at all.

But it had. A lot of time in fact, and if he could somehow travel back in time and tell his younger self he’d be back here one day with Samantha Merrick tucked against his side, he never would have believed it. He also knew that there was a time not very long ago that he couldn’t have been bothered with things like this, hanging out with people from his past. He knew that being the shortstop for the Red Sox had gone to his head in a big way, and going through his career ending injuries may have knocked him back down to size, but it was Sam who helped show him who he really was and brought out his true self.

They followed Chris’ younger siblings around the side of the house and onto the back patio, seeing all their old friends gathered around a table, Jake, Sarah, Katie, Kelsey, Rachel, Brandon, Mike, and Justin cheering as the Evans siblings and Sam made their way over, pointing them in the direction of the cooler to grab themselves a drink.

Chris was surprised at just how easy it was to fall in with the people they grew up with, seeming almost like no time had passed at all. They all caught up over dinner, finding out what everyone had been up to but as the evening grew on, they migrated down near the lake, sitting around the firepit as they started sharing old memories.

Sam reached over to the spare chair near the cooler for Chris’ black sweatshirt, pulling it over her head. Chris watched her with a faint grin on her face, seeing the way the bulky material engulfed her lanky frame, shielding her from the chill of the late summer evening. Once another beer was in hand, she made her way back over to the fire pit, plopping into his seat and curling around Chris with a content sigh, one he himself felt warm him from the inside out as his girl relaxed in his arms. He leaned his head back against the Adirondack chair, listening to the chattering before the sounds of the lake water settled in the forefront of his mind, taking his full attention. But it didn’t last long until Brandon’s shrill voice interrupted Chris’ thoughts, saying, "Last time we were all here, Merrick and Evans were making out in the kitchen.”

He felt Sam stiffen in his arms, surprise flooding his frame as well at the words. Thankfully Scott’s sarcastic voice interjected, laughing as he told Brandon, “No, I think you’re talking about tonight.”

“Oh I do remember that party! I think it was right before graduation in 2010,” Rachel recalled, and Chris’ brows furrowed at her words, trying to remember the night. Admittedly, parties at Sarah’s – or Mike’s, Rachel’s, Jake’s, and the Evans’ – house were a regular occurrence in high school, and while the alcohol had definitely been flowing, Chris couldn’t remember ever kissing Sam at one. “I just remember walking into the kitchen seeing the two of them lip locked and thought it was about time.”

Sam laughed at their words, shaking her head in a way that Chris knew meant she found the prospect unbelievable. “Shut up! We did not make out,” she stated, her arms accidentally nudging Chris as she shifted, sitting up in the chair.

He shrugged, his voice a little low as he admitted, “I mean I would have liked it.”

“You guys totally did,” Katie affirmed as she hid her smirk behind her beer bottle. Sam looked over her shoulder at Chris, raising an eyebrow in a silent question at him. He shook his head back at her and shrugged, mouthing “I don’t remember” at her before she turned back around.

Her arms crossed over her chest, over the crest of the faded Red Sox emblem. “No we didn’t. I would have remembered that,” she replied, her voice firm but her expression showing a hint of doubt as Chris leaned forwards, meeting her eyes and shrugging again.

Brandon chuckled, standing up to get another beer as he told her, “Well you both were drunk so I’m not really surprised neither can remember.”

Chris listened to the rest of their friends affirm the story, skipping over Scott and Shanna as they laughed at something quietly, asking the group, “Did we really kiss at a party? Are you sure it was us?”

“Yeah, trust me, seeing Evans with his tongue crammed down Sam’s throat wasn’t something I can easily forget,” Kelsey groaned, rolling her eyes fondly but the smile on her face said otherwise as she looked at her long-time friends sharing the chair together.

Chris’ arm wound back around Sam’s waist, pulling her against him again as he playfully muttered, in a tone loud enough for everyone else to hear, “I cannot fuckin’ believe I don’t remember that.”

“You two both were pretty wasted,” Mike sighed, leaning down to place his empty bottle in the grass before he took a beer from Brandon’s hand, quiet as the other man moved back to his seat. Mike then chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at Sam and Chris and told them, “I honestly thought you two were going to start going at it if Chris didn’t end up throwing up out on the lawn and Sam passed out on the couch.”

Chris felt the corners of his lips twitch and he pressed a kiss to the side of Sam’s face, only slightly noisily, and totally on purpose as he watched the way Sam grinned and her cheeks blushed. “Well I guess I made up for it now,” he laughed.

“I’m still not at all surprised you two ended up together," Sarah mused from her spot across the fire pit from them, her legs tucked underneath her as she watched them. She paused as the rest of their friends gave noises of affirmation and continued, “I remember earlier this year hearing that Chris was coming back to town and I knew it would only be a matter of time.”

Chris let out a loud laugh, his hand landing on his shorts as he confessed, with a large smirk, “I don’t think Sam got that memo because she pretty much hated my guts at first.”

“Well it’s not my fault you were a stuck-up asshole!” Sam protested, causing everyone to burst into laughter. He pinched her side teasingly, groaning when she jabbed a knobbly elbow into his side in retaliation.

Once the laughter had dissipated, Jake turned his attention back to the couple, asking, “How did you guys meet up again?”

Sam leaned back into Chris’ hold comfortably, playing with his fingers as she took a sip of beer before answering, “My little brother Riley was on the baseball team that Chris was coaching and he came into the diner a lot.”

“Hey speaking of that, I haven’t seen you there lately,” Justin pointed out, his brows furrowing as he thought. Chris knew it was common for Sam to run into old friends and classmates there, and she was all but the only person in town who was able to see and know practically everyone, but the sudden change in her employment status sent waves not only personally, but in the operations of the diner and it was evidently enough to notice from the other side of the counter.

Sam tensed immediately at Justin’s innocent question, hesitating slightly before sputtering, “I’m um, well… I actually–”

“Sammy’s going back to school!” Chris interrupted her excitedly, his voice rising into the loud tone that Sam – and Riley – often complained was “nearly obnoxious, Chris,” but he was too excited to share the news. “She just signed up for classes and is going to college this year.”

“Really? Sam, that’s amazing!” Jake praised, a genuine smile on everyone's faces as they congratulated her happily.

She blushed in the dim lighting, her eyes in her lap. Chris pressed a kiss to the top of her head just as she thanked them and confessed, “I’m a little nervous but also excited.”

Chris didn’t mean to monopolize the conversation but he couldn’t help but start gushing a little bit about his baby. He was so proud of her, so fucking proud. He had seen firsthand how much she had overcome in her life with absolutely no support and so getting to see all he knew she’d do with him encouraging her every bit of the way made him know, without a doubt, just how far she’d go. But that wasn’t what he was most proud of her for.

He looked around at the group surrounding him and knew that not one of them had experienced anything remotely close to what Sam had. None of them dreaded going home as a child. None of them had to go straight to work after school everyday in high school. None of them went to bed hungry. None of them had to wonder if their mother would even be at home at night let alone who she might be with. None of them had to basically become a parent at fourteen years old. None of them had so few choices and opportunities in life, living from one paycheck to the next, and yet he felt like none of them were even close to being as incredible of a person as Sammy was.

Chris didn’t feel like anyone even came close to having her wit, determination, huge heart, and genuine compassion for those around her. He was so wholeheartedly in love with everything about her and he knew that he’d take her down to a courthouse tomorrow and marry her if he could. Although Chris knew that there had been so much change in Sammy’s life especially lately, that proposing might not be the best choice in this exact moment, he knew that it was going to come soon because he simply just couldn’t wait. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted her forever, in fact there hadn’t been any doubt in quite some time, but getting to sit around a fire pit with old friends, having Sammy practically glued to him with her arms around his waist as they curled up together in the oversized chair seemed like a pretty good trade off for the time being.

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RUST

Mechanic Bucky x drag racer reader

When your something goes wrong in your favorite car you try and fix it yourself but it dosnt work so you turn to the one person you know that’ll help.

CW-Fluff, talk of one night stand, cussing.

The rattling sound in your car has been there since your last race. You won but your car decided to have problems. You tried to fix it your self but ended up getting burnt and even more annoyed.

The loud engine sound of your roars out as you pull up to your mechanics place. The boys and even some costumers who are waiting stare and point at your pimped out ride. When you get out the mouths drop. A wolf whistle can be heard as sam chuckles.

“hey princess what up?” He asks walking right passed you and too your car, who’s name is princess.

“James!?” You call walking over the do not cross chain. you spot him his dirtied maroon shirt rolled up his sleeves exposing his metal arm. He hunches over an engine welding it. You pick up a small reach and chuck it at him. With out looking he catches it. You smile. He shakes his head pulling up the helmet putting down the tools he chuckles turning to you.

“hey doll.” He says getting up. Walking over to you his huge 6′0 plus frame meeting you.

“James. I haven’t seen since…well you know” the extremely wild after party of you qualifying for the race you’d won ending in you and your best friend/ mechanic having sex until the sun shone through your windows. 2 months ago.

“you can’t just walk in and expect me to-what happened to your hand.?” He cuts himself off immediately concerned about you.

“princess happened.” “ah shit what’d you do to her now?” He asks

“rude. And nothing we won our last race and she decided to rattle on me. I popped her hood and she burnt me.” You say walking with him back to your car his hand resting on the small of your back glare in at the other guys oogleing you. Sam basically lays on your cars hood caressing her.

“Off Sam.” Bucky sighs flicking him with his rag sam chuckles moving as Bucky unclips the hood and props it open.

“Turn her on for me.” He says you nod and got to your seat turning it on the loud engine rumbles then the rattling sound begins as he looks in it. A loud pop is heard and your car shut down.

“Shit!” You say trying to restart it but it dosnt work.

Bucky pulls a tarred rag out from your car.

“Oh fuck..�� Sam says his hands resting on his hips.

You get out of your car.

“You said this happend after the race?” Bucky asks.

“Someone sabbatoged you doll. When do you need her back?” He asks holding up the rag.

“Not now I’ve got redwing and winter.” You say

“Nah nah I don’t trust redwing.” He huff.

“What?! I built him.” Sam scoffs.

“My point exactly take winter I’ll give you a lift home. Well fix her by Saturday.” He says you nod throwing the keys to Sam who cheers at getting to play with your car a bit.

“How much?” you ask pulling out your wallet.

“A kiss on the cheek and you going out with me should do it.” Bucky smirks at you.

He’s always had a thing for you just never had time with you winning and being one of the most famous drag racers.

You wrap your arm around his neck.

“I don’t got anything coming up for I’ll do you one better.” You say. Moving closer as Sam and some other boys push your car into the shop.

