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frudoo · 4 months

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A Moth Into Flame — Simon “Ghost” Riley

Y’all… this one is sloppy and kinda lazy??? Idk I had a plan but then it kinda crumbled. If there are plot holes or it just doesn’t make sense… it is what it is LMAO. 🫶

Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, unprotected PIV, creampie, Simon giving poor reader whiplash but she’s fine with it I guess

MDNI

You can smell his cologne even over the pungent aroma of your whiskey, and you suddenly wish that you had just stayed home. Your body tenses at the sound of those all-too-familiar combat boots hitting the floor. He doesn’t allow himself to be heard unless he wants to make his presence known—he always has been deliberate. You feel the unmistakable coarseness of his hands resting themselves on your shoulders before gently grazing their way down your bare arms. You try to hide the shudder that runs through your body, but he sees. He always sees.

“Save a seat f’you,” he whispers, his voice a soft breath against the shell of your ear.

He trails his hand down the curve of your spine to give your ass a firm squeeze, and as quickly as he had approached, he’s gone. You choke down the rest of your whiskey quickly, ignoring the searing burn it leaves in your esophagus. Your eyes scan the bar for the large, imposing figure you’ve grown to know far too well before finding him in the round booth near the back. He’s with his mates, of course, the ones he never lets you say hello to before he’s pulling you out of the bar and taking you back to his apartment.

Those deep molasses eyes beckon you over without having to say a word. Yeah, you should’ve stayed home, because you know exactly how this night is going to end.

Silently you approach, grimacing at the feeling of the cracked red leather of the booth scratching the backs of your thighs as you slid in beside Simon. He wasn’t having that. A strong tattooed arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you onto his lap. His mitts unashamedly squeeze your supple tits before ultimately resting on your waist. You jab him in the gut with your elbow, but he only gives you an amused grunt in response.

“Finally lettin’ us meet yer lass, LT?” The mohawked man raises an eyebrow, sucking his teeth as he looks you over. “She’s bonnie.”

Simon shrugs, tilting his head to press a kiss to the side of your face through his mask. Despite the fact that the guy had been looking at you like a piece of meat, there was something charming about him, blue eyes holding a boyish innocence, but the smirk he wears gives away his true nature. There’s something captivating about all of the roguish men, but none quite as… alluring as the enigma whose lap you sit on.

The other two men say nothing about your presence and instead shift the conversation back to something you can’t understand. Not that you’d be able to focus, anyway, with the way Simon’s grasping your hips to move you over slightly when he wants to take a drink or add something to the discussion. His hands are so warm that you can feel it through the thin fabric of your dress, and it excites you more than you’d like to admit. You know what those hands can do.

He’s distracted, taken a break from tormenting you with those gentle touches, but it doesn’t help the white-hot desire that’s been building up in your belly, fogging up your head. To go from too much attention to too little won’t do at all. You can beat him at his own game.

You pretend to listen to whatever the bearded man with the weird hat is saying, not looking to draw any attention to yourself—at least, not from anyone other than Simon. You reach forward to grab a pretzel from the bowl on the table, pushing your ass back to deliberately rub against his crotch. He grunts and gives your hip a squeeze, a warning. Bingo. You feign ignorance and lean forward again, this time rolling your hips to add some more friction.

Simon grabs your throat to tip your head back, a threatening undertone in his murmur.

“Playin’ a dangerous game there, bird.”

You snicker, giving another grind of your ass against his growing erection—pouring gasoline onto the fire. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips almost painfully, and his bark is a little sharper now, more akin to a bite.

“Fuckin’ quit it.”

A moth into flame.

“Make me.”

That’s all it takes before you’re forced out of the booth, his large hand splayed across your lower back as he ushers you through the crowd, toward the bathroom. You turn to look at his mates over your shoulder, and the one in the ball cap gives you a cheeky wink right before the door slams shut and the only thing in your view is Simon with his balaclava pulled up just above his nose. Without warning, he slams your back against the wall and kisses you with a fervor you’ve only felt in more private areas with him. You moan against his lips, moving to wrap your arms around his neck, but he’s quicker, pinning your wrists above your head to keep you in place.

“Gonna teach y’some bloody manners,” he grumbles against your skin, nipping his way down your jawline and neck. “I like my pets domesticated.”

You gasp as he delivers a particularly harsh bite right to the middle of your throat, spit-slick tongue scalding against the wound. It’ll leave a nasty bruise but you couldn’t care less, clenching your thighs together in an attempt to get some much-needed friction. Simon tuts, briefly nibbling on your lobe before muttering into your ear.

“Spread ‘em.”

A simple command, but you scramble to obey, a soft whine escaping your parted lips. He’s quick to move his free hand down your stomach and between your thighs, cupping your mound roughly. You buck your hips, clothed clit rubbing right up against the heel of his palm. He groans, releasing your wrists to cusp your jaw instead.

“Knickers are fuckin’ soaked, lovie. All f’me?” His dark eyes bore into your own, fingernails leaving creases in the flesh of your cheek.

“All for you,” you reply breathlessly, grabbing onto his biceps to brace yourself for what comes next.

Simon pushes your panties aside and swipes the tip of his middle finger through your slit to collect the sticky dew of your arousal. He circles your clit a few times before teasing your entrance. He swirls his fingertip before pushing inside, all the way to the knuckle. He huffs amusedly at the mewl you let out.

“Mm, she’s droolin’ f’me, baby,” he whispers, his other hand cupping the back of your head and pulling you in for another kiss.

Without warning, he slips another finger inside, curling them to hit that sweet spot perfectly. You let out a keen moan and tilt your head back, too absorbed in pleasure to acknowledge the dull pain that comes when you hit the wall. Simon smiles, licking the tip of your nose teasingly.

“Tha’s the spot,” Simon coos, mouth falling open in the same fashion as yours.

His eyes never leave your face, transfixed on every twitch of your eyebrows and quiver of your lips. He’d argue that he’s more drunk on you than the whiskey he’d been enjoying just a few minutes ago. He pumps his fingers quicker, harder, attacking your neck with more soft kisses and nips. He chuckles when he feels your gummy walls clamping onto his fingers, your nails digging into the flesh of his biceps and leaving half-moons as a result. Simon doesn’t mind.

“Y’close, baby?” He hums, pulling away from your neck to press his forehead against yours.

“Y-yeah,” you pant, opening your eyes to stare into his, deep, dark with desire and burning with passion.

“Cum f’me,” he whispers, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and massaging your g-spot in mind-numbing thrusts of those thick fingers. “There y’go, lovie, squeeze m’fingers jus’ like tha’.”

Simon moans alongside you as you reach your peak, lips curling into a pleased smirk. The second he feels your walls ease up he pulls his fingers out, causing a whine to slip out of your throat. He clicks his tongue, fingertips wrapping around your throat and squeezing gently.

“On your knees.”

You do as he says, glazed eyes just barely making out the sight of his veiny hands unbuckling his belt. Simon pulls his cock free of its confines, hissing at the sensation of cold air hitting the sensitive skin. His tip is an angry fuschia, dripping rich pearls of precum, and fuck—he must have been just as desperate as you. You’re still in a daze from the blinding ecstasy he put you through, staring at his pretty dick with your hands resting in your lap. He cocks an eyebrow beneath his mask, snapping his fingers at you.

“Well? Y’wanted this fuckin’ cock so bad, so suck it,” he spits, pushing on the back of your head and guiding you towards his throbbing erection.

Pulled out of your hazy state, you stick out your tongue the way you know he loves, grabbing the base of his dick and pulling down the thin layer of foreskin to reveal the thick crown beneath. You smack the tip against the middle of your tongue, moaning in unison with its owner as you stare up at him through fluttering lashes. Simon looks so fucking good like this—one hand rested on your head, the other bracing himself on the cool wall behind you. Unable to resist any longer, you wrap your lips around the tip and suckle softly, swiping your tongue through the slit to collect all of that delicious, salty precum.

“Oh, 'ell yeah,” Simon grunts, chin falling to rest right above his clavicle, drooping eyes focusing on your own. “Always take me so well.”

You smile the best you can with your mouth full, resting your hands on his muscular thighs before taking him deeper. You’re always surprised by his girth no matter how many times you hook up—such a fat cock that your lips have to stretch almost painfully to accommodate. He grunts as you flatten your tongue on the bottom of his dick, massaging the bulging vein and hollowing your cheeks for better suction. One of your hands moves up to cup his balls in your palm, gently squeezing. He shudders and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth; he’s already so close.

“Enough,” Simon pants, tightening his grip on your skull and carefully pulling your mouth off of his cock with a wet pop. “Fuck. What the ‘ell are you doin’ t’me, woman?”

You smile as he cups your cheeks in his hands, pulling you in for a feverish kiss. His tongue prods your mouth, running across your teeth and tongue and everywhere he can reach. Then, he stops, giving your ass a sharp smack.

“Turn around and bend over tha’ sink,” he instructs breathlessly, before deciding that would take too long, instead grabbing your hips and manhandling you into position.

You barely get any warning before he’s shoving your dress up to your waist and tearing off your panties. You gasp and turn to glare at him over your shoulder, but he’s already pocketing the ruined fabric.

“M’sorry, lovie. I’ll buy a new pair f’you… ‘ell, I’ll buy anythin’ y’want. Jus’ let me… ah fuck!” Simon throws his head back as he slides to the hilt inside of you in one blissful, searing stroke.

“Fuck!” You whimper, the painful stretch of your cunt struggling to suck him in causing you to hold onto the cold porcelain for dear life.

Simon wastes no time before starting to pump in and out slowly, giving you just a pinch of time to adjust. Then he takes hold of your hips and ruts into you with reckless abandon, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood trying to stifle his moans. You’re not so careful about your volume, squealing and babbling with every thrust he deals. He grunts, moving one hand to cover your mouth, pulling you back into his chest.

“Tha’ whore mouth o’yours is gonna get us in trouble,” he grumbles through gritted teeth though makes no effort to let up on his devastating thrusts.

“Drive me bloody fuckin’ insane, y’know tha’? Perfect, pretty baby, no fuckin’ good f’me.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the fat tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot with perfect precision. Every stroke, every whisper, every smack of his hips against your ass has you seeing stars. You can feel the mascara and sweat dripping down your face, and you get the feeling that the rest of you looks just as fucked. You turn your head to look at yourself in the mirror, wiping away the fog to watch as Simon fucks you absolutely stupid. You meet his gaze in the reflection and he snickers, pulling the straps of your dress down so that your tits spill out from the fabric.

“Yeah, y’know you’re fuckin’ sexy,” he mutters, alternating between roughly palming at your breasts and tweaking your pert nipples. “Such a hot mess f’me.”

You’re dangerously close, teetering on the edge of that earth-shattering euphoria, and you know that Simon knows—that’s why you let out a defeated sob when he pulls out of you completely, leaving your pussy to clench around the newfound emptiness.

“W-why did you-?”

“Haven’t learned your lesson yet, bird,” he sniffs, tugging your head backwards so that his lips meet your ear. “Apologize for teasin’ me in front o’my mates like tha’.”

“Simon, please,” you beg, hot tears streaming down your puffy cheeks.

Simon tuts, giving your ass a couple of sharp smacks. You yelp, body jolting forward with each painful contact.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry!” You whine, fingertips prying at the sink as he glides the head of his cock through your glistening folds.

“For wha’?” He kisses his way down your neck, giving both nipples a rough pinch.

“For teasing you in- in front of your friends,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as his tip catches on the hood of your puffy clit.

“There’s m’good girl,” he purrs, running his hands down to your waist and giving it a soft squeeze. “Next time y’act up like tha’, you’re not gettin’ off this easy.”

“Please make me cum,” your bottom lip quivers as your eyes meet in the mirror once again, desperate for him to tame the fire he’s ignited in your belly and heart.

“Turn back around,” Simon whispers, stepping back to give you room to obey. “Wanna see tha’ pretty face when y’do.”

You turn to face him and wrap your arms around his neck, gasping softly as he cups your bottom in his hands, hoisting you up. He presses your back to the wall with your legs around his waist and kisses you again, but it’s much more tender than the previous ones. He gasps into your mouth as he pushes inside of you again, hands still firmly on your ass to keep you secure as he builds up a pace once more.

“Fuckin’ love you, y’know tha’?” He murmurs against your lips between kisses, his groans turning into softer moans as he gets closer to his climax. “Never jus’ a bloody hookup t’me.”

“S-Simon-” you furrow your eyebrows, pulling back to look at him, shocked by his confession.

“M’sick of actin’—shit—like this is jus’ a good fuck. We both know it’s no’,” he heaves, lewd wet sounds bouncing off the walls as he quickens his pace. “No more fuckin’ lyin’. You’re mine.”

The back of your head falls against the hard wall as you feel the coil in your tummy about to snap, walls contracting around his cock so tightly, like they’re trying to force him out.

“There y’go, pretty baby. Cum f’me, yeah? Fuck, please cum f’me. Cum on my cock, lovie, y’can do it.”

That’s all it takes before you’re crying out his name, your entire body feeling weightless and whole all at the same time. You think that Simon’s moans might be louder than your own, whimpering into your ear and you swear that you heard a sob right before he came. He holds himself deep inside of you as ropes of hot, thick semen fill your womb, refusing to move until the air finally settles between the two of you. He presses his forehead against yours once again, honeyed brown eyes staring into your glossy ones.

“I meant tha’. Every bloody word,” he admits, nuzzling his nose against your sweaty cheek. “You’re m’girl.”

Simon carefully pulls out of you with a gross squelch, helping you back onto your feet. He repositions your straps so that your breasts are in place and covered once again, as you tuck his softening cock back into his pants and buckle his belt. He cups your face in his hands and grins softly, wiping away the black-stained tears on your face with his thumbs.

“Come home with me tonight?” You ask gently, leaning into his touch.

“Always.”

#this wasn’t gonna be romantic but i can’t help myself apparently #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x female reader #ghost smut #ghost cod #ghost cod smut #simon riley smut #cod smut #call of duty smut

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lawsvalentine · 1 year

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How They Flirt • OP Men HC •

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Ace, Law

CW: slightly suggestive on some but overall fluff, bit of humor

Cee’s Note: Be honest ya’ll…..would you fold? 👀

Luffy

VERRRY touchy 👀

Mans is literally attached to your hip

If y’all are standing, he wraps his arms around you and holds you from the back

If y’all are sitting, he either has his arm over your shoulder or he’s resting his head against your chest

If y’all are lying down, he’s either laying on your stomach/ass or cuddling you

The funny thing is he does it like it’s the most normal thing in the world

Your in the middle of a conversation with the girls.

“Hey guys! What island are we heading to next?”

Luffy comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your waist. Despite your flustered face and the girl’s weird looks. Luffy carries on the conversation without a second thought.

Luffy is also very blunt with his feelings

You will not have to question whether he is into you bc trust me he will make it KNOWN

Nami had to knock him silly a couple times for blurting out something inappropriate

Zoro

Zoro is more lowkey with his flirting

He will playfully tease you by calling you princess and dollface just to start banter between you two

He finds it so hot that you challenge him and don’t back down from his taunts

He likes seeing how passionate you get when you too bicker

He sees you carrying something heavy

“I don’t think you can handle all that, princess.”

“I can handle myself just fine, tough guy”

PLS his dick is so hard for you sgdhdj

Even though you say you can handle yourself that doesn’t stop zoro from doing things for you

Not that he doesn’t think you can, but it’s just in his nature to want to protect you and help you

Despite all this, don’t expect him to confess his feelings first sgshdj

You will have to be the one to make the first move

Usopp

Mans will say every and anything to impress you shshdj

Just lying straight through his teeth about “being an expert” at whatever the hell you are interested in lol

If you suddenly pick up a hobbie for shell collecting, suddenly he is the shell connoisseur and will go out of his way to find shells for you

“This one is so pretty Usopp, thank you!”

“Oh please, this little one is nothing! You should see the massive collection of shells I have back at Drum Island. It will blow you away!”

This man….

He will also try and act like he’s so experienced saying he’s been with so many women when in reality the farthest he’s gone was a hug by nami sgshdjdj

If you play along and take him up on his offer to “rock your world” you will have him a flustered stuttering mess 😭

Ace

Ok let’s be real….

Ace got the best rizz out of all the men here sgdhhd

He is just naturally charismatic and charming without even trying

But ironically when he’s actually trying to put the moves on you he can be corny asl 😭😭

I’m talkin pick up lines corny shdhjd

“Does your feet hurt?”

“What are you-“

“Because you’ve been running through my mind” 😏

“…..” 🧍🏽‍♀️

He’s so…..

Let’s just say he’s lucky he’s pretty lol

Law

This man does not know how to flirt to save his life sgshdjjd

If you actually thought he had rizz be so fr 😭

Mans is antisocial and keeps to himself

But when he does have a crush he literally doesn’t know how to handle it sgdhdj

His way of flirting is trying to give you fun facts about anatomy sgshdj

“Did you know that the female body is naturally more flexible than men due to them having more elastins in their tendons”

“Ok…..good to know?”