“That one night stand can become a 2 nights stand.” You say brushing your lips against his.

“Hmm…” he grumbles

“What time are you off? Maybe after that date..” you say finally happy he plucked up enough courage.

“Seven. I’ll pick you up at 8.” He says you pull back and kiss his cheek. A loud engine roses as Natasha pulls up to the drive way her drag car signaling you that’s she’s here.

“Hey boys anyone know where the Smithsonian is I’m here to pick up a fossil.” She says rolling down her window.

“Thanks for the ride James but uh nats got widow.” You say he nods.

“Fair fair. Windows a sexy car. He says you chuckle but gasp when he smacks your ass leaving a black hand print on your jeans.

You walk over to nat getting in her car she waves to him. As you both drive off.

#bucky fic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky x Female Reader #james buchanan barnes #marvel reader #marvel #james barnes #Bucky x reader

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canirove · 2 years ago

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Meu Amor | Chapter 14

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"You can still come if you want. I'm sure I'll be able to get you a pass."

"I've already told you that I'm fine. You enjoy Monaco with Ivan, and I the weekend with my family. It's been ages since the last time I was able to do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am."

"Ok. Brown or navy?" Rúben asks, showing me two t-shirts. He's packing while I just lay in bed and stare at him, which has become one of my favorite activities. Especially when he is topless.

"Brown."

"Brown" he repeats, putting the navy t-shirt back on his wardrobe and carefully folding the other one.

"You know, next time you come to stay with me in London, you could fold all my clothes. And maybe organize them too. Just like you did with the kitchen."

"So I do all the work while you just lay there looking sexy?" he smirks.

I've been staying in Manchester with him for the past week since all the work I had left, now that the season is over, can be done from my phone or my laptop. And while we are at home, I basically live one of his t-shirts (not the City one) and my knickers.

"Yes, that's the plan" I shrug.

"Will I be getting something in return? What will be the payment?"

"The satisfaction of seeing how good you are at your job."

"That's not the type of satisfaction I enjoy the most."

"Isn't it? I can't think of any other type of satisfaction" I say, teasing him.

"What a pity" he says, going back to folding his clothes and putting them on his suitcase.

We stay in silence for a while, and I let myself fall on the bed with a big sigh, looking at the ceiling while hating myself. What an idiot I am. My teasing has been a complete failure, and the fact that nothing has happened is making me want him a lot more than before.

He keeps moving around the room, going to the bathroom to pick some things as if nothing happened. As if I wasn't laying in his bed horny and frustrated. And I can only think of one thing that would make him go feral and give me what I want.

"Where did you put your City shirt? This one is making me feel too hot" I say, getting up.

"On that drawer over there" he says, raising an eyebrow.

I move towards it and take out the shirt. There is a mirror on top of it, and on the reflection I can see Rúben's eyes fixed on me as I get changed.

"Much better" I say, still looking at his reflection. When our eyes meet, I feel my heart skipping a bit, my knees getting weak. He is looking at me as if he could devour me right there. Just what I wanted.

"I'll let you finish with your packing" I say, turning to look at him. "I'll be downstairs getting something to eat."

"You are not going anywhere, meu amor."

"But I'm hungry."

"So am I" he says before lifting me in the air and throwing me in the bed while I just giggle like an idiot.

"This trick won’t forever work on me, you know?" he says as he starts kissing my neck, his hand under my shirt.

"Then I better use it as much as I can while it does."

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"Oh, there she is!" my mum says as I walk through the door. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too" I say, hugging her.

"Your father is on the living room watching the cars."

"The cars? What cars?"

"It's called Formula 1, Helen" I hear him say.

"Cars" my mum shrugs.

"Hello there."

"Hello sweetheart" he says when he sees me. He's sitting on the couch, a beer on his hand.

"Since when do you like watching Formula 1?"

"I got into it last year with all the drama with Hamilton. It can be very boring, but also very entertaining. How are you? You look good."

"She's glowing" my mum says behind me. "Looks like the new job is suiting you well."

"It is, yes. I can't complain."

"That's what I like to hear" my dad says. "Oh, look. You must know those guys" he says, pointing at the tv with his beer.

Mason Mount is on the screen, talking with a Red Bull mechanic. Next to him is Foden, and next to him... Rúben. Rúben in all his glory. Holy shit.

"That Dias boy... We should sign him. Imagine having him with Varane instead of that big head of Maguire. Don't you agree?"

"Uh?" I say, my eyes still fixed on how good Rúben looks.

"Rúben Dias. Do you think we should sign him? I think it would be a good deal, he wouldn't have to move from the city where he already lives. Daughter, are you listening to me?"

"I'm gonna go upstairs and unpack" I blurt out. If I stay for a bit longer with my dad while having Rúben on tv looking like that, I may say something I'll regret later.

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The next day my brother and his wife join us for lunch, my father convincing us all to watch the race with him later.

"It'll be a fun one, you'll see!" he says while eating.

But little did he know...

"I'm tired of waiting dad" my brother says. "It keeps raining and they are not racing. Can't we watch something else?"

"No" he says, the remote control in his power.

"Who are you texting?" my brother's wife asks.

"No one" I say, quickly locking my phone so she can't see anything.

“It didn’t look like no one. Are you seeing someone? You know you can tell me.”

“You have a boyfriend?” my brother asks.

“Who has a boyfriend?” my mother also asks, showing up out of nowhere.

“She has” my brother says, pointing at me.

“You have a boyfriend?” my father asks, joining the conversation.

“Can you all please shut up?” I yell.

“She definitely has a boyfriend. Remember when I found out about Sebastian? She had the same reaction” my brother says.

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did. You yell at us and then ran away. Which is what you were about to do, isn’t it?”

“No” I say, sitting down on the sofa. But yes, it was exactly what I was planning on doing. Running away so I don’t have to talk to them.

“Who is he? Is he from work?” my sister-in-law asks.

“Kind of” I sigh, knowing that I won’t be able to get away from their questioning.

“Is he a football player? Are you a wag? Football players kind of are part of your job” she asks.

“You are dating a football player?” my mum asks.

“Is he famous? Do I know him?” my brother asks.

“Wait, wait, wait. Is he the one who follows you on Instagram?” my sister-in-law asks again.

“What? Who?”

“I can’t remember his name, it wasn’t an English one. But I do remember he was hot. Very hot. That’s how I saw that he followed you, because a friend told me to check his profile. Then I saw that you followed him, went to check if you had posted anything new, and saw that he followed you back.”

Fuck. Shit.

“Rúben Dias?” my brother says, looking at his phone.

“How did you find that so quickly?” I ask.

“I also follow him, he is my gym motivation. How did I not notice?”

“You follow a City player? And you are dating him?” my dad asks.

“Who is this Rúben? Can I see him?” my mother asks.

Oh, God. It’s over. I can’t lie to them now. Not after all this.

“Ok, fine, yes” I say. “I’m dating Rúben Dias. And no, I’m not being ironic.” After I say those words, they all start bombarding me with questions. All but my mother.

“Mum, are you ok?” I ask her, ignoring the others.

“This is him?” she says, showing me the phone on her hands and the photo my brother had picked. It’s one from the day they won the Premier League, one where he is with the trophy and showing his biceps. Only God knows for how long I’ve stared at that photo myself.

“Yep, that’s him” I say.

“I’m gonna have the prettiest grandchildren out there! And Rosie is gonna be so jealous! Look at him! Is his arm really that big in person? My God, child.”

Is my mum thirsting over my boyfriend? I think she is, yes. And that is not something I expected to happen the day I told my family about Rúben. Not even my dad seems to be mad about the fact that he plays for City, and that was one of the things I feared the most. He actually is… smiling.

“Are you ok with me dating a City player?” I ask him once everyone has calmed down a bit and the Formula 1 race has finally started.

“It’s not ideal or what I had expected” he says. “But like your mum said yesterday, you are glowing. You are happy. Very happy. And I’m sure he has a lot to do with it. That’s what matters.”

“Thank you, dad” I say, trying not to get too emotional. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles at me. But that simple gesture is enough.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias x reader #football fanfic #football imagine

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maroonmagic · 3 years ago

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Greaser Katsuki! x f! reader

cw:car sex,praise kink,mention of cops

Thought about this earlier so I give you,rockabilly/greaser Katsuki

He’s greasy,always covered in car grease from mechanics class,he always tells you how as soon as he gets ‘Betsy’ all fixed up,he’s taking you to the top of make out hill or to the drive in and absolutely wrecking you,he stares you right in your eyes as he says this so you know he means it.

So when that Friday in October comes and Katsuki pulls up besides you in his all black Ford De Luxe convertible and tells you to hop in,you know exactly where this is going. You tell your little brother to tell your parents you went out with some ‘friends’ and that you’ll be home by curfew,maybe 30 minutes late.

As soon as you hop into his car he takes off,one hand on the steering wheel and the other effortlessly changing gears all while he has a satisfied smirk on his face

“Listen to this baby purr! That’s a girl Betsy!”

He’s proud of his hard work,as he should be with all the late afternoons and early morning he spent fixing it,not to mention the amount of extra handy work he’s done around town to pay for the parts.

He takes you to the drive in and buys two tickets for ‘The Mummy’

“Oh Kats,you know I can’t stand scary movies!”

You huff at him,obviously annoyed by his careless choice before he pulls you close and wraps his arm around your shoulder

“We ain’t watchin’ the movie dove”

Your eyes widened as you realized he had parked the farthest he could from everyone before flickering up to his face as he threw the car in park and tuned the radio to the station for the movie

“Now crawl your cute little ass in the back for me,and let’s be quick about it huh”

He smirked as he tapped your hip before moving his arm so you could climb over the seat. You fell over head first with a soft ‘oof’ and he snickered

“You alright back there?”

You huffed softly as you sat yourself up right before sticking your tongue out at him in the rear view mirror,he locked eyes with yours

“Put that tongue away before I put good use to it”

Your cheeks burned softly as you sat back and adverted your eyes,he smirked softly before crawling into the back seat with you,a little more gracefully to add.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close

“Hi dove”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and you giggled softly

“Hi Kats”

He smiled softly against your hair before grabbing your chin softly and turning your face to him,his eyes examined your face some as his thumb stoked your cheek before he let out a soft content sigh

“My pretty girl,always so pretty for me”

He pressed his lips against your softly as your eyes fluttered close and you pressed your lips against his some,your hands finding purchase on the back of his neck as he pulled you closer,pulling you on to his lap and his hand resting on your waist

He nipped at your bottom lip softly,asking for you to let him in to which you comply and his tongue invades your mouth and your sense get overwhelmed by the taste of Katsuki. You moan softly against his lips as you both start a heavy make out session,his hands rubbing small circles on your hips and your fingers tug at his hair softly

He groaned softly as his lips retreated from your lips and made their way across your cheek and down you neck,nipping and kissing at your neck,trying his hardest to try and remind himself not to leave marks or you’d get grounded and he wouldn’t be able to see you for a month.

You let out a soft sigh as your head fell back and his fingers started to unbutton your shirt,his fingers moving quickly,exposing your bra and the midriff. Katsuki’s fingers gripped your hips slightly as he moved you back and forth on his hardened cock,you clit catching against it in such a way that made you shiver

“Katsuki,w-want you”

You knew you were being impatient but after months of heavy petting and a lot of teasing you didn’t know if you could wait anymore

Katsuki smirked and turned you both sideways before laying you down on the seat and pulling your skirt off

“Wish ya fuckin folks would let ya wear black,my baby looks sexy in black”

He mumbled the last part against your ear as he slid your leg out of you panties and pulled his pants and boxers down,his cock spring out and smacking against his stomach

He grabbed himself and lined it up with the entrance of your cunt,he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds as he used your slick to lube the tip of his cock

“S’ ok though,m’ gonna buy you allll the black clothes I can and dress my baby up like the pretty little doll she is”

His hand slid up the back up of your thighs before hooking on the back of your knees and pushing your knees up towards your chest,your frilly sock clad feet up by your ears as the hidden anklet with Bakugo’s initials as charms slid down some and sparkled in the moonlight

“My pretty baby wore her pretty anklet for me? That’s so sweet!”

His hips slammed down against yours to punctuate his sentence,your warm gummy walls making way to let him and his cock snuggle in with his tip against your cervix

He started to rock his hips in a slow,rough and calculated manner as you gasped and whined at every harsh thrust,a loud,needy whine and moan would follow,then he sped up. His hips slapping against the curve of your ass over and over again as the whined turned into unintelligible babbling about how good he felt inside of you

Katsuki groaned loudly at the sight below him,your eyes blown out and wide as your usually well kept hair was strewn across his back seat,your chest bouncing in time with his thrust and your cute little frilly sock clad feet up next to your ears with the ‘B’ and ‘K’ on your anklet tinkling against each other

It was a sight he wanted to commit to memory,he didn’t want this to end too early but he knew both you and he couldn’t hold out much longer,so his hand reached between your bodies and drew tight,small circles on your clit as a loud gasp sounded from your lips

“There you go my pretty baby,cum for me”

The tip of his cock continued to kiss the entrance to your cervix over and over as his fingers continued to circle on your clit

“K-Kats! M’ g-gonna!”

You squealed loudly as your gummy,velvet soft walls clamped down and clenched his cock,sending him over the edge and empty his load inside of you,he groaned loudly as he threw his head back. The movie now just background noise as he fell against you,his head on your shoulder as he sighed and you panted softly

“I love you dove”

“I love you too Kats”

Then there was a soft tapping on the window

“Fuck it’s the fuzz!”

Let’s just say it was awhile before your parents let you see Katsuki again

@txixy

#holy shit #rockabilly Katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki smut #katsuki bakugō #Katsuki x reader smut #maroon thirst #bakugo x reader smut #Katsuki Bakugo x reader smut

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years ago

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Enneagram Centers

Sometimes if you're not sure of your core type, you need to consider the "centers" in order to figure out where your focus lies. (And... don't allow yourself to tritype yourself until you're 100% positive of your core. It will explain most of your behavior and coping mechanisms, so tritype isn't an excuse to mistype.)

Centers... there are three. Each one makes decisions differently and focuses on different things. Sometimes you can narrow down your type to the center, and from there, decide which of the three fits you best.

Centers: heart, head, gut.

They are exactly the way they sound.

Heart types make decisions from an emotional place, because their focus is on earning love. How are you seeing me? What image am I presenting to you? What do I want you to see? They are all about a conscious crafting of "self" in comparison to others. Others can see them as emotional, as needing approval, or as making decisions based on what others think of them. It's an image center. How do I feel about this? What does it lead me to do? (2 - find love, earn love. 3 - impress to earn approval. 4 - too broken for love, separate, must show my uniqueness to get love.)

Head types make decisions from a rational place, because their focus is on being secure. They think, think, think. Over-think. Analyze. Observe. Gotta think about that. Need time to mull it over. Their energy is all in their head. Nervous energy. Active energy. Thoughts. What I think, not what I feel. Buzzing. Busy mind. Converting everything to thinking about it. Distrusts their emotions. Emotions lead you wrong. Must be rational! (5 - detach, observe, don't participate. 6 - too many thoughts, unsure, find something to trust, hold onto it. 7 - stay busy to avoid anxiety, lots of thoughts, run with them all, don't want to feel stuck.)

Gut types make decisions from an instinctual place, through body energy. How things "hit" me. What I "sense" is right. How the world slams up against me, and the barriers I build against it. Putting up boundaries to protect myself. Are these boundaries stable? Knowing what to do. Or not knowing. I just know. It's an obvious choice. This is where I'm being lead. (1 - set firm boundaries, I know what's right and wrong. 8 - be a wall others slam into, expand to maintain control, things anger me and make me push back. 9 - the world seems to be taking me over, it's easy just to go along with it, pretend to agree and then do my own thing, avoid conflict.)

Another thing, which goes for mistyping in MBTI as well -- lots of people think they are X so they "act like X" -- but acting is pretending; it's not real. A fix or a core or a type is real when there's no acting involved; it's just what you naturally do, the air you breathe. For a 2 fixer, pretending to be separate, and broken, and craft an identity as a 4... that is hard work, tiring. For a 6 to pretend to be a 9, and stay calm, and not be full of thoughts and over-thinking, is impossible. It's draining. People start acting THE BEHAVIOR instead of looking deep into their motivations. "Oh, I will act like a 7!" You can't act like a 7 and be convincing, a 7 generates those behaviors through their thinking process. Identifiable behaviors are the result of mental energy. Heart processes are the result of emotional energy. And gut responses are instinctual, immediate, no thinking necessary, my body is reacting, sometimes before I can even think about it. ("I felt sick through my body before I even knew what was happening...")

Social variants are much the same, in that your dominant trait is where your attention goes immediately when you are asked a question or forced to come up with a conversation on the spot. It's rapid. Your dominant instinct absorbs most of your thoughts and focus and concern, even if you aren't aware of it.

Like the typing video I linked to the other day -- when asked questions, Megan Fox drew attention to sexual topics and encounters, because she views her past in an sx-dom way; she remembers school by the first boy she French kissed. When she wanted to interrupt her interviewer and pull him off a "boring topic," her brain said: admit you have a crush on him in a "there are only three guys I'd do" way. Again, sx. Her photos -- sx displays. Provocative clothing intended to elicit an sx reaction from others.

With variants, give yourself time and space to discover it. Your variant is probably more obvious to other people than yourself, because they see it's where your mind goes. You can't think your way through this, head types ;), you have to get an instinctual sense of things through comparisons. Think about the variants on their own, what they are about, what their focus is on, and then put them into the context of your core type and what that means.

If it's sp, look for sp's in the world around you. What's their focus on? Sp concerns. What does that mean? They focus on... my body, how I feel, what I can do, can my body withstand this? What's this look like? The guy you know who is an exercise master. The person neurotic about their health. The 2 who focuses on "health and home." (What does that look like? Well, he checks my tires, changes the oil, etc, for me without being asked! Mom makes lunches for us all, packs them, has them waiting by the door, and makes sure to take care of us at home!)

Socials? Inspiring others. Being the go-to person. Sharing what they know in a friendly manner. Focus on community, on inspiring, on being socially appropriate, on noticing when others AREN'T playing by the rules. What's that look like in person? The 1 who sets a moral example through their behavior and frowns on misbehavior. The 3 who wants to impress you with their inspirational journey. (Not their stuff, stuff is sp. Admire my new car? Sp 3!) The 5 who loves to share their expertise about ancient Egypt (their one thing). The likable 2 who runs a YouTube channel about "how to..."

Sexuals? Focus on sex. Heat. Attraction. Scent. Impact. Provocation. Am I turning you on or off? I want to find out, that's why I do it. People are either drawn to me or hate me. That's fine. Attracting them all isn't interesting to me. What's that look like in number terms? The sexy 2 who only "helps" their special person. The 6 who is protective of their mate, while also being anxious and suspicious and fearful of being left OR who goes to an extreme to become attractive in an expected way (the hot girl next door, the man who can protect you, the sensitive man, the tough girl). The 9 who molds themselves into another person and disappears into them (Bella).

It's an area of over-focus, neuroticism, a need you have to fill, whereas your second fix isn't that important. It's how you play, dabble, the stakes aren't as high, and your focus doesn't always go there first. I want this, don't always chase it. (Sx? Intense heat comes after social awareness or self-protection. Soc? Socially aware, but being an influencer comes after sx drive or "my health and home." Sp? Survival comes after public influence or awareness or sx pursuits.)

Being "blind" means... I rarely focus on this. It's not on my radar. Sp blind? Safety?? Survival? Eh, it'll all work out fine. :) Sx blind? Throwing myself recklessly after intense attraction, thirst traps, being super provocative, seems tasteless and risky. Soc-blind? Oblivious to how that statement made you feel about me, or judge me, unaware of how I dress or act being inappropriate to a situation.

#enneagram

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Mechanic Steve working late at night when his angry frustrated fiancé barges into their garage in a black silky robe & red lace bra & panties. She stomps her foot & asks what is he doing & he (still working under the car) says he thought she wanted him to fix her car. she frustratedly tells him her car can wait bc she’s been waiting for him to work on HER for the past week. He comes out from under the car & forgets about fixing it once he sees her. -> tug/pulling his chain as he WORKS on her

18+ ONLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Now, puppy, don't be a brat," he told you. His beautiful plump lips cracked up in a small smile when he saw just how cute you looked with your nose scrunched up, your hands folded on your chest, perking your breasts up even more so. Your fluffy pink slippers with bunny ears clashes a bit with your sexy robe and lingerie but you had never looked cuter.

"I want you. Right now!" you stomped your foot again. "Come upstairs and take care of me right now or you'll have to face my wrath."

"Hm, you can be scary when you want to be, bunny," he pouted mockingly. "But not until I finish this. It'll just take an hour or so."

You couldn't do anything but stare at him. When Steve put his mind to something he always followed through. There was no way he'd abandon the task at hand--of fixing your car--for sexy times. Even if they were with someone as irresistible as you.

You regretted ever telling him to fix your car. You could never really understand stuff like that which is why you were glad to have someone as handy as Steve with you.