PLS he’s such a nerd shddjj

He’ll also gush about his favorite comic if you show an interest in it so prepare for even more facts 😭

Just like Zoro, will absolutely not make the first move so you will have to literally spell it out to him that you like him sgdhjd

#one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #monkey d luffy headcanon #monkey d luffy fanfiction #monkey d luffy x fem reader #roronoa zoro headcanons #roronoa zoro x reader #usopp x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace headcanons #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law headcanons

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madelynraemunson · 7 months

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 020: ‘Red Thong, Party’s On!’ (Epilogue)

a/n: pov you’re back at hellfire, but this time you’re sharing the stage with eddie, stripping while he plays a song for you to dance to 🤭🤭♥️ (SURPRISE AT THE END) it’s been a WILD ride my loves, thank you all so much for the support for CMWYW. i hope we all continue to create more beautiful things together. readers, writers, artists, creatives of all kinds keep the world going round. 🤟🏼💋 all my love, maddy

MESS WITH HER? SHE’LL FUCK YOU UP

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

CW: strip club behaviors hehe, grinding, pole-dancing, ass-shaking, all that hellfire goodness, implications that shy girl c*me on eddie's guitar

word count: 990 words

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Mom always used to say, "Inside of you, there are two wolves: a good one and a bad one. Depending on which mouth you feed, one will triumph the other.”

She left out one thing, however: sometimes being bad feels so fucking good.

“We’ve got a verrry special treat for you tonight folks!” the DJ announces. “She took a break for a little while but now she is BACK… and here to stay with us, FOREVER! Put your hands together for the ONE, the ONLY — Hellfire’s Princess — SHYYY GIIIIRL!”

And the crowd goes wild.

You emerge from the side stage in your glimmering scarlet set, flipping your plump, bouncy locks around as you dip your hips to the beat. Your regular customers swoon as you blow them kisses, and the petty kisses you issue to the Hellfire Girls (they came to pick up their severance checks) leave them shaking in their stilettos.

"WOOO, HARGROVE!" Nancy cheers for you backstage, dancing to the song as she curls Nina's hair.

"LET 'EM KNOW, BABY!" Nina shouts after her.

You acknowledge them with a wink, giving one to Chrissy as well as she cheers for you on the opposite side of the stage, bouncing up and down in her sexy Hellfire cheer uniform.

“Let’s go, Shy Girl!” ‘Cherry’ cheers as she waves her pom-poms in the air. "LET'S GOOOO!"

She's hot! Can’t stop! Up on stage doing shots!

You shake your ass when the song calls on it, grinding your hips to the beat to match the lyrics as they come. The crowd hoots and hollers as you dance, showering you in dollar bills as you make the pole your bitch for the night.

“YEAAAH!” Max cheers. “That’s my sister!”

As you glide down the cylindrical silver steel, you wave to the crowd and thank them all for coming out.

“Thank you! Aww, thanks so much! OMG, how are you? Long time no see!”

But just because you’re doing your thing on stage doesn’t mean you aren’t paying attention to the happenings beneath you. Because while you have a bird’s eye view of Vecna’s Lair, you can’t help but fix your gaze on Lucas, who is dressed rather sharper than usual tonight, going up to Maxine in attempts to ‘rizz her up’.

“I see spiciness runs in the family,” Lucas remarks to her as they stand beside each other in Vecna’s Lair.

The self-proclaimed 'Dark Chocolate' shoots her an awkward wink, to which Max responds with a grimace on her face.

“Genetics wasn’t playing ‘bout y’all,” Lucas continues. "You're looking mighty fine tonight, Max."

“Thanks. I guess,” Max shrugs, refusing to entertain it. “But, if you knew anything about family dynamics and DNA, you’d know she’s my step-sister."

"Psh," Lucas scoffs. "Yeah! Yeah, I knew that."

"Course you did," she jeers. "Stalker."

“Stalker?! I thought we were friends.”

Max rolls her eyes. “Whatever this is, is far from platonic.”

She begins to strut away, giving Lucas the opportunity to race after her. And Sinclair wastes no time, pushing himself past the sea of sweaty men to catch up to the beautiful redhead in front of him.

“So there’s a chance we can be more than friends?!”

You chuckle as you watch it unfold from the stage. Then you turn to everyone else.

Argyle and Jonathan give you two stoned-filled waves hello. You wave back. Henry whose the designated bone-snapper bouncer tonight blows you a kiss. You catch it and return the favor. Mike and Will don't even give you the time of day.

You then turn your attention to Dustin who is both head-banging to the song, and holding up a lazily written message on the black screen of his phone: “I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULLY”. You can't help but giggle. It's like he's a mini Eddie.

Speaking of your boyfriend, your eyes dart back to the side stage where you meet Eddie’s gaze.

She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth.

You watch as the curly-haired, metalhead-turned-strip-club-owner eyes you steadily, situating his guitar around himself, giving the body of his NJ Warlock one more wipe down with a cloth.

He smirks to himself, satisfied at the thought that only you two know why that guitar needed wiping down in the first place. But he’s mostly pleased with the fact that, despite the long list of handsome, eligible bachelors after your heart, the passionate, down-to-earth, sexy, siren of a woman that is you, is all his.

My girlfriend's a dick magnet. MY girlfriend…

Eddie then takes to the stage, using the same fingers he’ll use to ravage you tonight to strum the chords of the sexy guitar solo of the song — you know, the song about a guy…..with a hot stripper girlfriend…..whose seducing everyone around her while she does her thing…..in that beautiful red set.

“HOLY SHIT!” someone from the crowd raves, causing Eddie’s eyes to light up like a little kid. “DUET OF THE CENTURY!”

You’ve healed so many parts of Eddie that he was too scared to explore: Love after Isabelle. Showing him that self-care is just as important as caring for Wayne. Encouraging him to find a hobby outside of Hellfire that didn't include doing payroll or grocery shopping. And healing his inner teenager by letting him play on stage with you, as he relives his glory days as the guitarist and frontman of Corroded Coffin one last time.

And as Eddie continues to strum, he stays thinking of you. He couldn’t wait to heal more parts of himself…with 'Shy Girl' Hargrove by his side.

“So,” you pant, edging closer to your boyfriend as the music draws on. "What's next after this?"

Eddie smirks. As the instrumental allows, he presses you against his body, kissing you softly against the lips before trailing all the way down your neck. Your breath hitches in arousal as he hums against you.

“Whatever you want.”

The End

SIKE! King Steve has entered the chat… 😉

CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

MODERN AU • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

slight age gap (Steve is 31, reader is 23); reader goes by the nickname "Sweets"

*loosely inspired by sara cate’s salacious players club*

Summary: 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄. Steve Harrington has the WORST luck with the ladies. His high school sweetheart left him for another dude, his former fuck buddy is dating his roommate, and his dream girl is a lesbian. King Steve is losing hope. That is until he meets you — a newly graduated university student from Seattle — when your paths cross on a fateful night in Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... that is until your risky business trickles over to Hawkins, Indiana, a town your best friend knows of a little too well.

theme song: call out my name by the weeknd

tag list is open 💌✨

PREVIEW

♛

Winter 2024

“WATCH OUT INDIANAPOLIS — you're about to get... absolutely SOAKED!”

The booming voice of a man in Steve’s bedroom stirs him awake.

Letting out a ferocious yawn, The King rubs his eyes free of the annoying crust in the corner of his sockets, flopping around one more time before doing his routine stretch.

“Google,” Steve commands. “Turn off the TV.”

The TV immediately switches off. It’s nothing personal to meteorologist Marcus Bailey, but if Steve ever needed an accurate forecast of Indianapolis, all he would have to do is look outside his penthouse window. And that, after brushing his teeth, is just what he does.

"G'morning Indy,” he sighs happily on his balcony before going back inside.

Steve then makes his way over to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast.

“Google,” he calls out again. “Open the curtains, please.”

Google replies:

“Opening curtains. Good morning — Steve.”

"Google, what's my schedule looking like today?" "Google, text Dustin." “Google, what is the weather looking like in Nevada?” “Google, turn on my shower tunes.”

The best thing about not living with Eddie Munson anymore, is that Steve can shamelessly sing Amy Winehouse in the shower without being hounded about it.

“We only saaaid GOODBYE, with WORDS!” Steve sings, confidently off-key. “I died a hundred times! You go back to her, and I goooo baaack toooo…”

"Scanning fingerprint...”

an automated voice announces at the entrance of Steve's walk-in closet.

Swish...

The door slides open. Sauntering his way inside, Steve ventures for some slick black athleisure down to the shoes, his usual musky cologne, and some matching sunglasses (despite the gloomy forecast prediction).

Black. 🎶

Steve Harrington is ready for the day.

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"Google, make reservations for 3 people at Tony's Steakhouse at 7pm please."

All Steve had left to do for the day now was grocery shop. Which was always a hassle. Because sometimes, the store doesn't have the specific brand he's looking for so the shopper has to opt for an alternate version. Or sometimes, the shopper assigned to him that day chooses produce that is nearing its expiration date making every fruit in his bag a mushy mess. It doesn't happen too often, but it sure feels inconvenient as hell when it does. There are worse problems in life though, so Steve really can't complain.

*Ring, ring. Ring, ring*

The very distinct and custom ringtone has Steve bolting across the room to answer the call. One of his best friends was on the other line.

"Yello?" he says into the phone.

"Hey, it's Shy Girl," comes a voice. "Eddie and I are pulling in."

"Pull off to the side. Valet's got it. I'll send you guys up."

A bottle of cabernet sauvignon a la Steve awaits the pair when they make their way over. Consider it a Tony's pre-game.

"GameWorld stock is up 4% today,” Steve's buddy, and owner of Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Eddie Munson announces as the two clink glasses. "I don’t have much faith in it though, figure I’ll get my pie slices from actual grocery stores. Like Meijer.”

“Everyone's always gonna need groceries,” Steve points out. "Definitely. Just don't day trade. Not now."

"Ooh, you hear that, Eds?" Shy Girl nudges him. "You gotta be careful where you put your money."

"I gotta be careful with my money, period," Eddie smirks. "You're a danger to my pockets, angel."

"Oh but you love me," she says.

"Yeah," Eddie gives in, grabbing his lover's dainty digits, trailing his fingers across hers, and rubbing the glistening rock that took up most of her left hand on the distal side. "I sure do."

"I'm just... so proud of us," Steve sappily reflects. "So much has happened over the past two years and we've all come so far."

"Yeah," Shy Girl agrees. "And it's about fucking time we celebrate."

"I agree," Eddie chimes in, raising his glass once again. "This weekend trip is going to be... one for the books."

"Viva Las Vegas," Steve toasts. "Cheers."

"Viva Las Vegas!"

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON

Black and red.

They're the two colors that occupy your closet the most. But of course, after graduating from Washington State University (or Wazzu, for short), you expected nothing less.

You could do with some more sequins though, you think to yourself as you pack your bags.

"What do you think of this, Sweets?"

Peering over your shoulder, you see that your best friend, Elle has started festivities early, managing to hold two glasses of champagne in one hand, and six-inch stilletoes in the other.

"Can't take the party out of the girl, that's for damn sure," you respond.

When you left Seattle to attend WSU Pullman, Elle was your only friend in business class. Mainly because the class was predominantly for dudes, but eventually you found out that you two have a lot in common.

Elle is everything you would want in an older sister figure: she is both book smart and wise, she is sexy, and she eats men for breakfast. And, now that she's about to celebrate the launching of her lingerie business (along with her Dirty 30s Era), and you're about to enter your new-grad era, you two are hitting up Las Vegas to go ham together one last time.

It's all so bittersweet. You owe everything to the Warrens, having taken you in when you were a lost undergrad. It also sucked quite a bit not having a support system after graduating high school. You and Elle were all each other has. Which makes this inevitable separation so much more painful.

"Are you sure you're okay with Vegas by the way?" you question. "I know since the split, being surrounded by gorgeous girls 24/7 can kinda be triggering.”

"Don't worry about it, love," she shakes it off. "The past is in the past. This is a new era of me."

Cheers to that. Clinking your airport-pregame champagne glasses with one another, you raise a toast to yourselves, celebrating how far the two of you have come over the past four years.

"To friendship."

"To being elegant and educated."

"To elegance and education."

"And to being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives."

You giggle as you raise your glass of champagne even higher.

"To being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives," you two take a sip at the same time. "And no matter how near and no matter how far, we're always gonna be besties."

"I love you, Sweets."

"I love you too, Isabelle."

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SHAKING MY HEAD ASTRO NOTES PT.4

# unpopular opinion !!!!!

🤦🏾‍♀️Venus in Libra, Venus conjunct Mars, are u guys talking to me or flirting with me. Because HONEY it is hard to differentiate, with yall charming asses. You all make my heart and mind hurt , chile. #Stop it 😏😍!

🤦🏾‍♀️Moon/- Lilith hard aspects = sexsist in WORST CASE (extreme ,out of ordinary views on females, womanhood, and female roles)

or the complete opposite being a hard core (feminist) but bashing men for literally existing.🤥 ! # In Worst case ,have seen it in many ppl charts!!

🤦🏾‍♀️Jupiter in the 3rd talk aloooot to the point of making my ears hurt, like 1000 words in 1 min is to much for me girl! # chiiiiiiiillllew

🤦🏾‍♀️Uranus in the 11th switing friend groups every new season of the year. These are the friends that you wont see that much because of how unpredictable they are ! like can yall settle down for once and not flake on people!

🤦🏾‍♀️Same with Uranus in the 7th in parterships they come and go like the wind blowing !

🤦🏾‍♀️Cancers placements and their victimization complex,

🤦🏾‍♀️same goes for pisces placements !

🤦🏾‍♀️cancer mixed with libra not showing ppl that they dont like them at all, holding a lot of resentment, and anger towards people # babes this is not helathy!

🤦🏾‍♀️the award of the attention whore of the zodiac goes tooooooo leo and LIBRAAAAAAS

🤦🏾‍♀️libras can sometimes rely to much on other people to the point of codependence! Wanting their friends partners pick and choose everything for them # i aint your mama babes!

🤦🏾‍♀️Opposite goes for Aries and Taurus placemenrs SUPER independent avoiding and rejecting help from others. #Hating to ask People for shit!

🤦🏾‍♀️Aquarius placements and their sometimes ultimate, god complex, wider than the univers EGOS , everytihing i say is and must be right (mixed with gemini, virgo, or mercury dominance) , get on my motherfucking nerves# somebody needs to check yall asses 🙄 !

🤦🏾‍♀️mars - uranus/mars- jupiter harsh aspects men are so fucking reckless , two steps away of putting yourself in a sticky situations #be carful, dont be breaking no windows, doors and unless u want to go to jail,

🤦🏾‍♀️12th house stelliums/Pisces Stelliums not living in the Moment at all. These are people u gotta call their names 5 times until they´ll catch up and wake up from lala land!# Practincing midfullness might solve the maladaptive day dreaming, # i suffer from ths shit to !! 🫤

🤦🏾‍♀️Virgos having this inner need to be perfect, babes u are fine just the way u are !!

🤦🏾‍♀️Down side of their internal perfectionism is that they mirror that back on to others. Being very critical and nitpicky about the smallest things !

🤦🏾‍♀️Lilith in the 5th/ Leo are over board scary party animals 🤠☠️ literally wanting to party and be drunk every fucking day #yall need to slow down and chiiiiiiiiillle

🤦🏾‍♀️Saturn in the 5th you guys despise children. Children for them are these scary little monsters !

🤦🏾‍♀️Venus sqaure Uranus/ Jupiter, Jupiter / Uranus in the 7th have or had a lot of suitors, relationships but sometimes they take them for granted, not taking them seriously because they have lots of options, Thinking it is all games ! # LUST before actual LOVE ! #beginning stages, # underdeveloped

🤦🏾‍♀️Venus- Mercury are dangerous charming motherfuckers hyponotizing you with their words, can use this power to take advantage of other people if not evolved, like manipulating, scamming, lying especially with Pluto and neptune prominence in Chart # siren voices 🔊

🤦🏾‍♀️Chiron in the 1st house, Chiron - ASC hard aspects are prone to pay a lot of attention to the physical appearance of others . Like having a pimple, thin hair, etc, theyll analyze your whole body and you wonder WHY??? # mmmmmhh, y’all guess? 🤔😐

🤦🏾‍♀️DARK: Mars in the 10th, Lilith in the 10, Pluto in the 10th, Neptune in the 10th, Chiron in the 10th, 10th house stellium if afflicted might be addicted to fame, success and high social status, selling their souls/ authenticity, exploiting other ppl, doing the most random insane shit , only for them to be at the top. #power greed, politicians, social media, celebrities!!

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*******{NEW ! ⬇️} Solar Return Chart Series: PT. 1/PT.2 *******

SHAKING MY HEAD PT.5/SHAKING MY HEAD PT.3/ SHAKING MY HEAD PT.2 / SHAKING MY HEAD PT.1

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Guys Night Out

Character(s): Joel Miller (pre-apocalypse) and Reader (female, second person POV) Summary: Tommy takes Joel to a strip club. Word Count: 7,160 (lol i got carried away) Author's Note: This is just pure filth lol, no context, no backstory, just Joel finally getting some much deserved release😉 Warning: smut!!! (lapdance, p in v, oral m receiving, woman on top, doggy style, brief daddy kink, dirty talk) Songs: Pony by Ginuwine // Untitled (How Does it Feel) by D'Angelo (bold+italics = song lyrics)

“Come on, Joel,” Tommy said. “It’s just one night out and I know Sarah’s sleeping over at a friend’s. What are you gonna be doin’ all night?”

“I don’t know, Tommy, maybe actually get some rest?” Joel said, lugging his tools into the bed of his truck. He knew that Tommy was right; he definitely needed to let loose and have some fun, especially since he had been working nonstop for the past few weeks.