"Fine then," you huffed. "I guess I'll have to go and ask Bob for help. I haven't taken him out in months."

That got his attention. He quickly shut the hood of the vintage car he had got you for valentines day and glared at you.

You had to admit--you liked this side of Steve. A sheen of sweat on his face, his jaw clenched at your threat, some icky black substance smeared on his cheek.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me," you egged him even further. And when he refused to do anything but glare at you you threw your hands and turned around to go back to your bedroom.

When you first started being intimate with Steve he saw where you hid your vibrating dildo--Bob. Who despite having a man's name never disappointed you. But Steve made a rule of no masturbating without him, and what teh captain says goes so you had to agree. You still brought Bob out now and then but only with the green light from Steve.

You squealed when you felt a strong arm wrap around your middle and hoist you up in air and over your fiancés shoulder.

"I'll have fun fucking the brat out of you tonight, sweetheart," he promised as he made a beeline for your bedroom, harshly spanking your butt and making you squeal again.

"Okay, captain, whatever you see fit I'll accept." You said while tugging on his old dog tags you made him wear.

Jokes on him because that's exactly what you wanted.

#berry answers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x brat!reader #steve x reader #captain america #steve rogers x you #captain america x reader #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 2 years ago

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[22] It's All For Billy (Tim Riggins x OFC)

MASTERLIST | DWHI MASTERLIST

Warnings: owning up to mistakes, taking the fall for family

Words: 2.3k

I went with Tim to Riggins' Rigs the same morning Becky brought over our things and Skeeter. The little dog ran right over to me doing homework on the couch and nuzzled into me.

"Hey, buddy. I missed you." I kissed his head and scratched his ears. "I hope you were good and didn't annoy Cheryl too much."

Skeeter licked my face, making me laugh and set my books aside.

Tim came over to sit next to me once Becky left. His clothes were covered in grease stains and he had grease marks all over his hands and arms. I kissed his mouth and stared at him.

"Yeah?" He gazed at me.

"Your mechanic getup here is sexy. I didn't think you could get any better lookin', babe."

"Does Catherine Barton have a thing for mechanics?"

I kissed him and brushed his hair back. "Just for the mechanic next to me."

Tim looked at Skeeter. "I didn't know Skeet could fix cars."

Laughing, I leaned into Tim. I stared up at him and pulled him into a hard kiss. I was only a little disappointed when he pulled away.

"As much as I want to close down the shop to fulfill whatever mechanic fantasy you have, I've gotta finish up this car." He patted my leg and went back to work.

I lounged back on the couch with a big sigh. "Too bad, I guess. I'll just have to imagine what it'd be like... right here, right now, on this couch... or the car being fixed. That'd be fun."

"Barton, I'm tryin' to work."

"Yeah, and I'm tryin' to get you to come back over here."

Tim watched me from under the hood for a moment before his phone rang. We were so close. He picked it up, smirking at me.

"What? You're not kiddin'? It's happenin'?"

I perked up.

"No, yeah. We're on our way. We'll see ya there." He hung up and started cleaning up some of his tools. "Mindy's havin' her baby."

I had my things packed up before Tim had his hands washed. Billy as a dad seemed hilarious to me, but I was so damn proud of him.

I ran to Tim's truck, instructing Skeeter to stay in the shop. "Come on, Tim!"

He shut the garage door and jumped into the truck. He kissed me shortly. "I guess you're fantasy has to wait, huh?"

I squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. "Just drive, Riggins."

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The waiting room had a few people scattered around, me and Tim included. We weren't allowed in with Mindy since we weren't her direct family. I took the opportunity to work on my studies. When the intake of information was too much, I shut the book and rested my head on Tim's shoulder. I felt him kiss my head.

Sleep was knocking at my door when Billy stormed out in a nurse's gown. He looked like he was about to cry because he was kicked out of the room. A few tears did leak out when he sat next to Tim.

I reassured him that he'd get to go back once he calmed down. Mindy didn't need to have her support wavering because he was nervous or scared. He needed to buck up and be the foundation to keep her strong as she birthed their child. My words did seem to impact him, but he still spent another hour complaining.

Tim finally had enough of his brother and said a few magic words to pump Billy back up. It was something only brothers could understand.

Billy marched back into the room and took his control back.

I sighed. "It's so quiet now."

"You're welcome." He kissed my head and tapped my book. "Now get back to studying. Break's over."

"Yes, sir."

Another hour or so went by before my brain had enough again. I put the book away and let my head fall back against the wall. "Has she had the baby yet?"

Tim chuckled. "Nope."

I put his arm around my shoulders and snuggled as best as I could against him. "Wake me up when Billy comes runnin' out like a mad man."

As soon as I said it, Billy ran through the waiting room shouting about his new baby boy and how he made that little baby. He hugged me and Tim before we could stand up and congratulate him on the birth. Still shouting like a crazy person, Billy ran back to the room where his not so pregnant wife was catching her breath.

Another half an hour passed before we could go in to see Baby Riggins. I was so nervous seeing a baby so soon after birth, but oh so excited to watch Billy be a dad.

A tiny baby wrapped up in a blanket was in Mindy's arms as we entered the room. Billy's eyes were full of a love I'd never seen on a man before as he stared at his wife and son. My eyes watered as he waved us over without looking up from his baby.

Tim let me coo over Little Riggins first. I said short phrases to the baby like I was talking to Skeeter. While I told Mindy she did amazing, I fixed her hair a little bit. She wasn't a close friend, but I still leaned over and kissed the top of her head before stepping back and hugging Billy. Tim greeted his nephew in a low voice while I watched with Billy.

"His name is Steven Riggins," Billy said, touching his son's head gently.

My heart soared.

*****

That evening, Tim and I went back to the garage so he could finish the car he was working on. I gathered my things together so we could ditch out as soon as he finished. He decided to be a goofball rather than work, playing invisible instruments to the music going. I laughed so hard I started to cry.

Tim walked over to me, wiping away the tears and kissing me roughly. I didn't mind it. I was having a hard time focusing on anything else other than Tim and his messy mechanic clothes somewhere not on his body.

Everything came crashing down when the sound of someone walking into the garage forced us apart. A cop stood next to the car looking far from happy to be there. Skeeter knew something was wrong when we silenced, so he growled. I shushed him.

"Are you Tim Riggins?"

My heart raced and my breath came short.

"Yes, sir."

"Is your brother around?"

"No, sir."

The officer studied the garage. "I'm gonna need ya to tell me where he is because both of you are coming with me to the station."

Tim lowered his head. "He just had a baby, sir. He's at the hospital still."

"Thank you, Mr. Riggins. Now I need you to get in the car." I grabbed Tim's hand before he started walking, but the cop stopped me. "Ma'am, you have to stay right here."

"Go back home, Barton," Tim told me. "I'll get there when I can."

I nodded as a few tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't even get to kiss him before he followed the police officer to the car. I swallowed my fear as the police car pulled away. I quickly closed the shop as best as I could and took Skeeter home with me.

*****

It was nearing 3 a.m. when Tim finally came home. I hadn't slept at all, sitting on the couch while I waited. He was so quiet when I shuffled over to him and hugged him tightly. When he didn't say much about it, I knew he was deep in his thoughts. Instead of having him answer my questions, I led him to my room.

I brought him into my bathroom where I helped clean him up from work. The elation we felt about Baby Riggins was long gone, leaving us with the stark reminder of the consequences for letting a chop shop exist in Riggins' Rigs. Once his skin was as grease free as we could manage without a shower, I attempted to tuck him into bed. He wouldn't have any of it.

Tim pulled me down on top of him when he finally laid back. His lips touched mine, desperate for something I was unaware of. I didn't know what to do to help him, so I let him find what he needed from me.

Abruptly, he quit kissing me and pressed my body against his. I put my nose and mouth against his chest, wrapping my arms around him as best as I could. My eyes closed as his hand tangled in my hair.

"We'll be okay," I whispered in his chest, leaving a soft kiss there.

*****

Things with the police settled down for Thanksgiving. Billy and Tim still had lawyers to talk to, which was going as well as they could go with both of the Riggins having some kind of a record. I just prayed the whole situation would be solved with neither of them going to prison. I was relieved none of us had to think about it until after a Thanksgiving meal with the Taylor family. Both of them needed the chance to think and find some kind of peace in the matter.

It felt normal at the Taylors'; relaxing, fun. I helped Mrs. Taylor with setting the table and getting the food set out. The way Tim stared at me as I bustled around made my heart hurt. I couldn't understand why. His eyes were so sad and full of longing. I didn't know what to do except kiss his forehead as I went by. It seemed to help a little.

Both Riggins were quieter than usual during the meal. Tim put his hand on my knee several times, never looking at me when he did. He took my hand when Billy stood up to make a gut-wrenching speech about everyone there.

I did what I could to keep happy the rest of our visit there, laughing with Julie as we did the dishes or playing with Gracie Bell in the living room. My happy feeling slipped away when I saw Tim go out on the back patio with Billy. Both of them looked at each other like they'd never see the other again. My palms started sweating as they hugged each other.

The three of us excused ourselves with thankful hearts once everything was cleaned up. Nothing felt better than being loved by each and every one of those people there. I just wished the Riggins brothers felt that as we climbed into Tim's truck. They both looked so lost.

My hands shook when Tim pulled into the police department lot on the way home. I felt sick when he turned off the truck and stared straight ahead. I took a deep breath that wavered when I felt tears pool at my lower lids.

"I-I'll be outside," Billy said as he opened the truck door. I was deafened by the silence after the door shut.

"You're goin' to admit to it all, aren't you?" I knew something was going on at the Taylors', I just didn't want to think about it. I wanted to enjoy the day, feel thankful for what I had.

"I have to... for Billy, Mindy... Stevie."

I nodded, sucking in a sound of distress and looking away from him. "Okay."

Tim took one of my hands. "I know this is gonna hurt us, but no matter how long I'm in there, Barton, I'll be thinkin' about you. And if you don't hate me when I get out, I still wanna get married to you."

"I won't hate you, Tim. I don't hate you for doin' this. It's all for Billy, right? You're just being the best damn brother in this whole town, this whole state."

"Take care of Becky... and Skeeter... the property... you and your grades..."

"I'll be okay, Tim." I sniffled. "It breaks my heart that this is what you've decided to do, but I understand. Billy can't go in there with a new baby at home. It would destroy him and Mindy. We're strong. We'll make it through."

Tim took a long, shaky breath. "I love you."

I finally had the guts to look up at Tim. His eyes were red and threatening to spill over. It was clear he didn't want to do it, but it was the only thing he had. I didn't even have an idea to get both of them out of trouble.