“Sounds boring.”

“It ain’t boring.”

“Ah, so you’re just an old man then,” Tommy smirked.

Joel narrowed his eyes and gently slapped his younger brother at the back of his head. “I ain’t old and you know it.”

“Sure beats me,” Tommy replied, rubbing the back of his head as he quietly chuckled.

Joel sighed and looked over at Tommy. “Where y’all going anyway?”

Tommy’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean you’ll come out tonight?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“How about this,” Tommy began, climbing into the passenger side of the truck while Joel climbed into the driver’s side. “I buy your first round.”

Joel scoffed, starting the car. “Will I be able to choose what I wanna drink or are you gonna be doin’ that for me?”

“Whatever you want, brother,” Tommy grinned. “First round’s on me.”

Joel shrugged. “Alright, maybe. We’ll see.”

“You won’t regret it.”

“I’m thinkin’ I might,” he replied.

“You’ve been working your ass off, Joel.” Tommy said, glancing over at his older brother as he began to drive. “You deserve a night out for yourself.”

“As long as you promise we ain’t gettin’ in any trouble tonight,” Joel responded.

“Me? Trouble?” Tommy feigned a gasp, followed by another laugh. “Fine, no trouble.”

“Alright, I’ll see ya tonight.”

—

“Tommy, what in the hell?” Joel said, climbing out of his truck to see that Tommy had given him directions to a strip club. This wasn’t what he was expecting and it certainly wasn’t something he was used to. He knew that Tommy was the more outgoing, more friendly, more charming of the two, but he just didn’t know that this was the place Tommy wanted to be at when he said it was going to be a guys night out.

“What?” Tommy chuckled. “It’s gonna be fine.”

“We’re at a goddamn strip club.”

“I know,” he replied. “I’m the one who gave you the directions.”

“What are we doing at a strip club, Tommy?”

He grinned, clasped a hand on Joel’s shoulder and led him inside. “Lettin’ loose.”

Joel immediately felt out of place once he walked into the strip club. It was definitely a sight that he wasn’t used to: plenty of men surrounding the stage with stripper poles, countless women (some even topless) dancing and roaming the floor to men who wanted their attention. Joel would be lying if he said that he regularly had sex; in fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he did have sex.

Sarah and work were his main priorities and anything that didn’t involve either of the two didn’t seem important to him.

But now, as he followed Tommy to the bar, he found himself yearning for contact, for a woman to give him attention, for release of all the pent-up emotions he didn’t realize he was bottling in.

“Alright, what you wanna drink?” Tommy asked.

Joel cleared his throat, shrugging a shoulder. “I’ll just get a beer.”

Tommy looked over at Joel and let out a laugh, watching how uncomfortable his older brother looked. “Relax,” he said. “You look like you’re about to keel over.”

Joel narrowed his eyes and tightened his jaw. “I was expecting a bar, not a goddamn strip club.”

“What’s the difference?”

Joel shook his head. “You know damn well what the difference is, Tommy. Is this where you usually go whenever you go out?”

“Not always,” Tommy chuckled. “But I wanted to bring you here because I feel like it’d help you let loose. You’re always so uptight, so focused on everyone else but you.”

“I got a kid to look after. If I’m uptight, it’s because I need to make sure she’s taken care of.”

“Right,” Tommy said, nodding. “Makes sense. I know Sarah’s your world, Joel. I ain’t sayin’ that’s a bad thing. I’m just sayin’ you gotta do some things for yourself once in a while.”

Joel sighed, taking the beer from the bartender. Again, he knew Tommy was right. He was probably working himself to an early grave with the amount of hours he had put into work; even Sarah noticed how busy he had seemed.

“Fine,” Joel said. “So, what do we do here? Take a seat and just hand out dollar bills?”

Tommy laughed. “That’s the premise of it, yeah.”

Joel’s attention moved from his brother to someone who had come out from behind the stage. You were (obviously) wearing a skimpy bikini, almost too thin and revealing to even be considered clothes. Your hair was down and wavy, but as you walked towards the bar, there had been something different Joel noticed. Your eyes lit up and your smile managed to capture and hold his attention longer than the other women who were dancing or walking from table to table.

You seemed genuine, more real compared to the other women and Joel found himself captivated. His eyes ran along your frame, watching as your hips swung with each step and when you met his eyes, Joel immediately looked away, almost like he was embarrassed to have been caught that he was obviously ogling you.

Tommy saw Joel’s eyes intently focused on you and he couldn’t help but laugh. When you had come closer to the bar and leaned against it, Tommy was the one to strike up a conversation.

“Hi there,” Tommy said, taking a sip of drink.

“Hello,” you smiled, looking up at Tommy. “How are y’alls night going?”

“Going great now,” he winked. “Right, Joel?”

Joel cleared his throat. He nodded and raised his glass in your direction. “We’re doing fine, ma’am.”

Ma’am? Joel was kicking himself with all the polite pleasantries, but the way you were staring intently at him had him fumbling over his words.

Tommy snickered and shook his head. “Excuse my brother. He’s not– This ain’t usually his scene.”

“Oh? First time?” You asked, tilting your head with a smile.

“Somethin’ like that,” Tommy chuckled.

“I just ain’t used to–”

“Beautiful, naked women?” You interrupted with a grin. “That’s okay. It ain’t for everyone.”

Tommy let out a laugh and Joel felt even more embarrassed, but as you continued to look at him, he somehow felt himself relax. The fact that you weren’t throwing yourself at them like the other women who were probably instructed to do so provided a sense of comfort.

“Well, I’m Sunshine,” you smiled. “If y’all need anythin’, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help.”

Joel cleared his throat and nodded. When you walked away, Joel’s eyes fell to your backside. He bit the inside of his cheek and watched as you looked over your shoulder, meeting his eyes with a smile.

“Sunshine ain’t her real name, right?” Joel asked.

“Of course not,” Tommy chuckled. “By the way, ma’am?”

“Oh, shut up.”

—

Throughout the night, Joel followed Tommy’s lead, but all he could think about was you. He had only seen you that one time at the beginning of the night, but hadn’t seen you since. That was until Tommy had excused himself to the bathroom and came back out with you walking alongside him. Joel straightened up in his seat and glanced over in your direction before Tommy took his seat back next to him.

“I got you a little somethin’,” Tommy whispered, nudging Joel’s arm.

“Tommy–”

“Joel, right?” You smiled, looking down at him. He was definitely one of the better looking patrons that came in and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t attracted to him.

“That’s right,” Joel nodded.

“Wanna come with me?” you asked, biting your lower lip.

“Oh,” Joel furrowed a brow and glanced over at Tommy who gave him a smirk. “Where to?”

“Let’s find out.” You gently took his hand, feeling the rough calluses. You had to wonder what he did for a living, but you assumed he worked a lot with his hands. They were even much larger than yours too and you wondered what else about him was big.

“Tommy…”

“I won’t bite,” you teased. “Unless you like that.”

Joel cleared his throat and looked over at Tommy.

“It’s just one private dance, Joel. Relax,” Tommy said.

Joel stood up and looked down at you. This time, he caught you looking at him from top to bottom and it gave him a surge of confidence. He wondered if you found him attracted too, but maybe this was all part of the job: feign interest to get more tips. Eagerly though, Joel followed you towards the back of the room and watched as you entered another smaller room, much more private and distant from the front of the strip club. It was also much quieter, darker, but he can still visibly make you out.

“So, Joel,” you said, shutting the door behind you both. “Is this okay?”

“I– Uh,” he bit his lower lip. “I don’t see why not, darlin’. Is this okay with you?”

You smiled at that. Not many men would be so polite and thoughtful as Joel and you found it endearing, charming actually. So, you walked towards him, entering his personal space until you were just a few inches away from him. He towered over you, but there was an aura about him that you found to be comforting, safe even.

“More than okay with me.” Then, you moved your hands to his chest and gently pushed him until he was sitting on the sofa. Joel looked up at you, biting his lower lip in anticipation. He tried to remind himself that it would be absolutely embarrassing if he were to get an erection especially since it wasn’t going to lead to anything. It was just a dance. One dance and that was it.

Or so he thought.

Joel watched you turn the music on. It filtered the entire room, shutting out the rest of the people from the outside as he remained completely focused on you and the way your hips moved expertly to the beat of the song.

It really had been such a long time since he had any connection with the opposite sex. Joel found himself craving more and more of you specifically, especially with the way your eyes locked onto his. It made him feel special, like no one else in this strip club was significant enough to have your attention.

But here he was, eyes locked with yours as you moved your body to the beat of the song.

Each step you took, you found yourself in a heated gaze with him. His eyes were piercing through your soul, looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and it gave you the confidence to continue, to prolong this dance as long as you could.

If you're horny let's do it

Ride it, my pony

Slowly, you straddled his lap and moved your hands to rest on the back of the couch. You heard him let out a quiet grunt once you were on his lap and you tried your hardest not to falter when you felt his bulge press firmly against your heat.

Still, your eyes remained locked with his and Joel kept his hands on his sides, not sure what was appropriate or what was allowed. He certainly didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Joel felt your hips roll against him, applying just the right amount of pressure against the center of his jeans.

My saddle's waiting

Come and jump on it

Your hips lifted from his own, but your body continued to move. You accentuated each move and gently reached down to grab his hands, allowing him to place them on your hips. Your hands moved from the back of the couch to his chest, running them slowly up and down and feeling the muscle from beneath your fingertips.

Joel gripped your hips, fingertips digging gently into your skin as he allowed your body to move firmly against his. The feeling of your hands running along him made him even more excited and when you finally broke eye contact, Joel took this opportunity to watch your body move expertly to the song.

You leaned forward, lips hovering near his ear as your hips rolled against him, planting yourself back against his lap. “You enjoyin’ yourself?” you whispered.

Joel groaned quietly in response and held you in place for a moment, pulling back to look up at you. “Oh, Sunshine, you have no idea.”

The way your name left his lips suddenly got you aroused and you felt a wetness settle between your legs. This was highly unprofessional, but there was just something about him that made you want more.

You stood from his lap and bit your lower lip. You teased the string of your bikini, watching as his eyes raked over your frame. When he saw you reach for the string, watching you teasingly pull it undone, Joel had to compose himself. In just a few seconds, your chest would be exposed and part of him wanted to stop this, wanted to take you back home so that he could finish the only way he knew how, but he had to remind himself that to you, this was just a job.

But as he was anticipating your top to fall from your body, it never came. Instead, Joel watched as you moved your hands to his knees and up his thighs before you turned around and gave him a good view of your backside. Joel grunted lowly, which the music managed to hide, as he continued to watch your hips move, your butt moving to firmly plant itself against his lap again. Joel felt his lower half throb and stir awake every time you met his eyes, every time your hips moved against his.

And as you looked over your shoulder at him with your lower lip between your teeth, flashing him an innocent look, Joel felt himself almost lose his composure.

He wanted you bad.

Just once if I have the chance

The things I would do to you

You and your body

Your hands remained on his knees as your hips rolled against his. It was obvious that you could feel his throbbing erection against you and while normally that would be a sign for you to end the dance, you found it hard to stop yourself.

You wanted more of him.

Joel felt comfortable enough to allow his hands to roam your body, so he ran his hands up and down your sides as your hips moved against his own. He had to wonder if you were getting excited too, if you were getting wet at the feel of him and part of him was hoping that you would make the first move and tell him to meet you after work.

That maybe he wasn’t as crazy as he thought to think that only he was feeling some sort of connection with you.

If you’re horny let's do it

Ride it my pony

As the song came to an end, Joel found himself dreading the moment you had to get up and tell him that this was over. Instead, he was surprised when you stood from his lap only to straddle him again, except this time, your face mere inches from his and your chest pressing against his own.

God, Joel wanted you so badly.

“So,” you whispered, lips hovering against his own. “What’s the verdict?”

Joel licked his lower lip. “I think you ruined me, darlin’.”

You let out a quiet giggle as your hands moved to his shoulders. “That so?”

Joel nodded. “I don’t think anyone can top that, Sunshine.” Then, he realized that the feeling was mutual. Once your name left his lips, he felt you squeeze your legs together while you remained on his lap and a quiet whimper escaped your lips. This gave Joel another inch of confidence as his hands moved to your hips.

“If this ain’t professional, let me know, but…” Joel began. “I wanna take you home.”

You bit your lower lip. “This never happens. I usually have a rule and–”

“I understand,” Joel interrupted, feeling embarrassed that he even suggested something so crazy. “This is your job and–”

“But I want you,” you said, interrupting him.

“You do?” Joel asked, surprised.

You leaned forward, whispering quietly into his ears. “I’m practically soaked, Joel.”

Joel growled at that and pulled back to look at you. “Can I take you home?”

You smiled. There it was again. So polite and gentleman-like. You were sure that if it was any other man, they would have taken you right then and there, but Joel… Joel was different.

“I’m off in a couple of hours.”

Joel nodded. “I can wait.”

—

Two hours later Joel was outside in the parking lot, waiting for you. He had told Tommy exactly what happened and his younger brother was all too eager to let this happen, to leave him here without a ride. Joel wondered if you would change your mind, but when he saw you come out of the building dressed in leggings and an oversized hoodie, he found himself even more attracted to you now than when you were wearing that skimpy bikini.

“Wow,” he called out.

You smiled and walked over to him. You were sure that once he saw you dressed in an outfit that wasn’t revealing or without any makeup that he was going to change his mind. Besides, it helped that the only thing you were wearing earlier was a very tiny bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination. So, you expected him to change his mind, that he didn’t want to take you home after realizing that you weren’t what he wanted anymore.

But the way he was looking at you told you otherwise. Even now as your entire body was covered up, your hair in a messy bun, and bare faced, he was still looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Stop,” you blushed.

“What?” Joel smiled.

“You’re looking at me.”

He chuckled. “You’re nice to look at.”

“Even without the makeup and tiny bikini?”

“You know,” Joel smiled. “I think I like you better this way.”

You blushed and set your bag into the backseat of your car. Joel gently took your hand and turned you around to face him. He bit his lower lip as he looked deeply into your eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he began. “We can just go our separate ways and–”

You interrupted him with a kiss, lips pressing against his as you stood on your toes. Joel melted into you as one hand moved to your hip and the other to cup your cheek. But before it could go any further, you pulled away.

“I want this. I want you.”

Joel nodded and leaned down to peck your lips. “Good because I want you too, darlin’.”

The drive was short to Joel’s house and you found it hard to focus when you felt his eyes on you as you drove. You spared him a few glances and while there was a look of hunger in his eyes, there was also a sense of appreciation; Joel looked at you like you mattered, like you were special, like you were the only woman who deserved his attention.

You pulled into his driveway and glanced over at him. When he climbed out of your car, you saw him rush around to meet you by opening your door. He looked at you with a small smile as he extended a hand out for you. You felt butterflies swarming within you and part of you hoped that whatever was going to happen next would happen again. Sure, you hadn’t had sex with him (yet), but you were absolutely sure that you were going to want more of him.

“You always this polite?” You asked, climbing out of your car with his help.

Joel chuckled and led you inside. “Only to the pretty ones.”

You bit your lower lip and felt a blush creep up along your cheeks. Once inside, you glanced around and immediately felt how warm and cozy it was. You saw a few photographs with Joel and Tommy, but when you saw a younger girl, you glanced over at him. You weren’t sure if this was only going to be a one time thing, so you didn’t bother to ask, didn’t bother to pry out personal information from him.

“You want anythin’ to drink, darlin’?”

You nodded. “Sure. Water’s fine.”

Joel gave you a quick kiss and walked down the hall to the kitchen. You followed him eagerly as your eyes still took in your surroundings. This was so much different than your small apartment.

“My daughter’s at a sleepover,” Joel said, handing you a glass of water.

Well, that answered your question. You took the glass from him and took a sip, looking up at him. “So, you’re a dad.”

“I am.”

“Daddy,” you teased. “It fits you.”

Joel narrowed his eyes and let his eyes rake over your frame. Despite the clothes that you were wearing, all he could imagine was that skimpy bikini you were wearing and how you had almost removed your top for him earlier that night. He gently moved his hands to your hips, backing you into the counter, trapping you between his body and the kitchen counter.

“You’re trouble, ain’t ya?” he whispered.

“You want me to be?” You took another sip of your water before setting it aside. Slowly, you moved your hands to wrap around his shoulders, looking up at him. “I can be whatever you want me to be, Joel.”

Joel let out a quiet growl and leaned down to brush his lips against yours. “So, if I ask you to bend over for me, you’d do it?”

“Happily,” you replied, biting your lower lip.

“And if I ask you to get down on your knees, you’d do that too?”

You nodded, feeling the wetness pool between your legs almost immediately. “Oh yeah… And if you asked me to beg, I’d do that without question also.”

Joel groaned and moved his lips to your jawline, gently nipping along the way as he moved to the side of your neck. You whimpered, feeling his beard scratch against you. Your eyes fell shut and you tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck for him. His lips moved along your skin, dragging teeth and tongue across plenty of hot spots that you didn’t realize you even had.

You would be lying if you said your sex life was exciting, but the majority of the time, the men you had been with always seemed to only care about themselves. Though, it seemed like Joel was the type of man to cater to you and that brought an intense excitement that settled in the pit of your stomach.