My lips found his in a desperate attempt to say our goodbyes as temporary as we hoped it would be. Each time our lips touched, the more salt I tasted from my tears and most likely his. It made me cry harder, tucking my head under his chin. I savored his arms around my body.

"I love you, Tim Riggins. Don't forget it, okay?"

He kissed my head and then lifted my chin up to kiss me one more time. We had to get out of the truck if Tim was ever going to help his brother.

I wept the whole time he and Billy said their own goodbyes. Their hug made me choke on a sob and wrap my arms around myself. Tim came over to me to hug again before wrapping me up in his coat. His lips stayed on my forehead for a few seconds longer and then he walked away. He paused, looked at his hand, and tossed his car keys to Billy. I fell to my knees when the station door shut behind him, muting the sounds from my mouth in the sleeves of Tim's coat.

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shyvioletcat · 4 years ago

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for striking matches au: "It looks like you have more fun with them than with me."

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Here’s a little bit of Firefighter fun for your day.

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Rowan sat slumped on the couch, arms crossed across his chest as he waited for Aelin to finish getting ready. It had taken him minutes to get ready, with his dark jeans and button up white shirt, a pair of lensless glasses frames tucked into the chest pocket. They were going to a Halloween party at Aedion and Lysandra’s place, and very honestly, Rowan didn’t want to go.

He and Aelin had only been going out for just a little over a month and he had met her family and friends a few times, but they definitely weren’t his friends yet. He knew what would happen tonight once they got to the party, and he would be left with two choices. One, he could follow Aelin around the whole night as she lit up the room and thrived on all the social interactions. Or two, he’d sit in a corner with a beer and watch. Considering that he’d just come off a hard shift, Rowan was feeling more inclined to do the second. The subject of him staying behind had been broached but Aelin wasn’t having it. She said it would ruin their ‘matching’ costumes and added that her friends wanted to spend more time with him. So of course Rowan relented for her. Only her.

“Alright, ready,” Aelin sang as she appeared from her bedroom. She was wearing a long black coat and a pair of black boots, her golden hair in soft waves with the ends chalked a vibrant red.

“You’re wearing that?” Rowan asked, not bothering to get up yet.

Aelin grinned at him. “No, I”m wearing this.”

She opened her jacket to show him what was underneath, and Rowan felt his eyes go wide. Aelin had decided on their costumes, they were going to the party dressed as each other professions. Rowan’s costume had been all too easy to put together, all he had to buy was a pair of cheap glasses from the discount store and pop the lenses out. Aelin had bought the entirety of hers new, unless by some design of fate she had this firefighter costume lying around. But Rowan seriously doubted that.

His eyes started at the black boots she wore – and maybe he had seen those before – but her long legs were mostly bare except for a small pair of black shorts with a trim of red on the legs and a yellow belt. A strip of her stomach was bare as well, the shirt hugged her waist and upper torso, and zip ran up the middle instead of buttons, leaving it open in a deep V as it precariously contained her cleavage. It was all topped off with a pair of suspenders that she had her thumbs hooked under as she still grinned at him.

“So, what do you think? Reckon Lorcan would let me join the team?”

Rowan blinked once before he managed to look up her face. The neckline was proving more of a distraction the longer he looked.

“Do we have to go?” Rowan blurted and Aelin tipped her head back and laughed.

“We most certainly do.” Aelin did her jacket up and grabbed her keys from the kitchen counter as well as a plastic firefighter hat. “Come on, Mr Whitethorn. Let’s go have some fun.”

Rowan was about to tell her they could have fun here, probably better fun too, but he just sighed and closed the apartment door behind him.

Aelin left her coat in the car. Rowan had parked and within seconds Aelin had deserted the car only leaving a heap of black material behind. He was quick to follow and the elevator arrived just as he got there.

“Look at this fancy apartment building with it’s elevator,” Aelin mused as she pushed the button and then lent on the railing. “You never answered my question. You think Lorcan would let me on the team?”

Rowan turned, seeing that teasing look written on every feature of her face. “Definitely not. But that has nothing to do with the costume.”

Aelin laughed again. “You haven’t even told me if you like my costume or not. You make a very sexy Teacher if I do say so myself.”

He moved, they were chest to chest and almost touching. Then Rowan gave her a lingering once over that made Aelin breath just a little faster. Leaning in he kissed her, and he felt her smiling against his lips before she fully committed to it. The only sound was the mechanisms of the elevator, then there was the definitive sound of a zipper being pulled.

Aelin let out a comical gasp. “Mr Whitethorn, keep your hands to yourself.”

Rowan chuckled and kissed her again, quickly, and stepped away, hands raised.

“I was wondering how long it would take you, that was damn near obscene,” Aelin laughed, readjusting her suspenders.

He hadn’t been pulling the down, he’d been pulling it up to try and give him a little more peace of mind when he walked into the party. It was a stupid, jealous thing to do, and he expected Aelin to rip into him for it. But he was mistaken, it was all a ploy from Aelin to get his attention it seemed. The elevator arrived at the right floor and she pulled his glasses from his pocket, slipping them onto his nose before grabbing his hand and leading them out. They walked down the hallway, arriving at a door with music pulsing behind it. Aelin didn’t bother knocking and walked in, almost running into the hostess herself. Lysandra was dressed as Red Riding Hood, a bright red cape over a short green dress.

“You made it!” She nearly yelled as she hugged Aelin, obviously already a little drunk. Then her green eyes landed on him. “Nice lipstick, Rowan.”

Confused, Rowan rubbed at his mouth, his fingers coming away red. He gave Aelin an accusing look but she just grinned and rubbed away what was left of the lipstick.

“You look great,” Lysandra said, then she pointed between them. “I get it. You’re dressed as each other. Clever.”

“Thank you,” Aelin said, tucking into Rowan’s side. “Where’s Aeds?”

Lysandra waved behind her. “Somewhere. You guys have fun, now!”

She was gone through the crowd and Rowan held onto Aelin’s hand as she led them to the drinks. He spotted Elide and a few other familiar faces, but overall there were a lot of people hadn’t seen before. Aelin waved to people she recognised, saying hello here and there, but she never let go of him. She found him a stool in a corner, letting him sit while she leaned into his chest. Aedion eventually found them, as did Elide and Lysandra, the women begging Aelin to come dance but she declined.

Rowan could tell that she wanted to, so he leant forward and kissed her cheek. “Go have fun love, I’m fine here.”

She turned to face him then said hopefully. “You could always come dance with me.”

“I don’t think so,” Rowan said, shaking his head.

Aelin pouted at him but she didn’t push him. “I’ll be back soon I promise.”

True to her word Aelin came back after a few dances, Rowan’s eyes had been drinking her in the whole time and she made sure to send him flirty smiles as she did. That costume combined with the way she moved was nearly driving him insane. But soon after she arrived she was dragged off again for a game of beer pong with Aedion. As a team the two cousins were unstoppable and by the time she wandered back to Rowan again she was definitely a little tipsy. She threw her arms around his neck, leaning fully into him.

“Come dance with me, please?” Aelin begged.

That smile was almost his undoing but then a voice he actually recognised sounded from behind her.

“There you are. Not surprised to see you hiding in a corner, Whitethorn.”

Looking up Rowan saw Fenrys and Aelin turned to face him as well.

“You made it!” She exclaimed.

It was then that Rowan took in exactly what Fenrys was wearing… or not wearing. He had worn most of his work uniform, just about everything except his shirt. Even with the jacket over the top Rowan could tell that he’s taken care to oil up his bare chest beneath, only ever so slightly covered by his suspenders. He lent his elbow on Aelin’s shoulder, and looking at the two of them they were the ones that looked like they had come dressed to match.

Fenrys tilted his head. “Who are you supposed to be? Clark Kent?”

Rowan crossed his arms over his chest but it was Aelin who answered. “No he’s a teacher. You get it?”

“Oh, yep yep. I get it,” Fenrys said nodding. “You’ve swapped professions. And, might I just say Miss Galathynius, you make a fine firefighter.”

Aelin shoved him. “Come on, I’ll get you a drink.”

Getting a drink turned into a few dances, followed by a game of magnetic darts and then at least three songs worth of awful karaoke. In between the activities Aelin and Fenrys wandered away from each other, but always seemed to find the other again. At one point Fenrys came over to drop off his jacket now that he was getting a little warm, Rowan had even rolled his sleeves up to his elbows for a little relief.

Rowan fixed his coworker with a look. “You know you’re not supposed to wear your uniform outside of work.”

Fenrys’ reply was a shrug and a grin.

“You look like a stripper,” Rowan added and Fenrys let out an incredulous laugh.

“We all gotta live a little sometimes,” Fenrys said before disappearing to Aelin’s side again.

Rowan felt himself getting more sullen by the second, watching how Aelin and Fenrys smiled and had fun together. It was moments like this that Rowan wished he was more… sociable. More willing to put himself out there in situations like this, but instead he was sitting in a dark corner by himself, with only Fenrys’ jacket for company. Aelin wandered back to him, her hands immediately going to his face to make her look at him.

“What is it?” She asked him.

“It’s nothing,” Rowan said and she tried to shake Aelin off but she kept hold of him and just lent in closer.

“What. Is. It.”

Rowan sighed. “It looks like you have more fun with him than with me.”

Aelin smirked. “And him meaning Fenrys.”

Rowan nodded.

That smirk turned into a coy smile and she slotted herself between his legs, his hands finding her waist. “Well maybe if you got off this stool and came out to play.”

Rowan started to frown but Aelin kept his attention. “Hey, I’m kidding. I get it. Funny thing is that I invited him so you would have someone to talk to. Maybe I should have invited Lorcan instead, except he’d never say yes to me.” Rowan managed a laugh at that. “And I definitely don’t have more fun with Fen, trust me.” Aelin added earnestly.

“It certainly looks like it,” Rowan grumbled.

Aelin slid that much closer, her mouth right by his ear. “Oh yeah? Well, would I ever let him…”

She whispered in his ear, so close the breath that accompanied her words tickled his skin, making him break out in goosebumps. They were words that described something obscene about sliding on fire poles, on his fire pole to be exact. When she pulled away Aelin’s smile was feline and Rowan felt his cheeks heat.