Joel moved his lips to your earlobe, gently nipping as he brought you flush against him. You could feel his bulge from beneath his jeans as you rolled your hips impatiently against him, needing contact and friction.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, darlin’,” Joel whispered huskily. “I’ll have you beggin’ for more.”

You moaned quietly and gently pushed him away. He looked down at you with darkened eyes as you watched him reach down to squeeze himself. Clearing your throat, you grabbed his hand and led him back down towards the hall.

“Where’s your room?”

“Upstairs.”

Nodding, you led him upstairs and once at the top, allowed Joel to lead the way. Once inside his room, you shut the door behind the both of you. Glancing around, you noticed how spacious it was and how big his bed was too. Everything in his room was neat, but his bed was messy. You had to wonder if he had done this often; you didn’t see any pictures of any women and he didn’t wear a wedding ring, so you assumed he was single.

Joel must have caught on to what you were thinking because he stepped up behind you and rested his hands on your hips.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” he whispered.

“What’s a while?”

“Years,” Joel replied.

“And you’re choosin’ me?” you asked, turning around to face him.

Joel chuckled and nodded. “You did a number on me, Sunshine. That dance earlier tonight did a number on me. I haven’t wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”

You smiled and leaned up to peck his lips lightly. “Condom?”

Joel nodded and pulled away to walk towards his drawer. You could hear him rummaging through it before he pulled one out and held it up in your direction with a grin.

“You want another dance, Joel?” you asked, biting your lower lip.

Joel didn’t hesitate. He simply nodded and sat at the edge of his bed, looking up at you in anticipation. You let out a quiet chuckle and looked around him, taking note of the radio on top of his dresser. Turning it on, you smiled immediately at the song that came on.

Girl, it's only you

Have it your way

And if you want you can decide

And if you'll have me

I can provide everything that you desire

Slowly, you grabbed the end of your hoodie and pulled it over your head, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra. So, when Joel finally took notice of your exposed chest, he sucked in a breath and moved a hand to the center of his pants, palming it slowly.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

You smiled and tucked your thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, slowly pulling them down your legs. He watched you kick the fabric aside as you stood in front of him with only a white, lacey thong on.

Joel watched your hips slowly move from side to side, but he felt a bit overwhelmed. He didn’t know where to look; you were so beautiful and he found himself looking at you from top to bottom repeatedly.

Though, when he saw you drop to your knees and slowly crawl towards him, he let out a quiet grunt in anticipation. He shifted at the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes locked onto yours as you sat up on your knees between his legs. He felt your hands run up his shins to his knees and thighs before your fingers quickly worked to undo his belt and button of his jeans.

Joel unzipped his pants and pulled it down his legs, kicking them to the side as his member pressed against the fabric of his loose boxers. He reached the end of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it over his shoulder as his eyes remained focused on you.

You bit your lower lip as you watched him undress. The wetness between your legs were becoming increasingly noticeable as your eyes raked over his frame. He was certainly built, muscles flexed in his arms and chest and as your eyes deviated to his manhood, you just knew that he was big. Probably bigger than you ever had.

Say, if you get a feeling

Feeling that I am feeling

Won't you come closer to me, baby?

You've already got me right where you want me, baby

Your hands moved along his thighs as your fingertips pushed the fabric of his boxers further up his thighs. From this angle, you could see a glimpse of his member and you bit your lower lip in anticipation.

“I’m on my knees,” you whispered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on his bulge. “At your mercy, Joel…”

Joel groaned and moved a hand to cup your cheek, his fingers curling to grasp your hair. He pulled you back gently and used his other hand to gently bring you to your feet.

“I want that dance first,” he smiled. As you stood between his legs, Joel ran his lips along your abdomen, placing gentle kisses as he looked up at you. He was at eye level with your exposed breasts and he leaned forward to wrap his lips around a nipple, watching as your hands immediately moved to rest on his shoulders. Joel groaned against you, flicking his tongue repeatedly against your as it erected within his lips.

“Joel…” you whimpered, fingernails digging into his skin. “I– I can’t dance if you keep doin’ that.”

Joel smiled and pulled away. “Okay, okay. I couldn’t resist. You’re goddamn beautiful.”

You blushed and allowed yourself to listen to the music, your body immediately swaying slowly to the slow tempo beat. You straddled his hips, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you firmly pressed yourself against the center of his boxers. The thin fabric of your thong and his boxers separated the both of you, but it gave you a glimpse of how aroused he was.

Slowly, you rolled your hips, feeling him pulsate from beneath the fabric. You groaned quietly, keeping your eyes focused on him as you leaned forward to press your forehead against his. Joel’s hands moved to your hips, lowering them until he was grasping each butt cheek in his large hands. He gave your backside a hard squeeze, bringing you firmly against him with each roll of your hips.

How does it feel?

Say, I wanna know how does it feel

How does it feel?

Joel would be lying if he said that he couldn’t feel the heat coming from between your legs. With each roll of your hips, he could feel your wetness stain his boxers and it only excited him even further. He knew that it would be tough to let you go after tonight; Joel wasn’t the type of person to sleep with multiple people, which is probably why he didn’t do this often.

He hadn’t even gotten a taste of you yet and already, Joel was planning the next time he was going to have you over. You piqued his interest in a way he never felt before and while he wasn’t sure what that really meant, Joel was leaning into this entire experience. He knew for sure that he would never hear the end of it from Tommy.

“Joel,” you whispered, letting out a quiet moan. “Tell me what to do.”

Joel smiled to himself and gently moved his lips to your neck, watching as you arched into him. Your hips rolled against him, slowing it down enough to feel the outline of his length pressing against your clothed sex.

“Get on your knees,” Joel said, looking up at you.

Your eyes lit up in excitement and stood up from his lap, slowly lowering yourself on your knees in front of him. You watched him reach for his boxers and once he lowered them down his legs to reveal his erected manhood, you immediately squeezed your legs together. Clearing your throat, you ran your hands up his legs, inching closer and closer to his member.

Joel groaned in anticipation. He felt his member twitch as your hands moved closer to him and once he felt your hand wrap around his length, he let out a quiet moan. Joel bit his lower lip as he watched your hand stroke his base eagerly and once he saw you lean forward to wrap your lips around him, Joel was sure that he would have exploded right there.

How does it feel?

Say, I wanna know how does it feel

How does it feel?

Your hand could barely wrap around Joel’s girth and when your lips finally wrapped around him, you had to remind yourself to remain calm, to take it slow despite your urge to see how much you could take him before your gag reflex kicked in.

You saw how his head tilted back and his eyes fell shut at the sensations you were giving him. He was naked before you and while you had his member in your mouth, you felt so much more aroused and excited. He obviously took care of his body, but he wasn’t overly ripped either. He was…

Perfect.

Your saliva was coating his member as you began to bob your head up and down, finding the right rhythm with the strokes your hand was doing at the base of his member. You gasped when you felt him reach down to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you away from his length with a quiet pop.

He was looking down at you with dark, hooded eyes and chest heaving up and down rapidly as his member stood erect between his legs. You licked your lips and looked up at him, flashing him a small smile.

“Now that I don’t mind begging to do.” you smiled.

Joel growled and helped you to your feet. He stood with you and he looked at you from top to bottom before his hands grabbed the fabric of your thong before ripping it in half. You squeaked in surprise and stood in front of him, completely exposed and bare for his lingering eyes.

“You’re wet for me, ain’t you, darlin’?” he asked. His hand remained in your hair and he gently squeezed to make you tilt your head back for him. Joel grunted, using his free hand to move between your legs, running his finger along the length of your sex. He leaned down and whispered huskily, “Oh, you’re soaked.”

“Told you,” you whimpered. “Joel, please…”

Joel grinned against you and gently placed you on his bed, watching as you immediately spread your legs for him. He growled at the sight of you and settled himself between you, running his fingertips along the inside of your legs.

I'd love to make you wet

In between your thighs 'cause

I love when it comes inside you

I get so excited when I'm around you, baby

Joel was leaning back against his knees as your legs remained parted for him. His body did a great job with keeping your legs apart, especially when he ran his thumb along the length of your sex, seeing you squirm against his touch. He found your clit and slowly rubbed it in circles, watching as your back arched at the sudden sensation.

The tip of his member brushed against you, causing you both to let out a quiet groan. Joel didn’t falter for a second as his thumb continued to rub your clit in circles, applying pressure as he continued. With his other hand, he reached down and ran it along your abdomen and up to your breasts, massaging one into the pit of his palm. Slowly, he moved his thumb from your clit and slowly inserted one finger past your depths. Immediately, he felt your wetness and the tightness of your walls surrounding his single digit.

“Joel!” You moaned aloud, moving your hands to grip at his sheets. Your eyes squeezed shut as your back arched, trying to squirm away from him.

He grinned and moved his hand from your breast to drape over your waist, keeping you pinned against the bed as he began to move his finger in and out of you at a rapid pace. The sound of your wetness was heard, even over the quiet background noise of the radio. Joel licked his lips and slowly pulled away from you, bringing his finger to his lips. He sucked your wetness from his finger and grabbed the condom, tearing the wrapper open before he slid it over his throbbing length.

You slowly pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist once more. Joel was looking up at you with anticipation and you reached between your bodies to grasp his member, lining it up with your sex. You lifted your hips and kept your eyes focused on him before slowly lowering yourself onto his manhood, feeling a slight tinge of pain of his girth stretching you from the inside.

Joel groaned at your tightness, his hands moving to your hips and giving it a tight squeeze.

“You are tight,” he growled.

“Maybe you’re just big,” you teased, feeling so full of him as you remained still on his lap once he filled you to the hilt.

“Mmm,” he replied. “I’d say it’s both, baby.”

Slowly, you rolled your hips against his own and allowed yourself to feel every inch of his length. Your hands moved to rest on his chest as you felt your walls slowly begin to give way to the size of him.

How does it feel?

Say, I wanna know how does it feel

How does it feel?

“Joel,” you moaned, eyes falling shut as you began to lift your hips up and down his member. Your walls remained tight around him, milking him with each movement.

Joel groaned quietly, fingertips digging into your hips as he helped you move along his length. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you; he knew how good of a dance you were, how well your hips moved, but as he remained buried deep within your depths, it gave him a different experience altogether.

He held your hips still, giving himself enough space to begin thrusting upwards. Joel focused solely on you, how your eyes remained shut, mouth agape with moans continuously escaping your lips, and how your hands had squeezed his shoulders to hold onto him. With each upward thrust, Joel watched your breasts bounce, especially as his thrusts began to become a bit more erratic, a bit more rough.

“Fuck,” you moaned aloud, slamming yourself down onto him as you felt yourself suddenly reach your climax. You collapsed down onto him, body trembling as your walls tightened even further around him. “Joel… Oh my god…”

He groaned at the feel of your walls tightening around him, wrapping around him in such a tight vice that Joel knew he was close too. It had been such a long time since he had sex that even he was surprised he was lasting as long as he was.

Suddenly, Joel pulled out of you and scrambled to his feet. You watched him carefully, body feeling limp and your legs feeling shaky. Joel turned you so that you were on all fours which gave you the much needed rest as you pressed your cheek against the mattress. Your backside remained in the air and when Joel grabbed your hips to pull back against him, you were sure that another orgasm was fast approaching.

Joel grasped his member and slid himself past your folds and into your tight depths. He let out a groan once he felt your warmth and wetness encompass his length, taking his time to slowly push himself further into you. He watched as your hands immediately moved to reach back, gently pushing at his lower abdomen as a sign that you probably couldn’t handle another. Joel took this as a challenge and grabbed your hands, holding your wrists and placing them firmly against your lower back.

Now, you were definitely at his mercy.

As Joel continued his slow thrusts, he heard your moans filter throughout his room, bouncing off the walls and mixing in with the sound of the radio and the sound of skin slapping against each other. His hips slowly rolled against yours, pulling out to his tip before he slammed himself back into you. Joel did this for a few more thrusts before he began to quicken his pace. He couldn’t hold it in any longer; he was about ready to burst.

Joel’s thrusts were erratic, his hips pounding into yours from behind as he kept a tight hold on your wrists. His pace was frantic, brutal, merciless as he used your tight walls to bring him closer and closer to his own release.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned, releasing your hands to hold onto your hips. “I’m gonna come, baby…”

You looked over your shoulder at him and bit your lower lip, meeting his thrusts with a push back of your own hips. He kept his eyes focused on you and slammed into you roughly, causing you to flatten onto the bed as he finally came. Joel’s body shuddered at his climax, panting against you.

He pressed soft and lazy kisses along the back of your shoulder before pulling out with a groan. Joel removed the condom and tied a knot before tossing it in the trash. He then moved to lie next to you, his eyes raking over your backside before you turned to lie on your back, giving him another great view of your exposed front.

“You’re perfect,” Joel blurted, looking over at you.

Smiling, you leaned over to press a gentle kiss on his lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever–”

“Been fucked like that before?” he grinned.

You licked your lower lip and nodded. “You definitely know what you’re doin’.”

“Could say the same to you, Sunshine.” Joel winked.

You looked up at him and quietly asked, “Should I go?”

“What?” Joel asked, surprised.

“I mean, do you want me to go?”

Immediately, he shook his head and wrapped his arms around your frame. “Hell no. I’m thinkin’ I should keep you.”

You blushed and looked into his eyes. “So, this isn’t just a one time thing?”

“Do you want it to be?”

You shook your head. “No… I’d like to do this more often.”

Joel smiled and leaned down to capture your lips. Slowly, you found yourself leaning into him, his lips moving expertly with yours that it caused a sudden surge of excitement through your veins.

“Then, it’s settled,” Joel began. “I’m keepin’ you, darlin’.” He leaned down and moved his lips from your own to your jawline and the side of your neck. Slowly, Joel settled himself between your legs as his lips moved further down your body.

“Joel…” you whimpered.

“I’m keepin’ you all to myself,” he murmured against you, nipping at your skin. “And I’ve been wantin’ to taste you all night long.” Joel was at eye level with your sex, running the length of his tongue along you which caused a loud moan to escape your lips.

He pulled away briefly to look up at you, smiling to himself. While he hadn’t expected this night to go this way, he certainly wasn’t complaining. Joel was hooked and there was no way he was ever letting you go now.

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hilsonologist · 1 year

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COD MEN AND THEIR DOGS!

just my hcs for the dogs they would get!

TF141 + könig

gn!reader, fluff, no warnings really, adopt dont shop y’all !! , gifs not mine! can u tell im a dog person

cavalier king charles spaniel!

- didn’t plan on getting a dog until he came home and found you with a little cavalier pup in your lap

- a sweet girl with an old lady name like marjorie

- wasn’t super affectionate towards her until he was napping like an old man in his recliner and she curled up on his lap

- he woke up and acted annoyed, looked around to see if you were there then looked back at her and couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he pet her.

- life changed

- this dog is precious to him

- only the best brands of food, most reputable groomers, always has her favorite treats stocked up, wouldn’t trust anyone to watch her.

- you thought you loved this dog? john loves her 10 times more.

- christmas cards with your dog

- wedding pics with your dog

- she was def in your wedding

- the dog is queen of the house and you’re both totally fine with that

- your guys’ child tbh

a blue staffordshire bull terrier

- wanted to get you a guard dog, you insisted on adopting from a shelter

- was looking for a big mean scary looking dog but said he didn’t like their ‘attitudes’ (leave it to simon.)

- almost left empty handed but a little staffy caught your eye.

- stole your heart immediately the little guy was wagging his tail and sitting patiently at the kennel door. when the shelter staff explained he was a rescue from dog fights and had some temperament issues so he wasn’t easily adoptable he stole ghost’s heart.

- saw himself in the dog

- needless to say you took home that little staffy

- surprisingly patient with the pup and his behavioral issues

- he nipped at ghost once out of nerves and you prepared for the worst but ghost backed off to give him space instead

- invests in a lot of training for him, will switch trainers if he finds their methods are too hard on your pup

- i think the dog would bring you two closer and let him open up more, especially as the training goes on and there’s noticeable progress

- brings out a different side of ghost tbh, much more vulnerable and happy. not a care in the world when he’s with that dog

- remembers the adoption date and literally takes the dog for a day out, a (pup friendly) meal, a run around the park, a new toy, and finally a fancy ass treat when you’re all back home together

2 scottish terriers

- would not choose to own a dog per say, he basically is one doesn’t need another

- you already had dogs when you started dating and he would never ask you to get rid of them, they were your babies and you made that clear when you blabbered about them non stop your first date

- never saw himself settling down so seriously so he didn’t think much of it

- now he lives with two dogs, scottish terriers funny enough

- acts like he doesn’t like them

- calls them tweedledee and tweedledum

- definitely frantically researches if the dogs can have a bite of his dinner and gives them some if they can. not because the food is bad but because its so good he wants them to experience it too

- new dog toys keep appearing that you didn’t buy but soap insists it wasn’t him

- gets jealous when they’re on your lap getting all your attention

- you have to pet him too

- you went on a trip once and he stayed with the dogs, when you came back they were all sleeping in your bed

dalmatian

- no rhyme or reason for this one he just gives me a dalmatian vibe

- would probably have a male dog named pongo like from 101 dalmatians

- got the dog before you met i think

- loves playing fetch with him

- takes the dog on runs regularly

- absolutely dresses him up for halloween

- brags about your dog a lot

- probably has a pic of you and the dog sleeping as his lock screen or something

- pls take pics of the dog to send to him while he’s deployed or to show him when he gets home

dachshund

- you guys adopted him together a little after you first were engaged

- he named it zerstörer ( destroyer )

- runt of the litter

- definitely buys him little shirts

- “zerstörer nein!! drop my mask!!”

- has lost many masks to zerstörer

- this dog is a menace but könig loves him

- zerstörer runs your house like an evil monarch

- “mein schatz you can’t be mad at him…he is so little and cute…”

- pray you don’t have kids bc you guys will be walked all over by them könig is a sucker

- actually gets upset when someone calls him a wiener dog

- “nein. zerstörer is no wiener.😒😒”

- carrying him around all sassy like

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stargirlfeyre · 1 year

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Shit that Rhys gets hate for that never happened in the books or that are completely justified.

“Plotting to become High King.” Rhys has never stated that he wants to be High King and he’s actually said multiple times that he has no plans of becoming one. The idea was brought up by Amren and was shut down quickly by him. I don’t get why y’all are hating on him for it when he literally agrees with you?

“Trying to kill Nesta.” Sadly Rhys has never actually tried to kill Nesta. He threatened to (just like she threatened to kill her baby sister) but he has never done it and he even says that he would never hurt anyone Feyre loves. Quick question though. Nesta’s threat towards Feyre is excused with “she was just angry because her boundaries were being pushed” but why is that logic also not applied to Rhys? He was angry because his wife had a miscarriage thrown in her face. Yet these instances aren’t treated the same?

“Threatening to kill Nesta just because she told Feyre the truth.” The reason he threatened her was not simply because she told Feyre. It was because of how she told Feyre. She threw a dead child in her sister’s face (his child along with Feyre’s) and not only that but she blatantly lied to her sister and said everyone was just going to let her die in ignorance while knowing that that wasn’t true. If someone you cared about was told their child was going to die in the same manner that Nesta told Feyre would you be upset?

“Bullying Tamlin.” His bitch ass deserved it. What do you want me to say?

“Bullying Lucien.” He also deserves it. Seriously though what reason would Rhys have to like Lucien? He’s besties with the man who got his mother and sister killed, he’s the man who tried to force his mate back to her abuser, he’s the man who looked at Feyre with disgust for simply being a part of the IC. What reason do these two people have to like one another? Lucien disliking Rhys is fine but Rhys disliking him is bullying? Need I remind y’all that these are both two grown ass men?

“Forcing traumatized Priestess to work for him.” I didn’t even think people were dumb enough to hate on him for this but here we are. The library is not a prison for the priests who live there. It’s a sanctuary where they are taken to heal and they can leave whenever they are ready to. There are even counselors/therapists there to help them.

“Purposely keeping Nesta ignorant about her powers so he can control her.” If I remember correctly it was actually her who chose to refuse to learn about her abilities and it was her who threw a tantrum when they suggested that she starts learning again. The IC never forced Nesta to be powerless or under their control. She willingly refused to learn about her powers.

“Hating Nesta and abusing her because she didn’t bow to him.” I don’t even know how many times it’s said and shown that Rhys doesn’t enforce rank unless he absolutely has to. His own friends talk shit to him but you actually think he disliked Nesta because she did it? Maybe just maybe his dislike for her came from him watching her repeatedly hurt his wife? You can say he was wrong for defending Nesta against Feyre all you want but painting him out to be the bad guy for simply disliking a woman who hurt his wife is insanity.

Bonus: “Brainwashing Nesta to be happy with how everyone treated her.” This argument is just so unserious I don’t even know how to counter it😭.

“Degrading Azriel and forbidding him to see Elain and in the process taking away their choices.” This is just another instance where he was completely justified in his decision. You have to put yourself in his shoes for a second. One, he’s already stressed out because he thinks that his wife, child, and he himself are going to die and the last thing he needs is to be worried about losing an important ally over Elain and Azriel. Two, from his perspective it looks like Azriel just wanted to fuck Elain and he didn’t actually have feelings for her. “Well how could he not know that Azriel likes Elain” because as I stated before throughout Acosf his main priority was Feyre being pregnant and finding a way for her to survive it. Of course he’s not going to notice two people dancing around one another if he’s worried about his wife dying? A lot of you just forget that Rhys is also a High Lord who will put his people above everything (except for Feyre).

Ending it here even though I could go on and on about how delusional a lot of his antis are. This post would just be way too long.

#feyre archeron #Rhysand #Feysand #a court of thrones and roses #pro rhysand #this got long. sorry #inner circle #anti nesta archeron #anti tamlin #high lady feyre #feyre’s post is going to be even longer. warning y’all now.

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beauspot · 1 year

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The Bear Season 2: And Why I’m Fucking Annoyed (Full Spoilers below)

*Long Post*

The Bear is something truly special. When it dropped in June of last year it wasn’t a major hit right away. It was a sleeper and it grew its fanbase over time. If you were here this time last year you remember how small the fandom was posts on every platform could barely reach 200 interactions, but with the Golden Globe wins and the word of mouth this fandom began to grow and expand, because season one of the show was just so good.

Season 2 however is an interesting piece of media. I am well aware that I have some bias in this department and I can’t view this season objectively, but neither can the rest of you so I’ll say what I want.

To start off I really enjoyed some of the episodes this season, the first two? Excellent. The Marcus Episode(with my husband Will Poulter at his side)? Fantastic. The Richie Episode? Perfection. And let’s not even talk about Fishes, which was beyond words. I genuinely went into this season wanting to like it and praise it the way I did the previous season because I thought it was good. The writing—which is spectacular in nearly every other place—takes a nosedive with this romance plot. I still do think it’s good, but I can’t act like this whole season hasn’t left a sour taste in my mouth, because it has. Because the show runners are lying racist misogynistic nasty assholes who bullshitted us for nothing.

Toward the end of last year/beginning of this year Chef’s Kiss fans words made their way to some journalist who then asked about the potential for it with the actors and the writer( in an article stupidly named “don’t worry the bear doesn’t want carmy and sydney to kiss, either” the writer of which goes on to ship carmy and marcus so clearly they have excellent taste 😒) who all shut it down. Fine. That’s fine. That’s their opinion and it doesn’t affect us. What bothers me is the words of the co-creator Chris Storer who said this 👇🏾

He went on to say the show was also just meant to be focused on these people doing their jobs. So fine. We said even if it won’t be canon there’s no way they would bring in a new love interest cause that’s not “the vision” they have for the show, right?(He also goes on in the pic above to act like we couldn’t separate our love of the plot of the show from the ship which is…infantilizing and annoying) continuing on though, he also said this

He thought it would be cool to see a show with no romantic plot. Mind you this statement was made in January and the show starting filming in February. So unless they want me to believe they added this romance plot as some last minute thing (which very well could be the case as Claire has quite literally no personality outside of being pushy and being Carmy’s girlfriend) they knew they were having a romance plot in the second season and chose to lie about it. So the actors, the creator, basically everyone who was apart of this project said that Syd and Carmy were a weird ship (a strange thing to say to your, at the time, small audience even if that’s how you felt) just for them to turn around and have Carmy with a new love interest from school and have Sydney and marcus develop feelings for one another in the second to last episode? can y’all be fucking forreal for one minute?

Suddenly all you “yesss let men and women be friends, not every show needs romance” ass bitches want to ship something. I can tell you know Syd and Carmy have chemistry otherwise you wouldn’t have been shaking in your boots hoping the writers wouldn’t get them together. There was some dumb post i saw rooting for Claire and Carm but then adding ‘no one was better than platonic Sydcarmy’…

I see you.

I spoke about this before, but this constant sidelining of black women in these types of shows irks me. Sydney is basically hunting Carmy down for 85% of the season because he can’t do his fucking job he’s so consumed with Claire. And I know people are gonna say i’m being overdramatic, but it’s so clear they just did not want their main white boy to be with a black girl. Something that happens over and over and over again so many fucking times you can just lose count. Carmy, who in season one was so in tune with Sydney’s emotions he quelled his own anger and anxiety to ask if she was ok now ditches her at their restaurant to go help some girl he hasn’t seen since high school. He ditches her to go to a party then has the nerve to bring up Claire’s helping to inspire him.

Like yeah no shit Sydney is sorry that she’s there, y’all are opening a restaurant together which could fuck both your lives if it fails and Carmy is off doing god knows what instead of his job!

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!? And yeah, Carmy fucks it up at the end with Claire but that doesn’t negate the rest of the season. Chef’s Kiss shippers are strange and delusional and the show doesn’t need romance and then Claire is half naked in Carmy’s apartment? Look Carmy deserves happiness, his life has been basically nonstop stress and trauma since he was a kid and him ending the season thinking he doesn’t deserve fun or love is heartbreaking because it isn’t true, he deserves all the love in the world especially since he is actively trying to break the cycle (along with his sister). That doesn’t negate the fact that he agreed to being partners with Syd and then left her to make decisions on her own about a business they agreed to start together. Which is why he apologized and rightfully so.

And I know for a fact annoying Sydney and Marcus shippers are going to be like “well ackshully they are clearly setting up Sydcus this season so how can they hate black women.” I love Marcus as much as the next person and honestly after I saw where the writing was going I was like fuck it why not at this point, but if Sydney and Carmy’s shippers were living off crumbs Sydney and Marcus shippers were living off the memory of food. But sure that ship had development.

also no i don’t fuck with that syd and marcus ship because why the fuck are you snapping at sydney cause she rejected you and it wasn’t even really a rejection that was very incel core and it’s not about being upset half the kitchen is always screaming about something, it’s why he snapped at her.

I’m just angry so yeah fuck this show.

I’m genuinely contemplating if I want to watch the next season at all. I said if they wanted to go no romance, fine go no romance, but to not only lie about that but bring in some whole new girl we don’t know and throw the black girl to the closest guy despite the fact Sydney and Carmy are more alike than anyone else? You clearly need to do some introspection and think about why you can view Sydney and Carmen as friends but get sick at the thought of them being more.

There is a possibility (a slight possibility) that they are playing the long game we wanted, but i am wary because they lied and put a manic pixie indie girl in as a love interest this time and it sucked. But then I remember the scene with Syd and Carmy under the table and how open and honest they were with each other and even though their relationship wasn’t the best this season I can see it’s potential, because that one scene had more chemistry than all of that other ships other scenes combined. I don’t know.

This got me thinking though Will Poulter romcom when? I will be seated. Also the consensus on twitter is that people really didn’t like Claire and thought the show should have ditched their plot all together so that’s nice. A lot of people seem to think this is a setup for sydcarmy and idk, maybe i’ll rewatch when i’m more calm.

#the only little bitch here is the show runner for being a lying sack of shit #the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear s2 #the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #syd adamu #carmy x syd #syd x carmy #sydcarmy #chefs kiss #carmney #the bear marcus #the bear tina #black girl romance #misogynoir

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blackgirlfariy · 2 years

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Lick Back Pt1

This is taken place after that wonderful video surfaced of Letitia and Kehlani- lol

Paring: Letitia x F!reader

Warning: 18+ please

Summary: You and Letitia have been messing around on the low a little before BP2. To the public you’re her best friend but when it’s just you two she’s the love of your life. After an interesting video appear on twitter you were sick of waiting so you decided to get your “lick back”.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

“Hello-”

“Bitch go look at what I sent you on twitter.” Your best friend, Mimi, told you.

I rolled my eyes at her for cutting me off but go look at it anyway. My eyeballs popped out of my head when I saw my so called “girlfriend” letting the singer Kehlani grind on her. I don’t if it’s my crazy eyes but if I’m not mistaken, I see a smile on her face.

“Girl, you want me to cut her or you gon’ do it?” Mimi said after my long silence on the phone.

“Nope. I want you to come over and we’re going to go out and have fun and forget about these nothing ass men and women.” I said before walking into my closet trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight.

“Ouu bitch, I like when you get like this. Makes me remember our old college days. I’ll be on my way and better have bottles ready for our pregame.” She hung up after that and I sprang into action.

I’m a famous songwriter and singer who worked with big names in the industry. I wrote songs for Beyonce on her lemonade album, I wrote songs for Ariana Grande and many more artists. I have a few awards under my belt. With my background in writing music, I was asked to write a song for Black panther 2, Lift me up, it was such an honor. I met Letitia through my childhood friend Ryan who is also the creator of Black panther 1 and 2, I was a fan of hers since watching her episode in Black Mirror.

The moment I looked her my heart flutter and I wanted her to be mine right then and there. We went out to dinner during one of our breaks from the famous world and we’ve been close ever since. Until one night I ended up in her bed with her head in between my legs. Ever since the two of us have on the low with each other. My only complaint in the way she acts when the two of us are in public, she treats me like a best friend would. I would understand it if we weren’t fucking each other brains out every night.

It hurts to be in a position like this, in a position where you have to go out the way to show someone who you thought valued you that others can do and feel the same. Simple. I wasn’t planning on going crazy tonight but every time I see that video; I get upset and start thinking who was going to this ass thrown back on them.

After I got out of the shower, and I walked to my vanity to give myself a beautiful beat face and once I was done with that, I walked to my room where my outfit laid on my bed. I put on my outfit and turned around in the mirror looking at how my ass sit just right and how my boobs sit in the dress. I wore a short black dress that was a little higher than my mid-thigh and wore black heels from LV.

I heard the doorbell ring which alerted me Mimi have arrived. I walked down my spiral staircase walking up to my front door opening it seeing Mimi looking fine but what’s new. She was always the fashion friend.

“Soooo you trying to get fucked up tonight huh? You look good girl.” Mimi said walking in giving me hug.

“If I’m getting fucked tonight it’s by somebody else because she acts like shit sweet. You beautiful by the way.” I responded leading her to the bar in my house where all my favorite liquor is.

Time skip

By the time my driver dropped us off at the club we were beyond tipsy. I had to hold on to her in order to make inside. I was giggling about everything I looked at, when we walked in, I heard my favorite artist Megen Thee Stallion playing. We walked up to our section where I saw some of my other friends Mimi must’ve invited. We all grabbed shots and took them with a lime right after.

“All right y’all like I told y’all Y/n is supposed to be getting her lick back tonight because her lil boo got her out looking a stupid. So, we gotta go all out tonight because if she gets caught, we might not see her again, okay?” Mimi laughed while we cheered and agreed.

After some time, my friend Toni went to get us more shots while everyone else stood on the couch shaking ass and rapping lyrics obnoxiously. Before I knew it, I was on the dance floor with a homegirl dancing to twerk by the city girls. I’m throwing it back on her and she was keeping up with me the whole time. Mimi found her a man to the same. I at this point and time the last thing I was worried about Letitia at all. Honestly fuck her, it’s not fair that she can act the way she does but if i do it, it’s a problem.

I was still dancing with my home girl, when I glanced up to one of the top sections and saw the one and only… Letitia Wright. I thought I was seeing things so I just ignored it and walked to the bar for a water. I felt the club energy shift drastically, I looked over my shoulder and I saw her standing in the middle of the club floor. I could feel her eye on me even with her dark shades on. I didn’t want to pay her any mind but her aura is suffocating.

“Here all alone?” I heard a women’s voice on the right of me. I looked over and saw this tall dark skin women. She was beautiful and she wore a jumpsuit and she smelled vanilla, I was mesmerized.

“No I’m not. Im here with some friends. You need some company?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

Now my plan for the night was just to get a couple of dances and get some videos to post. I didn’t expect to maybe go home with someone.

“I would love some of your company. Let me order something- “ the sexy women was cut off by you know who.

“Y/n how you been? I haven’t seen you in a while it’s nice to see your back in London.” Letitia said making her presence known.

“Well I called you and you didn’t answer. I just assumed you were too busy.” I responded with a little attitude in my voice. I’m not weak in the knees for her right now because I’m mad so I’m not afraid of what she could do to me.

“Well I’m about to go. You wanna come with me?” The women said, I didn’t get her name but hey.

“I was hoping you would come with me. I was hoping we could catch up with each other.” Letitia said while sneaking her to my ass and giving a squeeze.

“Uhh well your right Titia we haven’t talked in a while. So we’ll um… can I have your number so we can talk and get to know each other?” I asked the women. If Letitia want to be petty so can I.

After I got her number me and Titia walked out the club. I didn’t miss the looks all my friends gave me. They can’t judge cause my situation is no different than mine. Expect Mimi, she gon’ be a hoe until the day she die.

We walked outside getting slightly blinded by the excessive flashing lights. I wasn’t worried because like I said she treats me like a best friend on the outs. Her car pulled up and she opened the door for me and she got inside herself.

“Imma fuck you up.”

To Be Continued

A/n- hey you guys so with the growth in the Letitia Wright fandom I wanted to take a stab at it. Please be nice it’s been a LONG time since I’ve written. I do take requests for her and the characters she played.

#Letitia Wright #shuri x f!reader #black pather fics #black panther x f!reader #shuri imagine

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karatekels · 1 year

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A Tale of Two Terrys (Part 1?)

Hello everyone, and welcome to the GRAND CELEBRATION of over 100k words written about Terry Silver AND over 2k views on AO3! Thank you all so much for your requests and comments and views – I love being part of this thirsty little community!

This request is from @terrysilv on Tumblr aka dioswry on Ao3 – I’m not posting her whole prompt since it had a lot of spoilers, and because I’ve added things we talked about in our LENGTHY conversations about this subject! Anyway, I love her and her ideas, so thank you very much for everything! <3

What this prompt boils down to is…

What if reader was with CK Terry and then KK3 Terry showed up and crashed the party? YES IT IS A TALE OF 2 TERRYS BUCKLE UP Y’ALL.