“Can we go now, please?” Rowan’s voice was nowhere near as smooth or confident as he wanted it to be.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Aelin said. Rowan stood and went to take his glasses off but Aelin stopped him, her hands running up his arms to where his sleeves were rolled up. “You’ll be leaving those on. All night, if you please, Mr Whitethorn.”

~~~~~

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lovelucybradford · 4 years ago

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I Pretend You’re Mine~Three

A/N: Thank you again, so much, for your kind and encouraging comments. It makes me so happy that you’re enjoying this.

Trigger warning: Rosalie has plane accident anxiety, gets high off of Dramamine, and wants to fight some hoes

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And without further ado, I present to you...

Chapter Three: I Get Drunk On Jealousy

Rosalie had never been a good sleeper on the night before a vacation. Normally, she would spend the hours tossing and turning in bed, her mind whirring with anticipation at the upcoming events or thinking of the impending doom of a plane flight. Last night followed the same predictable pattern: lie awake counting the ruffles in the popcorn ceiling, think about planes falling out of the sky, roll over, curl into ball, think about something else to ease the anxiety...

Save for one difference--an earlier conversation with Laura played in Rose’s head over and over like a drive-in showing of the newest heart-pounding flick.

“You haven’t seen my idiot brother, have you?” Laura muttered as soon as Rosalie opened the door, suspicious eyes scanning the apartment in search of a hiding Derek. She didn’t wait for Rose’s reply and walked into the living room, plopping down on the sofa.

“Well, hello to you, too. Not that you’re not always welcome, but what are you doing here? You could have called. And why are you looking for Derek?” Rosalie questioned, resting her hip on the doorframe.

Laura rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “He hasn’t been home in days, he missed family dinner Sunday night, he won’t answer texts or calls. I think he’s hiding from my mother. I—”

“Why would he be hiding from your mother? I mean, for God’s sake, he’s a thirty-year-old man—”

“Can you blame him from hiding? You know what my mom’s like when she’s pissed.”

“Why’s she pissed at Derek? As far as I know, he hasn’t done anything deserving of the wrath of Mama Hale.”

Laura crossed her arms, a signature Hale glare aimed right at Rosalie.

Rose questioned Laura’s unwarranted expression with a glare of her own. “What?”

The scowl etched on Laura’s face just grew further. “You’re honestly going to lie to my face?”

At Rosalie’s clueless expression, Laura sighed, throwing her hands up into the air, “What kind of game are you and Derek playing?”

Rose’s heart began to beat a little faster. Could Laura know about their little white lie? No, she couldn’t have. All joking aside, Rosalie’s friend group had sworn not to tell anyone else. But it wasn’t like they kept in contact with the other Hale siblings to begin with…

Laura stood, grabbing the other woman by the wrist and pulling her to sit, in the teal armchair, across from her.

“Tell me. Whose idiotic idea was it to tell your whackass family that you and Derek are engaged? Yours or his?”

Rosalie’s jaw dropped, but Laura looked unaffected.

“How…how did you find out?” Rose breathed, knowing she was caught red-handed.

“Your father called my mother to congratulate her on having ‘an esteemed Martin daughter’ joining the family—”

“Of course, he did,” Rosalie muttered into her palm.

“—Then asked when you and Derek were planning on officially announcing the engagement.”

Rosalie purposefully stared at the gold buttons that outlined the armchair. One of them was loose. That would have to be fixed. Now that she knew about it, it would drive her nuts. “And… what did Talia say?”

“She said that she’s overjoyed that you’ll be an ‘official’ Hale, and that she’d be sure to pass along his concerns to you. Then, she called my brother to ask why the fuck she just had to lie to Jason Martin and what in the world you two were scheming up.”

That surprised Rosalie. Talia Hale was a woman of great poise; it was rare that she lost her temper. “Wait, she actually dropped the ‘f’ bomb? Why was she so angry? So what, we may have fibbed a little.”

The accent pillow from Rose’s sofa hit her in the face, forcing her to look at Laura. Laura’s lips were pursed, face growing redder with frustration.

“SO WHAT? Good God, you two are the stupidest smart people that I know!”

The condescending tone of her voice caused Rosalie to raise her haunches. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means that this is, by far, the dumbest con you two have come up with. And this beats the night that you and Derek got drunk on his 21st birthday and you dared him to go streaking down Main Street.”

“Why? You don’t think that Derek and I can play a convincing couple? Because I’ll have you know that we both won the Best Thespian award during our respective senior years, even though D—”

Laura stood, exploding. “That’s just it, Rosalie! You’ll both play madly in love very well, too well actually, and I…”

She ran a hand through her brown hair, walking to the window and facing the expanse of city below. Softly, Laura added, “I don’t want to see you two get hurt.”

She sounded so vulnerable, it made Rosalie wonder the reasoning behind those fears. Derek and her, they would never hurt each other. The two friends both cared too much. “And why would you think that?”

Laura whipped around to face Rosalie so quickly that she wondered how her pseudo-sister hadn’t gotten whiplash. “Must I spell it out for you? Obviously, I must. You two have been in love with each other since you were kids.”

No. No. Rosalie had feelings for him (albeit repressed), sure, but they certainly weren’t love. She swore she would never get herself into that mess again. And Derek… no way. Like he could ever love her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I… Derek… we’re not in love.”

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetie. Tell me how denial goes for you. Just don’t come back to me crying when this whole ploy of yours blows up in your face spectacularly.”

Was Laura right? Would this all end in burning flames? That question had ruminated in Rosalie’s head all night long.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!” A slap on the leg jolted Rose wide awake. She looked to her left, finding the culprit grinning in satisfaction as his eyes scanned the road ahead.

Rosalie rolled her eyes, slumping against the passenger door to glare out the window at the streaks of artificial light that came from the surrounding buildings as we passed. “Go to hell, Peter.”

“I’ve been there, sweetie. Feels right at home. And besides, you’re getting to spend a week in paradise. I think you can sacrifice a little sleep.”

“So you woke me up because you’ve got FOMO?”

“You could have gotten a ticket, too. You have enough money,” Lydia chimed in from the back seat. Her voice was low with latent sleep, Lydia not much more alert than Rosalie.

Peter sighed dramatically, always one for fanfare. “No, I could not have. Rosalie’s father’s restraining order still stands… and I’m permanently banned from the state of Hawaii.”

Stiles perked up immediately, elbows leaning on his knees so he could listen in closer. “This is a story I have to hear.”

At the same time, looking to Peter in her peripheral, Rose commented, “You’re lucky you got off that easy. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Stiles reached across Lydia to poke Derek spastically in the bicep.

“What did he do? What did he do?” Stiles questioned Derek like an excited little boy.

Derek groaned. “This fucker commandeered Jason Martin’s yacht and took it for a drunken joyride like he was Jack fucking Sparrow. He went around picking up a bunch of women and partied until the Coast Guard pulled up.”

To himself, Peter muttered, “Boats and hoes.”

Rosalie scowled. “You had to go and call the female cop a dirty wench.”

Peter looked irritated. “Um, excuse me. I may not remember much from that night, but I’m pretty sure my exact words were, ‘Ahoy there, you sexy wench! Give me some of that booty.’”

Stiles laughed hysterically. Rosalie reached around in her seat to smack him on the forehead. “Don’t encourage him!”

Peter shifted the car into park and turned towards the group in the back. “We’re finally here. Now, get the fuck out of my car so I can go back to sleep.”

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Her pillow was hard—unusually so. She specifically remembered buying the fluffiest one in the store. So why did it feel like she was sleeping against a wall? Rosalie inhaled deeply, the woodsy scent flooding her nostrils. The brick wall smelled amazing. She greedily burrowed further into the pillow. The pillow that was becoming less hard and more… prickly.

The pillow shook slightly, Rosalie’s torso moving along with it. The hazy ring of a laugh resounded amidst the mechanical buzzing of the airplane.

“Are you smelling me?” came a familiar voice. The woman turned her head slightly, only to find that her pillow was not a pillow, and instead was the shoulder of her best friend.

Rosalie smiled happily up at him. “Hey Derek!”

He grinned back, green eyes dancing with amusement. “Hey princess. Sleep well, I assume?”

“Mmm, yeah. So good. The best.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re about two hours outside of Orlando. Just a reminder, the fasten seatbelt sign is on. We may run into some turbulence here.”

Rosalie lifted her heavy head from Derek’s shoulder, leaning back fully on the cushion of her seat. Her eyes hazily scanned the encapsulated ceiling. A blast of cold air hit her straight in the face.

“God, is that you?” Rosalie questioned curiously, “Why are you telling me to fasten my seatbelt. I always wear my seatbelt, you know that. I am a responsible driver.”

Derek laughed again. “Holy shit, you’re so high.”

Rosalie smacked her lips, mouth suddenly feeling cotton dry. “I require a beverage.”

Stiles peeked his head over the seat.

Rose stared up at him in awe. “Stiles, you really are a Jedi! You’ve mastered levitation!”

Stiles gave her a weird look. “First you’re saying that you require a ‘beverage’, now you’re thinking that I’m levitating.” His focus turned to scrutinize Derek. “I told you we shouldn’t have given her Dramamine!”

Rose’s body suddenly felt heavy again, so she slumped over and used Derek to support her weight. Derek’s head was stretched all the way up; he was yelling back at Stiles. For what, Rosalie didn’t understand. “Would you rather she spends the whole flight puking her guts out? You know she has motion sickness!”

Rosalie blindly reached a finger up and to her left until she poked Derek in the nose. “Derek. Derek. Der. I need a beverage.”

Derek wrapped his hand around hers and brought their hands down to rest between them. His free hand ran through his hair.

“The drink cart’s coming. It should be here soon.”

Rosalie narrowed her eyes, focusing on Derek’s hair and not his words. The black locks were disheveled, the right side sticking up in a very unattractive manner. She stretched up to pat his hair down.

“Yes, thank you. Ok. The stewardess is coming,” Derek said, clearly not appreciating her fixing.

Rosalie shrugged and went back to lying her head on his shoulder, trying not to inhale when she caught another whiff of cedarwood. Damn, that scent was addicting.

The perky stewardess appeared almost instantly, almost like she was at Derek’s beck and call. She might as well have been, with the way she was looking at him.

The woman was young, likely around Rosalie’s age. She wore a navy blazer over a white button-up shirt, with one too many buttons undone. Even her scarf couldn’t hide that cleavage—eye-drawing cleavage. And it’s like the stewardess knew it, too, with the way that she pulled down her shirt as soon as she stepped in front of the two in the aisle. Her brown eyes scanned Derek hungrily, not an unusual occurrence when it came to Derek Hale.

Intuitively, Rosalie’s blue eyes scanned the hand still in Derek’s for the ring that she was sure she put on this morning, the sapphire that got them into this mess in the first place. Just as Rosalie thought, it was still secured around her left ring finger.

The pretty blonde flight attendant flipped her long hair and smiled brilliantly at Derek.

“How can I help you, sweetheart?” she fawned, voice thick with a southern drawl.