TW: threesome, dirty talk, dom/sub, ddlg, double penetration (in a couple of different ways), oral sex, vaginal sex, teasing, edging, degradation, spanking, rough sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, literally passing out because two fine men have fucked you into a stupor, time travel/a multiverse that isn’t questioned because this is the EPITOME of PWP!

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“Oh fuck Terry YES!” you moan, grinding your hips as he finally enters you again. Your man was a damn tease, and had been toying with you until you had been nothing more than a pleading mess.

“That’s it, my love. Now lean back and ride me – I want to watch you take my cock,” Terry croons, watching you lay back on your palms, your head thrown back as you moan in pleasure. His hands come around you and firmly grab handfuls of your ass, helping to guide you up and down as you ride him.

There are few sights that Terry loves more than watching his cock sink into your tight, wet heat, and he thrusts up into you eagerly; he could never get enough of you. Moving a hand along your hip and across your thigh, he rubs your clit in circles in the way he knows makes your toes curl. Sure enough, your back arches even further as soon as his finger touches your sensitive flesh – he can feel your hair brushing his legs from how far you’ve bent backward. Christ, the ways he’s bent and twisted this flexible, responsive body of yours over the years… he was a lucky man.

He feels you getting close, your pussy starting to flutter around his cock, and he pulls you upright so that he can see your face. Watching your face as you came for him was another one of his favourite things to look at; the way your lips parted, your flushed cheeks, the way you begged him for more with your eyes. You were perfection.

“Please baby, I’m so close!” you whimper, your face a mask of ecstasy. You lean down to kiss him, pulling away to let out a wail as he adjusts his hips just slightly to make his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust.

“That’s right, Y/N, come for me,” he groans, feeling his own climax approaching. “Milk my cock of every drop of cum I pump into you!” Your pussy clenches around his cock as you come for him – dirty talk always took you over the edge – and he follows shortly after, both of you crying out with your release.

Terry pulls you down on top of his chest, kissing you languidly as you both regain your breath. Slowly, he flips you over, caging you in against the bed and deepening the kiss. You hold the side of his face in one hand, the other reaching up to play with the soft silver curls that framed his face. He leans into your touch slightly, his eyes closed, and you smile up at him, loving how relaxed and content he is. He deserved it, after everything he had been through in his life.

“What great thing could I possibly have done for fate to consider me worthy of having you?” he murmurs wonderingly, opening his eyes to look down at you with a smile.

“You are ridiculous, Terry Silver,” you insist, pulling him down for a kiss and giggling against his lips. “We both know that I’m the spoiled one in this relationship!”

“All the money in the world couldn’t buy me your kindness, your beautiful mind… not to mention you’re irresistible… so damn insatiable. If we could bottle up your sex drive, we’d be ten times as successful as Dynatox ever was.” Terry jokes, lightly slapping your hip as he slides down to sit at the foot of the bed.

“If I’m so irresistible, then where are you going, huh?” you tease as you watch him throw on his red silk robe, clutching the sheets to your chest. Normally Terry and you liked more of a cuddle after sex.

“I just remembered that I bought you something and wanted to break it in while I have you here,” he says, leering at you.

“You giving me presents in bed is never a good sign, Terry!” you giggle, wondering what kind of kinky sex toy he’d picked up this time. The man was incorrigible when it came to finding new ways to have you screaming his name, and you loved it.

“What can I say? I’m a dirty old man. Rest up, love; you’re going to need it.” His warning is playful, but you take it seriously. Terry loved to please you until you begged for mercy – not that he would give it to you; Cobra Kai’s mantra extended into your bedroom as far as he was concerned.

Turning onto your stomach, you hug a pillow to your chest, trying to relax. Maybe Terry would let you nap for a half hour or so before round two…

Unfortunately, you haven’t even managed to doze off before you hear the bedroom door open again. Pretending to be asleep, you sense more than hear Terry approach the bed, and feel his weight shift the mattress as he climbs onto it.

Immediately, his hands are pulling up your hips, then reaching underneath you to roughly play with your nipples. You moan wantonly, surprised at how rough Terry was being, and in response he returns his hands to your hips, entering you from behind.

This was a quick turnaround, even for Terry, you think to yourself as he ruts into you, your breath coming out in quiet grunts from the force of his thrusts. This feels good, and right, as being with Terry always did, but something was… off.

“Terry?” you ask, the word coming out half-question and half-moan.

“Yes, babygirl?” comes his voice from behind you, and again, it does sound like Terry… but it doesn’t. Was he trying out some kind of kinky roleplay? Normally that was something you discussed together beforehand…

You turn to look over your shoulder at him, not wanting to end whatever game he was playing with you – you didn’t think you would ever turn down sex with Terry – but your Terry is nowhere to be found.

The man currently thrusting himself inside of you appears closer to your age, and there is a strong resemblance to your lover. He has Terry’s build, his dark hair is tied back in a ponytail that was a twin of Terry’s when he styled it that way, and while his eyes seem identical to Terry’s, they are locked onto yours in a mocking way, as though he was daring you to say or do something.

You lunge forward, kicking back at one of the man’s knees with all the power your leg can muster, and move to scramble away. The man is only momentarily fazed, snatching one of your ankles and yanking you back towards him firmly.

“TERRY!” you scream as loud as you can, over and over as you punch and kick and struggle with everything you’ve got. The man laughs, and it has a cruel edge to it. He somehow dodges quite a few hits, and those that do make contact don’t seem to even register to him as he pins down your arms and legs with his own, looking down at you with a predatory expression. Readjusting so that he can pin down both your wrists with one large hand, he reaches the other down to your throat, squeezing and slowly adding pressure until you stop making noise.

“So the old man still likes girls with a bit of fire in them, huh? That’s good, at least.”

“Who the hell are you?” you manage to choke out around his grip on your neck. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

He gives you a menacing smile. “Oh babygirl, I’ve only just gotten started…”

Leaning down, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it hard while you writhe and buck against him, ignoring your choked pleas and sobs.

“I’m going to show you how a real man fucks his woman,” he promises, releasing your hands so that he can line his cock up with your entrance. You whimper, your eyes clenched shut as you try to push him off you. The grip around your throat loosens. “I think we should let those pretty screams out, don’t you? Let’s see how long it takes your dear husband to even notice you’re getting the fucking of your life.”

He releases your throat, gripping your hips and preparing to thrust back into you and you scream again, worried about Terry, scared for yourself…

The bedroom door bangs open and then everything is silent. The man doesn’t move from his place on top of you, his eyes locked with yours and a smirk playing at his lips.

“Get the fuck off of her, and I may let you leave here alive.”

The man ignores him, keeping you pinned down, and Terry’s rage and pain at seeing someone else on top of you, hurting you, has him crossing the room in two long strides, ready to tear the man apart.

“I said get off!” he snarls, pulling one of the man’s arms back.

He freezes, for there, on the man’s side, is an eerily familiar tattoo of a cobra. The faded scarring of where Terry’s own tattoo had been, in the exact same place, tingles in a strange sense of recognition.

He tosses the man off of the bed with inhuman force and moves to stand in front of you, protecting you from the intruder who is now laughing on the ground where Terry threw him.

“Terry, what’s happening? Who is that?! Why does he look like –”

The man slowly gets to his feet, and as you look between the two of them you start to feel dizzy. Now that your Terry is with you, you can see it clearly; this stranger looks exactly like the pictures of Terry from decades ago.

The two men approach each other slowly, moving with the same silent, fluid movements, like panthers waiting to strike.

“What the hell are you?” your Terry breathes, taking in his younger counterpart with confusion.

“I could ask you the same, old man,” the other replies. You whimper, hearing the similarities between their voices. Both sets of blue eyes flit over to you, one concerned and one rather predatory.

“Are you alright, love?” your Terry asks, and while his body remains tensed for a fight his concern and love are evident in his voice. You nod, unable to speak as you look between the two of them.

“Do you mean to tell me I turn into a soft old man?” the young man scoffs. Your Terry levels the man with a glare.

“Christ, I forgot just how much of an asshole I used to be,” he mutters, and your jaw drops.

“Terry, are you saying you actually think that th–”

“He is me from the past, Y/N, I have no doubt. What I don’t understand is how, or why.”

“Hey, don’t ask me! One minute I’m relaxing in my tub, thinking about my future and who might be in it, and the next I’m here.”

Terry considers this. There had been a moment, when he was fucking you, where he had wondered what things would have been like if you’d been around in the 80s, if you’d met when you were both the same age. How much more time he would have had with you… was this somehow the universe’s way of letting him live out that fantasy?

“You managed to do pretty well for yourself, old man,” the younger Terry continues, walking slowly towards where you were curled up on the bed, wrapped in a sheet. “How do we manage to land a hot young thing like this at your age?”

Your Terry’s arm comes between the two of you, keeping his younger self away from you.

“Don’t. You’re scaring her.”

“Oh come on! Let me have a turn with her – you can’t tell me you haven’t once thought about taking her in your prime; the way you used to fuck, without all this sentimental crap.”

Terry pauses, his cock hardening at the thought. He was far too jealous to share you with anyone else, but couldn’t deny that the thought of watching you with his younger self was…intriguing.

“You’d have to ask her, wouldn’t you?” he replies noncommittally after a moment.

“Terry!” you gasp, scandalized.

Terry looks at his past self, his eyes imperceptibly flitting to the armchair in the corner, and the other man smirks, calmly moving to sit in the chair, completely naked, hard, and unbothered.

You find you can’t take your eyes off of the younger man, whether it be out of fear, desire, or both. Even as your Terry sits on the bed beside you and gathers you in his arms, your gaze is locked on the man in the corner, his blue eyes glinting at you in the romantic lighting.

“Talk to me, love. Is this something you could be open to?”

“Are you really considering letting another man fuck me?” you ask quietly, your voice slightly hysterical. The man slowly licks his lips, and you shudder in Terry’s arms.

“He… he wasn’t wrong earlier, Y/N.” Terry admits, kissing the spot just below your ear that you liked as he holds you against him tightly. “I have thought about how things might have been if we’d met at the same age. I would never even consider sharing you with anyone else, but my younger self?” he asks rhetorically, and you feel his cock twitch against your ass. This was really getting him off, huh?

“I don’t know, Terry. Being with two guys at once would be really dirty…”

“You are dirty, my little fucktoy,” he purrs in the low, husky tone he uses when he’s talking you into trying something particularly kinky. Even now, in this crazy, fucked up situation, it starts to work; your thighs clench together and you let out a slight moan, your eyes fluttering closed.

“We would have you coming so many times you wouldn’t know your own name by the end,” he croons, kissing your neck. “You’re always wanting more of my cock; let’s see how you handle two…” You whimper, squirming against him in his lap, and he knows he’s got you.

He turns your face towards him with a finger, kissing you passionately, and you give yourself over to your desire, melting into him and allowing him to tug the sheet away from your body. Terry’s hands come up to your breasts, fingers playing gently with your nipples as he murmurs praise and thanks against your lips.

Suddenly, your head is turned sharply and another pair of lips descends on yours, demanding and persistent. You whine softly against his mouth as you feel two pairs of hands on your body; your husband’s still at your breasts while the younger Terry’s are gripping your hips tightly, kneading them firmly.

“I want to watch him take you, little one,” your Terry purrs in your ear, nibbling your earlobe. “I want to watch you come apart for him the way you do for me.”

“Terry!” you cry out desperately, and you feel both men shudder against you before redoubling their efforts, hands and lips toying with you until you’re dizzy.

“I want you to call me Sir instead of screaming my name, doll. I want it to be very clear that it’s me that you’re begging for,” demands younger Terry in your other ear before biting you shoulder.

“Oh please, there’s no way you can hold a candle to my Terry,” you challenge breathlessly, and in an instant his hand is around your throat.

“I’m going to break you,” he promises with a snarl, yanking you towards him with a hand tangled in your hair. A flood of arousal moves through your body, and you feel yourself getting wetter.

“Be a good girl for him, love, like you are for me,” your Terry murmurs against your cheek, squeezing your hand before getting off the bed and moving to sit in the chair.

You tense, nervous at being fully at the mercy of this new Terry – he definitely seems like he has something to prove to you and your husband. He seems to take in the tension of your body with a great deal of pleasure, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

“Scared, babygirl?” he asks with mock concern, stroking your cheek with a finger, his other hand still gripping your hair and keeping you from moving your head. “You should be. I’m going to use your tight little body in ways your husband has only dreamed about.”

With that, he pounces on you, flipping you onto your knees and pushing your head down, cheek turned to stare at your Terry who is watching you both with a wild lust, his hard cock now visible through his open robe. A shudder runs through you – you feel so used, so dirty at just the thought of what was about to happen while your husband watched you, a strange, heady desire taking hold of you.

Without warning, a hand comes down on you hard, spanking your pussy and making you cry out in pain and surprise, your knees weak from the pleasure coursing through you at the sting.

“You’d better keep this ass up,” Terry threatens, slapping your hip lightly as he guides his cock to grind against your wet pussy, coating his cock in your juices. You whine, arching your back further and bucking up against him in need, and he laughs cruelly at you.

“Yeah, you need to be fucked senseless, don’t you Y/N?” and the sound of your name coming from his lips for the first time seems to make you aware of the reality of the situation, your eyes flitting back over to your Terry as he watches the two of you, licking his lips subconsciously. Another quick spank to your pussy and you yelp, looking over your shoulder at him as your body throbs with need.

“I asked you a question, my little whore. Don’t look over there again.” You nod, unable to form words; your Terry drove you wild with his dirty talk, but this was on a whole different level. You want more, you want him to defile, debase, degrade you in front of your husband until you came screaming around his cock.

“Beg for my cock, like you mean it,” younger Terry demands, leaning over you, his chest pressed against your back. He licks the shell of your ear and you shudder beneath him, fighting your weak knees to stay in position.

“Please fuck me!” The amount of desperation in your voice sounds foreign to your own ears; you have no idea what to expect, but the anticipation is driving you wild.

“What did I tell you to call me?” he asks, teasing your entrance with his cock. You whimper.

“Please, Sir!” you beg, trembling with anticipation. “I need your cock!”

He thrusts into you in one quick motion and immediately sets a brutal pace, and all you can do is grip the sheets in your fists and bury your face in a pillow to muffle your screams. He doesn’t let that stand for long though, yanking your head up by the hair, your back arched to the point of hurting.

“No no no,” he tsks, laughing at your shrieks as he pounds into you at this new, deeper angle. “You don’t hide those pretty screams from me. We want to hear every. Last. One.” He punctuates each word with another deep thrust that has you crying out for him again and again.

“Oh f-fuck yes!” you stammer, nearly incoherent as he releases your hair, letting your head and arms drop carelessly back onto the bed, his hands sliding down your body to play with your nipples roughly.

“That’s right, take this cock like you were meant to, babygirl,” he growls, pulling you up into his arms and turning you to face the side of the bed, spreading you open on his lap as he thrusts up into you. “You love this cock, don’t you Y/N? Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love your cock, Sir! Pound my pussy, PLEASE!”

“Look at him, Y/N,” Terry whispers in your ear. “Look at your husband while you take my cock, and beg me for more.”

You shudder around him, forcing your eyes open to see that your Terry has moved the chair right beside the bed, stroking his cock slowly as he watches the two of you, transfixed. The sight makes you feel so humiliated, so dirty, so unbelievably hot all over that you seem to lose all sense of control.

“Fuck me harder, Sir! I’m your dirty little fucktoy!” you scream, rocking your hips against him desperately as you feel yourself getting closer. He senses this, reaching down to play with your clit, and you see stars.

“YES! Use me!” you plead, chanting the words over and over until he hits your g-spot at just the right angle, sending you over the edge and coming around his cock with moans that gradually fade into soft whimpers as you shudder around him. You are utterly spent.

“She takes direction well,” Terry comments offhandedly to his counterpart, still sheathed inside you as you come down from your orgasm, grinding his hips against yours and dragging soft whimpers from your throat. “And so responsive to everything. Have you fucked her ass yet?” he asks bluntly, squeezing the flesh eagerly. You’re too boneless to swat his hand away, and he’d probably just bend you over again if you tried.

“We will not be exploring that,” your Terry says sternly. “…tonight,” he adds, and you let out a moan, visions of being sandwiched between both men teasing you behind your closed eyes. You didn’t think anyone could handle being so full…

“Ooohh, but she wants it! Her cunt just tightened like a fucking vice,” Terry groans, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Not tonight. Now let her rest for a moment,” your Terry insists, climbing on the bed beside you and gathering you into his arms so that you’re laying back against his chest.

“Looks like I wore her out,” younger Terry comments smugly, taking a seat in the vacated chair, his cock still hard and dripping in your juices. “I guess she’d never taken a pounding like that before.”

“She’s not nearly done yet,” replies Terry, unbothered by his counterpart’s taunting. “Are you, sweetheart?” he asks, stroking your hair. You shake your head tiredly with a groan.

“Good girl,” your Terry purrs in your ear, lightly stroking your sides with his large hands in a way that gets you tingling.

“Any animal can make their mate scream if they rut into them hard enough,” Terry tells his younger self with derision. “Just relax, darling,” he croons, bending you back over one of his arms, making you arch until your breasts are nearly level with his face, allowing him to tease your nipples with his mouth and fingers. “That’s it. Now don’t move.”

You freeze in place, head hanging upside down as you brace yourself with your palms on the bed, trying to keep your breathing steady. He sucks on each nipple lightly, coating both with his spit, and blows cool air on them gently, making you hiss and tremble as you try to stay put.

“Like I said, anyone can pound into their partner the way you do. But can you make her scream without that? Do you know how it feels to have complete control of someone’s mind and body? I can make her come without even touching her; I can get her to do anything I want,” he boasts, running his free hand up and down one side of your body from your ribs to your knee. The way that you’re twisted and frozen in place, he looks like he’s playing you like an instrument, and your whole body is vibrating from his touches.

“Come off it, old man,” snorts younger Terry, though his darkened gaze is fixed on how you’re responding to the other man’s touches. He resists the urge to take his cock in hand.

“Should we show him how I break you, love?” Terry asks, teasing your nipples with the tip of his tongue, and you whine desperately in assent, unable to find words. A noise of approval rumbles through his chest and he slowly pulls you back up, the blood rushing from your head. He settles you between his legs, your back against his chest.

“Arms around my neck, sweetheart,” he orders you, and you reach your arms up and behind you, clasping them around his neck. “Good girl,” he praises, and you smile dreamily; it’s almost like he’s got you hypnotized when he’s got you like this, especially when you’re still riding the high of multiple orgasms. You’re floating in a haze of pleasure, and you want to stay here forever.

Terry twines one of his legs around each of yours and widens his stance, spreading your own legs wide and baring your pussy to him and his younger self.

“What are the rules, baby? Look at him and tell him what the rules are,” Terry croons, his fingers moving in teasing patterns across your skin as he grips your waist.

“No lowering my arms or closing my legs,” you recite, feeling your eyes flutter closed as he moves his hands, one coming up to knead one of your breasts while the other moves between your legs to leisurely fuck you with two long fingers.

“Oh God,” you moan, your pussy still sensitive. “N-No coming without your permission, and I have to t-tell you when I’m c-close!” you stammer as he lifts his thumb to rub your clit in circles. Younger Terry is watching you hungrily, stroking his cock to the pace of your husband’s fingers, and you feel yourself getting dizzy with arousal again.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, trailing his tongue possessively up and down your neck and shoulder. You grip your wrists tighter to keep your hands locked around his neck. “Starting to feel sore? Tell me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t feel sore, I feel used, and so dirty and fuck I’m getting close!” you pant, writhing on the bed between his legs, grinding your ass back against his hard cock. Immediately, he removes his hand from between your legs, playing with your nipples while you get yourself back under control.

“Not yet, my little whore,” Terry warns, biting your neck and sucking long enough to leave a mark. You feel another wave of lust wash over you and let out a wanton moan; you loved when Terry marked you.

His hand returns to your pussy, fingers teasing your entrance. “Such a dirty girl, getting off on this. Do you like getting passed back and forth between us, Y/N? You love having an audience, don’t you?”

“Yes yes YES!” you moan, bucking your hips needily as he enters you again.

“But you want more, don’t you babygirl?” he asks, pinching one of your nipples as he curls his fingers against your g-spot, making you shriek. “You want us both at the same time, isn’t that right? You need two cocks pumping you f–”

“I’M CLOSE!” you cry out, and you feel tears of frustration falling down your cheeks as he withdraws his hand again. “No, please don’t stop!” you beg, your hands coming apart to grip his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his flesh as you try to keep yourself from reaching down and finishing the job. Terry ignores your attempts and your pleas, holding up his two glistening fingers to your face. You take them into your mouth immediately, licking and sucking your juices off of his fingers desperately.

“Such a needy slut, sucking yourself off of my fingers. What do you need, baby? Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Please let me come for you, Daddy!” you beg, your eyes rolling back in your head as you frantically try to grind your hips against the sheets, sobbing with need.

“Daddy?!” younger Terry repeats with a wicked grin. “You dirty, dirty old man.”

“That’s not something I asked her to do,” Terry replies calmly, clearly pleased by how you’re losing control for him. “She only calls me that when she can’t help it, isn’t that right, baby girl?” he asks, and you nod vigorously, your eyes tightly shut as you struggle to hold onto your sanity.

“Now, you’re going to sit quietly while I speak to our guest about what we’re going to do with you next. You’d better tell me when you’re close again, and if you don’t come the instant I touch your clit, you won’t come again tonight, understand?” your Terry explains, spreading your legs even further, your pussy dripping onto the sheets. You nod again, keeping quiet as instructed; you’d fallen for that before and didn’t think you’d be able to withstand a punishment now…

“Fuck, she’s practically delirious,” younger Terry murmurs approvingly, sitting on the foot of the bed to watch you come apart. “So desperate to be fucked senseless, aren’t you?” he purrs at your shuddering form. You don’t respond, you can’t even force your eyes open to look at him. He slaps you across the face suddenly, hard enough to sting and surprising you enough that you open your eyes.

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you, little whore,” he growls, gripping your chin roughly in one hand, and you lock your eyes with his. “I think I want to fuck your throat next; you’d look so good with your pretty lips around my cock. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fuck your face while your cunt takes your Daddy’s cock?” he mocks you, and you’re a hyperventilating mess, nodding frantically and struggling to stay in position.

Your husband’s arms come around your waist, supporting you as you tremble violently against him. “I promised you two cocks at once, didn’t I love? Maybe after that we find a little compromise… I bet we could get you taking both our cocks at once in that tight, wet cunt of yours.”

“Ohhh FUCK!” you shriek, the images running through your mind making you impossibly wetter. “Please, yes, I want you both fucking me and using me every way you want! I need your cocks! Daddy, Sir, please let me come!”

Terry’s hand slowly trails from your waist to your abdomen, taking his time and making you scream in frustration, and all it takes is the lightest touch of his fingers on your neglected clit to have you coming harder than you ever have before, wailing incoherently, your grip around his neck pulling his head down towards you. He chuckles mockingly in your ear as you come apart from him, your whole body shaking from the overstimulation.

Suddenly, you feel a tongue at your clit, your body scrambling back against Terry’s as you try to detangle your limbs from your husband’s. You are far too sensitive for this right now. Your arms fall to your sides, numb from the lack of circulation, so you can’t push away the dark-haired head between your legs. He sucks your sensitive flesh thoroughly, licking you clean with a moan, while your husband squeezes your upper arms to encourage the blood to flow back into your limbs.

“Relax, love, let him have a taste,” Terry purrs, sucking a trail of hickies along your collarbone. “It’s not his fault; you know how mouthwatering you are.” You moan tiredly, resigning yourself to your fate as you recline against him. You knew that they weren’t done with you yet, but you didn’t know how much more you could take.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet, baby. I can’t get enough of you,” younger Terry groans, sitting up on his knees, his mouth shining with your juices. He leans down to kiss you passionately, and you taste yourself on his tongue, feeling filthy. Would you ever not feel dirty after tonight?

“Thank you, Sir,” you whimper as he breaks the kiss, knowing that he would appreciate the show of submission. You were right; his eyes fill with heat again, and he traces your lips with his thumb.

“Such a good girl. I love this dirty mouth of yours, baby. What do you say we give your cunt a little break and you put these lips to work for us, huh?” You nod vigorously, needing a break from your own pleasure and wanting to be used in another new way.

You force your tired body to move, crawling to the middle of the bed and sitting on your knees, looking between their hard cocks hungrily, licking your lips. You wonder if they taste the same…

The position themselves to either side of you, standing on their knees, their cocks level with your face. You suck your bottom lip, and they both groan softly. You lick both of your palms before reaching out and wrapping a hand around each of them, stroking slowly.

“Perfect little slut…” younger Terry breathes, his expression predatory.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Now it’s your turn to tease us, however you want…” your Terry purrs, hissing as you take him into your mouth, keeping one hand pumping younger Terry’s cock slowly. You moan around his cock, the vibrations adding to his pleasure, and he tangles a hand in your hair tightly. “Christ, Y/N,” he groans as you bob your head, taking more of him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around him. Nothing tasted as good as Terry.

After pleasing him for a minute or two, you look up at him from under your eyelashes with a coy expression, sliding him out of your mouth with a ‘pop!’ of your lips.

“You damn little tease…”he growls at you, watching you kiss the tip of his cock sweetly. You smile up at him, moving over to your other lover, but before you get a chance to taste him he’s got a fist tight in your hair, keeping you in place. You look up questioningly at him.

“I’m going to fuck your face until you’re gasping for breath after this,” he reminds you bluntly, and a soft moan escapes you at the thought. “So right now, I want you to suck my cock like your life depends on it, understand?” Gripping the base of his cock, he slaps your cheek with it, and your mouth falls open at the degrading action.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock. “Now put that mouth to work.”

You wrap your hands around his hips to squeeze his butt and pull him closer, taking his cock into your mouth and giving the sloppiest head of your life, drooling down your chin as you force yourself to take more of him, tears pricking your eyes as your gag reflex is triggered.

“Fuck baby, you suck cock like a dream,” he growls approvingly, holding your chin still. “Now say ‘thank you, Sir’ with your mouth full of my cock.”

You do your best, trying to get the words out with your mouth full, but all you can manage is a mumbling attempt that has him laughing mockingly at you.

“Ohhh good try, baby,” he says condescendingly, patting your cheek gently and pulling his cock out of your mouth. “Now touch both of us, suck both of us. Show us that you’re ready for more.”

“Yes, Sir,” you reply demurely, wiping drool off your chin. They move closer towards you, and you grip one of their cocks in each hand again, stroking slowly, giving one a thorough licking before switching to the other, going back and forth between them until your wrists are sore. Your whole body is exhausted at this point, but still thrumming with an energy and desire that has you wanting more.

“I think someone deserves to play with their new toy,” your husband says, reaching into the pocket of his robe and revealing a small handheld vibrator. You clamp your legs together instinctively; you wouldn’t last long if he used that on you now.

“Terry, I can’t! I won’t last!” you insist. You needed to experience what they had mentioned before, taking both of them at once.

“It won’t be on the whole time, baby,” Terry reassures you, sliding out of his robe. “But be a good girl, or I’ll use this on that little clit until you pass out, got it?”

You nod obediently, but your whole body is tense. It would seem that Terry’s younger self had given him new inspiration for how to be dominant with you. He gives you a condescending smile, moving the vibrator towards your thighs, and you reflexively back away slightly. His eyes narrow.

“Well, that won’t do,” he sighs, as if disappointed. “Pin her down for me.”

With a slightly sinister laugh, younger Terry pounces on you, twisting you into position while you try to squirm away. It would seem that your Terry had rubbed off on his younger self as well; the man was positively giddy at the thought of toying with you until you passed out.

“Please, I can’t!” you beg, as your husband settles between your legs with your new toy.

“Poor thing, she’s shaking like a leaf,” your captor taunts from behind you, tightening his grip on you as you tremble. “No mercy, Sensei,” he leers, and you can hear the grin in his voice without having to look at him.

“All you have to do is last ten seconds for me, Y/N,” Terry adds, as though this was meant to be encouraging to you. “Ten seconds, and then we’ll take you together and make you feel so good, I promise.”

You nod, trying to relax, and he wastes no time, pressing the tip to your clit and turning it on.

It is the longest ten seconds of your life.

You’re screaming the instant the vibrations start, the stimulation immediately too much for you. Younger Terry laughs in your ear, feeling your body trying to fight him, spreading your legs even wider in retribution. Your clit is so sensitive, practically rubbed raw at this point, and you’re on the verge of the fastest orgasm you’ve ever been pushed to, but then it seems to recede, like your body knows it needs to pace itself to endure what’s to come.

Finally, your husband removes the toy, and your body goes limp in the younger man’s arms. He wastes no time, getting off the bed and tugging you until your head hangs off the mattress beside his hips. Your Terry spreads your legs, kneeling between them, lining up his hard cock to fuck you.

“Try to keep up, old man,” Younger Terry says challengingly to his counterpart, guiding his cock to your lips. You open them obediently, earning yourself an approving pat on the cheek. “And you’d better relax, doll. I’m going to have you choking on my dick until you’re a sobbing mess.”

You let out a shuddering breath, and then he’s thrusting into your mouth. All you can do is lay your head back and let him fuck your face, inching towards your gag reflex with every push of his hips. Unable to see, you feel your husband lifting your hips off of the bed and wrapping your legs around his waist, keeping your lower body off the bed. He enters you in one deep thrust and you scream around the cock in your mouth, feeling overwhelmingly full.

They set up a perfect rhythm, as if they had been pleasing you together for years. With the force of their thrusts, your body shifts slightly on the bed, moving back and forth onto their cocks. As younger Terry pushes his cock past your gag reflex, you find yourself unable to breathe, to make a sound, and the air is filled with the sounds of slapping skin and primal groans as the men use you as their fucktoy. Your entire sense of self narrows down to what these men are doing to you, and you couldn’t muster a coherent thought beyond ‘MORE’ if your life depended on it.

“Such a perfect little cumslut, isn’t she?” younger Terry says to his elder counterpart as he gives you a brief moment to catch your breath (and to hear your moans). “Fuck her harder. She needs it, and I want to hear her scream.” He shifts you so that your head can rest on the bed, slowly pumping his fist up and down his cock as he holds it over your face.

Your Terry growls, taking advantage of the opportunity, and pulls you closer, throwing your legs over his shoulders and leaning over you, almost bending you in half as he fucks you harder and deeper with every thrust.

“You’re my dirty cocksucking whore, aren’t you?” he growls, taking in your delirious, teary expression as you wail for him. “Repeat it.”

“I’m your dirty cocksucking whore!” you moan out with no hesitation or shyness, squirming as younger Terry slaps your tits with his cock, leaving traces of precum across your nipples.

“You were made for this; made for us,” he groans, circling his hips in a grinding motion, still buried inside you. “Who do you belong to, baby?”

“I’m yours, Terry… Daddy… Sir…” you moan out needily, completely cock drunk, but still you don’t want this to ever stop. Both men groan in approval. You feel Terry’s cock at your lips again and immediately start to suck him, tongue swirling around him.

“Shit that’s good,” younger Terry sighs, grabbing a handful of your hair and guiding your head to move how he wants you. “Now, you’re going to come for us one more time, doll, and then we’re going to both fuck that pussy and pump you so full of cum that it’s going to be dripping down your thighs all night long.”

“You won’t be able to walk straight for a week after we’re done ruining this cunt,” your Terry snarls, slowing his pace to quick, deep thrusts, staying buried in your tight pussy until you find yourself bucking against him, whimpering for more.

“I can’t!” you choke out, your mouth full of cock.

“You will,” younger Terry commands, his harsh tone making you shiver. “You just need some help, babygirl.”

You hear the vibrating of the sex toy before he lifts it into your line of sight, and your eyes roll back into your head. You feel faint at just the thought of him touching you with it. Your Terry adjusts the angle of his hips, coming at you from below at an angle that has him hitting your g-spot… and that gives easier access to your clit. Younger Terry holds the toy to your clit, just above your husband’s cock as he fucks you hard and deep, and they have you coming apart again for them within a minute.

“FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!” you shriek, sobbing as you come, your pussy clenching around Terry’s cock hard enough to have him hissing and pulling out of you. You knew he wouldn’t come until he had fulfilled his last fantasy with you, and you knew that it was the only thing even keeping you conscious at this point.

You fall back against the mattress, twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasm, your eyes barely able to stay open. Both men loom over you, identical smirks on their faces; they’re proud about how thoroughly they’ve exhausted you.

“You don’t need a break, do you baby girl?” Younger Terry asks with mock innocence, running a teasing finger down your body. You shiver, and glare up at him weakly, unable to speak.

“We’re going to fill you up so good, love. You can’t sleep without a pussy full of come; I know that,” your husband croons, pulling you upright before he reclines against the headboard, his cock hard and still slippery with your juices. “Go get the lube for us, love. We don’t want to hurt you.”

“Maybe just a little,” adds younger Terry, watching your ass as you crawl to the bedside table. You return, applying the lube thoroughly to both cocks, and by the time you’ve completed your task your knees are so shaky that they have to help you, lifting you up to straddle your Terry’s hips.

“You just relax and take it, sweetheart,” younger Terry coos in your ear from behind you. You whimper as you’re lowered onto your husband’s cock, fucking you slowly and pulling you down against his chest, kissing you passionately. “That’s it, let us do all the work; let us use you like the fucktoy you are.”

“Arch your back, Y/N, and ask him to take you,” your Terry urges, spreading your ass and pussy wide with his large hands as his counterpart takes up his position on his knees behind you.

“P-Please, Sir!” you beg, your breath hitching in your anticipation.

“Please what?” he taunts, and you whine in frustration.

“Please fuck me too, Sir!” you plead, arching your back even further and causing you husband’s cock hit you at a new, deep angle. “I need both your cocks stretching me out, please!”

You feel his cock teasing your entrance, slowly pushing inside next to your husband’s, and your breath starts coming in short fast gasps before he’s even gotten the head of his cock fully inside you.

“It’s okay, you’re okay Y/N,” your Terry murmurs reassuringly, blue eyes locked with yours, and you immediately feel at ease.

“We’ve got you, doll,” younger Terry purrs, kissing your shoulder softly.

Relaxing as best you can, you let your men move you between them, passing you back and forth, rocking you up and down until both are completely sheathed inside of you, stretching you more than you would have thought could possibly be pleasurable. They still their hips, moving to soothe you, hands and lips running over your skin with devotion as they whisper words of encouragement, feeling you relax further around them.