Rose watched her like a hawk. She didn’t like that look, nor the subtle flirting. Not when it was obvious that he was engaged.

Rosalie put on the sweetest smile she could muster in her slowly angering state. “I’d love a ginger ale. Thank you.”

The stewardess didn’t even look at Rosalie as she spoke; she was still smiling brightly at Derek.

“Would you like a champagne? It’s on the house, for a pretty face like yours.”

Rosalie’s blood boiled at the woman’s blatant flirting with her fiancé. It sobered Rosalie immensely. She raised her head from Derek’s shoulder, moving their joined hands to her lap where the sapphire ring would be obvious.

The flight attendant’s gaze grazed briefly to Rosalie’s hand. It was as if she was unfazed.

Rosalie’s brows stretched tightly upward as she channeled Big Hale Energy to the best of her ability. The words came flying out of her mouth before she could really even think them through. She was beyond pissed.

“I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say that you’re just too stupid to see the ring on my finger. Because I highly doubt that American Airlines would appreciate one of their employees whoring it up for someone else’s fiancé.”

The look on the woman’s face was priceless. Finally, Rosalie got a reaction on that steely, perfect face of hers, one that reminded Rose eerily of her stepsister, Ashleigh. The other woman’s jaw dropped, noisily gasping for breath.

The gasps echoed across the cabin. Derek’s hand stiffened in Rose’s.

“I am so sorry. We gave her some Dramamine to get on the plane, and she gets a little… feisty. If we could have the ginger ale, that would be great. Thanks,” Derek croaked, swiftly pulling his hand away to pull out his wallet from his back pocket. He handed the woman a five-dollar bill with an apologetic smile.

Rosalie looked at him, flabbergasted.

Derek stared right back at her, one brow raised in challenge.

“Do you want to get kicked off this plane?!” He hissed.

Stiles poked his head up again, whistling loudly. “Not even there yet, and you’re already playing the jealous fiancée. Damn, Rose. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Lydia yanked him back down into his seat as the flight attendant stiffly appeared with Rosalie’s ginger ale and a bottle of water for Lydia. Rose didn’t look at her as she accepted the plastic cup. Instead, she stared at her tanned legs. The stewardess’ high heels clicked as she stomped back up towards the front of the cabin.

In the clear, Rosalie brought the cup to her dry lips to take a much-needed drink. Lydia reached one hand through the gap between Derek and Rosalie’s seats, grabbing Rose’s elbow before she could let the liquid into her mouth.

“Don’t drink that!” Lydia exclaimed hastily.

Rose put the drink down on Derek’s open tray table and turned to peek through the gap. She could see a fraction of Lydia’s face. From what she could see, Lydia looked irritated.

“She probably spit in it, Rosalie.”

Rose scoffed at the suggestion. “What? She was the one who was hitting on a taken man! What am I supposed to do?”

Derek shoved a half-drank bottle of Aquafina from his carry-on into her lap. “Just shut up and drink this.”

She removed her face from the gap to look at Derek apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t react, just kept on glaring at the tray table.

Rosalie changed defense tactics, smiling at him with all teeth bared like a guilty child. “I’m sorry. I love you, Der Bear.”

Just as predicted, his green eyes shot to her blue ones. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “You better. I forgive you.”

Success. Rosalie’s lips curled upwards in satisfaction.

Derek held up a finger in front of her face. “On one condition. You never call me Der Bear again.”

His comment had Rosalie cackling loudly, drawing more unwanted attention to herself for the second time on the flight.

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PEA IMAGINE Mechanic boyfriend Issei ajdnizjd and he has his own little store and walks around in ins of these white tank tops that is just tight enough to assume the abs and his gf helps him out in his small place (she doesnt work cos he do be spoiling her) and every time any woman needs her car fixed they try to get sum but he makes sure to show his gf off (that's why he keeps her around his workplace also because he loves spending time with her) and he goes like "oh how rude I forgot to introduce my gf. Love say hello yeah?" and his gf smiles over and goes like "oh hello nice to meet u!" And the other women r either obviously pissed (and they come back every once in a while to try again) or they just smile awkwardly at her AND when men come in and see Isseis gf they try to ask her out but Issei be a good boyfriend and tells them to fuck off!!! but as soon as the customer r gone he has his gf sit in his lab in his office and makes out with her will she lays on the desk on her back with the legs up on his shoulders while he fucks her and makki who works with him sometimes since he is in between jobs has walked in on them way too often and so his gf tries to avoid having sex with Issei for makki sake and tells him "we cant do this to him anymore!" but it never works out cos they cant keep their hands to themselves (◍•ᴗ•) this got so long but I couldn't keep this to myself that would be selfish

Thank god you’re not selfish because omg 🤤

He’s just so fucking sexy with the way he walks around in that damn tank top, that’s covered in oil and dirt, but is so so tight on his toned stomach.It makes him chuckle when he sees women drooling over his pretty face and muscular body. Not so subtly flirting with him as he asks what’s wrong with the car.

It’s humorous, really it is. Watching these silly women think they could ever compare to you. He could laugh out loud at the sight of their face falling when his pretty little girl comes prancing in and introducing herself. And you could never get mad at him, he never gave you a reason to, calling you out of his office and showing you off- how could you blame these women? If he wasn’t your man already you’d be doing the same.

It’d only start to tick you off a bit when they’d come back in for an “oil change” and see if this week hes changed his mind and is ready to leave his girlfriend yet. The answers always the same. Not a fucking chance.

He’s quick to shut guys down when they come up to you. Seeing slimey, perv or even some young guy think they have a chance with you pisses him off.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but you are just so gorgeous. Could I take you out for drinks sometime?” You open your mouth to say something but everytime, without fail, you never have to.

“That’s real sweet of you man, but she’s taken, so fuck off.” Issei says, coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He’d chuckle at whomever it was that week, walked off with a scowl on their face.

Sometimes, he’d get jealous but would immediately get over it the moment he laid you on his desk, pressed his hardening cock into you and smashed his lips onto yours. Not even needing to watch the car drive out of his shop to know the guy was pissed off.

“Issei,” moaning out as he sucked on your sensitive neck. “We can’t do it here.”

“Says who?” More whimpers fell from your lips as he ground his hips into yours.

“M-Makki’s still here,” he grunts out a ‘he’s fine’ before tugging off your little shorts and immediately sinking his fat cock inside of you.

You bounce on the desk as he roughly pounds into you, splitting your tiny cunt in half. Your legs thrown over his shoulder and he’s bent over you to kiss at your neck. Hitting so deep inside you it’s only a matter of seconds before you’re cumming hard. Covering him in sticky fluids.

And out of the corner of your eye as you squirt all over Issei’s thighs you can see Makki shaking his head and closing the door to his office.

Mechanic Issei makes my brain malfunction who the duck am I kidding Issei makes my brain malfunction

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Regret and Redemption Chapter 19

Dean x reader

Mechanic!AU

Word Count-3304

Warnings-A little angst, language, some fluff, implied smut

Summary- Reader has left Dean and is trying to move on with her life. Can Dean prove himself and convince her to come back home?

A/N- Thank you to my beta @emoryhemsworth and all my girls and guy for the encouragement to keep going with this series. I love you all!

Amazing series cover and text dividers courtesy of @talesmaniac89

Regret and Redemption Masterlist

It had been a couple of weeks since Dean and Y/N had their small argument in her apartment, and things had been better. Dean had continued to go to therapy, and Y/N had started going to sessions herself. The tension between the two had begun to dissipate, and working together at the garage was going a lot smoother. Everyone around them could see the difference, and it was a happy sight to see.

Dean’s therapist thought a joint session would be a good idea, and Y/N had agreed to join him. She was nervous about what would be discussed during the session, but she knew this was what was best for them. Avoiding the challenging subjects wasn’t going to benefit either one of them, and it wouldn’t help their relationship move on and be healthier. That didn’t mean it would be easy, but she was willing to do whatever it took to fix their relationship and learn to trust him again.

Y/N sat at her desk in the garage while letting her mind wander and think about their appointment that afternoon. She had quite a bit of work to get done before she and Dean left early to see his therapist, but she just couldn’t concentrate on her job. The butterflies in her stomach were making her nauseous, and her nerves were keeping her too occupied. Y/N knew she shouldn’t be so worried, but her brain refused to cooperate.

She looked up from her computer to the window that allowed her to see into the garage where she could see Dean working. He was wearing a plain tee and jeans with grease covering his arms and hands. Y/N had always thought Dean was sexy when he was under the hood of a car; the way his muscles would ripple under the strain of using whatever tool that was necessary, how he pulled his bottom lip beneath his teeth when he was concentrating, and the small grunts and groans he made sent heat straight to her core. It was almost sinful to watch him lick his lips while covered in sweat, watching it bead down his face and neck.

Y/N shook her head to get the thoughts out of her mind. She’d always been extremely attracted to Dean, but lately, she couldn’t get the sight of him and Stacy out of her head when she thought about being intimate with Dean again. Y/N hoped that the joint therapy session would help her to be able to move past it so she and Dean could move forward with their relationship. She missed being that close to Dean, but she was also still hurt and feeling betrayed. What he had done to her would take time to move past completely, but she’d try her best.

Y/N had left before Dean to grab lunch before their session. After getting her order, she sat in the parking lot of Dean’s therapist’s office, staring at the building as if it would bite her. She’d been going to therapy on her own, but the joint session was intimidating to her. Y/N knew that things were going to be said that would hurt, and that scared her. Their relationship had been going smoothly, and she was afraid that this might put a halt to that.

Y/N decided to go ahead and walk into the building and wait for Dean. The longer she sat in her car and stared, the more nervous she became. She’d hoped that going into the waiting room would help calm her nerves, but she was wrong. It had only ramped up the nervousness she felt, and she was afraid she might lose her lunch. Y/N was becoming aggravated with herself for letting this get to her so badly. It was just a therapy session, and she had nothing to worry about, or so she hoped.

Dean walked through the door and saw Y/N sitting in the waiting room, her leg bouncing and chewing on her bottom lip. He couldn’t help but smile as he always thought she was adorable when she was nervous. Dean secretly hoped that this session would help Y/N let her thoughts of him and Stacy go. He knew that it would be hard to forget completely, but he wanted to be with her again. She always drove him crazy, and he craved to touch her again.