“Such a good girl.”

“So perfect for us, made for us.”

You’re not even sure who is saying what at this point, completely blissed out as you are. All of your senses are overwhelmed, surrounded by Terry, and all you can do is cry out for them to move, already.

They set up a perfect rhythm, rocking you between them as they alternate their thrusts into you, groaning and cursing in your ears as they fuck you, obscenities falling from your own lips without you even being aware of it. You weren’t aware of anything other than them around you, inside you, making you feel so used, so dirty, so complete. Their pace increases, and you can tell that they’re both getting close.

“Please!” you chant over and over to the rhythm of their hips bucking against yours. “Please fill me up, I need it, I’m so close TERRY!” you wail, coming hard and clenching around their cocks, feeling them both coming deep in your cunt, their hands gripping your body tightly.

Your vision starts to go black, your hearing fading as you start to pass out. You relax, knowing that there’s no need to panic. Terry would always take care of you.

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“She’s completely out,” younger Terry says, snickering as he slowly shifts your weight forward and into your husband’s arms. Pulling out of you – still somewhat reluctant to do so – he rolls over, laying on his back on what is normally your side of the bed with a sigh.

Your Terry cradles you gently against his chest, brushing your hair off of your sweaty forehead and listening to your steady breathing. Satisfied that you were alright, he lifts you gently off his lap, placing you in the middle of the mattress before laying down beside you on his side, one arm wrapped around your waist. He never wanted to stop touching you after sex, now more than ever.

Looking down at you, a relaxed smile on your face in your sleep, your Terry is more confident than ever that you were truly made for him, throughout any point in his life.

“You’re giving me a toothache, the way you’re looking at her,” younger Terry comments with a roll of his eyes. “When do I become such a damned sap?”

Your husband looks over at his younger self, not upset, but pitying. If only he’d experienced love earlier in life, before you, maybe he wouldn’t have spent so many decades being so angry. Then again, if he had, maybe he wouldn’t have met you. It wouldn’t have been worth it, he thinks to himself, his hand stroking your hip gently.

“You won’t be so bitter forever,” is all he says, speaking from experience that the younger man couldn’t argue with. “She makes everything better.”

“Look she’s hot, I’ll give you that, and a fucking dynamite lay, but so what? We’ve had dozens of those!”

Your Terry reaches up across your body, smacking the other man upside the head in warning.

“If you really thought she was the same as the others, you wouldn’t be trying to figure out how to come back here again right now.”

“What the fuck?!” younger Terry asks in shock, sitting up to stare at the other man. “You can see inside my head?”

Your Terry snorts, not having bothered to move in response to the other man's agitation; he knew it wasn’t necessary. “No, you idiot. I am you, I know how you think.”

The younger man relaxes, falling back against the pillows. You shift slightly in your sleep, leaning your head on his shoulder with a happy sigh, and Terry watches his younger reflection soften. Comfortable affection was something hard to come by in his younger years, Terry knew.

“Could I?” younger Terry asks softly, hesitantly, sounding more like Twig than your Terry would have thought possible. Perhaps he hadn’t truly been as invincible and impenetrable during the 80’s as he’d thought he was in the moment.

“Could you what?” he presses, knowing full-well what his younger self is asking for.

“If I could come back, could I see her again? Be with her again?” The yearning in his voice is palpable, but Terry doesn’t begrudge him for it. How could he? You were his younger self’s soulmate as much as you were his. He wishes he had met you sooner, that you had been born sooner every day, after all.

“If you ever find your way back here, and Y/N is receptive to it – and I have no doubt she will be – then yes, I have no issue with it.”

The two men share a look of understanding over your slumbering form, and your Terry relaxes beside you on the bed, taking one of your hands into his and feigning sleep. His younger self needed every opportunity to exhibit kindness that he could get, and Terry has no problem helping himself on his way, as it were.

Sure enough, he feels the weight under the mattress dip as the man on the other side of you sits up, looking down at you with wistful expression.

“Until we meet again, doll,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead gently.

When Terry awakens the next morning, he’s alone with you once more.

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It's not misogyny, honey 😂 You just have a shit oc is all 😂 You lot love crying "misogyny!!!!!!" when someone doesn't agree with you. People like you are the reason misogyny is downplayed because you just use it like that. Just because someone pointed out how tasteless and ugly your ocs are doesn't make them a misogynist, like do you even hear yourself babe? But of course, asks with critical thinking that you can't twist to your narrative won't get answered, or screenshot and posted to your account to get dragged 😊 Maybe next time don't post half assed ocs if you don't want people pointing out how ugly they are omg.

oh you’re just so mature and intelligent aren’t you

i have no problem with people disagreeing with me. if someone doesn’t see Sirius being a father that’s totally fine with me i have no issue with that.

the part that weirded me out was them specifically stating that he would rather kill himself than be a girl dad, cause is that not misogynistic? are men who throw tantrums when the cake turns out pink not a little weird? is it not an issue when someone says a male character would kill himself rather than to be a father to two daughters?

also, ok??? what do y’all want me to do about it? maybe you should make your own au or something idk

you resorting to insult my ocs (for a harmless au mind you) and calling them ugly and tasteless is doing nothing to support your argument

and i have all the right to drag your sorry excuse of an argument and mysoginistic takes when you feel so comfortable coming on my inbox sending multiple messages about what? an au? i have to laugh cause it’s so dumb!! why are you so pressed over two ocs?? they are not real, they will not hurt you

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Born To Die - Chapter 1

Chapter Summary: Allison and Erin are back at Top Gun for top secret mission. Their first night in and they're already running into some... familiar face

A/N: I've been wanting to post this for so damn long and just kept stopping myself so I figured I might as well just go for it. Hope y'all like it

The Hard Deck was alive with people and music playing from the old jukebox in the corner as Allison Delaney and Erin Bell walked in. The pilot/WSO pairing had been called back to Top Gun on highly classified orders. Neither knew what the mission was, but both were ready to jump in headfirst.

“My, my… look who it is,” A cocky voice came from the direction of the dartboard the two girls were walking towards. The smirking face of Jake Seresin meets them as they move closer, “Medusa and Tinkerbell in the flesh.”

“Bagman, we meet once again,” Erin stepped in before her pilot could, a cocky smirk playing on her own face. Erin had never liked him, even when he and Allison were friendly. No reason for her to start playing nice now.

“Hangman,” He corrected with a fake amused face. It was obvious he was trying to keep his cool. Erin seemed set on pushing his buttons though. Allison nudged her gently, as if to remind her they were in public and in uniform. Javy and Allison met eyes and nodded at each other, a silent greeting between friends.

“If you say so,” Erin shrugged as if she was challenging him to snap back. There was a frustrated tick to Jake’s jaw but it was hidden behind his usual smirk and overconfident demeanor.

“How are you ladies doing?” Javy stepped in before an actual fight could break out. Knowing Allison and Jake, one was probably on the horizon within the next few weeks. If not between them, then between Erin and Jake.

“Just fine, Coyote,” Allison responded easily, “All sunny up here. How about y’all?”

“Doing good, as always,” Javy gives Allison a kind smile. While Jake and Allison might not have been on the best of terms, Javy and Allison had been friends since the academy. It seemed to her that even if Jake was his best friend, Javy could still see his faults, and she and Javy had been close while they were at Top Gun. Even stayed in touch with each other afterwards.

“So, you boys up for a round of pool or are you too afraid of getting your ass kicked by girls?” Erin proposed a challenge, knowing Jake wouldn’t back down. Allison looked tired, but there wasn’t anywhere she wouldn’t follow Erin.

“You’re on, Tinkerbell,” Jake responded. The four of them moved over to the pool table and grabbed their cues. They decided on teams, Jake and Javy versus Allison and Erin. They were mostly just playing the game to pass time, but Erin and Jake were getting increasingly more competitive as time went on. Eventually the game transitioned into just Jake versus Erin while Allison and Javy caught up on the past few months.

“Oh, come one!” Erin groaned as Hangman made what seemed to be an impossible shot. Allison quirked her brow at the WSO, amusement plain in her expression.

“What do we have here?” Jake interrupts their game as more people in uniform walk in. Allison catches Natasha’s eye with a smile, having not seen her other best friend in months.

“If it ain’t Phoenix. And here I thought we were special, Coyote,” Jake continues, “Turns out the invite went out to anyone…”

“Fellas, this here’s Bagman,” Natasha smirks. Erin and Allison both let a small laugh escape their lips at the irony of it, catching the attention of the two men that Natasha entered the bar with.

“Hangman,” Jake corrects for the second time that night, starting to sound exasperated already. If Erin mouthed a sarcastic ‘sure’ behind him, well no one was going to tell Jake that.

“Whatever,” Natasha responds, “You’re looking at the only Naval Aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill.”

“Stop,” Jake says, voice filled with fake humility. Allison remembered vaguely hearing about it, but a lot of the details from the particular mission were top secret and Allison wasn’t one to trust rumors.

“I heard the other guy was in a museum piece from the Korean War,” Erin spoke up, fixing Jake with a cocky smirk and a tilt of her head as he glanced back at her.

“Cold War,” Coyote jumps into defend Jake, though he knows he’s not gonna get very far.

“Different wars, same century,” One of the boys behind Natasha spoke up.

“Not this one,” The other one jumps in. Erin could already tell she was going to like the both of them.

“Who are your friends?” Allison asks, more kindly than Jake or Javy would’ve.

“Payback” “Fanboy”

“Tinkerbell and Medusa,” Erin points to herself and then to her pilot.

“Who’s he?” Natasha asks, obviously referring to Robert.

“Who’s who?” Javy looked confused as Erin and Allison turned their attention to the man in question. As all eyes turned to him, Robert finally looked up and noticed he was the center of attention. Erin hadn’t seen Robert come in but her face lit up in pleasant surprise once she had noticed him. They had been close friends at the Naval Academy.

“When did you get in?” Javy asks Robert who looks surprised that he’s even being addressed.

“Oh, I’ve been here the whole time,” Robert answered. His eyes met Erin and his smile became slightly more real. Erin just thanked the stars that she would have friends here that weren’t just Allison. Natasha had always been more Allison’s friend than hers, them both having met in their own academy class.

“Well, man’s a stealth pilot,” Jake quipped.

“Literally,” was Javy’s response.

“Weapons Systems Officer, actually,” Robert replied. Erin snorted slightly, forgetting about Robert’s quirk of taking most things literally.

“With no sense of humor,” Jake slightly deflated as he handed off the cue to Natasha.

“What do they call you?” Natasha asked.

“Bob,” Robert answers awkwardly.

“No, your call sign,” Reuben says, having not realized yet.

“Uh… Bob,” Robert repeats himself.

“It’s been a long time, Bob,” Erin cuts in before it can get more awkward, “I’ve missed you, you’ll have to catch me up on what your life has been like.”

“Of course,” Robert nodded, relaxing a bit.

“Bob Floyd!” Natasha spoke up, interrupting Robert and Erin, “You’re my new backseater? From Lemore?”

“Looks like it, yeah,” Robert responds. Allison and Erin both glanced between the two before making eye contact with each other. This was either gonna go really well or really poorly.

“Nine ball, Bob,” Natasha says after a moment of sizing him up, “Rack ‘em.”

“Okay,” Robert says with a chuckle. Allison and Erin took their cue to go over to Mickey and Reuben, to get to know their new teammates a little better. Everyone settled into a smoother rhythm once all the peacocking was done.

“Bradshaw!” Natasha calls out after around five or six minutes of playing pool with her new backseater. Erin pointedly refuses to look in the direction of the entrance. Maybe if she didn’t acknowledge him then it wouldn’t be true that he was here, “Is that you?”

And yet there he is, Bradley Bradshaw, sauntering right over to them. Allison moves to stand slightly in front of her WSO, giving her the time to breathe. If Mickey or Reuben notice the odd behavior, they both keep their mouths shut. Erin placed a gentle hand on Allison’s upper arm, letting her know that she was okay.

“This is how I find out you're stateside?” Natasha asks.

“Yeah, I just thought I’d surprise you,” Bradley responds as she lines up to take a shot. She hits him right in the gut with the cue, most likely on purpose. It takes everything in Erin not to laugh at the sight.

“Guess I surprised you back,” Natasha quips. Allison smirked. She had missed Natasha when they had gotten stationed away from each other, it was nice to be back.

“It’s good to see you,” Bradley says as he stands back up.

“It’s good to see you too,” comes Natasha’s response.

Bradley glances around, nodding in greeting to everyone until his eyes meet Erin’s. Both of them hold each other’s gaze for seconds too long before breaking it. They then refuse to look at each other, not knowing how to act around the other anymore. Bradley puts on his usual pilot swagger as he looks towards Erin’s pilot.

“Medusa, right?” Bradley asks, suddenly on the receiving end of one of the glares that gave Allison her call sign.

“That’d be me, what’s it to you, Rooster?” Allison responds, raising a brow at the pilot.

“Phoenix has talked about you a bit, never thought I’d meet the legend in person,” Bradley says, either not noticing or plain ignoring the tone of the other pilot.

“Aw, ain’t that just sweet?” Allison quips, “Phoenix, hunny, you talk about me to your friends?”

“Only how annoyingly insufferable you are,” Natasha quips right back.

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe,” Jake comes back over and steals the cue from Robert as the music changes. Allison and Erin both looked worriedly at each other, knowing this can’t end well.

“Hangman,” Bradley says tightly, “You look… good.”

“Well, I am good, Rooster,” Jake lines up to take Robert’s shot, “I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true.”

Erin watches Natasha and Bradley make eye contact and silently communicate. She can’t help the twinge of jealousy that runs through her. In a different time… maybe if things had ended differently, it would be her and Bradley that were like that. She shakes herself out of it as Reuben speaks up.

“So, anybody know what this special detachment is all about?” He asked, obviously noticing and trying to cut the tension between Bradley and Jake.

“Well, a mission is a mission,” Jake responds, “They don’t confront me. What I wanna know… who’s gonna be team leader? And which one of y’all has what it takes to follow me?”

He makes eye contact with Allison as he finishes his sentence. She can’t quite get a read on him, but it’s like he’s challenging her. What the challenge is, she doesn’t know. All she knows is she’s never backed down to Jake before and she ain’t about to start doing it now.

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave,” Bradley states, gaining everyone’s attention. Mickey and Erin both laugh at that softly, knowing that’s gotta hurt. Jake moves to walk up to Bradley and there’s half a second where Allison is worried about a fight breaking out.

“Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel,” Jake quips back, “Well, that’s just you ain’t it, Rooster? You're snug on that perch waitin’ for just the right moment that never comes… I love this song.”

Allison has never rolled her eyes harder at Jake than at this moment and both Javy and Erin notice. The three of them make eye contact, wondering what Jake’s play is before Javy just smirks and goes to back up his friend. As Jake walks away from Bradley, Natasha walks up to Bradley. There it is again, that twinge of jealousy burning in Erin’s stomach. She rolls her shoulders, as if to roll the jealousy off of her.

“Check it out, more patches,” Mickey speaks up, gaining Allison’s attention. Her smile widens when she sees Neil and Callie. They had been stationed with Allison and Erin and had gone on their last deployment with them.

“That’s Harvard, Yale, Omaha… shit, that’s Fritz,” Reuben recognizes the naval aviators who walk in.

“What in the hell are we here for?” Erin mutters.

“That’s not the question we should be asking,” Natasha tells her, “Everyone here is the best there is. Who the hell are they gonna get to teach us?”

“Callie! Neil!” Allison waves over her friends. Erin starts to smile as Neil and Callie make their way over.

“Allison, long time no see,” Neil greets both girls with a hug.

“Not long enough,” Callie quips, also hugging both of them.

“They just couldn’t break us up yet,” Allison responded, smirking playfully.

“We’re too good,” Erin agreed with her pilot. She didn’t notice the way Bradley eyed her and Neil as she hugged him back.

“Mmm, maybe Birdbrain will get his shit together and finally talk to her,” Callie mutters to Allison, just out of ear shot of Erin and Neil. Erin had spilled about her and Bradley over a night of drinks after a successful mission between the four of them.

“Never in a million years, Cal,” Allison breathes out, “Never in a million years…”

Everyone’s attention is pulled towards Bradley who is at the piano. The other aviators all look at him as he starts playing before crowding the piano. Allison gives her WSO a look but Erin just responds with a “what the hell, why not?” shrug before joining everyone else. Only people left at the table end up being Jake, Javy, Brigham, and Logan. Allison noticed Jake throw his hands up as they group moved away and she smirked to herself.

There is a shout of an overboard and Allison and Erin both watch it before turning their attention back to Bradley when they can’t quite catch the face of who was thrown out. By this time, Bradley had started singing. Allison and Erin look at each other before joining in, singing the words at each other with joyful smiles. The naval aviators are all singing with each other and laughing. Bradley and Erin meet eyes again, but it doesn’t feel as tense this time. Erin can almost convince herself that they could be what they were before she tears her eyes away from him and looks back at her pilot.

Allison, on the other hand, cannot take her eyes off Jake. He’s back over by the pool table, engaged in a discussion with Javy and Brigham. Then their eyes meet and suddenly the spark is there. That fire that had burned in her during their time at Top Gun was back and it seemed angry about being gone for so long. Allison forced herself to focus back on her WSO, who was finally having fun again. She couldn’t be Allison in this group of people, she had to be Medusa. And Medusa wasn’t consumed by sparks, not anymore…

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