He opened his mouth to say hello, but the receptionist calling their name interrupted him. Y/N smiled nervously at him as she walked ahead, Dean following right behind her. He reached out to put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her down the hallway. Dean had always done that, and Y/N had to admit that she loved it. She had always felt so safe when he had his hands on her, like nothing in the world could hurt her, except he had been the one to hurt her, the one thing that she had never imagined could happen.

Dean guided her into the room and took a seat next to her on the leather couch. He reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers, squeezing gently to give her a little reassurance that it would be okay. The smile Y/N gave him was a nervous and shy one, but it still managed to take his breath away. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and he wanted her to know and feel that. Dean leaned to press a kiss to her temple as the therapist walked into the room.

“Hi, Dean, Y/N,” she said with a smile. “My name is Melissa, but you already know that Dean,” she said with a chuckle as she sat down across from the couple.

“Melissa, this is Y/N, my wife—I mean my ex-wife,” Dean said, correcting himself.

Y/N looked over to Dean as he blushed at his mistake of words. It warmed her heart but also hurt that he still called her his wife. If he hadn’t been unfaithful, she would be his wife right now.

“Well, let’s go ahead and get started with that,” Melissa said with a small grin. “How does it make you feel that he calls you his wife, Y/N?”

“It makes me smile, but it’s also painful,” Y/N said meekly.

“Why is that?” Melissa asked, writing something down on her notepad.

“I smile because I love him, but if he hadn’t cheated, I’d still be his wife,” Y/N sighed, feeling Dean stiffen next to her.

“So, his infidelity is still painful for you?” Melissa asked.

“Of course it is! We were together for over eight years and I never strayed. Why couldn’t he do the same?!” Y/N exclaimed, untangling her fingers from Dean’s and throwing her hands in the air.

“How does that make you feel, Dean?” Melissa asked as she turned her focus to him.

“I’ve already told her, it makes me feel like shit! I shouldn’t have betrayed her like that, but I can’t take it back now. All I can do is try to make it up to her,” Dean said, his voice trailing off in regret.

“Why did you do it, Dean? I just don’t understand what I did to make you not want me! I tried to be a good wife, and all I got was a cheating husband!” Y/N shouted, her emotions starting to get the best of her.

“Okay, let’s calm down for a moment,” Melissa said. “Y/N, why do you think you did something to cause the cheating?”

“What other reason would he hurt me like this? I know I was writing my novel and wasn’t giving him as much attention as usual, but that shouldn’t have caused this to happen,” Y/N said as tears began to build in her eyes.

“Dean, what do you have to say?” Melissa asked.

“Y/N, yes, you were busy writing and not showing me the normal affection, but this isn’t your fault, baby. It was my insecurities and self-esteem that caused this. I was weak and let her use that against me,” Dean sighed as he hung his head. He hated to see Y/N this upset.

“See, Y/N, this isn’t your doing. Dean is working through his insecurities, and it is going very well. He has a way to go, but he will get there, and I do believe that he won’t hurt you like this again,” Melissa said with a smile.

Y/N nodded her head but stayed silent. The session had already gotten her very emotional, and it had just begun. She needed to get a handle on her emotions if they were going to continue and the session help them.

“Let’s move on. You are trying to rekindle your relationship, am I correct?” Melissa asked as she looked between Y/N and Dean.

“Yes, we have been going on dates and trying to rebuild it for a couple of months now,” Dean said, reaching over to squeeze Y/N’s thigh.

“Okay, how is the intimacy between the two of you?” Melissa asked, raising an eyebrow at the different facial expressions from Y/N and Dean.

“That’s not happening at all,” Dean said quickly.

Y/N whipped her head to the side to look at Dean. He had answered so quickly, and the tone of his voice had her blood boiling. She understood that Dean had needs, but so did she. It wasn’t that she wasn’t intimate to be vindictive, it was that she was still hurting, and all she could see when he tried to touch her that way was Stacy.

“How does that make you feel, Dean?” Melissa asked before Y/N had time to say anything.

“It hurts my feelings. I know I messed up, but I feel that if we are going to rebuild, we need that in our relationship. I want to be with her, and I miss the intimacy that we had,” Dean whispered, looking over to Y/N and seeing a tear slide down her cheek.

“It hurts your feelings?! How do you think I feel, Dean? I was the one sitting at home worried about you on the nights you would come home late. I was the one wondering what I had done wrong when my husband didn’t seem interested in me as much sexually,” Y/N was shouting as her emotions overwhelmed her at his words. “I had to sit and think about how I wasn’t going to get to be a mother, the one thing I want more than anything because my husband refused to be faithful!”

Dean looked at her in shock as she jumped up from the couch and paced in front of him. He knew that she was still hurting, but he had no idea that she was still harboring these intense feelings about him. It bothered him but also made him a little angry. How were they going to move on if she wasn’t willing to try and let things go?

“I’ve said I was sorry, Y/N! I don’t know how many more times I have to say it or try and show you that I mean it!” Dean said, his voice rising as he stood to face her. “For fuck’s sake, I started therapy to show you I was serious about being a better man for you! What more do you want from me?!”

“Okay, let’s calm down guys,” Melissa said, but they ignored her.

“What do I want from you?! How about that you acknowledge that you really fucked up, and not try to push me to do something I can’t do yet!” Y/N screamed at him, tears trailing down her cheeks.

“I’ve said it a million times that I know I fucked up, and I seem to remember that you were quite enjoying what was going on in my office that day!” Dean shouted back at her.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, shocked at what had just come out of his mouth. How dare he throw it in her face that she’d enjoyed him kissing and touching her. Of course she’d enjoyed it, up until the thought of him doing the same thing to Stacy on his desk invaded her mind. Y/N spun on her heels to grab her purse and walk to the door. She was done and refused to keep going with it.

“Y/N, please come back and have a seat. We need to work this out without the harsh words,” Melissa said, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I can’t do this,” Y/N said as the tears stained her cheeks. “He’s still mad at me because I wouldn’t have sex with him that day, and that’s all I need to know.”

“I’m not mad, Y/N! My feelings were hurt, big difference,” Dean said, his voice quieter as he calmed down.

“Would it help if I asked Dean to step out for a minute so we can talk alone?” Melissa asked as she squeezed Y/N’s shoulder, trying to comfort her.

Y/N just nodded her head, not wanting to speak because she didn’t trust her voice. She hadn’t wanted to cry, but her eyes had already betrayed her, and she didn’t want her voice to do the same.

“Fine, I’ll be in the hallway,” Dean sighed as he walked by the two women, stopping in front of Y/N.

“I want to say that I’m sorry I lost my temper, sweetheart. That’s another thing I’m working to fix,” Dean said, reaching up to run his finger down her cheek softly. “I love you, baby.”

Y/N watched as he walked out and shut the door behind him. The guilt had started to bubble up in her chest, causing her to cry once more. She knew this was going to be a hard day, but she hadn’t expected to go like this.

She let Melissa lead her back to the couch to have a seat. Her head was swimming with everything that had just happened, and she wasn’t sure where she and Dean were going to go from here. Had this session been the end of them?

“Y/N, is the thought of his infidelity what’s stopping you from being intimate with him again?” Melissa asked, her voice soft as she tried to show Y/N compassion.

“Yes, every time we get close to that kind of intimacy, all I can see is him and Stacy. My mind runs wild with the thoughts of him touching her like he used to touch me,” Y/N said with a whimper, the thought breaking her heart.

“Y/N, I know this is hard, but you have to let those thoughts go,” Melissa said as she placed a hand on Y/N’s knee.

“I don’t know how to let it go,” Y/N whispered, hanging her head.

“You have to remember that he chose you. He could have easily stayed with her when you left, but he chose to change to be with you again,” Melissa said, patting Y/N’s knee.

“He would’ve kept cheating if I hadn’t caught him,” Y/N said with a groan.

“Maybe, but you did catch him, and he’s working through his issues that led to the affair,” Melissa said with a smile.

“What issues is that?” Y/N said, her voice a little sarcastic.

“I can’t tell you that because of patient confidentiality, but I can tell you that he knows what to do so that it never happens again. He loves you very much, Y/N. He just needs you to let him in again and begin to trust him,” Melissa said.

“I’ll try my best,” Y/N sighed.

“Can I bring Dean back in now?” Melissa asked.

Y/N nodded in agreement, watching Melissa walk to the door to ask Dean to come back in the room. Her eyes met his as he walked in, and she could see that Dean had been crying. His green eyes were red-rimmed and a little swollen. Y/N felt guilty that the session had taken the turn it had; all they wanted was to move on, not to make things more tense.

“I have an exercise I want the two of you to try,” Melissa began to say. “I want you to cook dinner for Y/N tomorrow night, Dean, and after dinner, I want you both to sit facing each other. I don’t want you to speak to each other, just look into each other’s eyes and try to let your eyes express what you want the other to feel. You may touch if that is something you’re comfortable doing, but this will help with opening up that feeling of intimacy again,” Melissa said, handing them a piece of paper with the exercise’s instructions.

Dean and Y/N thanked Melissa before they left and made their way to their vehicles. Dean walked Y/N to her Nissan and opened the door for her to slide into the driver’s seat. The two of them stared at one another for a few minutes before Dean broke the silence.

“I’m sorry about earlier, sweetheart. I know you need time before we take that step, but I just miss the feeling of having you against me. I miss us, Y/N,” Dean whispered as he hung his head.

Y/N felt bad for Dean, and she knew that she had to make some changes also. Their relationship wasn’t going to flourish if she kept dwelling on the past. She reached for his hand and let him help her stand up out of her car.

“Dean, I miss us too. I’m really sorry for my outburst in there, and I’m going to try and let the past go so we can move forward. I just need you to be patient with me, okay? This whole ordeal has been hard for me, and it’s going to take time to get past it, but I promise I’m going to try,” Y/N told him as she reached up to cup his cheek and place a soft sweet kiss to his lips.

“I’ll be more patient with you, sweetheart. I promise,” Dean said with a small smile, leaning down to kiss her once more. “Maybe this exercise will help us both,”

“I hope so, Dean. I want us to get back to where we were,” Y/N said with a sigh.

“I don’t want to go back to where we were,” Dean said, looking down at the shock and hurt on Y/N’s face.

“What?! Then what was the…” Y/N started to speak but was interrupted with Dean’s lips on hers.

“I want us to go beyond where we were, Y/N. I want the absolute best for us, sweetheart,” Dean said as he pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

“I want that for us too, Dean. I want that for us so much,” Y/N whispered as she clung to him as if he would disappear.

Y/N and Dean held each other in the parking lot for a long time, neither wanting to let go of the other. The therapy session had exhausted them both emotionally but had helped to show them the direction they needed to go. Dean eventually let her go and helped her back into her car and watched her drive away with a wave. He hoped with every fiber of his being that tomorrow night would be just what they needed to take the first step in beginning the healing they both needed so badly, healing that would lead to happiness for them for the rest of their days.

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